Orchard Flower (Version Bravo)

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seven

"Uh oh," said Jill as we rode into their yard.

"What?" I asked. She was looking down at her saddle horn.

"You leaked out of me," she said. She scooted back, her butt riding up the cantle of the saddle, until I could see the dark wet spot at the crotch of her jeans. "Mom is going to think I peed my pants!"

This, again, was the assumption of callow youth. Lynne would have enough experience to know the difference between what Jill was talking about and the draining of two loads of Bob MacAllister's sperm deposits. Neither of which was supposed to be there to leak out, by the way.

"I'll distract her while you go change," I said.

"So how did your plan go?" asked Lynne. She was cutting up apples, getting them ready to go in pies. She planned on making a dozen and then freezing them. Well, eleven of them, anyway.

"Plan?"

"You said you had a plan before you left," she reminded me.

"Oh ... that," I said. It was obvious the plan ... if there had been one at all ... had failed miserably.

"Don't tell me ..." Lynne looked at me, disgustedly.

"She's very hard to resist!" I complained.

"I told you that!" snapped the woman frowning at me.

"Well I DO have a plan," I insisted.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I thought that if we spent a lot of time together before she goes to school, she'll get to know me better and see all my flaws and how old I am and all that kind of thing. Then, when she gets to school I won't be able to compete with the young guys."

"That's your plan?" She sounded disgusted. "Sounds to me like you're going to try to spend as much time in my daughter's pants as possible before you can't any more!"

"That's not it at all!" I objected.

"What happened to just saying no?" she asked acidly.

"You don't understand!" I moaned.

She reached for the top button on her blouse. Flour from her fingers left white smudges on the fabric around it. "I don't?" she warned, undoing a button. "I think I understand entirely too well, Bob!" She popped that button and reached for the next one.

I started to panic. I didn't know how long it would take Jill to change pants, and the look in Lynne's eye suggested she'd carry through with her threat. I had visions of Jill walking into the room as her mother stood, topless, shaking her breasts at me. How the heck was I going to explain that? I held up both hands, palms out.

"OK, OK, don't get mad. I'll do better. I promise."

She stopped, her fingers on button number two and I swear her eyes gleamed.

"What would she think if she came in here and you were having me on the table? Do you think she'd break up with you then?" The second button popped. "I do."

"You can't do that!" I gasped. "That's crazy! What happened to 'Let's not break her heart?'"

Jill breezed into the room. She was wearing the same jeans skirt she'd ambushed me in the very first time. She made it obvious she'd been eavesdropping.

"Nice try, Mom," she said archly. "But he's mine. I found him fair and square. You had your chance when I was younger, and you blew it. So just call up Dennis and ask him to come over or something, because you can't have Bob."

"Dennis wants to get married!" snapped Lynne. I was amazed at how she'd gotten caught trying to undermine her daughter but neither of them was screaming about it.

"Well maybe you should!" said Jill. "You're going to need somebody to take care of you after I leave, and I don't think I'm going to let Bob do that. Not after what I just heard."

"I'm not some old woman who needs to be taken care of!"

It appeared there might be some screaming after all.

I held my hands up again.

"Calm down!" I yelled stridently. "Both of you!" I added, just to make sure nobody thought I was playing favorites. They both looked at me, and both of them looked a little offended that I'd call them out in their own house. "There is a solution to this issue, and we can find it if we just discuss things calmly and rationally."

"There's a solution, all right!" snorted Jill. "My mother can butt out and keep her hands off my man!"

I put a hard edge on my voice. "You show your mother some respect, young lady!" I snapped. I'd like to say it was part of my plan to show her the side of me she might not be enthusiastic about, but it wasn't. It was just the way I thought about things. "She's worried about your future, and that's a role a mother is supposed to play."

Jill stared at me for a couple of heartbeats and then, to my astonishment, she relaxed.

"Of course," she said sounding dignified. She glanced at Lynne. "Sorry. I shouldn't have yelled."

Lynne looked at me, her eyes narrowed. "Bob, I'd like to have this calm and rational discussion with Jill alone, if you don't mind."

