Giggle Berries

SDV fic

TW: mention of drxgs, mention of sex

Seven.

After my farm chores were done for the day, I decided to try my hand at the mines again. I packed a couple of cave carrots and parsnips that I felt weren’t good enough to sell and also picked up a couple of grapes and spice berries as I made my way up the mountain. I had visited Marlon and Gil a couple of days ago to get a real sword so I wouldn’t have to use my pickaxe as a weapon. I had almost enough copper ore to smelt into the final bar I needed to upgrade my tools. There’s a couple of stumps on the farm that I can’t quite get rid of and they’re starting to bug me. I checked my watch, noon. I had to be back on the farm by nine for my hangout with Sebastian and Sam. For someone who’s late all the time, Sam expects everyone else to be punctual. I didn’t mind. Even after years of being separated he’s still a good friend to me. As I round the corner between Robin’s home and Linus’ tent, I see Abigail with a small dagger and a flute. I step on a stick and she whips her head around, almost like an owl.  Once she sees it’s me, she relaxes.

“Hey, Farmer!” she waves at me. I approach her, sword still slung over my shoulder. She looks up at me in awe.

“Hey, Abigail,” I say. She scoffs and stands up.

“Please, my parents call me Abigail. Abby is fine,” she says with a smile.

“Alright, Abby,” I correct myself, “whatcha up to?”

“Escaping my parents,” she says and kicks some pebbles into the lake, “what about you?”

“‘Bout to mine.” She gasps.

“You’re going in there? I’ve always wanted to,” she says, playing with her dagger in her hands. I wasn’t going super deep which is where I assume all the dangers are. Right now all I had to do was be on the lookout for bugs and slimes, I could get my errands done faster if I had someone watching my back…

“Do you wanna come with?” I ask while pointing to the entrance of the mines with my sword. “I’m not going deep-”

“Really? Yes! A hundred percent I would love to!” She squeals a little which was a little annoying. I haven’t had many girl friends in the past but it would be nice to get to know the other person Sebastian and Sam hang out with. I feel kinda bad for taking them away from her. We start walking towards the mines and I give her a quick run down.

“I’m gonna need you to watch my back while I mine. From what I know, the monsters we’ll probably see aren’t super dangerous but keep your guard up. Bugs won’t provoke you, just avoid them. If they touch you it feels like a punch to your cheekbone. There’s also little sentient slime balls and they will attack when they see you. If they touch you, your body feels like you’re on fire but when they’re as good as dead, the pain stops. You think you can be up for that?” I ask. Her little dagger wouldn’t be able to cut anything down immediately but if she has stamina, she shouldn’t have any issues.

“I can do that,” Abby says. As we take the elevator down to the fifth floor. I talked with Marlon and he said that every five floors I go, the more the elevator fixes itself, which was nice. I didn’t want to end up deep below the surface and then having to restart with the tiny ladder on the first floor. As soon as the elevator doors open, we’re greeted by the damp ominous presence of the mines. I get to work on the first rock I see.

“If you see any rocks with little orange specks sticking out, let me know,” I say to Abby. We made our way through the floor before finding a ladder which took us down. Before I can step a toe off the ladder, a little green slime ball is down there waiting for me. I take my sword and slice it in two and hop off the ladder. 

“Holy shit, what are those things?” Abby asks as more green slimes approach us. I sigh and take a big swing, slicing a good majority of them. “Ow, fuck!” Abby says, I turn over to her and watch her stab a slime over and over until it dies. I take out the rest of them and a large cluster of copper ore nodes are revealed to me. Thank Yoba, this should be more than enough. I dig in my bag for some burn cream and toss it over to Abby.

“This should help,” I say.

“Thanks. Were those the slimes you were talking about?” I nod and start mining away at the nodes. 

“Marlon says that they’re everywhere. Not necessarily dangerous, just annoying.”

“Yea, this little dagger barely did anything. I need to save up and buy one from the Adventurer’s Guild,” she says. I finished collecting the last piece of ore that I needed.

