Chapter 1

WAKING UP to make love to a girlfriend or two was almost commonplace for Dennis now. But waking up to make love to Amy Unger was still a brand new experience. He was sure she must be getting sore by now; they’d made love so many times in the past two nights. He cradled her in his arms and kissed her over and over again.

“I have to get going,” he said at last. “I should be able to get Mr. Abernathy’s field mowed by noon or one o’clock. Then I need to mow the cross country course. And you’ve got volleyball practice before dinner today. Three-thirty? If we do this any more, you won’t be able to move for practice.”

“Oh, Dennis, you make me feel so good. I want to do this all the time,” Amy said. “Of course, I heard the same thing from Natalie and Brenda and Judith and Tori. Don’t worry, though. We’ll share and try not to use you all up.” They giggled and Dennis swatted her bottom lightly as she ran across the hall to get a shower. He dressed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Before long, Amy, Dot, and Peg were all sitting to eat and leave for work. “I promised Gransy I’d help do a complete deep cleaning of the house this week so it’s all fresh before school starts. Mom and Dad are coming to dinner on Sunday and Gransy doesn’t want to give them any excuse to change our arrangement.”

“Well, dear, come by whenever you can. You know our house is always open to you,” Dot said.

“Sister!” Peg shouted. Everyone headed off, Dennis walking across town to Mr. Abernathy’s farm.

Mr. Abernathy’s equipment mostly looked familiar from his work with Randy Brown, but there were a few different pieces. He’d deal with them later. The mower was identical to the one he’d used and he quickly had it hooked up to the tractor. He rechecked all the connections and started the tractor.

Mr. Abernathy was standing in the door of the equipment barn and motioned him down, so Dennis shut things off and joined the old farmer.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Dennis, but I talked to Randy after church yesterday and we agreed that it doesn’t hurt to have a second check on equipment. I see you got it hooked in properly. You know how to raise and lower the blades?” he asked as he checked things over.

“Yes, sir. I think I’ve got it set at the same height for hay as we used on Mr. Brown’s field. I’d like to set it two notches lower when I mow the cross country course,” he said.

“You can do that. Everything here looks fine. I want you to be sure to tell me if there is any of the equipment you don’t quite get. Some of it is a little different.”

“I’ve not worked with a baler that’s rigged like yours. Is this a conveyor belt?” Dennis asked.

“Yes. Farm help is rare these days. Used to be able to hire half a dozen boys to walk along behind the baler and load the wagon. This arrangement lets two people bale and load at the same time. Instead of dropping the bales on the ground, you tow the wagon along behind and the conveyor drops the bales on the wagon. That way, one person can drive the tractor and the other can stack the bales as they arrive on the wagon.”

“I’m pretty sure I can get a helper for when I’m ready to bale,” Dennis said. “I’ll ask you to check out the connections before we start.”

“Good lad. I’ll let you get to it now.” Mr. Abernathy retreated and Dennis again mounted the tractor and started it up. He drove into the field and set the mower, then began the slow process of cutting the thick hay. Mr. Abernathy had not taken an early cutting, so it was thicker and more tangled than what he’d cut at the Browns’ farm. About once every fifteen minutes, he had to shut down and clear the buildup from the mower blades. The job was going to take longer than he initially estimated.

He was only about two-thirds done with the field by noon and when he approached the turn at the far end, he saw a lovely apparition waving to him. He shut down and walked over to where Natalie was waiting with a picnic spread out on the mown hay.

“Putting a blanket over this cut grass is almost like making a bed!” she exclaimed. “Want to come to bed with me?”

“Oh, yes, lover. I’m afraid we’re in for a quickie, though. This is taking much longer than I planned. With luck, I’ll be done about the time you start volleyball practice this afternoon. Then I still need to mow the cross country course. That should go a little faster, though.” He sat down on the blanket with Natalie and she gave him a sandwich and bottle of water.