I knew a dismissal when I heard it. "Sure," I said.

Then I got out of there while the getting was good.

I didn't see either of them until almost four in the afternoon. I was lying in the hammock, doing a crossword puzzle when their truck pulled into the driveway. Jill was driving. She parked and got out, seeming to wander over my way.

"Mom says I can't see you any more," she said bluntly. "Thanks to you, I might add."

"Me?"

"She pointed out that you said I should respect her wishes."

"Oh." I couldn't resist. "So what are you doing here now?"

She shrugged. "I told her to pound sand."

"What?" I almost groaned.

"I told her she was being unreasonable and that I loved you, and that you loved me, and that I'm eighteen and that if I wanted to see you I was going to."

"You told her I loved you?"

"Well that's what you said while you were making love to me," she said. Her voice started to rise. "Was that a lie?"

I had the chance to fall on my sword. It would have been the right thing to do, but it would have hurt her feelings. So I told the truth instead.

"No. I do love you."

"Ha!" she almost shouted.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"She told me men just say that to a woman so she'll have sex with them again. She said that's probably why you said it, and that you told her you were going to try to get me to break up with you."

Her use of the term "break up" sounded so high school that I cringed. She mistook that look for one of guilt.

"Is that why you told me you loved me like that?" she asked, her voice dangerous. "Did all that mean is that you like screwing me?"

I already knew Lynne was mad at me. The last thing I wanted was for all of the Simmons women to be mad at me. Not at the same time anyway. And yet, if Jill thought she wanted me, she WAS going to find out what she was getting.

"That's a more complicated question than you might think," I said. "Sit down and I'll try to answer it."

She didn't argue. She just sat down in one of the metal circa 1950 lawn chairs that was beside the hammock. She was still wearing that jeans skirt, and she didn't have on panties this time. She didn't exactly pull the skirt up, but she acted like she'd never had a single modesty lesson. I did my best to keep my eyes above her waist.

"I love you," I started out. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Now, the fact that I actually said it while we were having sex is probably no accident, but only because I didn't admit it to myself until then, and it just kind of came out."

She frowned and took a breath to say something, but I cut her off.

"Now what your mother was talking about is a little different. That really does happen. Guys know that those are powerful words, and some guys will use them to get something from a woman. So she wasn't just talking through her sleeve. But I'm not like that."

She relaxed a little, so I gave her the rest of it.

"Now, that said, you have to understand that I also love having sex with you. You're a delightful lover, and I'd have sex with you all day long, if I could, which I can't, and if there wasn't another problem."

"What problem?" she asked.

"One reason your mother doesn't approve of how you feel about me is because there really is a pretty big difference in our ages. You're young, and you've just discovered how much fun sex can be. You're going to college, and I'm staying here. You've never tried going without sex before. I have, and I can tell you it's not easy."

That wasn't actually true, technically speaking. After Vicky died, I sort of lost interest in sex. It stayed lost until a few years after I met Lynne and her daughter, but I figured maybe I should leave that part out.

"Now if you think of us as," I almost ground my teeth, but used her language, "going together and you're like most young women, you're going to believe you can stay faithful to me while we're apart. But your mother and I both know you're going to meet lots of handsome, interesting, very nice young men, at least one of whom is likely to get you all excited, at which point you'll feel what is now going to be a completely natural urge to have sex. And that's going to be hard on you because you have a boyfriend back home."

"You're not my boyfriend," she said instantly. "You're my man."

"Whatever," I said gently. "The point is that your mother doesn't want you to get your heart broken, and cheating on your man is a good way to put a crack in your heart. She feels you need to be able to explore all your options when you get to school, and not be worried about how that will affect things back home."

"And is that how you feel too?" Her eyes were clear.

"That's another complicated question," I admitted.

"I'm going to A&W Root Beer, to get supper," she said.

"You are?" I know I sounded puzzled, both by the abrupt change of subject, and the way she said it.

"That's where she thinks I am," she explained. "I have time for you to answer another complicated question. That's what I meant."