“You did good though!” I say as we make our way back up the mines, “when I first encountered a slime, I had no idea what I was doing.” Having Abby with me cut our time in the mines in half. We walk back to the farm, chatting as we do.

“Sooo… Anybody caught your eye yet here in the valley?” She asks with a toothy grin. I blush a little, thinking of Sebastian. “OMG! Whooo tell me!” I couldn’t tell her that I thought one of her best friends was attractive.

“Um… Alex and I have…uh been enjoying each other's company,” I say quietly. Abby grabs my arm and starts jumping up and down.

“Holy shit! Like what, girl, tell me everything,” she says. I smile a little. It’s been a while since I’ve had some girltalk. 

“Well, I mean, I might’ve… sucked him off a few days ago,” I say, a little embarrassed. 

“Damn girl, you don’t play around do you?” she laughs. We walked over the tunnel and over to the back of my house where I put the furnace. After finding my first couple of ores and talking with Clint, he gave me some blueprints for a furnace which I was able to make and now I had nineteen copper bars. I place the ore and coal in the furnace, turn it on, and let it do its thing. 

“Alex and I have some… trauma in common. That and in college I had a thing for gridball players soo,” I say. Abby laughs.

“I see. Shane also used to be a gridball player, maybe you should hop on that too,” she says with a wink. I blush deeper. I couldn’t fuck around in the valley like I did in the city. Everybody knows everybody and I was already being reckless with Alex so I need to tone it down. “Alex and I used to date,” she says. My face drops and I start apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, it was a one time thing, I’ll cut things off with him immediately-”

“Chill, chill. We dated for like one summer when we were like twelve. It doesn’t even count,” she says, “but I appreciate… whatever that just was. You seem like a girl's girl,” she says. We walk to the front of my house and sit on my porch.  

“I wasn’t always. In high school I used to sleep with everyone's boyfriend. I guess it’s why I didn’t have very many girl friends. I stopped that shit in college but I still found it hard to make friends,” I said. Abby wraps her arm around my shoulders. 

“Well, you’ve got me! I also don’t have very many girl friends. I tried to be friendly with Maru, Sebastian’s sister but I don’t know. I guess we just didn’t click like that,” she says, “so tell me more about you and Alex. Did you play with his giggle berries?” I laugh.

“Giggle berries? Is that what you call balls?” I ask. Abby shrugs.

“Male anatomy is weird, might as well give them weird names right?” We laugh together.

“What’s all this giggling about?” We both look up and find Sam and Sebastian standing over us. 

“When did this happen?” Sebastian asks and pulls out a cigarette. I look up at him with puppy dog eyes. He rolls his eyes and grabs another one from the pack. He sits down next to me and places it between my lips and lights it like usual. Sam sits next to Abigail.

“You guys have been hogging them! Why didn’t you tell me the farmer’s so cool?” She pouts. Sam shrugs his shoulders.

“You don’t like to smoke,” he says. Abby gasps.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t hang out with you guys!”

“You don’t like the smell,” Sebastian chimes in.

“Well you and the farmer are smoking cigarettes so maybe that smell will cover the weed smell,” she says and crosses her arms across her chest. 

“Do not give those delinquents an excuse to chain smoke!” Sam says while packing the bowl. Sebastian and I look at each other.

“I wouldn’t say we’re delinquents for smoking cigs,” I say, “hurry up and pack the bowl.”

everyone's blond husband <3

When you first met him, you were a bit overwhelmed by his “pep.” The boy with the spiky, blond hair who always wore a smile despite his ever-healing lip piercing. He did have a wonderful smile. No wonder he was always showing it off. It made you smile to yourself, just thinking about it. 

In your first year on the farm, you were swamped with work. From chopping down trees to make room for sprinklers to trying your best to fix up the old community center in the middle of town, you’d just barely make it into bed on time every night. This meant you had barely any time to meet your neighbors, much less get to know them. Your over excited neighbor, however, seemed to have made it his mission to spend as much time with you as possible.

