Blossoms of Love

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Authors: Juanita Jane Foshee
she put her arms around his waist and they went down the highway. Lamont turned off on a deserted road. The girl giggled, “Where are we going?” He yelled, “To the creek.” He turned off the dirt road and drove through a field. Finally he stopped the cycle by the creek. She had been flirting with him all evening. Lamont had drank enough beer that he felt happy. He looked at her. She wasn’t bad looking. She asked, “You don’t remember me do you?” Lamont grinned, “I’m afraid I don’t.” She said, “I knew you didn’t. I was two grades behind you in school. I graduated with Berry. I’m Betty Jean Dentson. You played football with my brother, Don.” Lamont said, “I remember your brother. He was a damn good tackle.” She slipped her hands under his tee-shirt, rubbing her hands up and down his back. “I’d like to know you better Monty. I had a crush on you in school.” Lamont began unbuttoning her blouse. She made no move to stop him. When he removed the blouse completely, his eyes focused on her well-developed breasts. He began undressing quickly. She could see he was very well equipped. She put her hands on him, “Oh Monty, your body is just as beautiful as your face.” She teased, “If you want me honey, you’ve got to finish undressing me.” Without a word he took her jeans off then her panties. They laid down on the grass. The only sounds were crickets and their heavy breathing. She begged, “Give it to me honey.” She moaned with delight. In minutes their lovemaking was over. As they dressed Betty said, “Man, you’re a great lover. You can have me anytime.” He grinned, “Sorry kid. I just won’t be around.” Betty said, “That’s a damn shame. I like the way you make love.”
    David was outside the bar when they got back. The bar was closed. Betty kissed Lamont as he got off the cycle. “It was real nice. When you come back, look me up.” Then she rode off. Lamont asked David, “Been waiting long?” David answered, “Not long. The bar just closed ten minutes ago.”
    On their way to the house Lamont asked, “Did you have any luck?” David said, “I got in bed with her but she wasn’t much.” Lamont laughed, “You should have been with me. That gal was hot enough for both us. Man, she knew how to make love.” David said, “Damn. Why do you always get the hot ones?” Lamont laughed aloud, “I know how to pick them.”
    They quietly slipped into the house so they wouldn’t wake anyone. David had to sleep with Lamont. When they got to the bedroom, David got two quilts. Lamont whispered, “Where are you going?” David whispered, “I’m going to sleep on the couch downstairs. I haven’t had a good nights sleep since I’ve been here. You’re a good pal and a great friend, but your a hell of a bed fellow.” Lamont laughed, “Sweet dreams bud.”
    When Dorothy Ellman got up to prepare breakfast, she saw David on the couch. She went over to him, “David are you sick?” David opened his eyes. He yawned and said, “No Mrs. Ellman.” She went to the kitchen. He followed her. She said, “I’ll have some coffee ready in just a few minutes.” David said, “I was on the couch so I could get a good nights sleep. Your son Monty is a great guy. I love him like a brother but he sure is hard to sleep with.” Dorothy laughed, “Johnny and Monty used to sleep together. Johnny always fussed.” David smiled, “I pity the girl he marries.” She poured David a cup of coffee, “I heard you and Monty come home. Was Monty drunk?” David said, “No he wasn’t drunk. We both drank some beer but neither of us was drunk.” Dorothy began frying the eggs, “I worry about him Dave. Monty has always been a little wild.” David assured her, “Now don’t worry Mom Ellman. He may be a little wild but no more than any young man. Monty can take care of himself.” Dorothy sighed, “I hope you’re right.” David said, “I sure do like this country. Some day I’d like to

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