"Oh." I thought about how to answer her. Again, I could fall on my sword, but again, I was pretty sure she'd leave crying if I did.

"I have a mixture of feelings about that," I said. "Rationally, and based on my life experience, I agree with your mother." She slumped. "Emotionally, I don't."

She perked up. "What does that mean exactly?"

"It means I like loving you, and I love making love with you, and I wish to hell I was twenty years younger and that there was some way that it could possibly work out for us."

"Me too," she said, quite seriously. "I mean I understand that wish. I'm not stupid. I know how old you are. But I can't help how I feel about you, and I like feeling that way. I love how you look at me. I can see it in your eyes that you want me, and I love being wanted that way. By you, anyway."

"You have to go to college," I said, heading off a possible suggestion that she could just keep on keeping on like she had been the last few years, and skip college.

"I know that," she said. "I know how important that is. But that doesn't change the way I feel about you either."

"Sweetie," I pleaded. "It's too hard to leave your man at home for four years."

"I'll come back every summer," she whined.

I sat up in the hammock and faced her.

"Jill, I know this isn't what you want to hear, and I hate saying it, but I won't lie to you. I think your mother is probably right about this."

"You sure can kill a horny mood," she grumbled.

"You're supposed to be getting supper," I reminded her. "And don't run around behind your mother's back. If you're going to disobey her, just tell her that. You're a big girl now."

"I know," she said glumly. "Come over to the house in about forty-five minutes."

"Why?" I asked warily.

"Because I'm getting supper for you too, silly," she said. "I should be back by then."

She got up and, without another word, went back to the truck, started it up, and spun the tires leaving the yard.

I knew I was going to have to get along with Lynne, one way or the other, so I went over there before Jill got back. I walked in just like I had been doing for years. She was in the living room, watching the news.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Jill said I was invited to supper. She stopped by on the way to get it."

"I told her not to see you any more," she grumbled.

"She told me. Did you really think that would work?" I asked.

"No," she admitted.

"Then why did you say it? We need to try things that we think at least have a chance of working."

"Like just saying no?" she snorted.

"Technically, I haven't tried that yet," I said. "Technically it's still an option."

"And do you think that will really work?" she asked.

"I guess not," I admitted.

"Then we're right back to square one," she said.

"I AM trying to talk sense into her head," I said. "I've pointed out some of the problems. She agrees that there will be difficulties if we - and I can't believe I'm actually saying it this way - if we are a long-distance couple."

"She's got it bad for you," said Lynne, hitting the mute button on the remote control.

"I wish that didn't make me feel so good," I admitted.

"You've got it bad for her too, don't you," she said, looking right at me.

"Hey, cut me just a teensy bit of slack here, OK? It's been a long time since a cute young woman was interested in me," I said.

"And it's been a long time since you had someone to play with in bed too," she added.

"OK ... yes," I surrendered.

"I know how you feel," she said. I was astonished. She lifted a hand. "I let Dennis do some things, because I was so horny I thought I was going to explode. I felt bad, but there it was."

"I've been there," I said softly.

"Well, when it was all over I realized it was just sex. With him, anyway. He's a nice guy and all that, but I can't see him as a long-term partner. That's partly your fault, by the way."

"Really? Why?"

"Maybe there's a little bit of that crush I had on you hanging around or something," she said. "But what gets my goat is that I convinced myself that you were too old for ME, and then my DAUGHTER chased after you like a bitch in heat. There's irony in there somewhere, but it's being beaten bloody by jealousy at the moment."

"Wow," I said. "I didn't know you felt that way."

"I didn't either," she complained. "Until I found out my little girl was getting laid by the man I used to think about while I was ..." She blushed. "Never mind. That's more information than you need."

"Yeah," I said, resisting the urge to smile. The women in this family sure knew how to make a guy feel good.

We heard the truck then and Lynne got up to go get plates out and set the table. Jill came in with two bags of food and told me to go get the drinks, which were still in the truck. When I got back with them she frowned at me.

"How am I supposed to be honest with my mother if you sneak around and tell her everything I do first?"