One day, in mid summer, when you were replanting melon seeds, his shadow darkened your property. You’d heard him coming before you saw him; he’d been humming to himself a song he’d been writing for his band. He had asked you, in the spring, what genre of music you liked and you’d tried to answer in a way that he would’ve approved of: “hi-energy dance music.” He seemed to accept this answer and promptly started writing such a song with his long-time best friend.

“Hey,” he said as he approached. 

You greeted him without looking up from your field, “hi, Sunshine.” 

This was a nickname you’d started calling him after he’d lost at pool for the seventh time in the three weeks you’d known him. You had always known him as a ray of sunshine, but when he lost at pool, he seemed to get downright depressed. The nickname was born from insistent teasing, but after a while, it became a pet name of sorts.

The boy rolled his eyes when he heard the nickname but you could swear you saw his cheeks tinge pink in the afternoon sun. 

“Whaddya need? I have about fifty more seeds to plant today, but then I can hang out if you want,” you said, face buried in your work.

“Hmm,” he said. Then, “can I help? I dunno how you want me to plant, but maybe I could water some of them? …if that’d be helpful, I mean.”

You looked up at him. “Yea. Yea, that’d be great. Thanks, Sunshine,” you said and smiled at him.

He smiled back at you and picked up the copper watering can that had been discarded early in the morning when you found your crops ripe to be plucked. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

About an hour later, you had both finished your chores, and you were sitting on your porch while he stood in front of you. You leaned in just enough to examine each of his features closely. He was quite beautiful, you thought to yourself. His silver lip ring, his enormous blue eyes, his golden hair, covered up today with a baseball cap. You reached over and pulled it off his head. He started. 

“Why did you do that?” he asked.

You shrugged before saying “I wanted to see your face better.” You reached up to brush his hair out of his face and smiled. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. You were about to say something, but he kissed you, and it felt like you were on fire. He was maybe the third person you’d ever kissed and, by far, the best one. 

He smiled brightly and said cheekily, “alright. I gotta go. Mom’s making dinner and she needs me to swing by the general store before she can start cooking.” He looked you up and down before simply saying “bye!” and turning on his heel.

HEHE hope u like it is my first sam post :3

Onions caramelizing on the stove, shane smut cooking on the computer. Life can be beautiful sometimes.

a lil collage I did <3

sharing it here cuz TECHNICALLY this blog is not just sdv LAWL

Trying to choose someone... Its really hard actually😁

ERE DAY MY BESTIE POSTS IS A GOOD DAY!!!!

Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

TW: consumption of drxgs, smoking, talk of sex

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Thirteen.

I hadn’t been off my farm for a couple days. The only reason I would leave would be to buy seeds or go forage in the forest. I couldn’t get my mind off of my sister but we called everyday when she got out of school but the phone call would only last during her walk home, she’s afraid of what Dad might say if he knew she was talking to me. I’m collecting eggs from my chickens and ducks in my coop when the door swings open and startles me, making me drop one of the eggs.

“Shit!” I hissed and looked down at the broken and runny egg.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I hear Sam’s voice echo throughout the coop.

“Fucker, you made me drop an egg,” I say while picking up the shell. 

“Are you good, dude? You and Seb disappeared from the venue that night and I haven’t heard from you since!” Sam exclaimed while taking a rag off the wall of the coop and helping me clean up the broken egg. I guess I did owe him an explanation since he is my closest friend in the valley. I told him what happened as we made our way to the farm house. He didn’t say much, only listened. I told him how the last song on his set really hit home and it felt surreal when my sister showed up.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Sam says as we enter the farm house. I set the basket of eggs on the counter and shush him.

“I love the song, Sam,” I say, “and it’s comforting to know that there are other people in the valley that have felt what I feel… It just broke my heart to see that my sister is seeing our Dad for who he is. I hoped that he would be better for her.” I flop down on my couch in distraught and run my hands down my face. Sam, who’s still in my kitchen, stares at me for a while before turning quickly on his heel to my bedroom. I’m shocked by his sudden movements but am too exhausted and overwrought to get up. I hear him rifle through something in my bedroom and a couple minutes later he comes out with my backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Jesus christ this thing is heavy,” he says and sets it down on the kitchen table.

