I took my time and studied the list, and it took me a moment because it looked like everything was there. Then I saw where Mr. Pearson had made his mistake and broke out laughing. I looked up, and he had dropped his head, while Mrs. Pearson looked to the ceiling and rolled her eyes. She had numbered the list. I looked down and saw items five and six, five pounds of sugar, and five pounds of all-purpose flour.
“Say it isn’t so,” I said.
“Yep, twenty-five pounds of sugar and thirty pounds of flour,” she said as I almost fell out of my chair.
Zoe snatched the list out of my hand, and then she saw why I was almost ready to die from laughing so hard.
“You would have been proud of me. When you’ve been married as long as we have, you have to pick your battles. I just accepted it and put the list in my pocket. Isaac came back, plopped down bags full of sugar and flour, and then headed back to the truck. He announced he had one more trip to get the rest of the groceries. I looked at the list, and the last item was a bottle of Coke. I’d told him I didn’t want one of those big two-liter bottles because I didn’t want the carbonation to go flat. Instead, I asked him to get a six-pack. I knew he was about to bring in forty-two bottles of Coke, so I cleared a space on the kitchen table.”
I couldn’t talk, I was laughing so hard. Heck, I almost couldn’t sit in the chair! I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes.
Finally, I managed to get myself together, but even then, every few seconds, I had to stifle a giggle. God, it felt so good to laugh like that.
Mr. Pearson rubbed his forehead.
“Hey, I figured out I’d messed up, but by then the checkout girl was ringing it up, and a line had started behind me,” Mr. Pearson confessed. “Plus, I had to get to the Bauers’ farm.”
“I think he did it so he’d never have to go to the grocery store again.”
I had to agree.
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After dinner, we played Monopoly, with me chortling occasionally and Mr. Pearson giving me dirty, martyred looks. It had been years since I’d played a board game with my family. I think it was something you stopped doing when you reached a certain age. I’d forgotten how fun and cutthroat the game could be. Zoe was a little shark, and I played the part of a wounded seal she devoured after we were the last two standing. In the end, she sat licking her chops, savoring her victory, and I was checking myself for blood.
After I helped her put the game away, she told her mom that we were going for a car ride. Her mom reminded her it was a school night, and we had to be back at a reasonable time. When she got into the car, she directed me to the abandoned farm down the road. We parked behind the machine shed.
“How is Pam going to take care of a baby and go to school?” Zoe asked.
“We agreed that I would have custody,” I said.
Zoe tilted her head as she thought about my answer and then nodded as if what I said made perfect sense to her.
“I still don’t know how you’ll do it, but it makes more sense for you to have the baby.”
I was curious as to why she would say that. Most people, I realized, would have thought Pam would be the logical choice to have primary care, and I expected Zoe to be among them. I had the impression that she planned to be a farm wife and raise a large family. I couldn’t imagine any scenario in which she would ever give up custody if she were a mother.
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
Zoe bit her lower lip and weighed her response. Zoe wasn’t the type to speak ill of other people, something I liked about her.
“Even with everything you do, I can’t see you turning your back on your responsibility. And I think you’ll make a fun dad. I also know that your family will help you,” she said.
The obligations that came with a child had me more than a little worried. I knew what the possible consequences might be from having unprotected sex, and I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. Zoe was right, in that I would step up and be the best dad I could be. I owed my parents a huge chunk of gratitude for their offer to shoulder the responsibility until I graduated from college.
Deep in thought, I stared off into the dark as I considered my future when Zoe leaned over and kissed my neck. I turned to her, and she captured my lips.
“Can we get into the back seat?” she suggested.
As an answer, I jumped out of the car and got into the back seat in record time. Zoe wasn’t far behind me. As soon as she got in, she started to take off her clothes. I got the idea and was quickly in the process of joining her. One problem with sex in a car was it was a pain in the butt to get undressed in a back seat when you’re six-four. But if you’re a determined teen about to have sex, you figure it out. I had my jeans and underwear down around my ankles when Zoe decided she’d been waiting long enough and kissed me.
What had my full attention was she had a death-grip on Mr. Happy as she stuck her tongue down my throat. Her firm breasts pressed into me, and I became a more active participant as I reached for her. Zoe pushed me back and looked me in the eyes.
“Can we try something I liked?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“Could we try to sixty-nine?”
Zoe had me lay down and straddled my head. This wasn’t easy on a back seat, but we managed. I took in a deep breath and enjoyed the smell of her arousal. I exhaled and then used the flat of my tongue to lick the length of her sex. She rewarded my efforts with her warm, wet mouth engulfing the first three inches of my member. Only a short time ago, Zoe had been a virgin, and we hadn’t had sex since then. I was happily surprised she would want to take charge like this.
I took my time to work to bring up her arousal. Zoe had smooth, tight lips that would open when she was ready. I used the tip of my tongue to pry those lips apart so I could get in deeper and encourage her passion.
While I did that, she gave me probably the worst blowjob I’d ever had. Zoe had taken the first few inches of my member into her mouth and then acted like it was a lollypop. This reminded me of the time Tracy had challenged me that she could make me climax simply by putting Mr. Happy in her mouth. She had won that challenge, and I had a feeling that Zoe might eventually get me off as well. For now, I ignored that and focused on making her get her cookie.
I worked to bring her off, and could tell I would soon reach my goal when she began to make grunting noises. I knew she was close when she abandoned all pretenses of giving me head and began to grind against my tongue. Then she came for me. I kept up the tongue action, but she pulled away. I wiggled out from under her and finally got my pants off, then found a condom and put it on. Zoe’s butt was pointed at me, so I covered her body and wedged my member between her thighs.
She arched her back, which caused her butt to rise up. I found her entrance and began to sink in. I remembered how tight she’d been the first time we had sex, and with her legs together, I had to work to get all the way in. When I finally felt myself become fully encased, I had to stop for fear of shooting off too soon. I was in teen boy heaven as the walls of her tunnel seemed to throb to the beat of her heart. If I’d gone bareback, I would have lost it.
When I felt my urge subside, I began to pump in and out of my hot farm girl. There’s just something about a girl who rides horses regularly; they have muscular thighs from gripping the sides of the horse and wonderfully firm butts. Zoe was no exception. Unlike her oral performance, she seemed to take to sex as she began to push back to meet my thrusts. Every time our hips came together, we made a smacking sound. Her velvet vise became too much for me, and I felt the pressure as I reached the edge.
“Here it comes,” I announced.
Our hips flew together, and it sounded like I was spanking her behind. I felt the walls of her tunnel grip me even tighter, and I lost it. I slammed home so I could feel every inch of myself encased in pure bliss. Zoe reached between her legs and stimulated her button. As my orgasm subsided, she brought herself off. If I hadn’t already climaxed, I would have been there again as her tunnel rhythmically gripped and released Mr. Happy.