"If you promise to be honest with her, I promise to stop ratting you out," I said solemnly.

There were actually twenty-five days left before Jill was supposed to check into the dormitory. Honesty between her and her mother made things less tense, even though that meant about every other day Jill said, "I'm going to go spend some time with Bob."

There was some real tenseness between Lynne and me as a result of Jill's decision not to go on the pill. She said that would make it too easy for her to stray while she was at college, and she didn't want to stray. It also meant that I was now responsible for birth control. It seemed like it had been light years since I even looked at condoms, much less bought and used one. They had the freaking things in colors and flavors these days, which made me want to laugh. My urge was to get one of the ones that had bumps and ridges on it, since I had some ideas of how that might make Jill sing, but I opted for plain old smooth latex. I did that on purpose, actually, because I knew there would be less sensation, which might make it less fun for her, which might cool her ardor a bit.

It backfired on me.

The first time we used one I had her roll it on me, both for fun and to make sure she knew how to properly apply one. I had thoughts that she would have some condoms with her at school, and when nature finally claimed her - and I was sure it would - at least there would be protection available to her that she knew how to use. After it was on I mounted her and slid in. Three or four minutes later, she asked if she could be on top. We changed positions and she went another couple of minutes before getting off of me.

"I don't like that thing," she said firmly.

"It's necessary," I said, feeling a sad little thrill that my plan to cool her ardor was working.

"Only to keep me from having a baby," she said, reaching for it. "Disease is not an issue here." The thing came off easily in her fingers.

"Pregnancy is a bad idea," I said as I realized she intended to finish what we had started ... bareback.

"Only if you don't want to have a baby," she groaned as she sank down on me. "Ohhhh that's so much better. I can feel you now."

"Do you want to have a baby?" I asked.

"Some day," she sighed, moving her hips forward and back. "Suck my nipples!"

"It's going to be some day soon if we do this without a rubber," I warned her.

"Fuck me, Bob," she ordered. "And shut up while you do it, please."

Of course I'm an old dog, and have already learned quite a few tricks. Jill didn't have a chance, not with my superior intelligence calling the shots.

I told her about other positions and, being an adventurous young woman, she was all for trying them. I managed to be behind her, doggy style, when my balls gave up and my prick spurted. It was child's play to jerk it out in plenty of time and lay white strips on her lower back.

She didn't know what to think about that, initially, but decided they were my sheets, which I was going to have to wash, so she just rolled over and pulled her knees up, saying she wanted to cum again. I ate her sweet pussy until she did, and then we cuddled for a while.

Two days later I didn't speed up when it was my turn to cum. I didn't really have to with Jill. Just the fact it was Jill was enough for me to bust a nut, just by thinking about it. I was on top of her again. She thought the other positions were fun, but she didn't cum as often when we were in any position that wasn't face to face. This time I laid the white strips on her belly. Her hand came up and rubbed through it as she said how hot it felt. She rubbed it up and over her breast to taste it.

Two more days later we went for another horse ride. It was a cloudy day, though, with rain threatening, so we didn't go far or fast. Walking the horses like that made it easy to talk, and we did that for half an hour.

Then she stopped and dismounted.

"I've been studying things on the web again," she said, looking up at me. "I want to try something."

I dismounted and she went down on her knees, which explained why she'd worn jeans instead of shorts or the denim skirt that seemed to be her favorite when she was feeling frisky. She fished out my little buddy and then unbuckled my pants and pushed them to my knees while she sucked him hard.

I then received the mother of all blow jobs. She had been studying, and it was obvious she had been studying porn flicks, because she looked like one as she worked on my prick. I watched in awe as she gripped my butt cheeks and tried to swallow my dick. She gagged, and pulled off to pant a bit.

"If they can do it, I can do it," she muttered, and went back to work.

By pure will power alone, she managed to figure out how to deep throat without choking. She must have spent half an hour sucking my cock that time. It was a beautiful gift, because she never exposed a centimeter of her skin, or asked for me to do anything at all, other than to stand there and let her play.