“What are you doing?” I ask while sitting up a little. 

“You’re coming to the sleepover,” he says, “you don’t have a choice. I’ve packed everything for you, except for your undies ‘cause I don’t wanna rifle through that drawer.” I laugh as he rambles and I get up from the couch. I take my backpack from him and empty some of the things in there like my coal, ore, and fiber. I grab a quick pair of panties from my dresser and stuff it into my backpack. 

“You better have not picked a whack ass outfit for tomorrow,” I say to Sam as I pet Miso goodbye and we walk out the door. We took the shortcut up the mountain to Sebastian’s house. “You do sleepovers at Seb’s pretty often?” I ask. 

“Yea since we were kids. Seb has the most privacy and space and Robin isn’t like mine or Abby’s moms, always checking in on us,” Sam says as we pass by the bus stop. 

“What do you do at the sleepovers?” I ask, looking down at my boots as we walk.

“Oh, Farmer, don’t tell me you’ve never had a sleepover before?” Sam asks and I look up at him and on his face is a shit-eating grin. Yoba, he sees right through me. I blush.

“Hey man, with a dead mom and a dad who hates you, you end up being the weird kid,” I say, “besides from my roommates in college, I’ve never had a sleepover.” Sam shakes his head from side to side. “My sister would get invited to a ton.”

“Well, we will sometimes play Solarian chronicles, watch movies, play video games, listen to music, we talk… As soon we all became adults we added weed and alcohol into the mix,” Sam says. 

“It sounds like fun,” I say, “do you all sleep in the same bed?” I ask. Sam shakes his head.

“Abby takes Seb’s bed and Seb and I sleep on his pull-out couch. But now you’re here, so you can take the bed with Abby.” The only other person, besides a one night stand, that I’ve ever shared a bed with was my sister and that was when we were little. I hoped and prayed that my nightmares wouldn’t be bad tonight. After the gig in the city, my nightmares became frequent again and I’ve started remembering bits and pieces. They’re not as clear as the one about the car accident but I know they’re about Brynne. I’ve been thinking about telehealthing my therapist but the more I think about it, I highly doubt Dad has kept me on his insurance and getting insurance as a self-employed person has been hard. I’ve been trying to have better coping mechanisms but in doing so I’ve relapsed on cigarettes. Alex and I chat once a week and my fill-the-void lust feelings have been low but my lungs were not happy with me. I would be embarrassed if I woke up the three of them at the sleepover because I couldn’t get my childish nightmares under control. 

We show up at the house in the woods and walk through the front door. We say hi to Robin as she finishes up some paperwork at her desk and tread downstairs to where Sebastian’s room is. Abby’s already down there, laying upside down on the couch while Sebastian works on his computer.

“Seb keeps saying one more line but then does like twenty more! Sam, pull him out of it!” Abby whines when she sees us. I look over at Sebastian and his eyes run across his computer screen over and over again. I sit down next to Abby and she moves her body to the side so that her legs rested on my lap and her head near the arm of the couch. “Hey girl, I haven’t seen you in forever! I need my fill of farmer gossip. Are you still hooking up with Alex?” she asks. Sebastian’s head snaps up and his candy colored eyes look into mine.

“What?”

“So that’s what gets you to look up from your computer?” Sam sighs and throws his backpack down.

“It’s been a couple months,” I say, “we decided we’re better as friends.” Sebastian exhales then goes back to his work.

“What the fuck!” Sam yells at him.

“You told me you used to fuck around in college?” Abby asks. I nod. Her questions are genuine and strictly girl talk and it’s what I love about Abby. There’s no ulterior motive, she just genuinely wants to have more girl friends and they’re hard to come around in the valley. “You know who else used to fuck around?” She holds her hand up near her face and points in Sebastian’s direction.

“I can hear you, you know,” Sebastian says and then gets up from his computer.

