On The Square

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(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

On The Square

On The Square

Jamie Russell

I grew up in Middleton, Mississippi in the heart of the Delta. After high school, I worked in construction, going from place to place depending on the availability of work. When I was 28, my parents passed away and I inherited their 160-acre farm. It was more than enough work to keep two people busy. I had been working in Monroe and keeping company with a 26-year old girl, who was a clerk at Wal-Mart. Like me, she had grown up on a farm and liked the idea of living on a farm. Her parents' farm and its mortgage had gone to her brothers when her parents died. Her name was Amelia McBride and I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She was a slender five foot six with brown eyes, perky nose, and narrow but very kissable lips. Her package was topped by light-brown shoulder-length hair. Her measurements were 34C-23-33. I always called her Ellie because that's what her Wal-Mart badge said.

She accepted my proposal and we were married by a JP in Ouachita Parish. We packed up all our earthly possessions in my pickup and drove to Middleton. She loved the farm I had inherited. Her only disappointment was that there was no Wal-Mart in Middleton. Middleton must have been the only county seat in Mississippi that didn't have a Wal-Mart. However, around the square and for a half-block or so off the square, there was a plethora of shops that had everything she needed, it just took a little hunting to find it. For food we couldn't grow on the farm, there were grocery stores on the outskirts of town.

On Saturdays, I would take her into town, park my pickup on the square and joined the guys on the northeast lawn of the courthouse to chat about the weather, politics, the market for soybeans and many other things of great importance to the farmers of Middle County. Some of us whittled and some of us smoked, and some of us never knew quite what to do with our hands.

The largest farmer in the area was Randall Covington, who had about 800 acres of fine farmland and also was a very big man, a little portly but not overly so, because he was a working farmer, although he had a few hired hands, both black and white. I had turned down the offer to be one of his hired hands when I graduated, choosing the higher pay of construction work.

Most Saturdays I would hang out with the guys on the courthouse lawn until Ellie called me to come pick her and her purchases up. This Saturday she actually came to the square and called me over, but not before Randy commented, "Who is this pretty wench walking onto the square like she owns it?"

"That's my wife," I replied, meeting her just off the sidewalk and kissing her cheek. She had something she wanted to show me before buying it so I meekly followed her back across the street and down one of the side streets. It was a really nice grey body con sun dress. The one she liked was light grey. It looked fantastic on her. She asked if I thought it was too tight. I thought it was perfect for going dancing on a Saturday night. It was quite tight, as is used a high stretch fabric. She asked if we were going dancing tonight. I told her sure. We would eat dinner in town and then go dancing, which was something we rarely did more than once a month. She told the sales clerk she would wear it. She hugged me and said thanks and that she still had some more shopping to do. It was a couple of hours later when she showed up and told me she was ready to go to dinner.

Randy must have spotted Ellie first because he called out, "Hey, Jamie's wife. Come over here. Is that a new dress?"

She walked up to me and kissed me and then, looking at Randy, she said, "Brand new. Can you see any tags?"

He replied, "No, but come closer and let us have a good look. It looks fantastic on you!"

She turned and walked over near Randy, as he continued his commentary, "Jamie, you have got one hot wife. You better take good care of her, or someone else will!"

As she stood a couple of feet away, he said, "Turn around and let us look at the other side. What's your name?"

A little shyly, she told him, "Ellie."

He replied, "A pretty name for a pretty girl in a pretty dress. Come a little closer. We don't bite!"

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. Then he took one hand and squeezed her buttock while smirking at me. I took a step closer, but she pulled his hand off her buttock and walked over to me, saying, "I'm hungry, Jamie. Let's go eat!"

I held my arm out, she took it, and arm in arm we crossed the street toward where my truck was parked.

I explained, "Randy is a sort of an asshole. We will have to be careful around him."

She responded, "I thought he was a buddy of yours."

I continued, "We often talk when we meet on the square, but he's not my friend."

She commented, "That was not a friendly butt grab."

I replied, "No, it wasn't. I sorry that happened."

She answered, "It's okay. I don't know what else you could do without causing a scene."

