The Savior of the Font

Chapter 9

 "Faith, are you sure you have time for this?"

It's the second morning since the storm. The sky has been cloudless ever since and the heat has been unbearable. Faith and I are in an old barn on the edge of Sam's property. The space has been turned into a mechanic shop of sorts. There are a couple of half dissected tractors and a blue Ford F150 from somewhere around the mid-teens with the hood up. Faith is knelt next to an old Honda Shadow motorcycle that's as black as her hair. Her socket wrench ratchets with each twist, the sound echoing in the large structure.

"Look," she says without taking her eyes off her work. "Ted is going to be on that bus and he's going to ask me how his bike is coming. I gotta at least do enough to give him an honest progress report."

"Where did you even learn to do this stuff?" I ask. "I don't exactly remember you being handy with a wrench back in college."

Faith stands and walks over to a workbench on the far wall. She tosses the wrench down. The impact rattles other tools scattered about the handmade wooden surface. With her right hand, she wipes the sweat from her forehead, leaving a smear of oil and grease in its place. Her bare arms look about the same. "Sam showed me the basics and I just kinda took to it. Got a couple of books about it over there somewhere." She gestures vaguely towards the corner of the barn with one hand while taking a swig from a water bottle in the other. "This became my distraction when I wasn't working." She laughs, but not because she's amused. "I guess I just find something calming about taking broken things and making them work again."

"Well, you're getting filthy and there's no time to take a shower before the bus gets here," I remind her.

Faith walks towards me. I'm leaning against the wall opposite the workbench. It's late morning. A box of bright sunlight illuminates the dusty floor from the entrance to nearly the center of the barn. She crosses through the light and her tan skin glows. I can smell the grease on her skin and shirt. The smear of oil across her forehead looks like some kind of warpaint. She grins devilishly. "I may not have time to get clean, but I've got time to get you dirty."

My breaths quicken as she leans in to kiss me. Her filthy hands wrap around my waist. I know she's ruining my white dress adorned with blue and purple flowers, but goddamn is it worth it. She pulls away but I just lean in. We can't kiss forever, but I need just another moment. Still, when our lips part, I can't help but be left wanting. I sigh with a smile. This is bliss.

"I can't wait to get you back to Charlotte."

"I'm sure you can't," she replies. "I just... I hope you'll give me some time to adjust once we get there. I've been out of the city for quite a while."

"Of course," I assure her with another kiss. "I'm here for you."

"Thanks," she says with a warm smile.

"So," I start while rubbing my fingers delicately down her arms. "How serious were you about getting me dirty before we have to go?"

Faith takes a glance over her shoulder to make sure we're still alone. With a devilish grin, she leans in again. As our lips meet and she pushes my back against the wall. Her right-hand slides down my leg and grips the bottom of my dress. As she pulls up the fabric my body heats up. Her hand rests against my pussy and I feel a finger rub against my clit through my panties. I gasp. My fingernails dig into her arm. My low moan echoes off the ceiling. Faith works her finger in small circles. With each pass, she pushes and then lets up. My legs go weak.  If I wasn't against the wall I'd probably collapse. Though I can barely stand, I gently move my hips with the rhythm of her motions.

It's been a full day since the night she took me, and with each passing hour, I've been living my fantasy. Twice now I've gotten to wake up to her smiling face next to me, her naked body pressed against mine. Of course, when I used to fantasize about being with Faith, it certainly wasn't on a farm in the middle of nowhere. I spent all day yesterday helping her out in the fields. It was backbreaking work, but being with her made it rather enjoyable. The occasional quick fuck behind the barn or out in the tall cornstalks helped to break up the day as well.