“Lana told me that before you go back to work, I have to coat all your exposed skin with sunblock,” Natalie giggled. “So, if you expose it, I’m going to stroke it.”

“Um ... Don’t think that’s what Lana and I did,” Dennis stumbled. “I mean, my chest and legs, sure. But nothing else was exposed.” As he finished, Natalie pulled her T-shirt off and bared her breasts.

“Nothing else exposed?” she teased.

“Um ... Well ... I mean, Lana likes to wear her bikini top and that exposes quite a lot.”

“Built like she is, it really exposes a lot.” Natalie kissed Dennis and he held her as he caressed her breasts. He was shortly out of his shirt and shorts. Natalie shimmied out of her shorts and panties as Dennis put a condom on. She pushed him back and straddled him in one of their favorite positions. “There. Now that is no longer exposed. But I still need to work on the rest of you.” She squirted sunblock into her hands and started massaging Dennis’s chest and arms as she rocked back and forth on his cock.

“I love you, Natalie.”

“Did you love making love to Amy?” she asked. “Don’t bother answering. Of course you did. I love making love to Amy. Why wouldn’t you? I just wanted to be there, too. I’m not jealous, but I was a little envious of the time she got to spend with you. Do you really love me, too?”

“Natalie, the sun rises and sets in your eyes. I would give up all the other girls to be with you.”

“Shh! Don’t say that. You’d hurt them terribly. We might quibble a little about who has the next turn being with you, but we aren’t going to fight over you and we aren’t going to try to get you exclusively. You love them all, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, I do. But you know you are my Number One.”

“It’s a position I cherish. But it comes with great responsibility, too. I need to be sure each girlfriend is cared for and loved at the level she wants and needs. When you aren’t available to do the loving, then the other girls have to take over. We never let a girl go unloved who wants to be with someone.”

“You are all remarkable women,” he said. “Oh, Natalie. That is so ... I’m not going to last ... I love you so much!” She’d been rhythmically squeezing him as they talked and he finally reached the point of no return, spewing into the condom. Nat rolled off and disposed of the condom. She pushed him over and rubbed sunblock into his shoulders and back, then into his butt and legs.

“Now get dressed and get back to work,” Natalie said, slapping his bottom lightly.

“But you didn’t ... I should...”

“Hush. It’s never something you do because you should. This time happened to be a time that I just wanted to love you and let you know how much we love you. You have to go to work now. I have a date with Tori,” she giggled. Dennis pulled his clothes together, amazed at how much he loved his women. He kissed Nat one more time and headed to the tractor as she pulled her shorts and T-shirt on. Dennis didn’t bother with his shirt for the afternoon.

He was done with the mowing before he knew it and had an hour before he could join his volleyball girlfriends for the walk home, dinner, and the return to the course for warmups. He stretched his legs and back muscles and looked at the track, wondering how it really was to run on. The packed sawdust had looked good when he drove the tractor over it to get to the second stretch of grass. But he felt good and thought a run before the end of volleyball practice might be just right for him.

He took his place at the starting line, gave himself a one-two-three-go, and took off running.

The first section of the course was down the track where the football players were about finished with their practice. This section opened onto the parking lot and out to the county road for a hundred meters before he cut back up along the access lane next to Abernathy’s hay field. They’d rolled the ground after seeding and the track felt good and comfortable. At the end of the hay field, he cut left around the big meadow before he hit the wooded section next to the river. It felt good to run on the packed woodchips. He was feeling good, so he stretched out and ran harder out toward the road, around the cemetery, across the big meadow behind the school, and he ran hard onto the track around the football field to the finish line. He raised his arms in the air in exuberance, simply because it felt so good to really stretch out and run. He walked around the track and did some stretching before meeting his girlfriends coming out of the gym after volleyball.

“It will be brutal,” Roberta said. “It’s run run run like basketball, except you can only run ten to fifteen feet. I think I’d rather run the full length of the court.”