I told her, "Maybe that's what I needed to do."

She said, "No, that's never a good idea."

I drove to K & K Steak House, which is the best steakhouse in town, probably because it's the only steakhouse in town. We got a nice table and a couple of beers while we waited for our food to be prepared. I was slightly started to see Randy come strolling in. He saw us and walked right up to our table like he owned the place. He asked, "I'm alone. May I join you?"

I told him, "Ellie and I were planning to have a private romantic dinner."

He continued, "I wanted to apologize for this afternoon. I think I was a little out of line. Would you let me pay for your dinners tonight by way of apology?"

Ellie said, "That's not necessary. It's already forgotten."

He said, "No, I don't want you to remember as an obnoxious asshole. Let me pay and give me a chance to show that I'm a better man than that!"

I told him again, "We wanted to have a private romantic dinner!"

Ellie interrupted, "It's alright, Jamie! It's not that big a deal. You guys will be seeing each other again next Saturday and a lot of Saturdays after that."

Reluctantly, I replied, "If that's what you want, sweetheart."

Randy quickly pulled another chair up to our table for two. The waitress came over, "I'd like the large sirloin dinner and a lager beer. And put everything for this table on my bill!" he said, smiling, mostly at Ellie. As was the case on Saturday afternoons on the square, he monopolized a lot of the conversation. He talked a lot about the problems of managing a crew of hired hands and handling the other issues of a large farm, even though the non-hired hand issues were the same as for my smaller farm, just on a larger scale.

The bad thing about a small town is that there are not too many options. There was only one first class honky tonk with live music. It shouldn't have surprised me that the jackass Randy showed up there. Ellie likes to dance and although I'm not as good a dancer as she, I still enjoy dancing with her. Randy brought over three beers and then asked Ellie to dance with him, completely disrespecting me. Ellie looked over at my frowning face and seemed to be thinking about how to turn him down. He told her it's not that big a deal, you'll be back with Jamie in a few minutes.

That would have been true if they had only danced one dance but they danced three. I was beginning to think I would have to cut in just to get one dance with her. On the fourth dance they seemed to be disagreeing but he more or less dragged her into dancing more. I timed myself to reach them just as the fourth song ended.

Ellie

Randy was the brash kind of arrogant asshole that I didn't like in high school and liked even less now. I couldn't believe he was pawing my butt in broad daylight on the courthouse square. Actually, it was a little exciting to have his big hands on my body, but I was in love with my husband. I might get a little thrill from another man, but I knew who I was going home with.

Then Jamie and I went out to dinner. It is a small town, but it didn't seem entirely coincidental that Randy showed up at the steakhouse. It was nice of him to pay for our dinners; still, I wasn't sure if it was an apology or if he was still trying to get between Jamie and me.

To top it all off he showed up at the same dance hall that we did. He did pay for a round of drinks, and I was willing to share one dance with him. I have to admit, he was an excellent dancer, but after three dances, I had to insist that we had danced enough. He was even more insistent on one more dance. I did enjoy the dances with Randy, but I was glad that Jamie showed up just as our fourth dance was ending.

I was proud that Jamie said, "Unless you have an objection, I'd like to spend some time with my wife!"

Randy tried to act as though Jamie was overreacting by replying to him, "I would never come between a man and his wife, even when she's as hot as Ellie!"

Since Randy and I both had fresh drinks waiting for us, the three of us returned to our table, with me having both arms wrapped around Jamie's arm, and Randy's hand on my arm. We had a somewhat uncomfortable conversation, beginning with Randy ostensibly speaking to Jamie across me, "Your wife is an excellent dancer!"

Jamie replied, curtly, "I'm aware of that!"

Trying to calm things down, I commented, "Jamie, Randy is a very good dancer!"

He replied, "A strong lead is he!"

When the next song started, Randy again asked, "May I have this dance, Ellie?"

I responded, "I believe my husband has this dance," and turned my back to Randy, taking Jamie's hand to be led back to the dance floor.

