Chapter 39

THE REST OF THE WEEK went by without a repeat of Lana’s adventure. Dennis wore a pair of Speedos under his shorts and put sunscreen on his own legs. Lana was in jeans and a T-shirt the next day. By Wednesday afternoon, all the girlfriends had arrived and Lana pulled a trailer as the girls lifted straw bales onto the wagon and stacked them. It might not have been quite as fast as when there were eight men working on stacking bales, but with twelve young women, the difference was primarily in experience, not in ability. The straw bales were enough lighter than hay that they could handle the bales and if necessary, put two girls on lifting a bale at once.

Thursday morning, Dennis finished the baling and joined the crew in getting the bales picked up and stacked. There were several appreciative girlfriends who whistled and catcalled him in his speedos and work boots. Nonetheless, by Friday night, they were all exhausted but they’d stacked a bit more than 16,000 bales of straw. Trucks with forklifts had arrived and emptied the staging area almost as quickly as they brought wagonloads in.

“Where does it all go?” Rosie asked as she watched a load disappear down the road.

“They’re headed for Boone where it’s loaded directly onto railroad cars to ship east. Dad made a deal with Home Depot to supply garden straw and they want it in the stores before people start putting their gardens to bed in the fall.”

“They pay enough to have it shipped?” Amy asked.

“Small square bales go for about $180 a ton. We loaded close to 250 tons.”

“No wonder my arms are sore!” Leanne complained.

“It’s good for them,” Dennis said. “We all needed some good strenuous exercise before sports workouts begin in less than a month.”

“Speaking of which, what’s the status of the cross country trail?” Brenda asked.

“They got a deal with a specialty lumber mill down in Dogpatch that had a few tons of extra sawdust and chips. Sometime next week, they’re delivering a couple truckloads to the parts of the trail that are uneven dirt. We’ll probably need to go out and make sure it’s raked smooth. Then we’ll roll it with the roller we used when we smoothed the section we replanted. That will compact the chips with a little rain and it will make a pretty good running surface. Then the only thing left before the season starts is to mow again with the big mower and bring Debbie’s dad’s lawn tractor to mow the grass sections to one-inch length. From that point on, the only maintenance expected this season is to mow before each meet,” Dennis said.

“Wow! The work never ends, does it?”

“It’s Friday night,” Dennis said. “I’d like to take all my girlfriends to County Seat for burgers at the Smashburger. That is if a couple of them would do the driving.”

“Woohoo! Our boyfriend is taking us out!” Natalie yelled. They left the fields and headed to town, not caring that they were sweaty and dirty from a hard day of labor.

The next week, Dennis got another new experience as Randy showed him how to disk and prepare the wheat field for reseeding. All the stubble had to be cut into the soil, then they would plant red clover as a cover. By the end of October, Randy planned to disk the clover into the ground and reseed with winter wheat. Dennis didn’t think he’d be much use to Randy by that time with school and sports in full swing.

He got the field all seeded and on Friday, Brenda and Natalie took him to the hospital for his checkup.

“Dennis, I hope you’re happy with the results of your surgery,” Dr. Sachs said after the eye exam.

“Doctor, I can’t even begin to describe how happy I am. All I ever wanted in my entire life was to be able to see clearly. There is so much color and detail that I’ve been missing through the years. I can’t believe how much I was missing. And I have the most beautiful girlfriends in the world. I try to tell them every day.”

“I can’t disagree with you there. So, here’s the prognosis. In general, you have normal eyesight. We talked a bit about the lack of extreme peripheral vision, but you’ve lived with that all your life. Your eyes are shifting focus from near to far to near without difficulty. I have prescribed lenses for you that you should use when driving. You might find them helpful when you are at outdoor sporting events like football, as well. If you have any difficulty seeing the board in school, just slip them on. You’ve got a small amount of color vision deficiency, primarily in the area of pastels of green and red. Under normal circumstances, that shouldn’t even be noticed.”

“I can drive?” Dennis asked excitedly.

“Well, you need to learn to drive, but you can pass the vision test with no difficulty.”

“Nat, I want to get my permit! Brenda, can you take me to the license branch?”

“Of course, sweetheart. The sky’s the limit now.”

