NOTE: two young kids each lost an arm this week to a shark on the coast of North Carolina. This story is dedicated to them. I hope they heal quickly.
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Uhm...not really sure how to begin this...
I'm no writer, that's for sure; but maybe I can put my story down here where some of you can enjoy it. I've always been a 'right-brain' type, anyway. I never did well in high school math or science, but I excelled in English and in art and music classes. I play a pretty good guitar, too; not good enough to be in a rock band or anything, but I can pick out chords and play some of the lead parts from my favorite rock songs. Well, that was a couple of years ago, to be honest; I haven't played in a while. These days, while most of my girl friends from high school have gone on to college or gotten married or are growing big ol' wide butts, I'm out mowing lawns, as part of my boyfriend's crew. Who would have guessed, huh? Certainly not my folks! Well, it keeps me slim and toned, and we have a lot of fun. We get high almost every day and I don't have to worry about random drug testing. And I'm the only girl on a crew of guys...and that can be pretty interesting, as I recently found out.
Keith and I have been together a little over three years. It's all good, but he and I don't want the same things in life. I dream of having a husband some day, a house and kids; he dreams... well, I don't think he dreams all that much. He's happy just being Keith. We're lovers, of course, but it's sort of casual. I've had a few boyfriends/lovers in my 23 years; some good, some not so great, but Keith has been the steadiest by far. I'm really not sure what we have in common besides a love of surfing and pot, but we've stayed together through some hard times. My parents wouldn't like him much. I think they're glad to see me out of the house and earning a steady income, but they probably wouldn't think it last, if they ever met him. And it probably won't. Keith will always be doing lawn service. I hope I won't, though I love the smell of freshly cut grass and the sight of a well-manicured grounds.
It's hot work, but it has its perks. We usually smoke a joint during lunch, which leads to a lot of laughs. When it's rainy we all hang at the apartment and mess around. The guys, being guys, are always horny, and there are usually dirty jokes or comments about my tits, which are small but, as Keith describes them, "adequate".
I guess you'll want a brief description, since I haven't put up a profile picture yet: I was born in Georgia, but moved with my family to Florida pretty early. I shot up to 5'-9" my freshman year in high school, so I've always been kind of gangly. I stay around 115 pounds most of the time. I've never been real comfortable in my skin, until lately, I guess. I've always been kind of a tomboy. I love anything that involves being outdoors, from sports like volleyball to surfing, and I'm good at most anything I do. Lawn care is my passion at the moment. I have what's been called 'cornsilk' hair, tanned skin and blue eyes and freckles across my nose, which always seems to be a little sunburned. I don't have much in the way of hips because my legs are so long. I have a small mouth but a big laugh, according to my crew! They like my mouth, though; especially on rainy days. This is how all that got started.
There are three guys on our crew, besides Keith - Randy, who is a redneck Floridian to the core, James, the self-described "black man of the crew", and David. David is older, 37 or 38 I think, and the only married guy on our crew. He loves to burn one with the rest of us, though. He's stringy and muscular and works harder than anybody else, Keith included. He calls us 'kids'. He used to be a union plumber, but the union is all but gone and he had to feed his family, so he came to us a year or so ago. He's the one that first suggested to Keith that he let his girl use her "god-given skills", as he calls it, for the benefit of the crew. Keith, and the weed I suppose, persuaded me.
I was feeling particularly horny that morning. It had been raining most of the night, so we both figured the guys weren't even gonna show up. Keith and I made out for a while before he nudged my shoulders downward; his signal that he wanted a blowjob. He was already hard when I took him into my mouth. His hips bucked slowly and his breathing escalated as I sucked him, letting me know I was doing all the right things. The taste of his cock was especially nice after a session of wine and sex the night before. I moved to straddle his legs, my bare ass in the air and my lower legs still wrapped in the sheet. I didn't even hear the knock.
Neither did Keith, but the door was unlocked and David came right in. He saw us through the open bedroom door. He didn't say anything, but moved to the doorway where he could get a good view of me, and where Keith couldn't see him. I was going to town, slurping my way up and down Keith's dick and moaning like a whore. Keith was moaning too, by then, and when his hands went into my hair I knew he was about ready to blow his load. I like it in my mouth, so I bobbed my head faster, loving his feverish sounds of pleasure above me. It didn't take long. He bucked upward, stiffened, and I felt that first gush of cum shoot into the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, and I was already sucking when his dick throbbed again and another load flooded across my tongue. Another swallow, and then a third as his contractions continued, but by now I could contain it in my mouth, and I lay prone between his outstretched legs, happily feasting on his morning gift to me. When I swallowed the last mouthful I sighed, wishing I could have gotten there myself, but feeling his hands brushing my hair back from the sides of my head and his contented intake of breath made me feel good. That's when I heard David's voice.
"Goddam, that was hot as hell," he said. The sound of his voice was like a rifle shot in the silent morning air. I jerked upward, reaching backwards for the sheet, but it was knotted around my feet by then, so I flattened myself over Keith's legs again and squealed, turning to glare up at David. Keith laughed as David sauntered in through the doorway, taking in my naked back and ass. David said, "Hey, surfer girl," as if it was any other morning. I closed my eyes, trying to disappear. "I waited until you were done," I heard him say. "Hell, it's just good manners." Both guys laughed, oblivious to my discomfort.
It was obvious David didn't intend to step out of the room, and Keith didn't seem to care. I swept my arm backwards again, but finding no sheet there, I got scrambled up and got off the bed. Keith had kicked the sheet off the bed, I was certain. I leaned over and grabbed it up and covered myself, but by then any 'mystery' had pretty much dissolved; David was staring at me as if there was no sheet there at all.
"You shave your pussy, huh?" he asked. "I like that; wish I could get my wife to shave hers."
He was so casual, so nonchalant! My clothes were in the other room, so I sidled past him and swept the sheet around behind me as I yanked it from under the mattress. Keith yelled, "Hey!" but I wasn't worried about
his
modesty; his softening dick was of no interest to David, who turned to follow me with his eyes as I bent to scoop up my shorts and top from the floor and retreated to the bathroom off the living room.
I heard David say, "She sure ain't got no fat on her, does she?" to Keith, who agreed in a mutter. I shut the bathroom door and leaned against it, mortified but also a little aroused; if I had to admit it, I was still more horny than embarrassed. Hell, they'd all seen my shirt get soaking wet from sweat, and comments about my nipples would always ensue, so this was no big deal, was it? I could feel dampness on my thighs. That should have bothered me; I was sure David could see the sheen of wetness on my labia as I got off the bed.
Damn!
I thought, not sure of my reaction to that realization, but suddenly aware of their voices in the adjoining room.
"Stacy give you head every mornin, boss?"
I put my ear against the door. Keith told him no. "Just when I make her," he said.
