Cookie's Third Day Of Leave

Mrs. Callahan was in the kitchen snapping green beans for that night's supper when she heard the high-pitch whine of a hovercraft off in the distance. As the noise got louder, she put the bowl down on the table to go into the living room to see who it might be. She knew that it would be one or more of James's friends, no one ever came out to visit with her or her husband. Standing in the frame of the opened wooden door, she watched through the closed screen door.

They were friends of James alright. Two young women, one of whom was the McAllister girl. Stepping out on the porch, she called out to the vehicle, "Hello, Janie! You two git on out and come inside. I'll go fetch James." She jerked her head towards the rear of the house, "He's out back."

"I can't Mrs. Callahan," Janie said as she opened the passenger door. There was a flash of long, pale legs cover with freckles. Her legs were naturally long, she was a fairly tall girl, but those tight white shorts that she was wearing made her legs look even longer. The older woman tried not to stare, but she had never seen a pair of shorts that, well, short. Or that tight. It was a wonder that she could even sit down in those things. "I just got off from work and Mary Alice was kind enough to give me a ride out here."

Mrs. Callahan did not know the other young woman, but she bent down low to peek inside the car from the porch and wave, "Hello, Mary Alice."

The other girl called a hello, m'am as Janie made her way up the steps. "I borrowed this from James yesterday and wanted to give it back to him," Janie held out a white, pressed handkerchief. "Would you see that he gets it?"

"You oughta see that he gets it yerself, " Mrs. Callahan made a counter-proposal. "Like I say, he's just around back."

Janie looked backed nervously at her friend at the controls. She could hardly ask her to wait while she went behind the house to talk to James, the other girl had done her a major favor just bringing her out there.

Mrs. Callahan interpreted what was going on and called out to Janie's friend. "Mary Alice, why don't you come on in and have a glass of iced tea with me?"

"I can't Mrs. Callahan," the driver replied with a worried look on her face. "I got a beauty shop appointment at three." She really felt like she was caught between a rock and a hard place. She and Janie were good friends, they even worked at the same grocery store. All morning long Janie had talked non-stop about this boy so she knew that she really wanted to see him, if only for a few minutes. "Maybe," she hesitated wanting to do the right thing, "If you're real quick about it..."

"Well, you know James could drive her back," Mrs. Callahan suggested. "Ain't like he's got something real important to do." James's mother was just old, not stupid. This McAllister girl didn't come all the way there to return no fool handkerchief. And she dang sure didn't put on those shorts for comfort.

"Unless you don't want to drive back alone?" the old woman added.

"Oh, no, M'am," Mary Alice replied. "I'll be fine. I think that's a right good idea. I'll see you at work tomorrow, Janie."

Mrs. Callahan stepped down off the porch and walked over to the idling hovercraft, "Why don't you come by sometime when you ain't in a rush? We can sit and talk for a spell."

Nodding her head, Mary Alice replied, "I might just do that, Mrs. Callahan. It was nice meeting you." Putting the craft in gear, she made a U-turn in the front yard, yelling out to Janie, "Have fun now, ya hear?"

Well, this was certainly going better than she hoped, Janie thought to herself, clutching that handkerchief between both hands.

"Go on around and see him," Mrs. Callahan told her. "I gotta git back to fixing supper."

Janie did exactly that. Watching her step carefully as all she had on her feet were a small pair of sandals and, of course, her legs were totally bare. She did want to encounter any prickly plant or a board with a rusty nail.

Her eyes squinted when she first rounded the corner of the house, for she did not see James so she was searching for him. Then she spied movement at on the side of the barn. Near the back. Or what was once a barn. Nowadays it was just a rotting collection of boards waiting to collapse. Despite this, James had a roller on a long pole and was painting the side of it. On his head were a set of earphones. Which was why he had not heard the hover-craft when it had pulled up. Tip-toeing towards him, partly still being careful, and partly trying to sneak up on him, she was disappointed when he looked her way.

The startled look on his face quickly turned into a broad grin. A grin that got even wider when he caught sight of how she was dressed. Or wasn't dressed, to be more precise. Laying down his roller and pole, and pulling off his headphones, he walked to meet her. "What are you doing out here?" he asked. But immediately he realized how that sounded so he amended it to, "I mean... I'm glad you're here. Real glad." He looked past her towards the front of the house but did not see her means of transportation so he figured it was parked directly in front of the house.