“Finally!” Sam exclaimed while digging in his backpack. “I brought an indica, sativa, and a hybrid. I also brought my extended pack for solarian and Mario Kart, and a couple frozen pizzas,” he says while taking each thing out of his bag. Sebastian gets off his computer and pulls down a sheet and sets it up on the wall opposite of his bed and sets up a projector.

We watched movies, played Solarian, talked, and smoked weed. The only time I stepped out was to accept a phone call from my sister. It was short and quick and I mentioned I was hanging out with friends. Her praise for me making new friends warmed my heart. As I was walking inside, Robin came pounding down the stairs from her room. She’s holding an old photo album.

“There you are!” she says, “I have to show you these photos of Sebby when he was a kid.” She shows me a photo of him with spaghetti on his head, him with a stuffed Jumino, him holding baby Maru, all the classic baby photos. My heart swells when I look at his chubby cheeks. I’ve never been one for kids but I always loved baby pictures of my friends. 

“He’s so adorable,” I say while pointing to a picture of him, Sam, and Abby when they were kids. The basement door opens and Sebastian comes upstairs.

“Absolutely not,” he says while grabbing my wrist. His movements are aggressive but his grip on me is surprisingly gentle. 

“Aw c’mon,” I say as he drags me down the stairs, “you were so cute.” He shakes his head back and forth. 

“What are you saying I’m not cute now?” he quips as he opens the door. Abby with her second-hand high is curled up on Sebastian’s bed watching the projector and Sam’s in the bathroom. I laugh to try and calm down my pounding heart and hide the blush from my face

“Hmm… You’re pretty cute,” I say, “but your chubby cheeks and ginger hair take the cake.” He nudges me in the shoulder and we sit back down with Abby who’s watching Three From Hell. Sam comes out of the bathroom and sits on the bed with us, Smushing me between Sebastian and Abby. Sebastian drapes his arm over my shoulder to get more comfortable and I hook one of my legs over Abby’s as Sam lights up another joint. 

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I’m jolted awake by whatever dream I was having. My breathing is heavy and small beads of sweat coat my hairline on my forehead. Abby’s still crashed out next to me and I think I see Sam on the pullout bed still asleep. My hands shake as I rip the covers off of me and get up. I dug in my backpack for the pack of cigarettes I had bought at Joja. They were the most disgusting cigarettes I’v ever smoked but they’re the only thing around. Once I secure my pack and lighter and make my way towards the lake. The cold fall air sent a chill down my spine and I wrapped my hoodie around my body tighter. A tall silhouette stands near the lake as well and I can only assume it’s my formerly ginger friend. I stand next to him and light my cigarette. He jumps a bit but realizes it’s just me.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks. I take a long inhale and sigh out the smoke. 

“I assume you can’t either,” I say and take a seat at the edge of the water.

“Never can,” he says and follows my lead by sitting down next to me. We sit in silence for a moment and chain smoke before I break the silence.

“So… you used to sleep around?” He laughs and shakes his head.

“I was wondering the same thing about you,” he says, “Yea, I did. There were a couple of forums online I used to frequent when I was eighteen. Mainly married couples looking for someone to cuck the husbands. Some turned into affairs, others were strictly for fun… I stopped when I was twenty-three after having a really weird situationship with a married woman,” he takes a long drag of his cigarette, “Sam and Abby only know about the cucking. Not the affairs.”

“You lose your virginity to a married woman?” I ask teasingly. He shakes his head.

“Nah. Lost it to Haley when we were fourteen. We’re still friendly, she told me later on that I helped her come to terms with her being gay so I guess it was for the better,” he says, “don’t mention anything though, I’m not sure how out she is.” I wouldn’t have pegged Haley as gay but it made sense. 

“They used to call me the ‘man maker’ in college,” I say, “as I’m sure you’ve figured out I have a guilty pleasure for gridball players and by the time I was a sophomore I had gone through everyone on the team that liked women. I started hooking up with the freshmen and then they started sending their friends who were virgins to me. I didn’t know they were calling me that until I became friends with one of them.”

“Did you lose your virginity in college?”

“Nah, I was sixteen. I was too young, honestly. I should’ve waited,” I said. Sebastian nods his head. 