We danced a couple of dances and when we returned to our table, we saw that Randy was gone. I hoped that was the end of our issues with Randy, at least for the night. That was not to be. We did get a couple of dances in together. However, when we got back to our table, we again had three fresh beers, and Randy was back. I whispered to Jamie, "Let me handle this."

We chatted during the next number and when the songs changed, Randy asked me to dance with him. It happened to be a slow number. Randy, of course, wanted us to dance as close as possible. I told him, "Randy, you seem like a reasonable guy. Can you give us a break? I love my husband and I want to dance with him. You're sort of being an obtrusive third wheel."

He said, "Ellie, I'm sorry. I guess the butterfly just flittered too close to the flame. I've really been overwhelmed by your beauty and personality. I'll try to control myself better in the future."

He acted like he had heard me. He quit trying to hold me so tight, and when the dance was over, he took me back to Jamie. He even thanked Jamie for letting me dance with him. That was the end of our problems for the night; however, it was not the end of Randy trying to get something going with me. Jamie and I did talk about the 'Randy' issue, and we decided that on the ensuing Saturdays I would call Jamie rather than visiting him on the courthouse square.

I don't know how Ellie does it all, but she not only helps me with the fieldwork, but she also keeps the house up, fixes meals, and, in addition to all that, maintains a vegetable garden, which provides fresh vegetables for us almost year round. We also have an orchard, where we grow apples, pears, plums, peaches, and pecans for our own use. Ellie handles this all by herself except that I help her harvest the fruits and pecans.

This year her garden was doing very well. The county agent had been very helpful in selecting items to plant and providing insight into the best times for planting. He suggested that she enter some of the competitions at the county fair. She decided that she would like to enter several of the fruit and vegetable competitions.

Of all people, Randy showed up at our farm. He told me that he had come as a representative of the county fair competition committee to look at her fruits and vegetables in situ, as she had entered several different competitions. I was in the midst of changing oil on some of our farm equipment, and I didn't want to stop in the middle. I satisfied myself with occasional checks of what was going on in the garden and orchard from the barn where I was working on our tractors and other motorized equipment. The biggest job was our combine which took seventeen quarts of oil and was not designed for easy access to the engine components. The garden was not too far from where I was working; however, parts of the orchard were farther and once they were deep in the orchard, their visibility was somewhat obscured. While in the garden, I could hear them chatting and the occasional giggle from Ellie. As they moved on to the farther parts of the orchard, it was not so clear what they were doing.

Ellie

After the fiasco at the dance hall, I was quite surprised to see Randy show up our doorstep. He explained that he was representing the Marsalis County Home and Garden Competition Committee and was doing a sanity check to see that I was indeed growing the fruits and vegetables that I would be entering in several of the competitions. It seemed unusual to me. Jamie came in from the barn where he was working and said hello. Randy's explanation seemed to satisfy him and he went back to working on the farm equipment.

Although smiling and flirting a little, Randy seemed to mostly be business-like as he checked my garden out row by row, complementing on how well my vegetables and melons seemed to be doing. We then moved into the orchard, where he seemed quite impressed with the variety and health of the fruit trees. As we moved deeper into the orchard he seemed to be overcome with his impressions and became somewhat handsy, telling me what a wonderful green thumb I had. I explained that I had merely followed the advice of the county agent and that I was no 'horticultural genius.'

As he enjoyed the fruit of a pecan that he picked up off the ground, he asked me if I would consider looking at his garden and fruit trees. He told me that although he wasn't planning on entering the competition, he considered a garden and orchard to be a source of healthy food for him, his hired hands, and their families. He pointed out that multiple members of some of the families worked his fields, and he felt some obligation to them. He also suggested that if Jamie and I wanted to pick up some extra money he had plenty of work to do at harvest time. I pointed out that we had our own harvest to be concerned with. He suggested that we could work his harvest when ours was 'in the elevator.'

While under the pecan trees and the farthest point of the orchard from the barn where Jamie was working, Randy embraced and kissed me. I tried to slap him, but he grabbed my wrists defensively. He told me, "I don't know what I'm going to do. I think of you constantly. I think that you're the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I'm sorry that I don't seem to be able to keep my desires under control."

