Chapter 2: Olivia

A few days later I was invited up to the bus for dinner again.

“I know about you and Irene.” Max told me quietly. “Look, I don’t blame you. She’s an amazing woman, and all’s fair in love and war.”

He was pretending he didn’t mind, but I knew he really did. I felt slightly bad.

Irene didn’t come down to the house after that. I spied on the women in the mornings through my telescope as they practiced their yoga. One time, Max came and took Irene’s face in his hands. I saw her reach under his voluminous white outfit, and pull out his monster cock. She sucked him there in the morning sunlight, in my upper meadow, her head moving forward and back. Then he took her hand and led her back to the bus.

I had no right to be jealous; but emotion knows nothing of right or wrong. Olivia sat in the meadow alone, seemingly at peace. I had a job so I had to go.

My heart was on fire; I was in love with the old hippie with the kind eyes and merciless vagina. I knew it was dumb, and tried to get past it. I considered internet dating.

A couple of days later, Irene and Oliva came down together; they asked to borrow my van to go shopping. When they came back, Olivia told me the tomatoes they’d planted were ripe.

“Why don’t you come up and pick some?” she asked me it her sweet soft voice, “They’re so nice and tasty.”

So was she.

In the field, I talked with the young sweetheart; she didn’t seem twenty-seven, I still thought she was more like a teenager. Full of life and joy at simple things, laughing at a butterfly and remarking on a bird. We sat between the vines and talked for a while.

“Irene and Max are all uptight with each other.” Olivia said, “I hate it when they argue.”

“Did either of them tell you what it’s about?” I asked.

“You of course, sleeping with Irene.” She said. “Max pretends he’s so cool, but really he’s jealous and insecure. Supposedly they have an open relationship, but really he’s afraid Irene will leave him. I guess we’ll be heading back to the city soon. I don’t want to go back yet, it’s so pretty here.”

“It’s not as nice in winter.” I pointed out.

“That’s true, but it’s only July. We have corn coming, and peppers.”

“I could pick some and mail it to you.” I offered.

She laughed brightly at the silly idea.

That evening I saw her coming down to the house. I was a bit surprised.

“Irene sent me down with some lasagna for you.” She said. “Better eat it right away while it’s hot.”

We sat in the evening gloom. Olivia didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get back. I wondered if Irene had sent more than food.

“Irene told me you said she could stay if she wanted.” Olivia said.

“That’s right, I did.” I admitted. “She shot me down, she said she still loves Max.”

“They have something very special.” Olivia said, “But I think it’s time for me to move on. You know I moved out of my parent’s house straight in with them. I don’t really know what to do.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Stay here.” She said softly.

The bomb finally landed.

“You mean, here with me?”

“Well, I don’t know, maybe, just for a little while.” She said, looking away.

She was blushing deeply.

“Jeez Olivia. We haven’t even...”

“I’ve never been with anyone except Max.” she said.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

I stepped closer. “Did Irene tell you to?”

“She suggested it.” Olivia admitted.

My mind was spinning and my mouth watering. Irene had sent her young girlfriend to me.

Olivia was a few years older than me, although she seemed younger. She was sort of childish, although I suspected that was a bit artificial.

Irene had checked me out first, made sure I was a decent person. She loved Olivia, but she knew it was time the young woman to move on.

I couldn’t have Irene. And even if I could, she was 20 years older than I was.

I probably couldn’t have Olivia either, but it was worth a try. Maybe Irene and Max had taught her, maybe she’d control my balls like Irene did...

I looked into her eyes, standing close. She looked terrified, and I guess I was too.

Slowly, trying not to scare her away, I reached out my hand and touched her cheek, stroking her.

Her smile wasn’t the full delightful one I knew she had available, but it was a smile. She didn’t pull away.

I moved in, closer. “Well all right.” I said, and kissed her.

That move was a big one for me. I’d always been timid when it came to love, afraid of rejection. The confidence to take this sexy young woman into my arms was a new power, and Irene had given it to me.

