Jenny picked up her pace as she approached the group of construction workers.
"You're right on schedule little lady."
Jenny smiled and waived as she ran past the group of men.
"Sure you don't want to stop for a drink of cold water?" One of the men shouted.
"No thanks." Jenny replied.
"Did I tell you have great looking legs?"
"Yes everyday this week."
The other men laughed.
Jenny smiled as she turned at the stop sign and started the long slow climb up the hill. She wasn't intimidated by the construction workers. Her father had worked in construction and he had taken her out on the worksite when she was a little girl. She had been outgoing and felt at ease around the men; now, she appreciated their harmless remarks.
Her legs felt strong as she neared the top. But she knew that if she pushed too hard she'd never make it the final three miles. At the top of the hill she pulled her t shirt off and wiped her forehead. Her hard nipples pressed through the stretchy material of her sports bra.
Jenny's thoughts drifted to Mike. They had met in college and married shortly after graduation. They got good jobs in Louisville and had a happy marriage. Or at least until Mike began surfing around porn sites and got the idea that they should try swinging. Despite her many misgivings, Mike finally convinced her to attend a "social" in Indianapolis. It was a "couples only" party ranging in age from early 20s to late 50s. After dancing and playing a few games, they had drifted from room to room watching the other couples in various stages of undress getting acquainted. They were just about ready to leave when a middle aged couple from Cincinnati struck up a conversation. Like them they were attending their first "social." After an hour of conversation, they decided to join the couple at their hotel for drinks. Mike and Jenny had agreed that that they would limit their activities to what people in the lifestyle call "soft swinging." Thanks to a few more drinks and the lingering images of what they had witnessed at the "social" their inhibitions and good judgment was tossed to the wind. Later, Mike worked himself into a jealous rage calling Jenny a slut for going all the way with the other guy. He failed to grasp, however, the hypocrisy in his accusations; the other wife had done the same thing with him. Needless to say their marriage went down hill from there. Mike was relentless in belittling Jenny for the events of that night. No matter what she did or said, Mike couldn't let it go. Jenny reluctantly decided that her only option was to spend some time away from Mike. So, one day while Mike was at work, she loaded up the SUV and moved back to eastern Kentucky.
Jenny's breathing grew labored as she neared her mom's house. It was a typical eastern Kentucky house. Two story wood frame with a large front porch and detached garage. Her brother had come in from Michigan and repainted the house in the spring. It looked clean and bright, especially with the many pots of flowers hanging along the front. Jenny had so many happy childhood memories and it was the main reason she moved back home instead of staying in Louisville.
Jenny ran past her mom's house and turned on the dirt road that led up the holler to her grandmother's house. It was her house now. When her grandmother passed away, Jenny inherited the house along with about 75 acres of hilly land and a tobacco base. Like her mom's house, it was a two story frame except it had a wrap around porch. There were hardwood floors throughout the house and most of the walls were covered in wall paper.
"Good morning, Jenny." Billy called out from the front porch of his house.
"Good morning." Jenny waived, "Did you finish those problems I gave you?"
"Yes I did."
"Great then I'll see you this afternoon."
"Okay." Billy replied licking his lips as he stared at Jenny's long legs and tight ass.
Billy was eighteen and the youngest of seven kids. Two of his sisters had dropped out of high school and married early. His third sister was pregnant and living with her boyfriend. His brothers had also dropped out of school and left Kentucky to work in Michigan. Billy, however, had a vision. He wasn't going to turn out like the rest of his siblings. Despite his "at risk" label, he was determined to break the cycle of poverty. He dreamed of graduating from college, getting a high paying job, and moving to the big city. This fall he would begin his first year of college at Morehead State University.
Billy also had another vision. He was infatuated with Jenny. Of course, what soon to be college freshmen wouldn't be? She was an attractive 29 year-old with pixie blonde hair, long tanned legs, and small perky upright tits. He couldn't believe his good fortunes when his mom asked Jenny to tutor him during the summer. His counselor had advised him to brush up on math during the summer before college. Jenny was a good teacher; there was no doubt, he was actually learning how to solve complex algebraic equation. If only she could teach him other worldly things. One afternoon he stole one of her bras from the clothes line. It was labeled "34B" which didn't mean a lot to him. He showed it to one of his friends who commented that Jenny wasn't much more than a mouthful. Later, he downloaded some pictures of women with "34Bs." He did a cut and paste of Jenny's face onto the naked pictures, and then jacked off dangling her bra over his hard cock. Needless to say, the bra and edited pictures became a major part of his late night fantasies.
Jenny sprinted the last one hundred yards to grandma's house. After walking for about ten minutes she went through her cool down ritual. Later she sat on the porch drinking a bottle of cold water. It was a relaxing sunny but very humid August morning. Sweat flowed between her breasts. She wiped her forehead then glanced down the holler at Billy's house. She was so proud of his hard work and dedication. He was on track to be the first person in his family to graduate from college. Jenny had been the first in her family. In addition to being a good student, Billy was a good listener and close friend. For an eighteen year old, he was actually more mature than her 30 year old husband.
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Jenny finished drying her hair and then put on a satin blouse. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of Wrangler jeans. After squeezing into them and carefully tucking her blouse in, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The jeans fit tight, emphasizing her butt and long legs. Jenny flicked her hair back behind her ears and sprayed perfume on her neck.
She ran down the stairs and glanced out the window. No sign of Billy.
The shrill sound of the telephone startled Jenny.
"Hello."
"Jenny?"
It was Mike.
"Hello Mike." Jenny replied apprehensively.
"I heard you went on a date with that high school counselor."
"What did you say?"
"I heard you've been dating the high school counselor."
"I wouldn't exactly call it a date. We went to dinner and discussed Billy's summer studies."
"Oh come on Jenny what do you think I'm some kind of fool?" Mike replied harshly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean are you fucking him?"
"No!"
There was a long pause. She took a deep breath trying to remain calm. Her heart was racing faster than at the hardest part of her early morning run. She hated when he talked like this, but she hated it even more that she couldn't control her emotions.
"You're a goddamn liar, Jenny."
"Don't...start..." Jenny stuttered.
"You a goddamn fucking whore, too."
"I'm not doing anything Mike."
"Yeah just like that guy up in Indianapolis."
"Don't start." Tears began to trickle down Jenny's face.