"I wanted to return this to you," Janie said, holding out the handkerchief. James felt a stirring in his loins when he saw that. The memory of how she happened to be possession of it came rushing to the front of his brain like a rocket ship with busted stabilizers. "Thanks, Janie," he said with a hoarse voice. Like she had earlier, he held it with both hands, staring down at it. The more blood that flowed to his groin region, the less blood was available for his brain. "But you might want to hold on to it for the next time you..."

His voice trailed off and he wished the ground would open up and swallow him. Janie could not help giggling at the expression on his face. And he was actually blushing. Stepping up close to him, she said in what she hoped was a sexy voice, "The next time I milk you?"

Then it was her turn to feel flustered. "I'm sorry," she waved her hand in the air as if to dismiss the idea. "It's just that we're standing out here by a barn and after what happened yesterday." She suddenly stopped talking, looked down at the ground, then back up at him to confess in a low whisper, "I thought about it all night last night."

"Me, too," he replied. His tongue felt so thick he could hardly speak. Glancing over at this house, and then at the barn, swallowing hard to try to moisten his mouth, he told her, "Maybe a milking wouldn't be such a bad idea." He reached down for her wrist, grabbing it, and bringing her hand over to rest on top of the bulge in his jeans.

Her first reaction was to snap her head around to look at his house, his mother's house, in panic. But she could feel the heat of him radiating through his denim pants and she squeezed into it. James briefly closed his eyes and sighed. Janie, on the other hand, let out a small "Oooo." For she actually felt that thing in his pants getting bigger. Gnawing on her lower lip for a brief moment, she said, also in a hoarse voice of arousal, "Let's go!"

As soon as the stepped into the darken barn, James grabbed her around the waist and pulled her towards him. Her lips parted in anticipation. His tongue immediately probed into her mouth, seeking out her tongue as they ground against each other. Eventually, he ended up with his thigh between her legs and she has hunching her hips, rubbing herself against him as she straddled him with her arms locked around his neck. He tried to open her blouse but she stopped him, their lips never breaking the kiss. But then, realizing what was about to happen, she felt that she was being silly.She unbuttoned her blouse herself.

"Wanna go up in the loft?" he panted when he finally came up for air. She nodded. The last thing she wanted was for either of his folks to catch them. They would think she was nothing but a floozy. As she accented the ladder, her hips swaying from side to side, knowing full well that he was staring at her perfectly outlined butt. She had put those pants on in the locker room at work when her shift ended to show off her ass and legs. She really was a floozy. Or at least she was acting like one. But she didn't care.

There was no hay in the loft, but there was a bare floor. Embracing her in a kiss again, James tried pushing her down and she followed his lead, allowing herself to be lowered to the wooden boards. He lay on top of her and the two wrestled for the next fifteen minutes or so, each becoming more and more excited. Her blouse was open and they had pushed her bra up onto her chest so he could suckle on them. When he reached between her well toned thighs, he found that the crotch of her shorts were wet. Literally. Not damp, but wet. As if she had peed on herself.

When he squeezed her pussy from the outside of her shorts, she opened her mouth and began to pant. James was practically attacking her exposed breasts, moving repeatedly back and forth between them. Licking and nibbling. Janie's hips began to rotate and her breathing raced. The more he squeezed and rubbed over her pussy, the wilder she became. Suddenly she arched her back and pushed up with her elbows, lifting her torso off the floor boards and her legs began shaking. When she opened her mouth wider and sucked in a big gulp of air, James quickly reached up to clasp his free hand over her mouth, his other hand was busy rubbing up and down on her crotch.

The scream that she let out was effectively muffled by his palm, and her hips bucked wildly, uncontrollably, as her orgasm washed over her.

When she returned to this galaxy, her body limp and her bare chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath, she look over at him with almost worshipful eyes. "Th-thank you," she gasped, "It's been so, so long...."

She tried to summon up enough energy to raise her head. As outside by the barn, he met her half way, lowering his head towards hers to kiss her.