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“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, unsure whether or not I should close the door or slap his meaty arms with congratulations.
Josh hadn’t hooked up with anyone since the broad on New Year’s Eve; for some reason, he just didn’t have the lucky streak he normally had so when I saw him balls deep in Winter I could’ve welded him a trophy.
When I told Bambi about it, she said she already expected it, which brought more confusion outta me.
“Am I just out of loop or somethin’?” I’d asked.
And of course, she laughed. That cute fuckin’ laugh and told me Winter had been eyeing up Josh on our weekend outings and was planning on hooking up with him soon enough.Good for him, Winter was awesome.
Since then, Bambi and I had just spent more alone time together. We were in peak corn harvest season so I was busier than usual helping my dad out, but Bambi insisted she wanted to learn so I took her out onto the field.
“I want to drive.” She beamed, hopping into the main combine seat while I slid in beside her.
“Go slow,” I urged, unable to contain the joy I felt watching her do the work she’d never do in New York.
She changed a lot since being around the Nebraska folk. Not like I spent the first little bit trying to get to know her, but now that I did, I noticed all the small things that made her unique.
That averting eye contact thing she did? Yeah, long gone. She was an open book with me now, no walls to shut me out.
I always thought she looked hot in her city girl style, but she kind of tossed that out the rag too after her and I got together.
She sported a lot of basics, and half of my plaid shirts were hung up in her closet waiting to be worn… not by me, though – by her.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the idea of her prancing around in my shit. When I dated Rebecca, she’d practically drag me to the mall to buy athletic clothing.
“I ain’t no hockey, boy, Bec.” I used to say when she picked out spandex and windbreaker materials.
“You dress like a farmer.” She replied.
Fuck it grinded my gears. Every. Single. One. I wanted to yell in her face, “just let me be me!” But that would’ve gone over very poorly, so I always shut my trap.
With Bambi, it was easy. I think from the very beginning she accepted me the way that I was, even when I didn’t have the slightest clue as to what that man entailed.
Day by day, I was still trying to figure that out. But having her right there beside me, that alone was motivation.
“Just press on the gas lightly, sweetheart. Straight line, got it?” I said, pulling on some sunglasses to shield my eyes from the rays.
“God, this is so boring. Do you not have a radio or something?” She groaned in frustration.
“Service is always shit out on the field. You wanted to drive, don’t you complain.”
“Well, yeah. I want to live like you. A big, husky man-child who works on the farm. Can I wear your shoes?”
I threw my head back in laughter. “Can you wearmy shoes?”
She chuckled as well, flashing those chocolate brown eyes at me that always got me going. “Can I?”
Fuck she’s beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful. “I have to kiss you.”
And I did. I kissed her neck, her cheek, her shoulder, her fucking arm because I couldn’t get enough. There wasn’t a time where another woman made me this happy, where I felt like I could be myself and laugh and just relax without expectations.
Bambi was closer than ever with my family now. Hell, my dad was inviting her over for pork chops last weekend and pouted when she said she had business to attend to.
In fact, he told Payton she was working her too much and Payton swatted him like a fly on the damn wall.
Everything was good. Everyone was happy. Bambi brought the sunlight, and I lifted up my glasses just to see her shine.
Instinctively, I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh, squeezing the tender flesh beneath her shorts. “Focus on the task at hand, baby.”
