As a newborn, an older couple, Frank and Maggie Reddington who had no children of their own adopted me; my name is Evie Reddington. My adoptive father was a minister and a rancher, my mother a school teacher. They were wonderful people and as far as I was concerned, extraordinary parents intent on giving me a sheltering home and love filled upbringing. Perhaps because Daddy was a minister I grew up shy, quiet, innocent and for the most part inexperienced of life and people. I saw good in people and perhaps sometimes could be too trusting, but I expected the best from people, and usually, this is what I received.
Daddy had inherited a small horse ranch from his father years before they adopted me and with Daddy beside me, I was sitting a horse before I could walk. By my mid-teens, I was a pretty good lay veterinarian, had some experience nursing sick horses, knew the intricacies of breeding a stud to a mare and had even delivered one or two foals. I grew up around horses, and my dream was to one day own a ranch and breed thoroughbred horses.
Soon after my eighteenth birthday, Daddy suffered a stroke that left him unable to manage the ranch the way he once had. As Daddy began a slow recovery, it was Chad Jamerson, our neighbor who was always there helping. During this difficult time, Chad was present with help and support, for Mom and me. Without Chad, I have no doubt we would have lost our ranch.
I think Chad was about forty-five years old, younger than my Dad was and a lot older than me. Chad had been an athlete in high school and an above average college student, who had enlisted in the military and risen in rank before leaving the service after twenty years. As many women would attest, he was ruggedly attractive; tall, broad shouldered, hard bodied, with salt and pepper colored hair and sharp facial features. Most striking, however, were his steely blue eyes that could see right through you and a gruff sometimes abrasive bearing. Even at my young age, I knew he did not want for female company. I remember one day he and Daddy were out in the barn talking, and I overheard him telling Daddy that sure he was lonely sometimes, but everything considered, he preferred being on his own, only being responsible for himself. I had mentioned the conversation to Mom, telling her that in a way I felt sorry for Chad, that with no wife or children, he seemed sad to me.
Mom stopped what she was doing and turning to me said, "Sweetie, you'll learn this on your own, but for some men having a little temporary comfort at night is easier than nurturing a lifetime of satisfaction with one special person."
*****
We had known Chad since he bought and moved into the neighboring ranch. He was our closest neighbor, and he and Daddy had hit it off from their first meeting and become friends. As for me, I always liked Chad, and we developed a friendship initially centered on my love of horses and horse breeding. Despite his sometimes brusqueness with people, he was always kind, funny, emotionally generous and thoughtful with me. I think in a way, as I grew older and grew to know him better he became a trusted friend and almost a second father to me; someone I knew had my best interest at heart.
Daddy's recovery from his stroke was slow, and the stress was sometimes overwhelming. What with concerns for my Mother and the hard work that went into helping with and managing the ranch I gratefully welcomed Chad's help. Sometimes Chad would come by and insist that I get away for a few hours. I grew to appreciate this time away and looked forward to those brief excursions with Chad. Now that it was summer, we would go riding together and swim naked at the small secluded pond that was about a mile from the house.
Despite everything that was happening in my life at the time, I think even then I knew Chad was interested in me in a non-fatherly way. Occasionally when he would join me for a swim, I would tease him by slowly undressing knowing he watched my every move or shamelessly let my breast rub against his arm or my butt brush against his cock. I know it was immature, but it made me feel in control.
One warm summer's day I packed a picnic for us, and we headed off for a ride and swim, it was that afternoon, our relationship changed.
After our swim, we stretched out naked on the blanket, letting the sun dry us. I closed my eyes and dozed until I felt Chad's work roughened hand lightly caress my breast; he had never done anything like that before. I opened my eyes and stared almost mesmerized into his blue eyes that were now soft and longing. I wasn't afraid or resisting when he pulled me on top of him and pressed his cock between the lips of my moistening slit and tentatively began moving my hips so that my clit rubbed along the length of his cock. It sounds silly now, but I didn't think anything nasty about it, nothing dirty, just that it felt nice. He moved his hands to my behind; each large hand easily covered a butt cheek.
He began to sway his hips upward against me.
"Chad?" I murmured, a warm tingling sensation blossoming between my legs, and without warning, I began to tremble as Chad's trapped cock, began ejaculating cum between our naked bellies.
Chad groaned and almost whimpered as his cock continued to erupt until it finally began to soften.
"Oh my God Evie, I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean for that to happen."
"No, don't be sorry," I said.
"You're eighteen years old Evie, I'm old enough to be your father; hell your father is my best friend. I didn't mean to take advantage of you," he said.
"You didn't take advantage of me, and I don't care if you are Daddy's friend . . . I liked the way you made me feel," I said, unashamed and unembarrassed by what had just happened between us.
I lifted off his body, his cum sticky and thick on my stomach and slowly spreading into the sparse patch of brown hair that covered my swollen, puffy mound. For some reason, overwhelmed by unexpected emotion, I found myself struggling not to cry and with my back turned to him, I reached for my clothes, and I began to dress. Chad stood watching me, and despite the beginnings of another erection, also began to dress. He helped me onto my horse and then mounted his as we began the ride back to the ranch.
I think we were both surprised by the suddenness and intensity of our sexual attraction to each other, but it also frightened me, and I promised myself I would not let the incident at the pond repeat itself.
*****
After that day at the pond, Chad seemed always to be angry with me, critical and argumentative whenever he was around. He never said anything, but if he happened to see me out with my boyfriend Mick, or if Mick was at our ranch when Chad came to visit it clearly upset him. I knew he didn't like Mick and I suspected he had said something to my Dad about it not being appropriate for me to see so much of one boy, Mick in particular.
At the Fourth of July festivities, I went with Mick. Mick was the cousin of one of my school friends, and I really liked him. After doing the carnival, we had a few beers, danced and made out a little, it was great, and I had a good time. We sat and talked for a long time about things we had in common, like horses, movies, football, and camping. He was perfect.
We slow danced, grinding and humping each other in a dark corner on the dance floor, his hand under my skirt and inside my panties. Things started getting heavy. Frankly, I was feeling uneasy, but I didn't know how to get myself out of this situation without hurting his feelings. I was still a virgin, while Mick was a freshman at the University and already sexually active. Nonetheless, I went out to his car with him where I'm sure Mick thought he'd be getting some quick, cramped car sex in the back seat. Despite my attraction to him though, I wasn't ready for what he had in mind.
I'm not quite sure how it happened, but he had gotten another beer into me, and there I was Miss Goody Two Shoes, on my knees, between his legs getting ready to suck his cock. Mick had just unzipped and dropped his pants when all of a sudden a voice boomed from the darkness.
"Pull your fucking pants up and get the fuck out of here boy, before I beat the shit out of you!" It was Chad.
