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Haley scowled as Willy guided her off of his boat, trying to carefully avoid the loose nets and random debris that covered the dock. She tried her best to look grateful to the captain— he did ferry her out to the island early, hours before he normally allowed passengers— but the slimy dock covered in fish scales and seagull poop caused her to wrinkle her nose. She thanked him as she headed toward the beach, searching for the tell tale light of the lifeguard’s station.
Five years ago, you wouldn’t have been able to pay Haley to leave her bed before the sun was up, but today she had set her alarm to four to make it to Ginger Island in time to watch the sunrise, and it was all that stupid Farmer’s fault. When the Farmer had first moved to Pelican Town, Haley hadn’t paid her much mind. She spent her days in the mud, planting seeds and rolling around with chickens or pigs, or whatever. But as the Farmer settled in and began to make an effort to get to know people in town, Haley’s problems had started.
When the Farmer made an effort, she was pretty, beautiful even. Some kind of feeling formed in the pit of Haley’s stomach; jealousy, she figured. Haley had always been doted on as the pretty child, and had been the Flower Queen every year for as long as she could remember. The Farmer’s beauty was a threat, Haley tried to rationalize, and made snide comments when the Farmer was near, or acted in other childish ways.
The Farmer persisted, though. She made an effort to get to know Haley, befriend Haley, which is when Haley began to realize some things about herself. Memorizing the angles of the Farmer’s face wasn’t because she was studying her enemy, as she had been telling herself for the past year. Trying on the shirts that the Farmer had brought to Emily to mend wasn’t research. Picturing how the Farmer looked in her swimsuit, late at night alone in her bed wasn’t something straight girls did.
The thought had originally scared Haley. Her sexuality wasn’t something she had ever really bothered to think about, something she didn’t want to think about. She had never felt something for another woman before, perhaps the Farmer was a fluke? But the more Haley tried to rationalize, the more she began to realize that she was in love with the Farmer, and was already in too deep.
Two years after the Farmer’s arrival, Haley had broken it off with Alex, not that there was much to break off. They had been hooking up, Haley had realized, for lack of other people in town to do so with. Neither went into the city often, and as the best looking people in town, it was only right, right? She had never been into Alex that much, but the pair had made sense in her mind.
She ended things quickly one night, her cheeks flushed with the realization that she had been thinking about the Farmer, wishing it were her hands on her body while Alex touched her. She had left in a hurry, giving no reason, and neither she nor Alex had talked about it again.
Haley had spent a lot of time befriending the Farmer since then, unsure how to move forward with her feelings, or if she even should. There was no guarantee that the Farmer even liked girls, and if she did, would she want Haley? Haley had definitely mellowed out since the Farmer’s arrival, but would she still think of Haley as a shallow, vapid girl? Beyond that, Haley was the one who usually did the rejecting, and was afraid of being rejected herself. Friends would be fine anyways, Haley figured, as long as she was still close and in the Farmer’s life.
Which was what she was trying to do now. Winter in Pelican town was a slow season for the Farmer, but since Ginger Island’s sudden development, the Farmer had been spending almost all of her winter months there. The farm on the island was almost as impressive as the one in the valley, practically self-sustaining, so the Farmer volunteered her free time to work as a lifeguard for the island resort. Haley would rather spend her time somewhere warm and tropical, and with the Farmer on the island her winter months practically planned themselves. She could head to the resort to enjoy the weather in her free time, and any opportunity to spend time with the Farmer was jumped upon.
Haley couldn’t see the light on in the station, but spotted the Farmer sitting out in the sand a few hundred feet away, staring out at the sea. The sky was still kind of gray, but hints of the rising sun could be seen through the clouds. Haley made her way toward the Farmer, trying to appear calm and collected.
“Wish we could see it a little better.” The Farmer turned to face Haley, surprised by the sudden interruption, but smiled when she realized who it was. The Farmer looked back out toward the horizon, stretching her arms above her head. Haley noticed that when she did, the hem of her lifeguard sweater lifted high enough to see the toned stomach peeking out over the Farmer’s swim bottoms.
