“Chad! Are you in here?”

They had both heard his dad calling his name.  His voice was hoarse as he answered and said he would be right down.  He had rolled off of Tory quickly and she went down the ladder first.  He remembered hearing her laugh and telling his father Chad had just shown her Buttercups new kittens.  He heard his dad telling her Grace needed some help in the kitchen and she took off running.  He had hopped the last few steps to the ground and found his father looking at him.  He hadn't noticed the bits of hay clinging to Tory, or to himself.  He also had been unaware that his arousal had been obvious to his father.  But his dad had said nothing about it, and told him something or other, that needed to be done.

He laughed ruefully to himself.  He had gone off unaware of the axe about to fall on his head.  His dad had waited until Tory’s parents took her back home the following evening.  He had then told him to come outside he needed to show him something.  His dad had waited until they out by the barns about a quarter mile from the house.  His dad was a laid back kind of guy and not given to violence.  So he was surprised when his dad shoved him back against the barn wall. The air had whooshed out of his chest and he had heard his dad yelling at him over a roaring in his ears.

Even now, he couldn’t remember the exact words, but the jist of it was clear.  His dad had seen his arousal, and the hay covering them both. The words jailbait and break your mother’s heart, had sunk in.  He remembered his dad talking about the shame they would all face if Tory got pregnant.  His face had flushed in embarrassment.  But before he could stammer a word for reply, his dad cut him off.  He told him that he would be going away to school, instead of going to Purdue as planned.  And he told him that he didn’t want Chad around Tory until she was at least eighteen. At that point, he would wash his hands of it.  He had turned and left Chad alone.

He had been stunned. He was hurt, angry and confused. But he also knew he had no recourse at that point.  He couldn’t go to college on his own, at least not right away.  He had considered saying to hell with his dad, and going into town and finding Tory.  But common sense had prevailed.  She probably didn’t know his feelings for her had changed.  She probably saw him as a brother, and anything else would shock her, possibly even worse.  So, he had let his dad arrange things and he had headed off to California for college a few weeks later. 

He had received letters from home regularly, but he was surprised that he never got even one from Tory.  He had been preparing to come home the summer Tory graduated high school, but he had received a letter from his mother telling him Tory was seriously dating a young man.  She even enclosed a picture of the two of them from her senior prom.  He had changed his mind and gone off on his own to Europe.  He had taken his camera, and things had worked unbelievably well.  He had been in the right place at the right time, capturing some pictures of a disaster.  His photos were of people struggling to survive and cope and they had been snapped up by one local newspaper and from there all the international wire services.  One of his photos were of two small children, covered in dirt, holding hands, and walking through the rubble.  He had won the Pulitzer Prize for it, and he was only 22 years old.  His success from that point on had been phenomenal.  He had quit school and begun photographing people, places, events full time.

He had paid twice for his parents to take a vacation and visit him, but he had decided not to return home.  He had always listened to hear about Tory, but never heard about any men in her life.  When his father had been killed suddenly in the freak-lightening storm, he had spoken to his mother for some time, before deciding to come home.  He hadn't said anything beyond coming for the funeral, and staying a few days.  But in the back of his mind, he knew he wanted to see Tory, and then he would decide what came next in his life.  His father’s death had made him acknowledge that life was too short to put off things, especially happiness.

Seeing Tory again, thoughts and feelings had rushed together.  He was attracted to her the second he saw her pull into the lot. And when she had gotten out and started walking towards him, it had only intensified.  For a few seconds, when he watched and she didn’t acknowledge him, he had been hurt.  But he had remembered how she hated to wear her glasses as a kid, so he called out his favorite name for her.  Having her fall into his arms, literally, had been a heady experience.  And then, talking with her, even just walking quietly, as they strolled through the town, he knew he still cared for her. 

He stood and stretched and went inside to come clean about everything with Tory.  He was going to ‘let the chips fall where they may.’  If she told him to go to hell, then all right, but he wasn’t wasting one more day, not knowing.  He found her curled up on the sofa, staring out the front window. There was a cool breeze coming through the front door and the open windows.  He walked over and sat next to her on the sofa.  He waited until she turned her face to look at him.  He was surprised to see the tears on her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he asked her softly, wanting to comfort her instinctively.

“I think I’m crying for lost time, or mistakes, or maybe choices not taken.  I don’t really know, I guess.”

Chad nodded. “I need to tell you something, Tory.  The reason I went away to school was because my dad said he’d beat me to within an inch of my life if I came near you again before you were eighteen.”  He heard her gasp of surprise and saw the doubt on her face. “Hey, I know it doesn’t sound like him either.  Do you remember the day I showed you Buttercup’s kittens and we got to rolling around in the hay?”

Tory nodded. “You overpowered me and probably would have done me some bodily harm if your dad hadn't yelled at us.”

Chad shook his head. “You were too young to notice, but my dad did. All that wiggling around up there got me aroused.  After you left the barn, my dad noticed.  He didn’t say anything until your folks had taken you back home.  I planned to come home the summer you graduated, but mom wrote and told me you dating some guy seriously and your folks thought an engagement was imminent.  There was no way in hell I could stand around and watch some other guy touch you, kiss you.  So I went to Europe and then everything changed for me after that.  I did wonder why you never wrote to me, even once.”

Tory turned away from him; her throat was choked with tears.  “I called to get your address so I could write, and your dad told me that you didn’t want any letters from home.  It would make you homesick and you needed to concentrate on your studies.” She rubbed her cheeks with her fingers, smearing her makeup with the tears. “I never dated anyone seriously.”

Chad felt the need to argue.  He didn’t want to admit their unhappiness had been a serious of miscommunication and his dad’s interference. “I saw the picture of you two together, at your prom.”

Tory turned to look at him and he saw the surprise on her face. “That was Hal, my best friend Jenny’s older brother.  I wasn’t going to the prom, and she wanted me to double date with her.  So I went with her brother.  He was on the football team at Purdue and he thought he was hot stuff.  But, God, he was so stupid. If it hadn't been for Jenny, well, I had a rotten time.  After that, we went to a couple of movies and picnics that summer, but it was always with Jenny and her boyfriend.”

“What about college? Surely you dated then.”