Thank goodness he didn't know that my only body covering was the sun dress that I was wearing and I was also glad that he didn't know how wet I was. He was a very sexy man although I would never tell him that. We walked back to the barn where Jamie was working. He told Jamie, "I'm very impressed with what Ellie has done with the garden and orchard. I also think we might be able to help each other out at harvest time. Why don't you come over to my place for dinner Thursday night and discuss ways we could help each other out. I'm thinking cash for you guys and more profits for both of us. Consider it a working supper where we can discuss grain storage, harvesting schedules and gardening."

I could tell Jamie was not enthusiastic about Randy's proposal, but he looked at me, and I was noncommittal, so he accepted Randy's invitation. After Randy left, Jamie told me, "I don't really want to drag you over to Randy's house, but I guess we'll be okay if we go home early before we drink much."

I agreed that it was probably better not to unnecessarily antagonize Randy, and it was possible that we might find some mutually beneficial ways of working together even though his operation was five or six times the size of ours.

As we expected, Randy presented us with highballs as soon as we arrived. Then he gave us a tour of his farmstead. Although larger than ours, his gardening and orchard enterprise seemed to be less healthy than ours. Most impressive was his combine barn which Jamie estimated to hold over a million dollars' worth of combines, all of them larger than ours. It was a very nice dinner served by the wife and daughters of one of Randy's black hired hands. For a moment, it seemed like something out of nineteenth century Mississippi. After dinner, as we sat in his den with mixed drinks, Randy started talking about a combined effort at harvest time. His crew would harvest our fields in days, rather than weeks for ten percent of the harvest. Jamie sat in the middle of a couch while Randy sat behind his desk and I sat in an easy chair.

As Randy continued his spiel, it seemed that Jamie was nodding off, which was unusual behavior for him. He usually could hold his liquor better than that. Randy was giving salacious looks up and down my body. The really strange thing was that I seemed to becoming more and more aroused and excited by his viewing of my body and his warm, baritone voice.

It was like I was in a dream, but not asleep. I saw Randy stand up and go over to Jamie. He lightly pushed his shoulder and Jamie fell over on the sofa. Randy lifted his legs onto the sofa after removing his shoes. He then took an Afghan decorating the back of the sofa and dropped it over Jamie.

He then came and helped me up from my easy chair. He then sat in the chair and pulled me into his lap and started making out with me. His kisses were nice, I was horny as hell, and it seemed counter productive to resist his onslaught. I wrapped my arms around his neck and energetically kissed him back. My arousal was going off the charts.

He helped me to my feet and then led me down a hall to a bedroom with a king-size bed as its centerpiece. He pulled the upper bedclothes off and then turned to me and after another passion-filled kiss, He unzipped my dress and lifted it over my head. I don't know why but cooperating by lifting my arms seemed like the right thing to do at the time even though it was clearly the wrong thing. He then unfastened my bra, dropping it to the floor and then pulled my panties all the way down, pulling my shoes and socks off at the same time. He told me to lay down on the bed, which I dutifully did. It never occurred to me to do anything other than what he suggested.

He quickly stripped himself and then joined me in the bed, pulling my legs apart to give him access to my most private parts. He began licking along my slit with his rather large tongue. Next, he attacked my clit and it seemed like only a few moments until my hips were bucking in the throes of my first orgasm. I was totally at his mercy and he showed none. He took his large manhood and began rubbing it along my slit and perineum. I wanted him inside me, as the call of my pussy to be filled was taking all of my attention. I was beyond moist. He easily slid himself in and began thrusting himself in and out of my love canal. I was crying out my thrill and joy as he continued to pound my pubis. I'm sure Jamie would have heard my exclamations of ecstasy had he not been dead to the world. Randy was well above average in size and he knew how to use his instrument of feminine delight. Never in my life had I cum so many times. Every few orgasms, he would change our positions. I didn't know there were so many ways to fuck, and this was undoubtedly fucking, as he banged me to one body-shaking climax after another. Finally, he came. I was on cloud nine and I think he must have been about the same.