s*x IN THE RANCH

s*x AND HATE

My senses start to come back to me as I slowly wake up to Bay’s hands caressing my belly. Scratchy hay on my skin. My body aches, my head bangs… obviously the effect of our earlier romp. And now, he wants more?. I glance up at him and met his needy gaze. He kisses down my neck, nipping and biting playfully. He lifts my chin, so his eyes blaze into mine for a moment before wetting my lips with a passionate kiss. He stood up over my face and looks suggestively at me. I sat up, my hands fly to unfasten his belt, then move to slide his zipper down. Bay exhales shakily and weaves his fingers through my hair, drawing me closer to his length. I takes his length and stroke it twice before shoving it in my mouth. I started sucking hard, then using my tongue to push him over the edge. He holds my head firmly thrusting his length deeper into my throat…

He lowers his voice, his tone dangerously quiet… “I’m about to c*m”…

he pumps into my mouth one more time, gripping my head tighter. I tasted his c*m trailing down my throat as he stiffens. He groan loudly before gently loosening his grip. I lay back quietly on the hay, my legs weakly spread out… and he sat on a stool gathering his breath.

I don’t know exactly what I am doing with Bay Schuyler in a barn alone, repeatedly making out. He has a girlfriend… Claire Gustavo. Mayor Gustavo’s daughter. She has won Futhoman Most beautiful Queen pageant three times in a row. She and Bay is the most celebrated prom king and Queen… their relationship is beautiful and enviable… She is beautiful and carries herself with so much poised and Grace. Claire and I don’t get along because of her unhealthy competitiveness, she’d from comparing the prices of the dresses i got last week to who has the redder apples or better curtains in the house, girls are born to compete but Claire is obsessed. Even for trivial things that I’m ounce better, she would not like me for it.

She is self-conscious about everything that she has. From the money she is syphoning from her father’s purse to the brands she is wearing, to the way she look while she work out, she is at constant war with her inner self.

we are way different, like night and day. She is gorgeous and famous and me? I am just a ranch-hand girl who dig in horse poop all day.

There is a long pause as the air between us crackles with tension. He can’t take his eyes off my body. I hear crunching on the hay, looking up. A tiny calf scampers across the hay into Bay's lap. It flops down on it side, exposing it’s little belly.

“hey there little man. You want some tummy rub, huh?” he tickles the calf and it snuggles closer up against him. He holds out his hand and the calf licks it. He playfully boop it on it’s wide nose and it rubs its head against his hand.

It’s so beautiful watching him all natural with the calf. Animals are kind of my thing too. I love animals and I have this very natural way of emotionally connecting with them. This might be the only thing Bay and I have in common. He carefully drops the calf and it scampers off through the door.

His eyes flickers at me again with so much lust and, he crouched over me. His mouth finds mine in a hungry kiss. I shiver at his touch and he squeezes my breast, gasping in my mouth. I moan as my center makes contact with his length, hard, an undeniable evidence of his desire. My hip rock against him, taking his full length slimy as he began thrusting, increasing his pace to match my groaning. I cannot say for how long he’s been ramming my center hard but the pressure inside me have been releasing countless time. My thighs aches and my body was starting to go numb when he groaned loudly pumping into me one last time with so much energy, he crashed on top of me panting heavily. After gathering his breath he pulled up and moved to lay in a heap of hay. My eyes closed and, I drift to sleep.

As I slowly woke up. I felt warm sunshine in my face and scratchy hay on my skin. I swept my gaze across the room and Bay was gone. He left without saying a word to me. I sprawled up and beat dirt off my aching body. I can barely move my legs. I feel light headed and, completely ravaged. I slide into my dress and fixed my hair before heading for the door.

I step outside into the soft sunlight, taking in the damp smell of the farm. A gag reflex forming in my throat. I sneezed crouching down, and by the time I lift my face, I met the gaze of my very surprised father. His jaw dropped, eyes bulged out in shock. It was the first time I’m sleeping out and I am not sure my father understands why I did not come home.

“Amy, what happened to you?” he asked. I can tell from his voice that he is not angry but very concerned.

“did you sleep in there?” He looks at me questioningly, so I sigh and attempt to explain.

“yes dad! But, Bay was with me. He could not find the keys to the rambler and he had a flat tire. Bay did inform you, right?”…

“yes! But I thought you’d be in the farm house, not the barn?”

I quickly summarized what led to us sleeping in the barn and he envelops me into a tight hug.

“ Glad you are okay” he leaves a soft lingering kiss on my forehead. “you should go home and wash up”…

“I was in the woods last night Dad… looking for Burly. But something or someone was there. I did not see what it was, but it's growling sounds dangerous. Like a wild beast! It is not safe around here"

I could see through his facial expression that he doesn’t believe me. He ruffles my hair dismissively.

“ why don’t you go home and have some rest”… he said dismissively.

“ you don’t believe me”

“Amy, let’s talk about this when I get home” He said harshly and stalks off without looking back.

Mr. Schuyler dismissed me when I told him about the beast last night too. I do not care if no one wants to listen, but I am very sure something is lurking in the woods and I am determined to find it.