Tory turned away and looked at the window.  “No. I knew how I felt, by that time. I think I always knew, I just never admitted it to myself, even secretly.  Anyway, my senior year, Jenny got married, to the same guy in high school, and it was after the reception…” she looked down at her fingers.  “I drank too much, on purpose, I think, and let Hal take me to bed.”

She felt Chad stiffen beside her.  It sounded so cold and heartless, telling it now.  “I was tired of being the only virgin on campus, practically.  And Hal was making it no secret that he was attracted to me.” Tory stopped abruptly and looked up at Chad. “The truth was that if I couldn’t have you…  I was tired of waiting.  Everyone thought I was some kind of freak, or even gay.”  She took a deep breath and looked back to the window. “It was awful, with Hal. I figured if that is what I was missing, then I wasn’t missing anything after all.  I went out every now and then since, but nothing serious.”

Chad sat in the darkening room, trying to absorb Tory’s words of confession.  He hadn't been celibate and had had a few more women than Tory had had men.  But he never dated anyone seriously, and never a word about commitment.  He realized that he couldn’t commit to a woman because in his heart and soul, he had committed himself to Tory almost from the first day he met her.  He put his hand over Tory’s where it rested on her thigh.  His fingers lightly caressed hers, as they lay beneath his. Neither spoke for some time.

Finally, Chad cleared his throat. “So, what’s your opinion after last night?  Do you think you might be missing something after all?”

A tiny laughing snort of surprise escaped her lips.  “I would have to say, after careful consideration, that I have been missing something.  But I don’t think I’d find it with Hal, even if I tried.”

Tory shrieked as Chad jerked her around and into his arms. “Like hell I’d let you try!”  His mouth covered hers and kissed her thoroughly, until she was breathless and clinging to his shoulders. He lifted his mouth and looked into her eyes.  “Come to bed with me, Tory.  It’s been too long.”

Tory stood and held her hand out to Chad.  She turned and led the way down the short hallway and back into his bedroom.  It was dark and she pulled the covers down. He watched as she slowly unfastened her dress and removed it. He groaned when he saw that beneath it she had been wearing the most delectable little rose colored platform bra and matching high cut panties.  Tory blushed when she heard him groan, but he didn’t give her anytime to wonder why.  He moved forward and took her into his arms.  He held her gently, not moving at first.

Chad savored the feel of just having her close to him, and the sweet sensations of having her pressed against him so intimately.  He was surprised when he felt her hands wiggling between their bodies.  He eased her back and immediately her fingers were unbuckling his best and sliding his zipper down.  Her eagerness pleased him and surprised him as he watched her pushing his trousers down his body.  He kicked his feet free and his shoes off.  He felt her fingers at his shirt buttons and undoing them quickly.  His breath left his lungs in a whoosh as he felt her palms caressing his chest while pushing his shirt open and back off his shoulders.

They faced each other in just their underwear. Tory looked at Chad seeing his taut muscular body, tanned and fit. She flushed knowing she was not as fit as Chad.  She looked up into his eyes and he misread her hesitation.

“It’s okay honey.  We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Tory felt a tear run down her cheek. “I want you, Chad. I’m just seeing how amazing you look and well, you did force me to eat that ice cream sundae.”

Chad laughed and pulled her into his arms. “God, woman!”  His hands moved over her body slowly. He caressed her shoulders and down her back.  He cupped his hands around her bottom and pressed her close so she couldn’t mistake his feelings for her. When he heard her soft sigh and he eased her away once again.  He held her eyes as he reached behind her and unsnapped the bra she was wearing. It loosened, but didn’t fall away at first.  He took her hands, pulling them away from her body.  As her upper arms lifted, the bra slid down her body and caught at her elbows. Chad released her hands and the bra fell to the floor.

Tory wasn’t aware she was holding her breath as Chad’s eyes moved over her body.  She felt every curve and wished she had a slim, perfect body. But as Chad’s hands lifted and cupped her breasts, she sighed feeling his warmth. He slid one hand down her softly rounded tummy, caressing her gently. His fingers slid under the band of her panties and moved down into the soft curls. As his fingers slipped over her soft folds, her wetness easing his passage, her knees buckled.  Chad caught her and eased them both back onto the bed.

Tory closed her eyes, breathing in deeply, wanting to relax but too nervous to manage it. She didn’t see Chad slip his shorts off but did feel move close and press his heat against the side of her body.  Her breathing quickened when he tugged her panties down and off her legs.  She opened her eyes when she didn’t feel his hands.  She saw Chad was watching her, smiling.

“We have all the time in the world, Tory.  I’m not going to rush you and if you want to stop, just say so.  I’ve waited a lifetime for you, and I can wait a little longer.”

Tory felt all the tension leave her body at his tender words of reassurance.  She nodded slowly.  Chad asked her to move on the bed and he propped her head and shoulders up with all the pillows so she could look down her body.  She blushed brightly, embarrassed.  His words, the look on his face and the touch of his hands quickly reassured her once again though. Chad lay down at her side and began to lightly caress and explore her body.  He spoke to her softly.

“Tory, you are so beautiful.”  He cupped her breast and massaged it firmly. He paused and used his fingers to circle her nipple and then lightly pull on it.  His hand moved to other breast, and treated it to the same erotic excitement.  His hand caressed her soft tummy in circles, working his way down to her womanly mound.  Her fiery curls greeted him.  Chad shifted on the bed and came to his knees. His hands spread her thighs and he moved between them.  He lifted her thighs to drape over his, caressing her rounded thighs as he did so. His hands moved towards her mound but her hands stopped him suddenly.

Chad looked up and saw she was looking at his body, which was lit by the dim light coming from the bathroom.  He realized she was seeing his ‘smoothness’ for the first time.  He waited, wondering what she would think.  He was surprised when she squirmed around until she was sitting upright, thighs spread, in front of him.  Her eyes were glued to his hairless groin.  Her hands reached towards him, but stopped abruptly.

Tory looked up into Chad’s face. “You shave?”

Chad smiled and nodded. “Yeah, for a long time now.  I started in high school, on the swim team, the whole body.  And in college, the guys on the team shaved everywhere we small town boys didn’t think of.”

Tory smiled slowly, her eyes going back to his hard manhood and smooth sac. She took a deep breath. “May I touch you?”

