1. The Hayloft


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Dancewithme, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    and your friends usually sit at, and introduce me to your friends, and they all say little things like, “If you all don’t take to Suzy Jo, you can take me any time, honey,” and I find them all so happy for you, knowing somehow that there was just about no chance that would happen! I begin to walk with a bit of a hop in my step. First time that ever happened. We start to walk away, almost aimlessly, when I suddenly ask with my newly gained confidence if you would like to walk in the moonlight. You say in a voice so sweet it melts me, “Why I would love to handsome!” You grab your sweater, and as I take you by the hand, we step outside to an unpaved path. It runs up to a recently harvested field with a lonely barn in it. Big rolls of wheat are spread out in the field, waiting for the next morning’s job of loading them up on hay wagons. “I can feel the sweat already,” I tell you, as you see me looking at them instead of you. But I am drawn back to you as we stroll down the path, when you say that you were just imagining how hard the work must be. I ask if you have ever lived on a farm and you tell me you did as a kid, but a twister ended all of that. Your head drops, and I feel badly that I brought it up, yet a few hugs and glances at the harvest moon with my arms around you from behind, and I am becoming yours very quickly. I am endeared to you now, in a different way than most men are with women in the beginning. I was shy with girls, and yet you are being sweet to me, and ...
    somehow telling me it is okay if I am rushing things when I kiss you and hold you. Oh I like you! Everyone, including your friends, has left for home, I guess. You take my hand and look right at me and say, “Please look at me,” so sweetly, I just have to. You are such a dream. If you were the ugly duckling, I would fall for you using that approach. But together with your beauty, you have me. I know you have me, for good. Illuminated by the moonlit night, I look down at your eyes. They are light brown-hazel, and you really do have the prettiest face of any girl who has ever spoken this way to me. “Is this your first time at the dance?” you ask, knowing I have come many times and had my eye on you. I never asked myself if you might have noticed me. Innocence is funny like that. “Well, it is the first time in months anyway, that I have come here with a purpose and followed through with it,” smiling I am so proud of myself. “Oh, okay! Then you are not the complete rookie I thought you were…!” you answer coyly. “Darlin’,” I reply, “I’m afraid I am. But I did come back this week, determined to do whatever it took to meet you.” “Oh, Will!” you say in the moonlight, tears now welling up in your eyes, “Why, that’s why I came too, and even got nervy and went and got the drinks this week, instead of one of my friends.” Then you kiss me again with a passion I have never felt in any woman’s lips and arms, and I respond with the biggest, hottest kiss I think I have ever given any woman myself. ...
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