I left this chapter mostly complete several years ago when I moved on to other work. Please read the first chapter if this is of interest. I hope you enjoy and really hope someone read the first one several years ago and has a bit of nostalgia for this entry.
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I woke up the next morning groggy and sore from the previous day's hard work. I stumbled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom which was between Carly's room and my own. I couldn't resist taking the few extra steps towards her room.
The sun leapt across the floor from her slightly open door. I inched carefully down the hall expecting to be grabbed by my uncle, the police, or Father DiCiccio from my church back home at any moment. However, the pull to Carly was simply too strong to resist.
The door was cracked open a few inches with the opening pointed right at her bed. I smiled to myself as I saw how splayed out she slept with sheets and pillows thrown every which way on her bed. Her back was to me, with a bare leg crawling its way out of the sheet. One beautiful, gorgeous, tiny foot was hanging off of the bed.
The loose boxers I had worn to bed were no help as the combination of morning and Carly's bare leg were causing my cock to harden. The tip was poking out the bottom and lifting the fabric with it. I looked around like a thief ensuring no one was around to see me in this predicament. The only sound I could hear was my Aunt moving a few dishes around in the kitchen below.
I reached down in an attempt to reign myself back into my boxers, but ended up letting my hand linger too long. I lightly brushed the underside and "He" almost made me lose my balance jumping to attention. I leaned against the wall continuing to spy on Carly in all her cluttered, bare legged glory.
As I tried to tuck my cock back into my shorts, Carly rolled over in bed onto her stomach with her face now pointing squarely in my direction. I heard her groan a bit as she stretched two bare legs behind her. The combination of stretching and her thin cotton shorts allowed me a perfect view of her muscular thighs and tight ass.
I tried again to compose myself as my brain was screaming at me to get out of the hallway before someone came along. It was too late. I took one more look towards Carly and made direct eye contact with her. Her questioning look was understandable as she awoke to find me standing outside her door with my hand stuffing myself back in my boxers.
In typical Carly fashion, she winked and gave me a sly smile. She pushed her head back under the nearest pillow and slowly slid her knees higher on the bed. Her thighs slid apart giving me a great shot of the thin fabric outlining her smooth lips. I saw two small, red painted fingernails appear from between her legs as they slid into view rubbing her mound.
"JAKE" Aunt Karen yelled. I jumped backwards my feet slipping on the hardwood floors. I must have looked like a cartoon character as my feet spun without traction trying to push myself back towards the bathroom. I fell into the bathroom slamming the door with my foot.
My heart was in my throat and my vision was blurry. It was a good thirty seconds before my brain caught up to my ears. "JAKE... you better get down here quick if you want to eat breakfast before John puts you to work!"
Any thoughts of relieving my urges that morning went out the window when my Aunt called me to breakfast. I was through breakfast and an hour into my work in the field before my heart slowed enough to take deep breaths. I was a shy guy that liked to live in front of his computer. My ticker was not ready for this.
I spent the morning learning how to operate the irrigation system in the field. It wasn't overly complex, but the enormous moving contraption demanded respect. Uncle John was going to be assisting other farmers over the next few weeks and he wanted to make sure I could handle one of his more time consuming tasks.
At times, I could get a good look at the shop, but I didn't see Carly. After last night, I went to bed tired but couldn't stop thinking of the possibilities over the summer. Were we going to continue finding opportunities to do that again? Did she want to take things further? We're we going to become close or just play around? I pushed those thoughts down, but my anxiety was turning them into beach balls in a swimming pool. The harder I pushed them down, the more forcefully they popped back up.
I eventually made a run to the store on the four wheeler when fresh stuff was ready to take down. As usual, Carly was able to melt away any concerns almost immediately. I could hear dance music coming from the store when I was still a hundred yards away.
I hopped off the four wheeler and peered into the doorway. Carly clearly lived by the phrase "dance like no one is watching". She was bouncing around barefoot behind the counter with her hands in the air swishing back and forth. She'd returned to jean shorts today, but these were rolled fairly tight around her muscular thighs instead of being cutoffs. A black Led Zeppelin t-shirt hung tightly over her large breasts, but flowed loosely everywhere else.
