City Girls

Johnny’s Mom had passed away several years before, from some form of cancer he still couldn’t pronounce. He was 17, and still living on the farm with his Dad. She had been a very beautiful woman, and he had the only picture of her still in the house in his room. His Dad wouldn’t have any others where he could see them.

His dad, Bill, was a computer tech, who worked on and off in the City for a big firm. He only had to go in when there was a hardware problem, which only happened a few times a year. He was in the City right now, leaving his son to take care of the animals before and after school. This time, it was taking over a week to fix the problem. Usually, his Dad was gone for just a few days at most.

Johnny was in the barn, having finished his chores. They were light today, being feeding the horses out in the corral and the chickens in the pen. He’d finished swamping out the stalls yesterday, and they were good for most of the rest of the week. He was up in the third loft with his girlie mags, pants down around his ankles and slowly stroking off when he heard his Dad’s truck pull into the driveway. The thing that got his attention was the sound of another car pulling in right behind it. Quickly, he did his pants back up and hurried out of the loft.

Coming outside into the bright sunlight made him squint, but he could tell that there were two lovely ladies in the yard with his Dad.

“Johnny, I want you to meet my new wife, Anne.” he said proudly, holding a woman’s hand. She was wearing a red sundress that showed her hour-glass figure off nicely. She was blonde, with full, generous lips and a bright, cheerful smile. Johnny smiled back at her.

Another girl got out of the car, scowling. She had black hair, cut quite short, and was wearing a black and burgundy dress, with a white blouse under it, and long black gloves that went up nearly to her elbows. She looked around at the farmyard, then up at the big white house, put her hands on her hips and looked at her mother.

“I hate it.” she said. “Everything is covered with dirt, there’s no neighbors, and no stores for miles. Can we go back now?”

“Rebecca, we talked about this in the car on the way here. We are staying at least a month to give it a real chance, remember?” said her mother.

“And I thought we had agreed that you would call me Infinity.” the daughter pouted. “You already broke your promise, so we can leave right now.”

“Now look here, little lady, I thought WE had agreed that you were going to give this an honest chance.” said Bill, Johnny’s Dad. “Doesn’t sound to me like you’re livin’ up to you’re end of the bargain.” He turned to Johnny and gestured for him to come forward. “Now, this here’s my son Johnny. He’s just under a year older than you, so I expect you two will find somethin’ in common to talk about.” He grinned at the woman who’s hand he was holding. “Me and you’re maw are going inside to do some celebratin’.”

“Hi.” Johnny said, stepping forward. “I think you said you prefer to be called “Infinity?”

She looked coldly at him. “You needn’t bother. I won’t be staying long.”

“W’all, what’re you gonna do, sit in your car for the whole month?” Johnny grinned at her. “How’s about you let me show you around for a bit? It’s right purty this time of year. We could go for a drive in my truck, or ride one of the hosses?”

“No, I don’t think so.” she said primly.

“Rebecca, he is trying to be friendly.” her mother said. “The least you could do is accept his offer of hospitality.” The coldness in her voice was a sharp contrast to the sweetness it had had for his father when she spoke to him. The was some iron in this lady, Johnny noted with approval.

“Mother, if you will call me “Infinity” from now on, I will do my best to `get along` here.” said the girl. “Starting now.”

“Fine.” said the blonde woman. “Infinity, Johnny has invited you to tour the farm with him. I suggest you take him up on that offer.” With that, she offered her arm to her new husband and smiled up at him. “Will you show me into the house?” she asked.

“With great pleasure, milady.” Bill said gallantly, and led her towards the house.

“Come on, Infinity. Do you want to go in the truck, or should I saddle us up some horses?”

“Well, I’m not really dressed for riding. “ she said. “Why don’t we just take the truck for today?”

“Fine.” agreed Johnny. It’s out behind the barn.” He led her across the yard, away from the house.

“It stinks here.” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I can smell poop everywhere.”

“Well, you’ll get used to it in a day or two.” he said. “I don’t even smell it anymore.”

“That’s really sad.” she said. “To be surrounded by shit, and to not even notice.”

Johnny looked askance at her, unused to hearing cusswords from ladies. She laughed at his expression.

“You look like you never heard the word shit before.” she giggled.

“Oh, I’ve heard it.” he replied. “I’ve even said it. I’m just not used to hearing it out of such a pretty girl before.”

She stared at him, hostile. “You.” she said, “are not allowed to think I am pretty. We do not know each other that well yet.”

“Well, I’m allowed to have my opinions.” he said. “But I’ll keep them to myself if you’d prefer.”

“That would be perfect.” she said, then stopped in her tracks. “That’s your truck?” she asked, her mouth agape.

The vehicle in question was huge, sitting on tires taller than she was. The floorboard was higher than her head, and the whole thing was shiny black, and spotless. It was easily the cleanest thing on the farm. Chrome glittered in the sunlight.

“Sure.” he said. “Beauty, ain’t she?”

“Oh my god, how am I supposed to get into it?” she breathed. I can’t even reach that high.”

“Here, this will help.” he said, getting a ladder off the wall of the nearby barn. She hadn’t even noticed it there. He unfolded it and set it up next to his truck. “I’ll just hold it steady for you as you go up.”

She was a little intimidated by the size of the thing, but she was determined to not show him her fear, and went right over to the ladder. As she climbed it, it wobbled a little, and Johnny reached up and put his hand on her ass to steady her.

“Easy, now, don’t rush it, just take your time.” he said, noting how firm her ass was under his hand. She glared at him and opened the door of the truck, then put her foot over, onto the running board and heaved herself in. As she did, her dress flared out a little, and he caught a glimpse of her white panties clearly outlining her camel toe. He didn’t say anything about it, but the image was burned into his mind. She had nice, trim legs too, he noticed.

She pulled her dress in around her and shut the door as he went around to the driver’s side after putting the ladder back. In no time at all, he had hopped up beside her and started it up with a roar.

Inside the house, Bill heard Johnny’s truck start and grinned at his new bride.

“Well, Anne, they’ll be gone for an hour or more.” he said, taking her in his arms. “Looks like we have the house to ourselves for a bit.”

“Bill, This is a beautiful house!” she exclaimed. “You must take me on the grand tour.”

“Well, okay.” he grudgingly assented. “This is the living room.” He led her over to a door and through it.

“This is the kitchen.”

“Bill, it’s lovely!” she exclaimed. “So full of light, and so spacious!” She went over to the island in the middle and ran her hand over the marble counter top. “I’ve always wanted on of these!”

“Anne, those kids will be back before we know it.” Bill said.