Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Gloveless

I have found, there is a difference between men and women. Besides the obvious difference that they have this wonderful toy called a penis. See, their toy is great. I mean, they can go anywhere and play with that toy. Go to the bathroom, play with the toy. Stuck in traffic, play with the toy. They don't even have to take their clothes off. They whip it out and go to town. And don't get me started on balls. Now those are dam fun. Fun indeed. I see a guy scratching his junk and all I can thin, is one day. I want to take that shit for a test drive for one day. Okay. So back to the not so obvious difference. Guys, they don't dwell on things. They let it roll and keep going. Girls think and obsess about every little comment that is made.

So apparently, I am not a girl. Not really. I don't do that. And Derek, I think he is obsessing about my comment to him. I think he is thinking about the other guys. I don't know why he would care. Other guys wouldn't cut down on his fuck. Not to mention, there are no guys on this list. And I don't even know if I will ever see Derek again. I am not reserving a spot in my life for him. I have no reason to.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." Derek says nonchalantly from the passenger seat of my Jeep. I don't bother looking at him. I look at the road. I look where I am supposed to.

"Oh... Are you?" I ask. Like I don't know. I more than know. I have been weaning myself off from his sex drug. I have been preparing for the jump off the sex train. I have known for a long time. But I need to pretend I didn't. "I guess I didn't realize."

"Yeah... I think we are leaving early in the morning." Derek pointed out as he sat there in a slump. He was quiet. Strangely quiet.

"That sounds like a boatload of fun." I joke as I drive along. My uncle has the biggest mouth in the history of man. And it can't be a pleasure cruise to sit there with Mark.

"So... Are you going to be around tonight?" Derek asks as he sits there, looking out the window. He is being foolish. He is being quiet. He is acting differently than he usually does.

"Um.. I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not." I tell him with a shrug. I guess in my own way, I am just as foolish as he. I don't want him to think I need it. I don't want him to think I crave the sex as badly as I do. So I pretend I don't care. "You want sex..." I mutter, making it look like he is the needy one.

"Of course I want sex." He tells me simply. "And you don't?" He asks with a chuckle.

"Everyone wants sex." I respond frankly. I stand by that. I am fairly certain that everyone does want sex. Or at least anyone who has tasted and enjoyed that oh so sweet treat. "So to answer your question... Yes, I want sex." I tell him with a nod as I pull in front of the barn.

To say the sexual tension was strong would be a slight understatement. It was beyond strong. As we walk in the barn, I only have one thing in my head. I want sex, and I want it now. So that means I have to run. I have to get the hell away from him because if I don't, I will jump him right then and their, and my horses are hungry.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Derek asks as he walks into the feed room. He has a shit eating grin on his face. He knows. I know that he knows. "What's the big hurry?" He chuckles loudly.

"I just need to get things done." I tell him as I rush past with grain scoops in my hand. "Here, go feed that one." I tell him as I point. As he walls away, I take a look at that ass. The perfect ass. I even like grabbing it as I suck hard on his cock. It really is the perfect ass.

"What else do you want me to do?" Derek asks as he walks in. I hand him another scoop and point to another horse. I have to keep him busy. I have to keep him busy to keep him away from me. "Geez, Mer... You are so tense." He tells me as he walks back in and I nearly jump to the ceiling like a cat.