Chapter 3: Bartlett Farms

Five days after finishing the second apartment, Renee and I start work on the third of the five that need a repaint this summer; well, painting along with our other activities. The days in-between go better this time, and I keep my sex drive in check. I jack off a few times, sure, but overall, my mind is occupied with other things.

The day starts with some good loud fucking on the pile of painter’s sheets before we spread them around to cover the floor. Without the need to be so quiet in this building, we blast music as we work.

Bill texts shortly before noon and brings us pizza from the Depot. Again, he tells us how nice everything looks and how happy he is that we work well together. Shortly after arriving, he had to leave to settle another matter at the office. I don’t think that man ever has a chance to sit down and relax.

Like the other day, Renee snuck in a six-pack of cold beer for us to enjoy with our pizza. Pizza and beer, what a wonderful combination. For dessert, we pile up painter’s sheets into a make-shift bed for another great round of screwing. Between all this awesome sex, free pizza, and beer, I have to admit I’m feeling guilty about actually being paid to help Renee paint.

By the end of the day, we both stink of sex and sweat. Renee pulls out a duffle bag she brought containing towels, soap, and shampoo. “I’m gonna take a bubble bath. Do you wanna join me?”

“Sure! Sounds great.”

I uncover the masking from the air-conditioning vents to help cool down the apartment while Renee draws the bath. After stripping down, she pulls a small cordless electric shaver from her duffle to trim the edges of her pubic hair. I like how she takes care of herself and keeps it looking nice.

Sitting on the toilet, she says, “Get in your birthday suit, Sport, and come over here.” Without giving it a second thought, I pull my shirt over my head, drop my shorts, fling off my underwear, and walk over to stand naked in front of her. Looking me over from head to toe, her gaze settles at what I’m presenting directly in front of her face. “Do you want me to trim you up a little bit? Do a little man-scaping?”

“Huh?”

“Your pubic hair. I can give it a little trim and clean it up if you want.”

“Uhh...” I shrug. “Whatever you think would look best.”

Renee ponders this for a moment, running her fingers through my curly patch. “Your pubes come in nice and full, and I love how they’re so soft and fluffy. I hate the idea of shaving too much off, they look really good on you ... I like ‘em, anyway...” Mesmerized for a minute and lost in her thoughts, she slowly combs her fingers through, playing in my private little hairy area. Reaching her verdict, she tells me, “I think just a little clean-up around the edges should do it.”

“Okay, go for it.”

Guiding the shaver across the top edge, she trims it straight. Next, she touches up each side where my legs meet my body, making sure to be extra careful near my balls. This regional attention down there is making my penis start to grow.

“There you go. Look in the mirror and see what you think,” she says, patting my semi-boner.

Stepping in front of the sink, I look at the reflection and admire my first pubic haircut. She did a nice job shaping it into a clean triangle. “It looks perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

As she sits down in the tub, I realize that I need to take a leak. “Damn, I should have peed before you got in.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, Sport!” Renee laughs. “Just do it! It’s not like I’ve never seen anyone pee before.”

It’s incredibly awkward to urinate with someone watching. Sitting in the tub right next to the toilet Renee has a front-row seat for the big event. She giggles at me standing here ... waiting ... and waiting ... waiting for what seems like a mini-eternity. I look up at the ceiling and try to think about the things I need to do later this afternoon, anything to occupy my mind so my piss will start.

At last we hear the splashing sounds of my stream hitting the water in the toilet - Ahh, there we go. Glancing over, I notice she’s watching very intently and enjoying how I shoot my clear yellow. Once getting over the being-watched jitters, I slightly turn towards the tub to give a better view. Her interest in how I pee is kinky in its own right.

When my flow diminishes to its last dribbles, I jiggle my penis to fling off the last drops.

“I like seeing how you do that,” she tells me with a smile.

“What? Going pee?” I ask.

“Yeah, that’s cool too, but I really like how you touch yourself ... wiggle it ... pull on it, that kinda stuff.”

