Big Yellow Taxi

That was fun

Marv snagged the still mostly full bottle of cider and tossed his arm around her, giving the nosy interlopers another big fake grin before he started leading Ayla towards the door.  The woman stared after him like she was thinking about saying something.

"See you fine folks later," Marv called back, eager to cut the woman off before she could figure out what she wanted to say.  Leading Ayla out the door, Marv let the screen slap shut behind him.  He hadn't liked the way that nosy old b***h had been looking at him.  Like he was some kind of r****t.  All he had been doing to Ayla was kissing her.  Sure he had copped a feel too but it's not like she had been complaining about it.  It was clear to him that this girl had invited him here for s*x.  He was just giving her what she wanted.  

"We can go out to one of the barns," Ayla suggested.  There was a pretty view from the hayloft of the goat barn. She and Rowan liked to go there sometimes to watch the sunset together or sometimes with other friends.  And Ayla knew with the festival going on that the barns were the one place where she doubted they would run into anyone else.  The thought of being alone with Marv had her feeling a strange mixture of nervousness and excitement.  It felt like a big bat was flapping around in her stomach.  She had never had a man get so forceful with her before and she took his behavior to mean that he must really like her a lot.  

As they walked, Marv took a sip from the bottle in his hand.  He tipped his head back as he drank, revealing the taunt cords of his neck.  After a few swallows he handed the bottle to Ayla.  She wasn't sure if she ought to drink anymore.  Like smoking, she only had a glass of wine or two once in a while.  Drinking to excess wasn’t forbidden in her community but it was strongly discouraged.  She wasn't sure what would happen to her if she drank more than what she already had.  Ayla lifted the bottle to her lips.  She took another sip because she was worried that if she didn't drink along with him Marv would think she was an inexperienced girl that wasn't worth his time.  He wouldn’t want to hang out with her then.  Rowan was older and always made being cool seem so effortless. Unlike her Ayla has always felt like it was a struggle to figure out who she was and find her place.  She had a tendency to try too hard to impress people, sometimes to her own detriment.  This night was no exception.  

By the time they got to the barn, Ayla was dizzy from the amount of alcohol she had consumed.  The bottle was empty and she was sure she had probably drunk at least a third of it if not half.  Marv tossed it down near a half full bucket of goat food.  Ayla thought about telling him to pick it up and discard it properly.  Unlike getting drunk, littering was one of the things that was considered a rather serious violation in her community.  But instead Ayla just convinced herself that it was fine since she would be sure to clean up the mess later.  Marv clearly didn't know the rules and she didn't want to make him feel bad.  

Ayla grabbed for the rungs of the ladder that led up to the loft and missed.  She felt like she was seeing double.  On the second try she managed to grasp hold of the rung.  Marv gripped the sides of the ladder and she was grateful for the feel of his body pressing in behind her to keep her from falling.  Luckily, she had climbed that same ladder enough times that muscle memory took over and she made it up to the loft without another mishap. 

The loft smelled like warm hay, a scent that Ayla had always found comforting.  The roof came to a high peak in the center, leaving enough room to stand up straight.  Bales of hay were stacked up along the walls where the roof was lower.  Loose bits of straw covered the roughly planked wooden floor, making a soft cushion for walking or sitting.  Over near the loft doors, which had been left open to allow the heat to escape, there were a few old quilts that were stacked and folded up.  

Ayla made her way over to them, putting her hands on the slope of the roof to keep from staggering.  She knelt down and started fumbling with one of the blankets, trying to set up a good spot to watch the sunset even though  most of the pretty part had already happened on the walk over.  Night was already setting in, making it harder for her to see what she was doing.  

Marv must have decided that she was getting too close to the open loft door, because he grabbed her and gently hauled her back away from the edge.  He sat her down on a bale of hay and told her to stay put.  Then he took the blanket she had been fumbling with and shook it, spreading it out to cover the straw on the floor.  Ayla leaned back, bumping her head against the inside of the roof hard enough to make her wince.  Her flowered headpiece was knocked off and it fell down into her lap.  Ayla discarded it on the hay bale next to her.  She didn't like how clumsy drinking had made her, but she found she sort of liked how relaxed she felt.  Not feeling so nervous anymore seemed to be the only obvious benefit.  

Once he had the blanket spread out, Marv sat down on it.  He took off his riding jacket and pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving him bare from the waist up.  There was still enough light coming in through the open loft doors that Ayla could see his back.  And what she saw made her suck in her breath.  His back was a roadmap of scars.  Some were old and faded almost white while others were raised and much darker than the rest of his skin.  She had never seen anything like it before and couldn't even begin to imagine what or who had been responsible for leaving the marks.  

"Motorcycle accident," Marv announced, making Ayla realize she must have gasped loud enough for him to hear her.  She immediately felt the need to reassure him that she still found him very attractive.  Moving down from the hay bale, Ayla crawled over to where Marv was now lying on his back on the blanket.  She snuggled down next to him and laid her head on his bare chest after she planted a small kiss on his cheek.  

