Page 4 of Boys of Fall

CHAPTER TWO

Jerry

Seriously, is there anything hotter than Autumn in those dark rimmed glasses?

I glanced back toward the house as I started on the remaining patch of grass in the hope of catching a last glimpse of her. Autumn had sat next to the downstairs window the whole time I’d been working, and I’d walked as slow as possible to drag the job out. The turns toward the house were a lot less interesting without her perched on the sofa peeking at me over that book. A pen tapping lightly against her lips as she pretended to read. The bottom lip so much fuller than the top but still forming a perfectly kissable bow. Shiny black hair twisted into one of those crazy ways girls do with a pencil stuck through the knot at the back of their heads. Tendrils blowing against her cheek in the warm breeze. I’d wondered more than once if that cheek would really be as soft under my lips as I’d imagined.

The curtain over her window moved a little in the breeze. There wasn’t an overhead light on, but the afternoon sun spilled in through the opposite window. Her silhouette was bathed in a peach glow as she tugged the shirt over her head and twisted her arms behind her back to unsnap her bra. I stepped in a hole and nearly went down as her bare chest flashed me with the distinct tan lines of the bikini I’d seen her in out by the pool. I would have fallen if it hadn’t been for holding on to the mower’s handle.

She seemed to hurry around the room, bending to open drawers and such, as I slowed down by adding a pause between each step. Then she dropped out of sight.

NO! Come back! My heart followed her down that rabbit hole.

I glanced at the patch of uncut grass in front of me. There was maybe another thirty minutes of cutting if I slowed to literal zombie shuffle speed. Maybe she’ll move back to the window one more time before I go.

The engine coughed and sputtered as grass clogged the blade again. I kicked the flap. When that didn’t work, I poked at the snarl of clippings with the stick Dr. Laundry kept Velcroed to the handle for that very purpose.

Light splashed across the yard as the grass spewed out. I glanced toward the window where Autumn had stood earlier and froze. The mirror over her dresser had been tilted toward the bed. She now lay framed on the green sheets. Legs as far apart as they’d go and hair an ebony wave over the pillow. Small breasts high and tight, nipples flushed darker than the crimson blooming on her skin as her hand moved over a slightly rounded belly and settled between her nice curvy thighs. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, and other hand reaching out long across the covers. My jaw fell slack as her two fingers disappeared into the dark pink lips framed so perfectly by the light.

The mower idled higher all of a sudden and broke the spell. I crashed into reality with the biggest boner of my life growing by the second outside the window of the President’s daughter.

You will not blow your load.

I started to slowly back down the row chanting under my breath while keeping the cutting going but never turning my back to the scene. A bright pink dildo entered the frame, and I nearly choked. I paused to try and adjust my dick to a less conspicuous position but to also catch my breath. The tightness in my chest was worse than running sprints in July. Sweat dripped into my eyes. Leaning over, I wiped my face with the hem of my shorts in a rush to not miss a thing.

Autumn pushed the dildo in real slow and my dick throbbed to take its place. Her chest arched off the bed once it was fully seated. I pushed the mower forward again, slow as possible. My heart raced to the point of pain as she started to work it in and out of her pussy. The sunlight glittered on its surface. She’s so wet.

Autumn lay so open and free, lost to her own pleasure. Beautiful. Moving her hips a little in time with the plunge of the toy. Her fingers were shiny to the last knuckle.

I wonder what it would be like to be close enough to listen to the toy slide in and out? Blood pounded in my ears with the hunger to know.

Most of the girls I’ve been with had let me fuck them, sure. But let me watch them rub one out? They’d always freak and get weird. I swallowed the tightness in my throat as Autumn’s thighs started to quiver the tiniest bit. Something told me she wouldn’t balk at the request as I watched the pure joy and abandon wash over her.

I hung my head and turned my back to the house. The bulge in my shorts had turned obscene, and I wrapped my fingers around it to force some blood back toward my brain. All grabbing my shaft did was plump it more. We both wanted to not only watch Autumn’s body writhe in bliss but also experience that pleasure from the inside. I trapped the head under the waistband of my shorts so at least my dick wouldn’t flop like a trout with each step.

The stupid mower was drowning out the last thing I wanted. I need to hear her cum. I inched forward, trying to time it exactly right on the last strip of grass, fingers poised to let go of the safety catch as soon as she seemed to be close.

Her knees had risen a little and her hips rolled faster now. The muscles in each thigh tensed in a way I knew would feel amazing clamped around my waist. Eyes squeezed tighter, her hand slowly slid up her body to cup a breast. The fingertips gently rolling one nipple as the dildo stroked over her clit. She palmed her breast and her mouth opened wider, chest rising and falling in harsh pants. Her hips jerked, and I let the mower die under my hands. Three soft chirps followed by a long sigh echoed in the sudden silence. My body thrashed against being denied release. Nowhere to let all this longing for her go. No satisfaction like the ecstasy Autumn still writhed in, and my balls screamed to unload alongside her.

Her eyelids fluttered as she curled onto her side, hand still gently massaging between the now relaxed legs. The mirror showed me what she’d turned away from. She pushed the dildo into the still quivering lips with an open-mouthed sigh as her back arched in lingering pleasure.

I could only stand totally still. If even a breeze brushed the front of my shorts, I’d completely lose control.

Cold shower. Cold shower. Cold shower. I glanced around desperate for anything that might relieve the pressure and take it down a notch so I could at least walk to my truck. Rushing in an awkward stiff legged gait, I ambled toward the garden hose that hung on a hook attached to the house. Frantically twisting the dial, I sprayed myself right in the face as soon as the water started to pour out. Slightly warm at first then the shock of coldness snapped against my overheated skin. I stuck the nozzle in my hair and let the water run down my back. Goose bumps rose immediately. But so did relief as the insistent pressure stalled once the cold soaked the front of my shorts. Hand pressed to the side of the house and sucking in big breaths, I narrowly escaped embarrassing myself by jizzing my pants in Dr. Laundry’s backyard.

A sound above me had me quickly wiping the water out of my eyes.

“Hey,” Autumn called down as she leaned over the sill. “Do you need something cold to drink?”

She’d pulled her t-shirt back on but her breasts hung lower. Her taut nipples stood out under the white cotton. Mussed hair hastily tucked behind her ears. The post orgasm flush stained her cheeks, and I wondered if she had the dildo inside her as she leaned on only one elbow, the other hand curiously out of sight, but not still.

Dammit, you idiot. I hunched my shoulders to hide how my dick surged to an even more painful hardness.

Buying a moment to focus, I stuck the stream of water in my mouth to rinse away the taste of dust and unsatisfied lust before spitting on the grass. “Nah,” I said and let the still running hose splash onto my chest. “This works.”

She licked her lips and something much warmer than before flashed in her eyes as her gaze darted over me. “Okay,” she said in a softer voice. “I guess I’ll see you later then.”

“Later,” I answered, hoping my smile looked genuine. “For sure.”

She waved before disappearing back inside the window and pulling the curtains closed.

My head drooped, and I pressed a cheek against my bicep as the cold took over again. A plan for the evening formed even as the majority of my body’s heat eased under the rush of cold. I’ll find Autumn at the bonfire and do my damnest to beg her to let me see that show again. But tonight, I’ll request a front row seat.

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