Gripping myself, I jokingly give an exaggerated show of stroking and flopping it around. Laughing at my clowning, she pulls at my leg to join her in the tub. Stepping in, I tell her, “It’s even better when you do those things to it.”

“Well, you’re in luck, Sport, because I completely agree!” she says reaching up and grabbing my dangler for a few tugs of her own.

We have a good time soaping each other up and I make sure to do a really extra-good job scrubbing all of her girl bits. She makes sure that every square inch of my body, especially my boy parts, are extra-clean. This lengthy lathering between my legs is giving me another stiffy.

I lean back at one end of the tub so Renee can sit between my legs and lie her back against me. “I’m glad you’re helping me with all of this painting. Thank you so much, Kyle.”

“Absolutely! I really do enjoy being with you, and it’s not just because of the ... you know ... fun we have.”

Renee laughs and admits, “I kinda lied earlier, I’ve never actually seen a guy pee before, you’re my first.”

“Well, it’s good you told me now, or I would’ve never been able to go.”

“Can I ... watch you again sometime?” she asks with a hopeful smirk.

“Sure, any time,” I answer with a smirk of my own.

“My kinky guy.” She giggles, and wiggles her hand behind herself to fiddle with my cock.

With a sigh, she changes the subject. “You do know I’ll be leaving in a few weeks to go back to school, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I figured that was coming eventually.”

“On the bright side, we still have two more apartments, and I saved the best for last.”

“What’s up with the last one?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, it’s a surprise.”

Two days later I get a text from Renee first thing in the morning, “Hey Sport! What-cha doin’?”

“Nothing. Why?” I text back.

“Wanna go for a drive with me out to Bartlett Farms?”

“Sure!”

“Cool! Pick you up in half an hour.”

Up and out of bed, I jump in the shower. I’m happy she texted and wants to spend time with me today.

Being that Mom and Dad have already left for work, I better let sleeping Luke know I’m heading out of the house too. I poke my head into his room, “Hey, Luke ... Luke!”

“What?” he moans, irritated I woke him. “Can’t you see I’m sleeping?”

“I’m going with Renee from work to help her with something, I’ll be back later.”

“Yeah, yeah ... bye,” he mumbles, quickly falling back to sleep.

On our way out of town, Renee explains, “Bartlett Farms is the vegetable supplier Pizza Depot buys all its fresh produce from. We ran out of onions and their delivery truck broke down, so it’ll be a few days before they can ship more.”

“Why not just get more at the grocery store?” I ask.

“We could, but it would cost three times as much, and, as you know, we go through a lot of onions.”

“Makes sense.”

“Plus, it’s a beautiful day for a road trip,” she says with a smile, “I don’t mind the drive.”

“How far is it?”

“A little more than an hour away. I thought you might like to come along and keep me company.”

“Fine with me, I had no plans today.”

Clear of town, and out in the country, there’s not as much traffic on the road. Renee and I talk about all kinds of things. “What high school did you go to?” I ask.

“Maplewood, same as you. I graduated three years ago.”

“So, you graduated the year before I started?”

“Yeah. I liked going there and had a lot of fun on the track team. Are you on any teams?”

“Nah.” I shrug. “I never really got into school sports much. I sort of like running, though.”

“You should try out for the track team, I’ll bet you would do good.”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of a home-body.”

“You need to get out of your shell and try some new things, Sport.”

“I know, I tell myself that all the time...” Looking out the window at the passing fields, I tell her, “You’ve really been helping me come out of my shell.”

“And try some new things?” she adds with a laugh.

“Yeah, something like that.”

With a mischievous sexy grin, Renee looks down at my lap. Nonchalantly she slips her finger in and pulls out the elastic waistband of my blue gym shorts for a peek inside. “And how’s Little Kyle doing today?”

Looking down at my cock relaxing in there, “Oh, he’s just fine.”