She had sucked my prick lots of times, but usually only until she got it rock hard. She had a clear preference for where she wanted said rock hard cock, and it had never been in her mouth. This time, though, at the end of that half hour of playing, she slurped at the tip and looked up at me.

"I want you to squirt in my mouth," she said.

Now I know how much guys like to talk about how great it is when their girl sucks and swallows. But the fact is, while what she was doing was fantastic, and while I appreciated it a great deal ... well ... I had my own clear preference for where I wanted my dick to be when it began spewing. And, like Jill had always chosen prior to this, that place was deep in her belly.

"I don't know if I can do that," I sighed.

"Why not?" she asked, jacking on my prick slowly.

"What you're doing feels wonderful, but I don't feel like squirting."

"Why not?" she asked again.

"If I were in your pussy, I'd feel like shooting," I said.

"Oh," she said. "What if I jacked you off?"

"You know you can make me shoot that way," I said, smiling.

"I've just never tasted you right from the source," she said. "My knees are starting to hurt, though, so if you're not close, we need to try something else."

"I have an idea," I said. "But you'll probably think I'm a weirdo if I tell you."

"No I won't." She sounded positive.

"Just keep doing what you're doing and answer all my questions 'yes' until I tell you we're done, OK?"

"Keep sucking you," she said. "And answer everything yes."

"Yeah," I said.

"OK." Her mouth opened and she deep throated me, pushing her nose firmly into my pubes.

"You're still not taking the pill, right?" I asked, watching her lips work around the shaft as she pulled back.

"Mmm hmm," she hummed.

"And if I were making love to you right now, and squirted in your pussy, you could get pregnant, right?"

"Mmm hmm."

"That makes me hot," I panted. "When I think about getting you pregnant, it really gets me going. Would you like me to get you pregnant?"


She stopped sliding her lips and her eyes looked up at mine. The pause extended for another second or two.

"Mmm hmm," she hummed, and started sucking again.

"Oh shit, Jill," I moaned. "Oh baby, that gets me so excited. Do you mean it? Would you still love me if I got you pregnant?"

This time she pulled her lips off my prick and jacked it fast. She looked at it, instead of at my face.

"Yes!" she panted.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna do it! Here it comes Honey."

She stared intently at the tip of my cock as it appeared and disappeared in her flashing fist. Then, as if she could tell what was happening inside my body, she leaned forward one last time and sealed her lips around the crown. She sucked, and I blew like Moby Dick. Her lips worked and her hands went to grip my hips, probably because I was weaving around. I had never cum in a woman's mouth before and the difference in feeling between that and what I was used to was amazing.

I decided that getting even a fantastic blow job left something to be desired, though, if you got it standing up, because you have to keep standing there, while your knees scream "Are you fucking crazy? Lie down, you idiot, and wiggle around on the ground. You know you want to!"

As it turned out, she agreed, because after she very clearly swallowed, and wiped her mouth with the back of one hand, she reached her hands up.

"Help me up. I think I might be crippled for life." She might have only weighed one-fifteen, but even supporting that much weight on her knees for half an hour or longer got to them.

"It's much stronger when it's concentrated like that," she said as she limped around, obviously trying to get feeling back into her legs.

"Thank you!" I gasped.

She turned to me and hugged me loosely.

"You're welcome," she said. "Though how any woman ever got the urge to do that - deep throat, I mean - is beyond me. My throat hurts a little bit."

"I'm sorry." I was serious too.

"Oh it was worth it. You should have seen the look on your face. I thought I was killing you."

"Not even," I said, kissing her nose. "But if I have to die, I want to do it that way."

"No you don't," she said. "You want to die making me pregnant." She kissed me hard on the lips. "You are a nasty man, Bob. You want to make poor little me all fat and ugly with a big belly."

"Not really," I sighed. "I mean sure, it's a very attractive fantasy, but this would be a terrible time for that to happen."

"True," she said, squeezing me. "Which is why I did what I did today, instead of what I would rather have done. Your fantasy and my body are on the same schedule, as it happens."

I smiled tiredly. "Well it's a good thing one of us has some self control."

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