Chad groaned. “You don’t need to ask, sweetheart.”  But his words were choked at the end as her hands caressed his smooth lower abdomen and slid down quickly.  When her soft hands curled around his manhood, his breath caught in his chest. He looked down and saw her hands gently exploring his flesh. She moved one hand down and cupped his sac.  Her hand was tentative as she moved it over the wrinkled but hairless skin.  After several agonizing minutes of her exploration, she looked up into Chad’s eyes.

“I like this.  The no hair, I mean.”  She stammered, feeling inexperienced and unsure.

Chad had to swallow hard to be able to answer her. “Honey, you are driving me crazy.”  He reached down and gently moved her hands to rest on his thighs.  He took a deep breath.  “You have a pretty bush, but if you are wondering if I’d like you ‘smooth’ too, the answer is yes.  But it has to be your choice.  I wouldn’t expect you to do it.”

Tory nodded slowly, not sure what she should do.  “I would like it I think, but I’m not sure I could do it by myself, the first time.”

Chad grinned, surprised at the quickening he felt at her words.  “I’d be mighty happy to take care of that little chore for you little lady.”

Tory blushed but laughed at his joke.  Sometimes it seemed as if they had never been apart.  “I’d like that, kind sir, but I do hope ya’ll have patience with my ignorance.”

Chad paused, sensing the seriousness under her lighthearted tone. He moved off the bed. “Ma’am, a gentleman would never rush a lady, if you get my drift, and he is always grateful, even to just glimpse the turn of a lady’s ankle.”  He turned and went into the bathroom.  Tory listened to him opening drawers, a thud, and a curse, followed by water running and then he was back.  He grinned at Tory, and turned on the lights.

“Need good lighting for this part, honey,” he explained, and then positioned her on the bed to accommodate himself and his supplies.  He pulled a chair to the edge of the bed and had her scoot till her bottom was at the edge and her legs draped over the chair arms. He made sure her bottom was still on the towel he placed for her.  She adjusted the pillows so she could watch, and then he began.

He paused for a few seconds, just gazing into her eyes.  He moved one hand to hover above her pubic area for a second and then he rubbed it over her curls. He combed his fingers through it, remarking on its lush softness and how pretty it was.  He also commented that while he was sure she was a redhead, after this it might be harder to prove.  He watched until his meaning dawned on her face and a blushed covered her cheeks. He then picked up his scissors and began snipping the hair off. He clipped and snipped until it was about one half to three quarters of an inch long. He picked something up and she didn’t see at first what it was.  He flicked a switch and moved his hand.  She saw he had a black clippers.  When he laid the clippers down on her lower belly, he paused letting the vibrations sink through her body to her spine and lighting her nerve endings with fire. He moved the clippers down and the tone changed as it met her pubic curls.  But it mowed the short hairs off relentlessly until he had left a clipped path that was about one eighth an inch long in its wake.  He had her lay back down, since she had lifted her upper body to watch him.  he proceeded to mow the rest of the lush hair off.

He turned the clippers off and used his fingers to begin brushing the tiny hairs off her skin. It was hard to decide which was more erotic:  the feel of the clippers and their vibration as they mowed her hair off, or the sensual feel of his fingertips brushing over the super short ends of the clipped hair. His fingernails and the pads of his fingers ruffled the ends and she shivered at the sensual and erotic feeling it gave her.  But a moment later she gasped as she felt him press a warm washrag against her shorn mound and lips.  He only held it there for a short time and then he was smoothing on a thin layer of shaving crème, almost like it was icing and she was the cake.

She held her breath as she watched him take the first stroke of the razor.  The sound was raspy, and seemed loud in the silence of the room. But it was quickly followed by another stroke and another raspy sound.  Tory closed her eyes and leaned back and just let the sensations wash over her.  She felt Chad’s gentle fingers on her most intimate parts.  She trusted him totally, not to ever hurt her, on purpose.  He knew her better than anyone, even her family.  She had shared her secret dreams, hopes and fears with him as she grew up.  And even though it had been more than ten years, she knew he was still the same person he had always been.

With her eyes closed, her breathing slowed.  Tory became aware of the gentle caress of the night air across her naked flesh. She could feel her nipples were tight and hard and poking straight up.  She could feel wetness seeping from her body, showing her aroused state. She felt his fingers moving on her flesh, adjusting her and then shaving the area. It seemed like a long time but she knew it was only a few minutes, if that long, and then he was done.  She felt him wiping her off with the damp rag but was reluctant to open her eyes and end this dream of being with him.

Chad looked at her face and saw her eyes were closed.  He moved his gaze down and saw her full breasts were topped with taut nipples. Her belly was slightly rounded and now her mound was completely bald.  Her beauty was revealed in its entire womanly splendor.  He spread some of the oil he had on his fingers and began rubbing his fingers over her mound and down the sides of her lips.  Her wetness was obvious as was the scent of her arousal. His fingers moved as light as air across her flesh until he came to the fleshy lips that concealed her clit. His thumb, slick with oil, slid inside easily and directly to her passion point.  He pressed and felt her jerk of passionately surprised arousal. His other fingers moved lower, and dabbled in her wetness, stroking her lips and sliding inside a bit at a time. 

Slow, like the sun rising over the horizon, he eased his fingers over her flesh and finally inside her hot channel.  His finger worked her clit with a magical touch and his other fingers discovered her secret point of impassioned response. He lowered his head and replaced his finger with his tongue on her clit.  Her body jerked wildly and she cried out his name, and no.  But Chad soothed her with words and then his tongue moved back to her clit.  His every word was a puff of soft, warm air over her newly shaven lips.

Tory thought she would go crazy or have a heart attack. She spoke, she thought, and told him he didn’t have to do that, but his tongue came back and began a symphony of notes that she could not resist.  His fingers inside played sweet seductive games, and soon she came hard and fast, her wetness covering his hand, and pooling out for him to lick and savor. He lapped at her juice and then took a long swipe of his tongue slowly over her clit.  Her cries were soft and breathless, her body crashing onto the shores of desire.  She thought she fainted into darkness, for it was sometime later she became aware of the light and that Chad was moving up her body, kissing his way up. He spent a long time on one breast, licking her nipple like it was a lollipop, before he finally took it into the hot suction of his mouth.