“Yeah.” The Farmer finally said, leaning back and propping herself up on her arms. She turned to look up at Haley. “You’re out here pretty early, Hails. I didn’t realize that Willy took people out this early.” Haley smirked and shrugged, then set her stuff down in the sand and took a seat beside the Farmer.
“Emily decided to get up extra early this morning and meditate to some strange new disc she bought on full blast.” Haley tilted her head toward the Farmer, peering out at her through the corner of her eye. “It literally sounds like children screaming. I figured I was planning to come here anyways, and Willy agreed to let me come early.”
This was, of course, a lie. Haley knew that Emily was still sound asleep at home, and would be confused to find her sister gone when she woke up. Haley had wanted to spend time alone with the Farmer, and had begged Willy for a week to take her over early so she could have some.
The Farmer nodded and chuckled, buying Haley’s story. “I don’t doubt that. I mean, you know I try to humor Em with that stuff but some of it is just so—” the Farmer giggled— “Obnoxious!” Haley let out a small laugh as well, nodding as the Farmer tried to calm her giggle fit.
“You’re in a good mood this morning,” Haley said, ever so gently shoving the Farmer’s arm as she did. The Farmer chuckled, turning back to the sea.
“I couldn’t really sleep last night, so I thought I might try to come watch the sunrise as long as I was up. I think I’m just the right amount of tired that I’m silly, like a toddler.” Haley pursed her lips but then broke out into laughter.
“That makes no sense!” The Farmer swiveled her head to see Haley, a goofy smile back on her face.
“Yes it does! Like when little kids get all riled up when they’re really tired, and they’re just silly before they crash?” Haley shook her head, still laughing. “Like, didn’t you see Jas or Vincent like that when they were little? You never watched Vince when you were in high school?”
Haley leaned farther back, propping herself up on her forearms. “Are you kidding me? Anytime Sam couldn’t watch Vince, Penny was practically jumping at the bit to watch Vincent.” The Farmer nodded, matching Haley’s pose.
“Geeze, I know Penny likes kids and all, being a teacher, but I feel like…” She turned toward Haley, squinting her eyes. “I feel like Penny just has a big old crush, yeah?”
Haley nodded in an exaggerated manner, her eyes growing wide as she turned toward the Farmer. “Uh, yeah, I’d say so.” The Farmer giggled, then laid back fully in the sand.
“Not to like, talk trash or whatever, but it’s almost sad how she dances around him? Like, girlie, just make your move already. It’s so uncomfortable to watch them interact.”
Haley nodded, quickly scanning her eyes across the Farmer’s body now that she was laid out. “I mean, I can get being afraid of rejection, but she could do soooo much better than Sam.”
The Farmer laughed, then groaned as she rubbed her face. “Ooh, is it mean to gossip about this?” Haley snorted.
“It’d be mean to say it to their faces. Talking is only natural.” Haley laid down in the sand, tensing as she felt the tiny grains make their way into her hair. Gross.
“Yeah, that’s true.” The Farmer giggled. “I’m really a saint if you think about it.” Haley shook her head, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled.
“Anyways, I prefer you unhinged and a big meanie like this, you’re much more fun to talk to this way.” The Farmer gasped and sat up, clutching her chest in an act of fake shock.
“How dare! I am sweet and perfectly hinged!” Haley tried to sit up, but the Farmer gave her a push back down. “An absolute angel!”
It took the girls a minute to calm down, the tears running from her eyes as they fought back their laughter. The Farmer sighed, laying back down next to Haley.
“Toddler tired.” Haley rolled her eyes.
“Shut up.” The girls laid in silence for a moment, before Haley saw the Farmer check her wrist and sigh.
“I really should shower before everyone comes here. I feel all stinky. It might help me wake up a bit, too.” Haley nodded and propped herself back up onto her forearms behind her.
“I might do that in a bit, too. I feel all grimy from the boat. I don’t think Willy’s ever, like, cleaned it.” The Farmer nodded, looking at Haley through the corner of her eyes as she stood up and stretched.
“I’d believe that.” The Farmer placed her hands on her hips, rocking back and forth. “I’m gonna hit the showers. If you want to put your stuff in the lifeguard station and chill there before the sun comes out, you can.”
Haley nodded, and took up the Farmer’s offer of her outstretched hand to help pull her up. “Sounds like a plan.”