She reaches inside to take Little Kyle into her hand to play with him. I’ve never experienced anything so sexual in a car before, especially a moving car. As much as I’m loving this attention, I sure hope Renee is keeping her eye on the road.

This feels so cool, I feel so cool, I’m getting hard, and at this incredibly wrong time, her damn phone rings from an incoming call! There goes her hand (out of my pants) to answer it. Well, fuck!

It’s Benny calling from the restaurant to tell her about some problem with the balance numbers. He also wants her to pick up some green peppers while we’re at Bartlett’s. Thanks, Benny! That sure as hell killed the mood. Renee finishes the call, notices me sulking, and laughs.

“What? It’s not funny,” I pout. “Now I’m all fuckin’ horny.”

“Aww, poor Kyle,” she teases.

Folding my arms, I look away so she doesn’t see me smirking. I might as well milk this for what I can. She started it by playing in my pants, after all.

“Uh, oh, someone’s not happy. Do you want me to make your pee-pee cum?” she continues to tease in a baby-talk manner. “Will that make you feel better?”

Trying not to laugh, I play along and mumble, “Yes,” like a sulking child.

It’s all in fun and I don’t expect anything more to happen, but Renee surprises me by suddenly turning onto a dirt road that runs between cornfields. As we travel a good distance from the main road, I look over at her. “We really don’t have to ... I was just ... just kidding around, you know...”

“It’s okay,” she says, pulling over to stop while flashing me a devious grin, “we’ve got time for a little fun.” This back-country road looks like it’s only traveled once a week (at most), and the only thing around us is endless fields of corn. And beyond that, more corn.

Quickly unbuckling her seatbelt, Renee turns and helps me pull my shorts down letting them fall at my ankles. “Oops,” she says with a snicker, “looks like someone went soft on me. I better take care of that.” She plays and pulls until I’m nice and hard again. Her hands on me like this feel amazing. Leaning in to kiss my cheek, she whispers, “Have you ever had anyone jack you off before?”

“No.” I nervously laugh. “That’s something I ... I’ve always taken care of myself.”

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll make you cum.”

I trust she will. Keeping my arms out of her way, I sit on my hands to let her handle all the touching. Laying my head back on the seat, I hum, “Mmmm ... this feels so different than when I do it...”

“Different in a good way?”

“Oh, yeah! But, what ... uhh ... what happens when I shoot it?” What I meant to say was, what should we do when I cum? I don’t want to get it all over.

“What do mean, what happens? It comes out of your little hole right here,” she says with a laugh tapping her finger on the tip of my penis. Renee knows what I’m trying to ask, but is being a cute smart-ass and having fun with me.

“I don’t want to ... you know ... get it all over the seat and everything.”

“I know, Sport, I’m just messin’ with you.” She reaches to the backseat, pulls out a wad of fast-food napkins, and holds them up.

“Ah, okay.” I nod.

“What’s your favorite way to do yourself? Do you go long and slow like this...” she demonstrates by pulling her gripped hand from the base all the way up to my glans, stopping for a second to squeeze, then gradually pushing it back down again and stretching my shaft-skin extra tight in the process. “Or, do you like to do it really fast?” she speeds up to give my cock a super-intense, hyper-yanking that has my lower body jiggling.

I’ve never had such an open conversation with anyone about how I like to masturbate, but I answer honestly. “All of it is great! Sometimes I go slow and it feels good and other times I go fast.” Busy hands jacking my hard-on is always nice, and all the better when they aren’t mine!

Renee has fun stoking me all these different ways even coming up with some new techniques, new for me anyway. One I really like is when she sandwiches me between both palms and rubs them back and forth, rolling me in between. I close my eyes. “Mmmm ... this feels so good.”

She gives plenty of long deliberately slow pulls followed by blasts of wicked-fast jerking. She’s really getting into this! At times her pumping hand is moving so fast, it’s a blur! I’m amazed at her strong grip from such a petite girl, she’s really squeezing it tight.