He cupped her breast as he suckled her, praising her size, shape and color.  He told her he found himself staring at her breasts and wondering what they would look like, feel like, and taste like.  He wondered if they would shake when her bra didn’t bind them, and jiggle and sway back and forth. He whispered as he moved to the other breast that when they were alone he didn’t want her to wear a bra, or panties. He liked knowing she was naked under her clothes.  He wanted to be able to come up behind her and cup her breasts and feel their sweet weight. He moved above her, shifting her thighs to accommodate his hips between. He held her gaze as he waited poised, his hard cock teasing the wetness of her pussy. And then, he thrust into her body.

Tory cried out as her body enveloped his hardness.  She breathed deeply feeling her flesh adapting and holding him close. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close while her body welcomed his hard manhood. He eased back, watching her eyes pop open to stare at him. Then he slowly came inside her again, going slow and moving against her smooth mound and pussy.  Tory wasn’t sure what she was to do, if anything, and tightened her muscles around his cock.

Chad groaned and strained not to lose his control.  He worked at his breathing and focus, but when she did it again, he cursed once and lost it.  He thrust into her body fast and hard, enjoying the feel of her flesh tugging and pulling on his cock and the sight of her tits bouncing with his every thrust.  He cried out her name as he at long last found ecstasy with the woman he had wanted and dreamed of for far too many lonely nights. He thrust forward and shot his cum into her body, not giving a damn about consequences right then. Covered in sweat, he fell to the sheets beside.  His breathing was hard and fast as he recovered from the most powerful climax he had ever experienced.  As he lay beside Tory, he realized that it was true.  The best sex is with the woman you love. And God knew he had loved Tory for so many years it was a part of him.

Chad felt the bed shift and lifted his eyelids.  He saw Tory was propped on one elbow, her hair a riot around her head and shoulders. She was looking down at him, but he couldn’t read her thoughts.  She pushed her hair back and then laid that hand on his chest. Her hand moved lightly over his sweat-dampened skin, caressing, pausing to trace circles around his nipples with her finger and finally sliding across his chest and her body coming to drape over him.  Chad raised one hand and lightly touched her hair. He stroked his fingers over the curls. He spoke softly.

“You know, I don’t remember your hair being so curly when you were younger.”  He heard a disgusted snort from the vicinity of his chest.

“It wasn’t.  My mom thought I needed a body wave, if I insisted on wearing it so long still.  Anyway, the body wave went crazy and I got curls instead.”  She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers twirling her hair, stroking and caressing it.

“You used to wear it short during the summers, a lot of times.”  That was how he remembered her, over the years.

Tory nodded.  “I know.  But I let it start growing after you left and haven’t had it short since then. Do you like it short, rather than long?”  She moved off his chest and came to her knees beside him in the bed.

Chad looked up and marveled at the sexy woman in bed with him.  She was naked, smooth pussy, smelling of sex, and her hair was a riot that screamed I’ve just been to bed and fucked really well.  He smiled and slid his hand up her thigh. As he caressed his way higher, she shook her hair back off her shoulders and that caused her full breasts to bounce. Chad groaned and cupped the nearest breast.

“If you had any idea how sexy you are…” 

Tory closed her eyes while his squeezed and massaged her firm, full breast. He seemed to know the perfect way to touch her, and the ideal places to caress her.  She looked down at his tanned hand cupping her pale skinned breast. She could feel her body becoming more aroused with each passing moment.  She leaned into his hand, but he surprised her by flipping her on the bed to her back.  Her screech of shock was lost under his mouth as he kissed her hard. 

Chad positioned her body and thrust inside of her once again. He was so hard, it was like he hadn't cum just a few minutes earlier.  Her body welcomed him and she pressed against him wantonly, wiggling and riding his cock, to press her clit.  Each move made her a little crazy.  Her body climaxed a moment later, and soon Chad came inside her once again. He pulled free of her body and the sucking noise sounded loud in the quiet room. He looked down and saw that Tory was half-asleep and he positioned her spoon style on the bed.  He fell asleep with his arm around her, cupping her topmost breast.  He awoke twice more before sunrise and his cock was hard and halfway inside her wet channel. It was as if his cock had found it’s home and nestled there for sleep. He filled her with his seed and his cock kept her nicely plugged.

Chad awoke early and reluctantly left her alone in the bed.  He went to the kitchen and started the coffee. He stood at the sink looking at the window at the barns and the land beyond. It felt so damned good to be back home, he realized.  He wasn’t one for regrets, but he wish he had come home sooner.  A moment later he felt soft hands sliding around his waist. He had pulled on his gym shorts before coming out, but behind him he felt nothing but sweet naked flesh.  He turned and saw he was right.

Tory was naked and looked like she had been fucked through the night. He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her.  She turned her head and let him peck her cheek.  “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care,” he told her softly, but kissed her cheek and lowered his mouth to nuzzle her neck, just below her ear.  He stopped for a second when he got a mouthful of hair.

Tory pulled her hair back with her hand, and muttered sorry.  Chad smiled. “I could trim that for you as well.”

Tory blushed as she realized what the ‘as well’ meant. She frowned though and released her grip on her hair.  “You mean cut my hair for me?”

Chad shrugged. “Why not? I used to cut my own when I was on safari a couple of times, or in the jungle.  You didn’t want long hair there because things could make a home in your hair.”  He grinned, looking at hair. “You could have a whole village took roost in your hair, honey.”

Tory frowned at him. She hadn't really thought about cutting her hair short again, but she guessed she could.  Slowly, she shrugged and said she guessed it would be all right. Chad didn’t hesitate.  He went back to the bedroom and retrieved the scissors, the clippers and a towel.  He had her sit on a kitchen chair and reassured her when she saw the clippers. He tried to comb her hair but it was impossible, so he took her hand and they both got into his shower.  He washed her hair and her body, but he didn’t let her return the favor, saying he didn’t want to be distracted just yet.

A short time later Tory was seated on the chair again, naked, and Chad had just finished combing all the knots from her hair.  It was now just a wavy sea of hair down her back. He gave her a side part, and slid the scissors in at her cheek. She couldn’t tell how high he was cutting, so she closed her eyes.  She heard the snick sound of the scissors closing and then felt the wet lock of hair sliding down her shoulder, over her breast, catching for a moment on her thigh and then to the floor.  He didn’t pause but cut again, and again, until he came to the other side.  He had cut her hair to a straight bob all the way around her head, ending about half an inch above her ear lobe.  He then took some of her hair in front and combed it forward and gave her a fringe half an inch above her eyebrows.

