THE LIARS IN THE FIELD
by
Andrew Snartz
CHAPTER ONE - REMEMBERING LUST ADVENTURES
The summer wind blew; fierce dehydrating winds coming from the south.
Margaret laid in the burnt, dry, brown grass of the field.
She felt Henry's hot breath on her inner thigh, moving up, closer and closer to that spot, his hands pushing her skirt up, exposing her to his gaze.
"Stop..." she moaned but didn't push him away, throwing back her head as his mouth met her down below, his tongue darting out, drawing in her nectar, driving her to move her hands into his hair, pushing him further in.
I wasn't part of that scene but watched it unfold on TV.
Cinemax to be exact.
My first time with a woman was more like; I paid her fifty bucks, she spread her legs, I removed my pants, ten minutes and a squirt later, I was putting my pants back on and heading out the door.
My second time was in college; she was a senior, I had just started my freshmen year.
She was tall; 6 foot 5 inches.
Blonde, those green eyes.
I forget her name.
I remember her legs straddling me, lower herself on me, her nipples, mere inches from my mouth, my tongue dancing with them, then her mouth pressing against mine.
It wasn't a "Romantic fuck" as described in proper terms of the words, though, by crude definitions, it was a fuck.
I guess my true "Romantic fuck" was with my fifth; it was a cloudy stormy day, it was our first date.
The car I had was a piece of shit for lack of a better wording, it had stalled up the tall hill outside of the town we were living in.
Sheila was her name; small girl, not a beauty by the set standards of society but "Fuckable" by the terms of the bar stool banter that flooded the town.
"To kill time," she said, "We could fool around!"
It started out innocently. We kissed.
Then I felt her hand moving down my chest, stopping at my crotch, her fingers slipped down my zipper, and exposed my stiffening cock to her gaze.
It was innocent up to that point; her hand grasping the shaft, and slowly moving up and down in rhythmic movement, I gasped out, feeling her, moving faster and faster, then her mouth soon replacing her hand.
Soon, in even less innocence, she removed her blue jeans, sliding her panties down as well, exposing her nakedness to gaze, and lowered her self onto me, letting my hard cock slide deep into her.
I did not hold out long; and within a bit of a few up and down motions, her moans filling the car and my ears, I came deep inside of her; filling her up with my seed.
A mistake I guess; I not wearing a condom and her not on birth control, it was like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun.
She smiled as she put her clothes back on, I did the same thing.
I finally got the car started and drove her home.
I'd like to say I made love to her repeatedly but we only dated for a few more times before she broke up with me for a guy named Steve.
Not too long after, I found out she was pregnant.
"You know who Sheila's baby looks like?" my friend Anthony had said one night as we sat at the bar.
"I do not have an idea..." I said, sliding off into silence.
"Go look in a mirror, you'll see!" he laughed.
"Shut up!! She'd tell me if that kid was mine!"
