Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I’d lie in that big old bed and wish I had a body next to me. I needed to get started on them babies, but no matter how I thought, I couldn’t come up with the answer.
I could maybe do like the folks back in my great-great-grandpa’s days did and order one. But I didn’t like the looks of them girls they had in them magazines. Not the one of them looked like they knew the backend of a cow.
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T-Bone
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I could always head into town and get me some company, but I was tired of that, and besides none of them girls were right for what I needed. They weren’t exactly the kind of girl mama would’ve appreciated sitting at her table come Sunday lunch.
I was thinking too that maybe I ought to do something about my education. I do have an awful hungering for learning. But all the books and what not I found on the internet wasn’t the same as being in school the way I remembered.
I figured now with my daddy gone there was nothing stopping me from going out into the world and getting an education. I could maybe learn about all those places I’d seen on the Internet. Who knows, maybe one day I might even take a trip.
So I got the bright idea to go down to the college and sign up for classes, and that’s when it happened.
It was my very first day on campus. I was headed to the registrar’s office to sign up when I saw the raven-haired angel. Her hair fell straight as a pin to the top of her ass.
I didn’t see much more than that since she was heading in the opposite direction, but I decided then and there that I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. There was something about her, something that pulled at me even as I followed her from a distance. Like maybe I knew her.
She was a little bitty thing I noticed as I walked behind her, and something in my chest came alive. I don’t rightly know what was going on with me, having never had that strong a reaction to anyone before, but I knew that there was something to it.
Why just looking at her made me want to just grab her up and take her home and protect her she was so little. The thought entered my mind that maybe I wouldn’t mind seeing her little belly swollen with my child either. I’m telling you the attraction I felt for her ass as it moved from side to side as I walked along behind her was awful fierce.
I bet this is how the men back in the day felt when they saw the little filly they wanted to share their bed. I’d read that way back when before men lost their damn minds and their balls, they would just grab whichever woman caught their fancy and take her home.
I’ve always liked that idea. And since the one time I tried doing things the way folks call civilized had ended with murder, I’m thinking I might be on to something.
She ducked into a class that was just about to get started and I followed right on her heels. It was almost as if she’d mesmerized me. I never took my eyes off her hair or that fine ass.
I measured her hips in my head and damn if she wasn’t built right to carry my sons. She wasn’t spread too wide and the split between her thighs was still kinda close but I didn’t mind. After I fucked her a good dozen times that should open her right up.
Anyone watching would’ve probably found something wrong with the strange man and the way he seemed to have the young girl in his sights as he followed behind her, not to mention the bulge in his jeans that he wasn’t even trying to hide. Everybody had a suspicious mind these days.
She went to the very back of the room and I followed suit, taking the seat just behind her. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was I was going to do next. I hadn’t exactly planned for this circumstance. But I figured I would at least learn her name and then go from there.
You see the truth is, I don’t know much about courting women. Sure daddy had taken me on my sixteenth birthday down to the playhouse to lose my virginity. And I’ve been back a time or two…or ten since then because after all I’m a normal red blooded male with a healthy appetite for pussy.
But other than the one I’d had to shoot, I hadn’t ever been with a nice girl. Come to think of it I don’t necessarily consider my ex-fiancée to be much different to the ones I’ve paid over the years.