Chad had her bend her head forward, and he moved behind her once again. He marked with his finger partway up the back of her head and using a comb, separated the hair above the line. He pinned it up and turned on the clippers.  He told her to relax and using the clippers, he clipped her hair to quarter of an inch length, and just below the hair that was pinned up.  He released the hair above and trimmed it to fall part over the clipped hair.  He then cut the hair forward, angling down to meet the line at her cheek.  He combed it one last time, checking for errant hairs and announced he was done.

Tory had been chewing her lower lip nervously, wondering what her hair was going to look like. Chad took her hand and led her through the living room and down the hall towards his bedroom.  He told her to close her eyes. He flicked the light on and positioned her in front of his three quarter length mirror.  He said ‘open your eyes’ and she did so.

It was impossible to hide the surprised ‘yelp’ that escaped her lips as she saw her reflection in the mirror.  There was no long hair to hide behind.  Her dark auburn hair was still damp and drying, but it ended mid cheek.  She had bangs for the first time in a long time.  As she stared at her hair she felt Chad’s hands come to rest on her shoulders.  He pressed close behind her and she felt his blatant arousal.  She looked at his face and saw his eyes had traveled somewhat lower. She gasped seeing her bald pussy for the first time since she was a schoolgirl.  She saw that the arousal she had felt while Chad cut her hair could be seen on her hairless pussy lips.  She lifted her eyes slowly and Chad’s hands moved down and cupped her full breasts.  She groaned as he began a sensual massage of her large and firm globes.  When he tugged and teased the tautening nipples, Tory dropped her head back to lean against his chest.

Chad told her to open her eyes and watch the mirror, and she did so after a few moments.  She saw his tanned hands stroking her breasts.  And then she heard him telling her softly in her ear,  “When I last saw you as a teenager, you hadn't begun developing much.  You were a late bloomer obviously.  I’m glad your ‘roses’ got this large.”

Tory felt her knees weaken and his thigh eased between her legs, keeping her upright.  His words, along with his touch, were an erotic seduction. “Such pretty big boobies,” he whispered softly into her ear, smiling when he felt the undeniable shiver of arousal chase through her body.  “You like having me talk about your luscious, large titties, don’t you?”  He asked her softly, pressing his palms against her breasts, he slid them up her chest, lifting her breasts upwards.  He pulled his hands away abruptly and watched the sensual show of her big breasts bouncing, jiggling and finally swaying against one another.  He groaned and pressed more fully between the cleft of her cheeks.

Tory was lost in a sensual haze when she heard him ask her to bend forward and brace herself with her elbows on the bureau dresser top.  She hesitated for a second, but did as he asked.  She hung her head but Chad told her to watch in the mirror. He wanted to see her face, and her eyes, as he made love to her.  Tory swallowed through her parched throat and saw her hair swinging forward on her cheeks. It covered part of her face but she could still see her breasts hanging fully and swaying away from her body.  She felt Chad spreading her thighs with his tender touch.  His fingers moved forward between her spread thighs and she could see his fingers caressing her shaved pussy in the mirror. It was almost too much to watch, but Chad told her to keep her eyes open.  The next moment, she saw his hard cock between her thighs, teasing along her hairless lips, spreading her wetness around.  And then, he repositioned her back and he thrust into her heat.

Tory groaned as his flesh filled her body.  She saw her breasts swinging from his thrust even as she absorbed the sense of being so ‘full.’  He moved one hand to her belly and the other cupped one of her swaying breasts.  She saw his face, his eyes, watching her through the mirror. He held her eyes with his as he pulled out some and then thrust back into her wet channel. Tory had to press her hands against the bureau and replant her feet as he thrust again into her body.  She thought he was pressing right up against her womb and then she saw his hand moving down her belly. He slid that hand to her pussy and his fingers found her clit without error.  Her lips were so wet that his fingers slipped between and glided over her lips.  He had one finger on her clit and began to work that sensitive but quickly, furiously. 

Tory felt her body’s reaction to his touch.  She saw her big boobs sway and bounce against one another.  His hand between her thighs, and she could her wetness glistening on his skin even as his finger worked her center of desire without pause. And she could feel his cock sliding in and out of her body, smashing against her cervix.  Her climax took her by surprise though.  Her senses all rebelled at the same time and her body shook and shivered, even as her hips bucked back to meet his forward thrust. She felt her cunt squeezing him, and then he jerked forward and pressed firmly upwards.  She heard Chad’s cry as his cum shot forth into her body.  As her cunt muscles spasmed and flexed and squeezed his cock, milking him of every drop, Chad pressed deeply into her body. She heard the slap sound of his bald sac against her shaven pussy with each thrust.  Along with the lewd sound of his cock sliding wetly in and out of her body, she was only turned on more. 

Chad looked at their naked bodies in the mirror as he felt his seed filling her cunt.  He knew in that second, see his eyes staring back at him, that he wanted to plant his seed in her belly.  He wanted her to get pregnant with his child, so no one could deny them a relationship.  He wanted to tie her to him so there would be no turning back, no matter what happened. As his body slowed, he looked her shaved pussy.  So smooth and perfect, her lips puffy and pink and shining with their juices.  His eyes lifted to her hanging tits.  He wondered how big they would get when she was pregnant, and how it would look to see his child sucking at her nipples. He lastly looked at her hair, which partially obscured her face from his view.

Chad had gotten so turned on while cutting her hair.  He didn’t know whether it was the cutting of her hair, just the act of it, hearing the shnick of the scissors closing and removing so much hair with every slice. Baring her neck with the clippers had gotten him even harder with each whirr of the blades slicing off the hair so close to her scalp.  Or perhaps it was just the fact that she had left him do it, not knowing how it would end up.  Having her submit to his wishes was a turn on, indeed.

Chad felt his soft cock sliding from her body and stood behind her.  His hands cupper her hips for a second before cupping her soft, round buttocks.  He caressed the rounded globes, knowing they had made such sweet pillows to thrust against a few moments earlier.  As Tory stood in front of him, he cupped her buttocks with his hands.

“Such lovely round pillows to bounce against,” he whispered to her softly, enjoying the flush that once again stained her cheeks.  He moved his hands forward and once again cupped her breasts, just holding them from below.  “But these big round boobies are my favorite pillows.”  He grinned as she blushed even more brightly at his teasingly honest words. 