When Rowan asked Ayla later what she had been expecting to happen when she went up in the loft she had to admit that she wasn't sure.  She had been eager to get Marv alone.  And to kiss him again.  She liked him.  He was sexy and exciting.  But beyond that she hadn't really thought about the specifics.  Ayla didn't have a lot of s****l experience and the two men she had slept with before, especially the first one, had asked for her very specific permission before they took her somewhere to have s*x with her.  Since Marv hadn't mentioned anything about s*x, she wrongly assumed that he only intended to kiss her some more or maybe even just have a quiet place to talk to her.  

His hand stroked up her back, stopping to pull at the strings that were holding her top on.  With the bows untied, he reached over with his other hand and yanked her top away from her body.  His skin was warm in contrast to the cool breeze blowing in from outside and when he rolled on top of her, Ayla was eager to hold him close.  The moment she was on her back with her eyes closed the world started spinning around her.  He started with her mouth but soon it felt like he was kissing and touching her everywhere at once.  

She felt the cool air again, this time against the insides of her thighs as her long skirt was pushed up.  The weight of his body lifted off and the next sensation she felt was the little pink cotton panties she was wearing being dragged down her legs and pulled off.  The cold air that rushed against her damp s*x startled her and she snapped her thighs shut.  Ayla opened her eyes, not able to see much now that the remaining light was gone.  All that was visible was Marv's hulking form, kneeling in front of her.  

There was an audible clink, the sound of metal on metal followed by the rustle of Marv removing what remained of his clothing.  Ayla felt his hands on her knees and she tensed, suddenly expecting him to force her legs open and take her as roughly as he had kissed her before.  But when he felt her resistance he removed his hands and laid down next to her on the blanket instead.  

His hand stroked over her stomach, the tips of his fingers brushing against the mound of soft curls between her legs.  He nudged her face, tilting her head back so he could reach the sensitive spot behind her ear with his tongue.  In between kissing and nibbling at her earlobe he whispered into her ear, gently coaxing her.  "Relax," he murmured, "ain't gonna hurt ya."  Everything he was doing felt so good, Ayla felt like it was making it hard for her to think clearly.  His hand stroked up and down the length of her thighs until she couldn't hold them together anymore.  Her knees fell open and she arched her hips up against his hand.  

She felt his hot breath on her again as he chuckled into her neck, teasing her a little longer by running his fingers lightly up and down the insides of her thighs.  He entered her as suddenly as he had kissed her before, pushing in hard and deep with two of his thick calloused fingers.  She gasped, her hands shooting down to grab at his wrist.  He let her pull his hand away as he rolled on top of her, nestling his body down between her quivering thighs.  Her hands were already on his hand so it only took a flip of his wrist for him to grab her by hers and pin her arms down to the blanket above her head.  His other hand moved between them, lining up his throbbing erection with her slick opening before he pushed his hard length roughly inside her.  

The walls inside her spasmed, reacting to being so completely filled.  He let go of her hands, resting his elbows on either side of her head.  His hips stayed still for a moment as he hissed against the tight clenching feel of her, not wanting things to be over too quickly.  Her legs came up, wrapping around his waist in a way that only very limber girls could manage.  He rose up, pulling almost all the way back out of her before shoving back inside her again.  She gasped again, then started breathing out little high pitched squeaks through her nose.  Marv kept his thrusts controlled, moving slowly and ending each thrust with a hard pump that filled her to the hilt.  It was the soft little noises that she was making that made him lose control.  By this time her arms had wrapped around him and her nails were digging into his back.  He covered her mouth with his before he really started moving, f*****g her hard and fast until she was coming undone under him and he was spilling his essence deep inside her.  

Marv collapsed on top of her, leaving his d**k inside her warmth until it went soft and slid out on it's own.  As he rolled off, Ayla sucked in a big breath of air.  She stayed on her back, clamping her legs together as the last few waves of her orgasm washed over her.  She had enjoyed s*x before, but never more than once in the same session.  After the first two times she came she had lost count of how many times it happened.  

Ayla's body felt like overcooked pasta and her insides were deliciously sore in a way they never had been before.  Her head felt clearer and her heart felt full of tender feelings for the man next to her.  She rolled to her side, looking to be held and cuddled by the man that she was now sure was really in love with her.  But instead of his warm body she found her hand sliding across the blanket, the space beside her already cold and empty.  

Sitting up, Ayla glanced around in the dark barn, feeling confused.  She picked out Marv's form, sitting on the floor tying his boots up.  There was a soft rustle as he felt around for his shirt and pulled it back over his head.  Once he was dressed he did reach for her, finding her shoulder with his hand and giving it a light slap.

"That was fun," he told her, "maybe we'll do it again some time sugar."  

With that he was gone, feeling his way back across the loft and down the ladder.  Ayla flopped down on the blanket, feeling cold and confused.  For a moment she convinced herself that he must have climbed down to go to the bathroom.  He would be back in any minute.  She wrapped herself up in the blanket to keep the cool night air at bay and waited.  Ayla listened quietly for Marv's return but the only sounds she heard were the soft rustles of the goats sleeping under her.  After a while it became painfully obvious to her that not only was Marv not coming back, that maybe he didn't like her as much as she thought.  Ayla pulled the blanket tighter, hugging it around herself and using the corner of it to mop up her tears.