I stood in the doorway with an almost painfully large grin as I watched Carly bounce side to side. Her technical proficiency was sorely lacking, but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm. The music was unrecognizable to me, but I had to admit it provided an attractive beat.
When Carly noticed I was standing in the doorway, she bounced over to me with a cheery grin and pulled me out into the otherwise empty store. Without a word she went back into her pattern of hip shaking, spinning, and bouncing. I halfheartedly joined in trying my best to not look foolish. Carly would have none of that.
Carly grabbed my hips and started shaking me back and forth in time to the music. Before I knew it she had me bouncing around the store with her. I did my best to keep from stepping on her bare feet, but I otherwise stayed with her fairly well. When she jumped, I jumped. When she spun, I spun. It wasn't long before we were bouncing off of each other and laughing. By the time the song wound down to nothing, we were both a little out of breath.
Her ipod must have been on shuffle as the next song was an 80 year old polar opposite. I heard familiar opening notes of a horn section followed by a smooth clarinet. Carly looked a little embarrassed. "I'll skip this one" she said as she stepped back towards the counter.
I reached out and grabbed her arm a little more forcefully than I'd intended. Carly looked back with a slightly reddened face and a look of surprise. "I think I like this one. " I translated the opening lines from the French in which they were sung "Hold me close and hold me fast, the magic spell you cast..."
Carly's eyes widened. "Who the hell are you?" she said smiling through her open mouthed shock.
I answered by pulling Carly close to me. I took her hand and wrapped my arm around her. It was a little challenging to get my arm underneath hers due to the height difference, but I was ok leaning a bit. "I took French the last few years, mon petit chou. La Vie En Rose was played during a couple of the food days." While I had taken French, I didn't want to admit I'd actually learned the song from a video game.
"You are just full of surprises aren't you Jake?" she said as she pulled herself in close to me. Her head rested against my chest as we slowly turned in circles. As the little sparrow of France crooned on about living life while in love, I created one of the most vivid memories of my life.
I took in the dusty smell of the parking lot, the earthy smell of the produce, and the baby powder smell of Carly's perfume. I cataloged them all in a special file cabinet of my brain. I would always be able to feel the soft warmth of her pressed into me and see the damp cement of where Carly had watered the display cases earlier in the day. We turned and shuffled to the soft strumming beat. The minutes of the song wrote hours into my memory.
Eventually Edith sang the last line and the band hit the final note. When I pulled back to look at Carly her eyes were moist at the edges. She gave me a huge hug and started to say something when a car pulled up to the open store front. She smiled gently and said "Tonight..." followed by a pause. "I can't wait to see you tonight. I owe you a special moment." I started to reply but Carly put her finger up to shush me. She shook her head and cryptically said "Let it breathe a bit. We can be ourselves tonight."
She turned casually to the arriving customers and bounded towards them after running off the CD player. I sighed deeply and headed out the side door. I walked dreamily up the road toward the house. I was almost to the house before I yet again remembered I had ridden the four wheeler to the store. I laughed at myself and turned to float back down the road.
The hours ticked by sluggishly as I awaited the evening. I dreamily worked through a few cleaning chores thankful that none involved the farm equipment. The brief dance and feeling of Carly's soft body should have had a warning label to avoid operating heavy machinery while under the influence. Whenever I interacted with my aunt and uncle, I had to mentally slap the drunken smile from my face.
Carly's poker face wasn't the best either. As she entered the house at the end of the day and ate dinner with the family, her normal boisterous tone and energetic mannerisms were suspiciously subdued. She avoided eye contact with me and maintained conversations with the minimum word count possible. While she may have thought she was throwing anyone off the scent of our impending rendezvous, she was more like a drunk trying to convince a police officer they were sober enough to drive from the comfort of their back on the sidewalk.