Together, and naked, they cleaned the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast.  Chad didn’t worry about anyone walking in on them, but Tory had a few qualms.  She knew the men who came every day to do the work on the farm.  It was large enough, and successful enough, that Seth had several hired workmen, even one married couple lived on the property, and the wife came to help clean and cook.  They took a nap, and when the phone rang around three that afternoon, they were still asleep in Chad’s bed.  He grabbed the phone and muttered a husky ‘hello.’  He sat up quickly though as he recognized his uncle’s voice over the phone lines.  He listened quietly as Tory’s stepfather explained that Grace wanted to come back to the farm early, so they were picking her up and driving her back and were going to be bringing dinner with them.  He told Chad they should be there around five or so.

Chad set the receiver down and cursed.  He had hoped for at least one more night alone with Tory.  He looked over and saw she was awake as well. She was lying on her back, the covers barely covering her to her waist, since it had gotten warm as the sun rose in the sky.  He couldn’t help but wonder if they had time for a ‘quickie?’

“Who was that?” Tory asked him a second later.

“Your dad.”  He heard her screech of surprise and saw how she yanked the sheet to her chin.  “Your parents are picking up mom, and coming out here to have dinner with me. Would I be right in assuming you didn’t tell them you were staying after the funeral?”

Tory sat up slowly, pulling the sheet up with her.  She nodded her head and her newly cut hair fell forward.  It had shrunk as it dried and was now about halfway up her ear. She shrugged.  “I figured I would tell them later.  At first, I didn’t know for sure if you would be here.  And then, when Grace said she wasn’t going to be here last night, I just decided discretion was better.”

Chad laughed and lay back down in the bed. “I wish they weren’t coming, honey.”

Tory nodded and dropped the covers.  She shifted on the bed, coming to her knees and facing him.  She saw his eyes drop to her breasts and shook her shoulders to make her breasts sway and bounce off one another.  She was pleased to see the quick response to her action.  Before Chad could react further, she straddled his thighs, so his cock rose up just a scant inch away from her wet pussy.  She moved closer, and leaned her hands on his chest.  She was aware of how her full breasts swung forward. She rubbed her fingers over his taut nipples and plucked them lightly. She wiggled her hips and shook her shoulders.  She lifted up and poised above his hard cock, twitching eagerly for it’s newly found home.  She relaxed her muscles and his head slid into her flesh, about halfway. She squirmed and bounced, but that was all he went in.  She looked down at Chad, and his put his hands on her hips.  He pressed down and in the next second, a wet squelching sound heralded his cock sliding into her wet, tight pussy.

Chad groaned as her flesh enclosed him. He lifted his eyes and saw her big tits were jiggling and bouncing from her movements.  His hands at her hips began to control her movements. He lifted her slightly, telling her to tighten her thighs.  Soon their bodies were working together, to find a climax again. He told Tory to lift her breasts with her hands, since his were busy and bounce and jiggle them. He told her to lift them and then drop the heavy globes.  He had her fingers pluck and pull and roll the eager pink nipples.  He moved one hand to her clit and it slid to its goal and he was soon mercilessly working her clit to climax while her hands tormented and toyed with her own tits.  He felt her cunt muscles begin to climax. It came from deep inside and built until his cock was being milked just like a cow’s udders.  A moment later, he was shooting his cum up into her body again. He held her hips tightly to his as he filled her completely. 

Tory slumped to lie on his chest like a wet noodle.  She was worn out and when he rolled her off of him a moment later, she grimaced as he slid from her body.  It was obvious her body wasn’t use to this much activity.  They didn’t plan it, but they fell back asleep.  It was the slamming of car doors that awoke them. Chad cursed as he saw it a quarter past five.  He jumped from the bed, grabbing jeans and pulling them on, followed by a T-shirt. He was running, shoeless through the house so he could greet them before they came inside.

Tory groaned and cursed. She eased from the bed and realized that her body was not used to all the ‘use’ it had received. She knew she had to shower, and took a minute shower, or maybe it was just thirty seconds to wash the sweat from her body.  She was scrambling in ‘her’ room a minute later as she heard the back door open and voices.  She decided to wear the old cotton dress she had thrown into her case to the bottom. It was loose fitting, gauze material. She didn’t look in a mirror and walked from the bedroom.  She found her parents and Grace in the kitchen with Chad.  Conversation stopped as she walked in.

Tory saw her father and her mother turn to look at her.  She smiled at them both.  “What a nice surprise!”  She walked over and hugged her mother, who pushed her back.

Elizabeth Cassidy looked at her daughter in surprise.  “When did you cut you hair?”

Tory grinned, glad that her haircut was getting the attention, and not her presence here, alone with Chad.  “Just today.  It was too hot.”

Grace smiled and turned away to put some coffee on.  “It looks lovely dear.  Did you go into Oxford to have it done?  Eloise is very good.”

Tory crossed her fingers behind her back.  “Yes, on my way through town.  It’s funny you guys bringing dinner, because I had called Chad and I brought him lunch.”

Chad saw the odd look his mother gave him at Tory’s lie. “So I got two nice surprises today.  Why don’t we all sit down and eat?  I’m starving.”

They all bustled around, gathering plates, glasses and utensils. Tory went back to the counter for the coffee and set it on a trivet.  She bounced onto her chair and her yelp of pain wasn’t missed by anyone. Her mother asked if she was all right, and Chad’s mother looked at him and saw the flush that stained his neck. Grace looked at Tory and saw that her cheeks were stained as well.  She heard Tory say something about a pulled muscle.  The rest of the meal was uneventful and they finally went into the living room to relax.  Grace had Sean take Seth’s easy chair and she and Elizabeth sat on the long sofa. Chad and Tory were left to the small loveseat. 

Tory sat slowly and found there was almost no room left since Chad had already sat down.  She was pressed to his side and he finally lifted his arm and laid it behind her on the sofa back. She felt his heat against her side and it relaxed her.  She listened to the others talking, but the words faded.  She was sleep-deprived and closed her eyes. 