“I should’ve too.” We’re silent again for a second but this time he’s the one to break it. 

“So… You’ve hooked up with Alex?” he asked. I nod and light another cigarette. 

“Was filling the void. I think he was too.”

“And this was around that time you had the dream about the crash?” he asks me and tosses the filter aside.

“You remember that?”

“I remember everything.” He lays down and looks up at the stars. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them.

“Do you have trouble sleeping often?” I ask him. He sighs.

“Yea. Not sure why. I do stay up late for work, a lot of my clients are overseas so the deadlines are in the middle of the night…But ever since I was a kid I’ve never been a very good sleeper. I’m sure my mom has permanent bags under her eyes,” he says, “I assume your restlessness started after your mom passed?”

“Yes but it wasn’t just because of the nightmares. Dad took up drinking and would be up all night,” I say and lay back next to him. The stars were beautiful and clear, not like how they are in the city. The light pollution downs them out so much you can barely make out the big dipper. “Do you see any constellations?” I ask Sebastian. The only ones I could point out were the big and little dippers. I didn’t do much stargazing and I regret not asking Grandpa more about it. 

“Um, let's see,” Sebastian says. He looks around the sky and then eventually points. “That one’s Orion.” I scoot closer to him so I can properly see what he’s pointing at.

“The rectangle?” I ask.

“Yea! The three stars in the middle are his belt… Over there is Pisces.” He points a little further west from Orion. I squint and try to follow his finger.

“The alligator mouth?”

“Uh huh. It looks like two fish tied together, right?”

“I think I can see that,” I say and squint a little harder.

“It’s supposed to be her and her sons, Eros and Cupid,” says Sebastian. He puts his arm down. I shiver a bit as a gust of wind blows over us. As if he knew, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me into his chest. My heart starts slamming into my chest and I can’t control it. I know he can feel it, there’s no hiding it. I shiver again but not from the cold. “I’ve always been fascinated with Aphrodite. When I was hooking up with older women and getting into situationships and getting my heart shattered, I wondered if she was watching over me,” he continues. I want to look up at him but I can’t tear my eyes away from Pisces. I always thought that Aphrodite had abandoned me long ago. 

“But isn’t she the Goddess of love, not heartbreak?” I ask. He gives me a squeeze and my breath gets caught in my throat.

“As much as it hurt, I figured she had a plan. Accepting those thoughts helped me separate myself from that part of my life,” he says and moves onto his side to face me. I want to look at him but my body won’t let me. This is the moment I’ve thought about over and over and my body can’t bring itself to pull through. I feel Sebastain’s finger slip under my chin. “After all,” his finger pushes my chin up so that I’m looking at him. His dusky eyes are sparkling in the moonlight and it takes every brain cell I can muster to not get lost in them, “ending that part of myself has brought me here, hasn’t it?” I want to tell him that I know exactly what he means, how I’ve never felt more accepted and understood by a person until meeting him, but his finger and thumb hold my jaw and he gently squeezes my cheeks as our lips lock.

A softer moment for my favorite crusty neighbor (and an excuse to draw jellies!)

SDV fic

Eight.

TW: sex, alcohol consumption

I’m tending to my crops, plucking melons from their vines as it’s the end of the season. Occasionally, a cool breeze kisses my cheeks. Fall is almost here. As I’m placing some melons into my shipping bin, I see Alex bounding up the path to my farm. I’m caught off guard when he reaches me so quickly. He’s out of breath, panting. If I were to guess he probably played inside center or maybe outside. More muscle than agility. 

“Hey, Alex,” I say while leaning against my hoe, “what brings you out here?” Alex catches his breath and stands up straight. He grabs me by the waist, pulling me into him, and giving me a passionate kiss. I’m caught off guard but I don’t pull away. Thank Yoba he didn’t do that while I was holding produce. I would’ve been pissed if he made me drop a melon. He pulls away.