This was what all four of us needed.

Olivia was short and wide hipped, with big full breasts, a round firm ass, wonderfully curved waist, and just a tiny bulge of babyfat in her belly. She didn’t have a face that would look very good in a photo, but in real life the sparkle in her eyes and her quick easy laughter made her a very sexy woman.

“Listen, I have to tell you something.” She said in a rare moment of seriousness. “Right now, I really think I want to. But maybe I’ll change my mind in a few minutes, and run back to Max.”

“That happened before?” I asked.

“Yes.” She admitted. “I like to play, but when it gets serious, you know, then I’m afraid. I don’t want to disappoint you, I just have to do what I feel, and that could change.”

“I like you.” I told her softly, “I like to talk to you and to touch you too, and if you feel the need to stop at any point I won’t be sorry for anything.”

I pulled her into the house and shut the door. We went into the bedroom and undressed, both of us hesitant.

It seemed wrong, artificial, a setup. We went ahead anyway.

When my shirt came off, her eyes went up and down and she smiled in approval.

“Well that’s not small.” She said when she saw my penis.

“Did Irene say it was?” I asked.

“Well, she said you were smaller than Max.” Olivia admitted.

I’d seen her body before; now though, in the privacy of my bedroom, she was far more exciting.

Her huge tits stood high on her small frame, big nipples and all. Her frizzy hair fell around her, making her head look oversized like the child she pretended to be sometimes. Her hesitant smile, excitement mixed with fear, seemed to mirror my own feelings perfectly.

She pushed her panties down her sold ass, down her short sturdy legs. She had a fuzzy auburn bush.

We stood there for a long minute; naked, facing each other. My cock lifted, and her smile widened.

I lifted my arm, holding out my hand to her. She hesitated for a few seconds, then put her small hand on my large one. Then our other hands joined too, and we slowly came together. Inch by thrilling inch, the gap between us was reduced, until her whopper tits touched my chest.

They hung wide, low, and full. Genuine, yet too big for her small body. I realized her wide shoulders were strengthened by the effort of carrying them.

Her face looked up at me, her eyes sparkled, her mouth was waiting.

We kissed, naked. Her skin was smooth and warm, her hands curious and bold, her breasts overwhelming.

We kissed, moving slowly now that we were both naked, and knowing where we were headed. It was good then, it was real. This saucy young woman and I were making love, and it didn’t matter how or why.

She held my cock as she stepped backwards and then sat on the bed. She grinned at me, her teeth were slightly crooked, but strong and white. Her frizzy auburn hair framed her face. She had a mole on her upper lip.

I looked at Olivia, and I found her breathtakingly beautiful. I’m not a spiritual type of guy, but she had spirit. It beamed out through her eyes like sunlight leaking through chinks in a curtain. Her smile, her gentle touch, and her dramatic curvy sexuality.

I got into bed alongside her, rubbing my face over her magnificence, touching her, fondling her, kissing her everywhere as she giggled happily.

That smile of hers; it was more sexy than her whopper tits. Olivia was just happy. Happy with my touch, my kisses. My stiff cock.

She broke away, sliding back, and sat up, her tits swinging into their new position.

“Wait.” She gasped.

I waited.

She stared at me intently, naked, afraid.

“I’m afraid too.” I said.

“Really? Of what?” she asked.

“Everything; whether you’ll accept me, whether I can satisfy you, afraid of rejection and more afraid of what will happen if we end up together. You’re really beautiful, Olivia. You might break my heart.”

She smiled again, and it warmed me like spring sunshine. “You’re beautiful too.” She said; “Maybe that’s what scares me most. You’re young and strong, you have a life here, a home and everything. You’re like mister perfect.”

I laughed at that.

“I’m serious!” she insisted, “I’ve been living with an old man, why? To avoid commitment. And now here we are, naked in your bed in your house. My body is screaming for you, I want you to make love with me and at the same time I’m afraid of love.”