Chad talked with her father, telling about his travels mostly. He kept trying to direct conversation towards his mother or aunt, but his uncle Sean kept asking him questions. Chad was aware of Tory falling asleep beside him. As she relaxed her body began turning towards him, and any other time he would have cherished the curling of her softness into his body. He hoped it wasn’t noticed as she nestled closer to him.  And he stared straight ahead when she dropped her far arm across his body, her arm resting dangerously near his lap.  He couldn’t decide whether to ignore it or move it and act surprised. Fate didn’t give him time to choose, because a moment later, deep in her sleep and dreams, Tory muttered.

“Take me to bed, Chad.” And there was no missing her next words. “Fuck me, please.”

Elizabeth screamed, whether it was in acknowledgement, embarrassment, or who knew what.  Sean jumped from the easy chair, knowing he had not misheard his stepdaughter’s words.  Chad saw his mother watching him from across the room. He knew he needed to act like it was a joke, but his mind was slush and his body wasn’t moving.

It was her stepfather’s barking of her name that awoke Tory from her pleasant dream.  She looked dazed as she opened her eyes. Reluctantly, she saw her position, and worse where her hand was.  She looked around and saw everyone’s surprised and or shocked expressions. She sat upright, or as best she could. She put her hand on Chad’s thigh to lever up from the sofa. Her body groaned at her quick movement.

“I’m sorry for falling asleep on you, Chad.”  She tried to smile but the looks on everyone’s faces didn’t bode well what had happened while she was in dreamland. Slowly, she remembered how often she talked in her sleep, especially when she had not slept much.  She looked at Chad, who was still sitting.  She saw him grimace at her words.  “Did I talk in my sleep?”  At his nod, she blushed brightly. 

Her mother spoke next. “How could you, Tory?” 

Tory looked at her mother, and realized she must have said something pretty revealing.  Her gaze slid to her stepfather and he looked furious and hurt.  Finally, she looked at Grace.  It was her aunt’s face though that seemed to tell the most.  Grace looked a little guilty.  And suddenly, Tory remembered how every time she visited, Grace would ask if she were seeing anyone, was it serious.  And Grace had almost begged her to stay with her after the funeral, and then suddenly, last evening, the change in plans.  Her stepfather spoke though.

“Did you sleep together?”

Chad looked from Tory, to his uncle.  It appeared that Tory’s stepfather was taking to the idea as well as his father had over ten years ago.  He moved to stand, but Tory pushed him back with her hand.  He watched as she straightened her back.  She looked her stepfather squarely in the face.

“We had sex, but not much sleep.”

Chad covered his eyes with his hand as he heard Elizabeth gasp across the room.  He looked up as he felt Tory step away from him.  “Look, Dad, and Mom, I’ve been in love with Chad all my life.  I didn’t know what it was I felt until after he had gone away.  He is the reason I never dated anyone seriously.  They weren’t Chad, and he was the one I missed.” Tory stopped and sniffled, rubbing her hands across her face.  “And besides,” she put her fisted hands on her hips. “What’s the big deal?  We are adults.  I agree that Uncle Seth’s funeral may not have been an ideal choice for a reunion, but it just happened.  I have no regrets.”

Silence followed her words. Chad hadn't expected her to declare her emotions.  He was still dealing with the rush hearing her say she loved him had given him. He loved her, but he hadn't planned on declaring it in front of a crowd, even if they were family.  He stood slowly and turned to look at his uncle.

“Uncle Sean, I’m sure you are having the same thoughts my dad did.”

Sean looked surprised. “Are you telling me my brother knew about this and he didn’t tell me?”

Chad opened his mouth to reply, but his mother spoke first.  “Stop this yelling, everyone!  Sit down and listen to me.  I can explain everything.”

Sean looked at his sister-in-law in disbelief.  But he did sit down.  He watched as Grace walked over to his brother’s desk and pulled something out. 

“This is Seth’s will. He gave me a copy to keep and I read it when I was alone here, about a month or so before he died.  I’ll read you what he wrote… My dear son Chad, I feel I have done you a disservice.  I only hope it isn’t too late, when you read this.  By writing this, I am hoping that I can soon face you with the words and not just have them on paper.”

Grace paused, sniffling. “As we know, he didn’t get a chance.” She took a deep breath. “He goes on ‘I believe that Tory loves you as much now, as you did when I forced you to leave for California.  She has been spending a lot of time with us lately, and especially with me.  We talk for hours, and always, she talks about you. I see her face when she says your name, or tells me a story of something you and she had done when you were younger. I see in her the same look I saw on my Grace’s face, when we younger.  It came to me then that we don’t always choose the person we fall in love with.  Fate wasn’t cruel to you both, but I was.  I stepped in, and maybe I shouldn’t have.  It is too late to second-guess it all anyway.  Once I have this notarized, I am giving a copy to your mother. But I hope to find the courage to write to you, or call you soon, and tell you all of this.  I want to make things right, so I hope you understand my will.  I have liquidated a lot of assets, and have placed half the farms value into a trust fund for Luke.  He will inherit that upon my passing.  Your mother has an annuity to keep her comfortable, wherever she chooses to live, and money to travel, like we always wanted to.  Now, here is the tricky part, Chad.  I am leaving the farm to you.  This includes all the farming and grazing lands, the equipment, the stock, and the buildings on that land.  But, as you might remember, your mother’s family owned the house, and the half-acre it stands on.  I’m leaving the house and that land to Tory.’”

Grace stopped hearing the gasps around the room.  She hadn't wanted to read the will prior to the lawyer’s doing it in a few days.  It wasn’t fair to Luke, but she knew he would understand.  Luke loved Tory and Chad, and she was sure he had long suspected the feelings the two had for each other.  Grace looked over at Tory and saw she had sat back down on the sofa finally. “This next part is to Tory. ‘Tory, I have done you a great harm, and I hope you will forgive me.  I saw you becoming a young woman so many years ago, and I saw in Chad’s eyes a passion that rivaled what I had felt for his mother.  You were too young and I couldn’t talk to my brother about this. So I did the only thing I could think of and sent Chad away from you.  It is only now, that I am older, and you still spend time with an old man, that I realize my mistakes.  I loved as if you were my own daughter.  You were so young when your mother married my brother, and of all the children- my two and my brother’s two from his first wife, you were the only who loved the farm.  I didn’t see it at first. But you were always underfoot asking the boys and the hired hands how or why they did something.  My feelings for you as a daughter, and for Chad got all mixed up, I’m afraid.  Even after Chad was gone, you still came to me to learn.  I could see you were so much sadder without him here, but I figured you were young and would grow out of the feelings I assumed were hero worship.’”