“That’s really true,” Dr. Sachs affirmed. “I’d like you to continue the use of protective goggles when you are working outside. We still want to be a little protective of your eyes until we’re sure they are fully healed and not at risk of infection. I’d like to tell everyone to wear goggles when they are in dust situations, but I can’t even get myself to follow that advice. So, stick with it until I see you in four weeks and you’ll be in the clear.”

“Thank you, Doctor Sachs. Thank you for everything.”

“And thank you for the lovely plaque and letter,” Brenda said. “We’ve talked to our acting principal and she has designated a location for it near the office. We appreciate your contribution.”

“You’re welcome. All of you. Now, Dennis, if I were you, I would take these lovely young women someplace where I could spend an hour or two just staring at them.” He laughed and they all left to return home.

“You’re not going back to the farm today,” Brenda said when they were in the car.

“I’m not?”

“Nope. We’re taking you home where Natalie and I have first dibs at making love to you. I’d guess that during the night, all your girlfriends are going to want some special private time with you, even if they aren’t having sex with you,” Brenda said. “I just hope we still have enough condoms!”

There were plenty of condoms, though they tried valiantly to reduce the number. By the time Brenda and Natalie were finished, Daniella and Roberta were ready. Pleasing the twins was always a joy to Dennis. They were so similar in some ways and so different in others. All the girls had arrived at the house before dinner and had brought food for a splendid meal.

Peg loved all Dennis’s girlfriends—her sisters—and did her best to keep them all playing games until it was story time and bedtime. They watched a movie as they shifted around so each got a chance to be near her boyfriend for a little cuddling and kissing. Eventually, Dot went to bed and the teens spread out their sleeping bags. There simply wasn’t room for them all in Dennis’s bedroom, so they occupied the living room.

It was still hot, even at night when the temperatures were in the seventies. Dennis wore a pair of sleep shorts. Most of the girls were in their thin T-shirts and panties. None wore bras under their shirts and a few were noticeably lacking panties, too.

Dennis just wanted to look at them, still amazed at how beautiful they all looked now that he had clear vision. It wasn’t only their tits and asses he wanted to look at, though each girl made sure he saw plenty of that. He looked at each girl’s face and into her eyes. He tenderly kissed each of them, including Tori, Debbie, and Lana.

When things had finally settled down for the night and people were going to sleep, it was Tori’s naked body pressed against Dennis.

“You know what?” she whispered.

“No. What?”

“I think I’m an exhibitionist.”

“Why do you think that—other than that you are running around naked in a group of thirteen people?”

“That’s part of it. But when we make love, which we haven’t done nearly enough yet, I like to be in the middle of the group. Not like performing on stage, but knowing that our girlfriends can see us. That they can see me rolling a condom on your cock. That they can see as you slowly part the curtains of my sex and slide into my hot pussy. I like them to see when I come, stimulated by the rubbing of your cock against my clit and when you come, they know your cock is pumping inside me, brought to your climax by my fucking you. That’s what I like.” And as she described her passion, she fulfilled it, getting a condom on him and riding until both had come.

In the aftermath, half a dozen hands reached out to touch them and Dennis knew Tori had indeed exhibited their lovemaking.

The following week was another long and strenuous one as Dennis mowed and raked hay. The hot muggy days of August were just around the corner and that would spell the end of his summer job and the beginning of fall sports and school. Dennis enjoyed the hard work and felt he was in the best physical condition of his life. But he was really going to miss seeing Lana nearly every day. It wasn’t like they made out each day. In fact, those days were quite rare. But she always had a sunny disposition and a bright word for him. He supposed he would see her at school and during practices, but they wouldn’t have any classes together. And Lana had decided to try out for volleyball. Coach Fisher had been pretty definite about wanting to handle conditioning her athletes herself.

In the evenings, Dennis and Brenda met to study together, and had nearly completed the eight-week course on athletic fitness training. They often had some time after studying to enjoy each other’s bodies and Brenda often stayed over. Brenda and Lana weren’t the only girlfriends Dennis saw, though. Natalie was often over, sometimes to join Brenda and sometimes just to hang out. Tori showed up at least one night a week, much to everyone’s surprise that her parents would let her spend a night with her boyfriend. They seemed to have no problem with it and often another girlfriend would spend the night with Tori at her house. Dennis thought it a little odd that he had not been invited to spend the night at any of his girlfriends’ houses. He hardly had time to complain about it, though.