“I want you,” he says, still lingering over my lips, “no. I need you.” I laugh a little and pull away. I’ve gotten compliments on my head before but this? He must be kidding. Before I could tell him to run back home, he scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. I gasp and grab onto his shoulders. I had to give it to him, the spontaneity was really turning me on. He carries me up onto the porch and kicks my front door in. I’m gonna have to ask Robin to fix that later… He throws me down on my little bed. All the aggression and passion in the room scares Miso outside. He looms over me, undoing his belt and taking off his shirt before attacking me with his lips. He left bite marks from my collar bone down to my thighs. Is he going to return the favor? He rips off my shirt and yanks down my pants so that I’m only in my bra and panties. He kisses my hips and thighs before grabbing the fabric of my panties with his teeth and pulling them down. I shudder, thinking about what he could do with his tongue. He looks up at me and gives me a goofy but adorable grin. I brace myself for pleasure but I’m met with his fingers jamming inside me, moving back and forth. I winced as I definitely wasn’t wet enough for something to be inserted inside me. That, and he was just pumping his fingers inside me, like a makeshift cock. 

“Hey…” I start. He stops and raises his head.

“Something wrong?”

“Could you rub my clit a little? And then when you put your fingers back inside, could you do like a ‘come hither’ motion?” I ask. I feel a little embarrassed asking but if anyone was going to get off today, this needed to be done right. He furrowed his eyebrows together while staring into my cunt. He then turned a soft pink.

“Um… right here?” he asks while rubbing my labia. I know I got a bush going right now but clits stay in the same spot with or without hair around it. I take his hand and direct him to my clit. I’m not trying to embarrass him, just that if he’s also trying to fill the void with sex he should at least know what he’s doing. With or without me. He put slight pressure on my clit which felt good. I let out a little moan. Something then clicks in his brain which brings my hopes up. He then starts rubbing my clit like a DJ to a record. He’s going so fast I fear I’m going to get some sort of rug burn.

“Um, maybe let's try the fingers again?” I can tell he’s getting somewhat frustrated but listens to me and sticks his fingers back in. I feel a little dryer than I was but it’s nothing that I can’t push through. He moves his fingers in the way I told him to earlier. I relax as his fingers push gently against my g-spot and walls. “Yes,” I moan, “just like that.” As soon as it starts to get good, he pulls his fingers out and shoves his cock in. I’m a little disappointed but at least I’m wet enough to take something other than his fingers. He doesn’t try to ease into me but instead attempts to put as much of him as he can into me. I let out a little yelp when he finally gets all of himself inside me. 

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he says. Yea because I’m not fully ready yet. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him pound into me. Every other thrust he hits my g-spot but it’s not enough. I think he notices that I’m not having as much fun as he is and he starts rubbing my clit again in the same fashion as before. I let him keep doing his thing until he pulls out and finishes on my stomach. He slumps on the other side of my bed and I get up to get a towel. I wipe myself off and put my panties back on and return with some water and a snack for both of us. I tossed him the towel as well so he could wipe off his cock. I sit where I was laying before and we sit in silence while drinking our water and eating our snack. 

“So…” I start.

“So…” he copies, “we shouldn’t do that again, right?” I nod. 

“Yea. I don’t think we’re that sexually compatible,” I say. He shakes his head. 

“You’re just on a different level than me,” he says. My eyes widened. Please tell me I haven’t just taken this man's virginity. “You seem like you’ve been around the block a few times, which isn’t a bad thing! But including you, I’ve only had sex with three people,” he says. I sigh in relief. 

“Well,” I start, “so we agree that we shouldn’t keep having sex?” he nods and gives me a small smile. 

“You’re a little intimidating,” he says.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to embarrass or judge you in any way,” I say.

“I know. You’re just cool and really beautiful. It can be intimidating,” he says. I blush a little. 

“This doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends. Honestly, I let my own bad coping mechanisms lead to where we are. I really value our friendship and our talks,” I say. Alex smiles. 

“I kinda came clean to Haley about what happened at the ice cream stand. She thinks it’s good that I have someone to talk to about my mom, someone who can relate to me.”

“But about the sex?”