Tory stood, embarrassed at having her uncle’s words read aloud.  It seemed as if her emotions were being laid out for everyone to look at. She knew she had admitted them a few minutes ago, but to know that even as a young teenager, and ever since, her uncle had seen what she herself didn’t fully understand or recognize.  Tory looked at Grace.  “Please don’t read anymore, Aunt Grace.”  She turned and ran out the front door, that she never used. Her bare feet ran across the grass and sought shelter out behind one of the barns.

Chad started to follow her but Sean had grabbed his arm. Perhaps his brother had been aware of all this, but he had not suspected a thing.  He wasn’t sure who to be angry with though. 

“Let him go, Sean,” Elizabeth spoke softly from the sofa.  Sean looked at his second wife.  He had loved her so dearly almost from the very first moment they had met. She had been alone, with a one-year-old baby, and he had had two children and been a widower.  Sean slowly released Chad’s arm.  Chad took a step to follow Tory, but turned back. He looked at his Aunt Elizabeth. 

“I am in love with her, Aunt Liz.  And she is going to marry me, farm or no farm, and that is final.”  The door slammed shut behind Chad as he went outside to find Tory.

Elizabeth looked at her strong, tall husband.  He had taken her Tory to his heart and treated as his flesh and blood right from day one.  His family had done the same, and it was easy to forget that she wasn’t their blood relation at times. She smiled at Sean, and then turned to Grace.  “Is there anymore?”

Grace smiled at her sister-in-law.  “Yes, shall I go on?”

Elizabeth nodded and told Sean to sit back down and listen.  “’I know it will take some time for everyone else to come around, Tory. But be patient, they will.  I know my brother Sean, and he will accept this. I believe he felt about your mother, the same feelings I see in your face when you speak about Chad.  He would want you to be happy, as well.’” Grace sniffed and stopped. “There is more, but it has to do with small stuff he is leaving to others.”

Sean nodded. “I can’t believe Seth knew and kept this to himself all these years, though.”

Grace agreed.  “I know.  I think I suspected when Chad so suddenly changed his plans.  He wanted to major in agriculture at Purdue, and to change all of his goals so suddenly and without explanation didn’t make any sense at the time.  When he wrote home, he always asked about Tory. And it would be the same thing, whenever we talked on the phone.  And as Tory got older, she never dated anyone seriously.  Anyway, if they want to marry, it is all right with me.”

Elizabeth smiled and patted her sister-in-law’s hand.  “I agree with you, Grace, although, I doubt whether it is all right with any of us is going to matter much to them.”

Outside, Chad found Tory behind the barn.  She was feeding some hay to the horses that had come over to the fence.  His dad was right.  Tory had loved the farm and everything to do with it and on it.  He had enjoyed farming, but his dad didn’t want him to be stuck on the farm, as he had put it. 

Tory turned as she heard a soft footfall behind her.  He saw her tear stained cheeks and came up and stood next to her, but didn’t reach out to her.  He spoke softly after a few moments.  “It’s hard finding out that what you thought was safe inside of you, is suddenly being broadcast to the world.”

Tory nodded.  She reached out towards the foal that hung back behind her mother.  Slowly the little black foal eased forward and let her scratch its head.  She turned and looked at Chad.  “I’ll deed you the house and the land it’s sits on. If you want to live here, you have to have a house.  And if you want to sell it, well, it will be worth more with the house, than without.”

Chad nodded. “I’d rather have you keep it, Tory.  I’d prefer to live in the house with you, than have to camp out by the barn in a tent all the time.”

Tory stood for a moment, not sure she had heard him right.  “You want to live with me?  I’m not sure I understand how you mean…”

Chad pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her.  “I mean ‘together.’  As in, the same house, the same kitchen, we use the shower together, and the bed. Although, sleeping in the bed is only one of the activities we can do there. And when the time comes,” Chad slid his hand down to cup her lower belly. “We change Luke’s room into a nursery. And if that time is nine months from now, nothing would make me happier.”

Tory flushed at his words, feeling her blood rushing through her body.  “It could well be cause I’m not on the pill, and I think the time just may be right.”

Chad grinned.  “Well, if the time isn’t right just now, then it will be a week from now, or two weeks from now.  And no matter how long it takes, I’m willing to keep working on this project.”

Tory chuckled.  “What a great guy you are!  Your dedication and self-sacrifice have no bounds.”

“Well, there is just one problem.”

“You mean other than our families?”

“That isn’t an obstacle in my opinion.  The only problem is whether or not you are going to marry me, and how soon.”

Tory stood in his embrace; sure she hadn't heard him correctly.  He surely wasn’t asking her to marry him.  “You don’t have to marry me, just because we were caught, so to speak. I’m a modern woman, Chad, and I can take care of myself.”

Chad nodded. “I have no doubts that you can take perfect care of yourself.  That isn’t the issue my love.  The issue is that I love you and I want to claim my love by marrying you. So, how about it?”

Tory stood for a moment and then glanced down at the grass.  “No one knee?”

Chad laughed, and dutifully went down on one knee.  “Will you marry me, Victoria Cassidy, and become Victoria Cassidy?”

Tory laughed and tried to pull him up. “I was kidding, honey.  Get up!”

Chad shook his head. “Not until you say yes!”

Tory looked at him and took a deep breath. “You know people will talk.”

“So, let ‘em.  I don’t give a damn.  Now, woman, give me an answer.” 

Tory pushed against him and he tumbled onto the grass and she came down beside him.  “Yes, I’ll marry you.”  His kiss stopped any further words for a moment.  “So, do we go back and tell them?”

Chad rolled them on the grass so he was above her.  He cocked his head listening, and sure enough, they heard three car doors close and the engine start.  A moment later, the tires were heard crunching down the gravel road.  He grinned. “Guess we can tell them tomorrow.” 

Tory wrapped her arms around Chad’s neck and pulled him close.  They had so much time to make up for.  She kissed him hard.  “All right, but you think we could do it out here, and not get caught?”

Chad laughed, knowing his life was going to be an exciting roller coaster ride.  “Why not?  I’ll say you lost your contact….”

Tory kissed him eagerly and they forgot all about explanations and families and made love on the grass as the sun began to set.