Earl 'Red' Farmer

"Hey, Red, I brought you a lemonade. Awful hot still," Carrie said sweetly. Earl Farmer, who everyone just called 'Red' because of his bright red hair, wiped the sweat off his pale forehead and smiled. He was a car mechanic at the dealership where Carrie worked in finance.

"Thanks pretty lady," he said bashfully.

"Aww, you really think I'm pretty?" Carrie asked. Red nodded vigorously.

"Well, I'm single now, Red. So if you asked me out, I wouldn't say no." Red's eyes bugged out.

"Well, I have to be home right after work and do my chores before Mama gets home," he said, suddenly very shy.

"Well, I can come help, and get to know you better."

***

Red lived in the trailer park with his mother, Tammy Jo. He'd dropped out of high school at 16. He didn't like school, frankly, and he wanted to make more money to help support the family, as Tammy was unmarried. The doublewide stank of cat piss and stale cigarettes. Carrie helped Red with the dishes.

"Where's your mom, Red?"

"Oh, it's bingo night ... she won't be back til later."

"Well, you want to have some fun?"

"What kind of fun?" Carrie trailed her finger along Red's chest and smiled coquettishly.

"The us kind."

***

You were right. Red was hung like a horse. Over ten inches of prime fuckmeat with a thick forest of red hair at the base. Carrie looked at it, her pussy hungry.

"You can suck it, pretty lady. But I'm still a virgin. Mama said don't let any hussies take my sweetness away." Carrie frowned.

"I'm no hussy, but okay, Red." She settled for a blowjob, her lips sliding up and down the thick shaft, sucking hungrily for what felt like an hour, until she was finally awarded his potent seed. Red was a bit of a dullard, but sweet natured and hung like Carrie needed. She could choose worse, she thought. She should really get out of there before Tammy returned, but maybe just a short nap ...