She watched as the Farmer made her way toward the shower, biting her lip as she glanced at the Farmer’s butt peeking out of her swim bottoms. Haley sighed, and moved in the opposite direction to set down her things.
Was she any better than Penny, hiding her feelings like this? Haley tried to tell herself that this situation was entirely different, but couldn’t shake the feeling out of her head. She might as well have been talking about herself. Even worse, did the Farmer know? Was she making fun of Haley really, not talking about Penny at all?
Haley dropped her bag on the table in the lifeguards station, pulling her book out. She sat down and tried to read but couldn’t focus on the words. She’d have to move on, eventually. This infatuation couldn’t last forever, it couldn’t be healthy.
Haley sat for five minutes drumming her fingers against the table as she looked out over the beach. It was rather overcast, and she was unsure if it would clear up at all. Not very ideal for tanning.
Haley groaned. Maybe she should just head to the showers now, the Farmer was probably done. She’s probably the kind of person to take 3 minute showers to save the environment or whatever , Haley thought as she trudged down the stairs.
She made her way into the resort’s bathroom, carefully stripping off her cover up and pulling her hair into a loose bun on the top of her head. She tucked the clothes into one of the lockers provided, but didn’t bother to lock it— no one was even here, and beyond that, all of her actually valuable stuff like her wallet and phone were in the lifeguard station.
Haley smacked her forehead, groaning in despair. She left her towel there too. She considered redressing and going back for it, but figured she only wore her swimsuit and coverup here anyways. They would have gotten wet somehow today.
She stomped toward the shower, arms crossed across her chest. This was not how she was expecting the day to go. Spending time with the Farmer was nice, but with the sun gone and no towel, she seemed to be having a streak of bad luck.
Haley was fuming, so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even hear the shower on in the room in front of her, only realizing after she had flung open the door. Her mouth parted, a perfect O, as she realized the Farmer was still in there, not yet done with her shower. The Farmer’s hair was lathered with shampoo, the sudsy trails streaking down her face. Haley couldn’t help but notice how the wet swimsuit clung to the Farmer’s curves, the thin fabric barely restraining her hardened nipples under the cold water.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, uh, I’ll wait.” Haley’s cheeks were flushed and she had turned around before the Farmer’s voice called her back.
“It’s okay! I should have gone faster, knowing you were coming in.” The Farmer sighed, then turned her back to the faucet to start scrubbing the shampoo out of her hair. “I was just feeling kind of sluggish.”
Haley bit her lip, watching as the water carried the suds down the Farmer’s head towards her bottom, tan cheeks poking out of the side. “Oh, uh, alright.”
The shower rooms at the resort were small, mostly used to rinse sand off of bodies after a long day of laying in the sun. A single pole stood in the middle of the small room, with four showerheads pointing in opposite directions. The water pressure was abysmal, not meant for an in depth clean like Haley and the Farmer were planning on.
Haley moved to the showerhead across from where the Farmer was, and reached out to turn the single knob to start the water. She expected a blast of cold water, but instead a small dribble of water leaked out, not even dripping onto the floor, but stuck to the showerhead and worked it’s way down the metal. Haley pursed her lips and turned the knob further to no avail.
She moved to the next showerhead, to the left of the Farmer, who was watching Haley with an amused look. Haley turned the knob, relieved to find that the water there actually came out, but the nozzle sputtered out after 30 seconds, dripping loudly to the floor. Haley flushed as the Farmer laughed beside her.
“Oh, that’s bogue. I’ll have to tell maintenance, or Lewis or someone. Whoever takes care of this kind of stuff, I guess.” Haley nodded and let out a small laugh of her own.
“You should probably go straight to Robin.” The Farmer let out a honk of a laugh then covered her mouth, small giggles making their way through her fingers.
“You’re right, I think she’s the only reason Pelican Town even exists still.” Haley nodded, her eyes wide and playful. “Here.” The Farmer stepped to her right and twisted the knob, attempting to turn on the shower. The Farmer groaned when the water spurted out in a heavy blast connecting with her face, before sputtering out like the one to her left had.