“Bad idea. And I think we all knew that. But at least we can be mature about this,” he says while getting off the bed and putting his clothes back on. I follow his lead, putting my jeans back on and then my shirt. I find my straw hat that has been tossed on the floor and put it back on.

“It’s a small town, in order to avoid burning bridges you have to be mature,” I say and give him a small peck on the cheek. I walk him out of the farm house and wave goodbye to him as he takes the path back to Pelican town. 

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After a hard day's work, I enter the saloon, giving Alex a wave as he plays with his dog nearby. I’m grateful that we can stay friends after that whole thing. I sit down at the nearly empty bar.

“Farmer!” Gus says, “haven’t seen you in a while. What brings you in here?” he asks.

“Had a long day, Gus,” I say, “could you fix me a pint and a plate of your delicious spaghetti?” I ask. Gus laughs as he puts a pint of ale in front of me. 

“I had a feeling you had come in for your usual.” When Robin was fixing up my kitchen, I came in here a lot for dinner. I tried everything he had to offer but what stuck out to me the most was his spaghetti. I had to get his recipe soon. Not many people were in the saloon on a wednesday. Just Pam, Gus, Emily, Shane, and I. I had gotten to know each of them well except for Shane. We had brief conversations but for the most part it seemed like he was waiting for me to stop talking to him. Emily says he’s weary of new people and I had to push it a little. I didn’t want to be too naggy so I figured small conversations would do the trick. 

“Hey Shane,” I say, scooching a bar stool seat closer to him. He grunts in response. By the way his eyes barely focused, I could tell he was already intoxicated. I take a sip of my beer. “I hear that you raise chickens at Marnie’s farm. I’m thinking about raising some myself. Got any tips?” His eyes light up and he leans a little closer to me. 

“Hay. Lots of hay. Pets too. They like to be coddled,” he says.

“Do you have a favorite chicken?” I ask, “you know, like a favorite child?” he laughs and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a picture of a chicken and as he does another photo falls out. 

“Charlie. Follows me everywhere. He’s my buddy,” he says as he puts the picture back into his wallet. He hasn’t noticed the other photo that fell out. I picked it up, it’s a picture of him and two other people holding a baby. I hand it back to them. 

“Important people of yours?” I ask, his eyes widen and I swear all the alcohol in his body disappeared. He rubs the back of his neck. 

“Old friends,” he says, “Jas’ parents.” From his tone I can tell that they’re a sensitive topic. That, and Jas lives with him and Marnie. Something must’ve happened to them. 

“I see. Jas looks just like her mother. I’m sure she's going to grow up into a beautiful woman,” I say. Shane nods and looks at the picture a little longer before slipping it back into his wallet. Gus hands me my spaghetti and Shane asks for his tab. Once it’s paid he turns and smiles at me. I’m caught off guard and I try to not have my jaw hit the floor. This is a first.

“It was good chattin’ with you, Farmer,” he says, “it’s about Jas’ bedtime so I should get back to tuck her in.” And he leaves without another word. Before I can take my first bite, Emily rushes over to me. 

“What did you say to Shane to make him leave the bar early?” she asks in shock. I shrug. 

“A picture fell out of his wallet. I asked him about it and he said they were Jas’ parents,” I said, “it seemed like a sensitive topic so I just said that Jas looks like her mom.” 

“Ah, yes. This isn’t my place to say but I’m sure you’ve already put two and two together but Jas’ parents died in a really bad car accident. Shane is Jas’ Godfather and they moved in with Marnie shortly after they passed,” Emily says. I shake my head. 

“I can relate to that. My mom also passed away in a car accident but I was a couple years older than Jas when it happened,” I say, “I also can’t imagine losing my best friends and taking care of their offspring.”

“I never knew that Shane before the accident but I imagine it’s what brings him to drink. He’s told me that he was a semi-pro gridball player before but gave it all up to move here and raise Jas. He hasn’t left the bar before close in a long time,” she says. I had heard that Shane was a gridball player but semi-pro? Incredible. “It’s nice to see that there’s another friendly face in this town for him,” Emily says. I smile, pay for my tab, then leave.

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