“Listen, you can be honest if you broke all the showerheads in a fit of rage or something,” Haley tried to joke, but the confused look on her face conveyed her true thoughts. The Farmer put her hands by her head as if to prove her innocence.
“Wasn’t me. I swear, I walked in and turned on the first one I went to, and it seems to be working fine.” The women looked at the still working showerhead, almost afraid that it too would sputter out before either of them got the chance to clean themselves. Haley shook her head.
“I’ll go wait out in the locker room, you finish up.” The Farmer’s eyes went wide.
“Oh! Um, that’s okay, I mean, we could just share it. If you want.” Haley could have sworn the Farmer was blushing, but the other woman quickly turned around. “Let me rinse out the shampoo really quick.”
The Farmer returned to scrubbing her head, the suds streaming quickly down her back as she worked to quickly remove them from her hair. When she was done, the Farmer stepped out of the stream, and motioned for Haley to step under it.
Haley bit her lip, and nodded, stepping under the cold stream. “Oh, um, could I borrow your soap?” The Farmer nodded, pulled out a body wash and handed it to Haley, and a conditioner for herself, and started to work the product through her hair.
Haley washed her body, self-conscious of the act. She rubbed her thick soap over her body, around her neck, the top of her chest, her stomach, anywhere that her bikini wasn’t covering. She stole glances at the Farmer; sometimes the Farmer would be staring off into the distance, still massaging her head, other times Haley could swear that the Farmer had just frantically looked away from her.
“Swap?” Haley stepped back, most of the soap rinsed from her body. The Farmer nodded, and tipped her head to wash the conditioner out of it. She was definitely blushing , thought Haley, but it could just be from stepping in and out of the cold water .
The Farmer finally stood erect again and smiled at Haley, the water streaming down the back of her head. Haley noticed something in the Farmer’s ear.
“Oh, I think you missed some—” Without thinking, Haley stepped forward and used her pointer finger to scoop the conditioner out of the top fold of the Farmer’s ear. Haley froze, her finger inches away from the Farmer’s ear as she heard the Farmer’s small inhale. A small amount of water had made its way past the Farmer’s shoulders and was hitting Haley’s chest— they were that close.
The two women regarded each other, faces maybe only now six, seven inches apart. If the Farmer wasn’t blushing before, she certainly was now. Haley could feel her own blush, the red creeping down her neck.
“Hails…” The Farmer’s voice was breathy, quiet, her eyes scanning Haley’s face. Haley closed her mouth— had it been open?
“Sorry, I—” But before Haley could finish her thought, apologize or step back, the Farmer’s hands were on her face, pulling Haley’s lips to her. Haley stiffened for a moment but quickly gave into the kiss, taking the Farmer’s face in her hands. She tastes sweet.
The Farmer’s hand worked their way into Haley’s trying to pull her closer even though their bodies were already pressed into each other. The cold water continued to splash down the Farmer’s back and shoulders, spraying up towards Haley’s face, but she didn’t care. She was kissing the Farmer! The woman who had scared her, terrified her, enamored her! She felt the Farmer’s lips part slightly as they kissed, and Haley slipped her tongue in.
When the women finally pulled apart they looked at each other with wide eyes and swollen lips. The only noise was from the faucet and their breathing, their chests touching as they heaved. Haley noticed the Farmer’s eyes, the rims almost turning red.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I-” The Farmer shook her head, smiling, but Haley could still see the tears.
“No! I just…” She smiled at Haley, a tear slipping its way out. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Hails. And I was so afraid—” Haley pressed her mouth into the Farmer’s again, bracing a hand behind the Farmer on the pole. The Farmer giggled into her mouth, and Haley relished the feeling.
She pulled back, a similar goofy smile on her face. “I was so afraid too, I didn’t know if, you…” She trailed off. “I didn’t know I could feel this way about another girl until I met you, and I was afraid it was just me.” The Farmer laughed.
“Isn’t your sister dating Sandy?” Haley shook her head, then kissed the Farmer again.
“I meant me feeling this way, and you liking me back.” The Farmer nodded, another tear making its way down her cheek.
“I definitely like you, Hails.” She bit her lip, looking back up at Haley. “I mean, I think I more than like you to be honest.” Haley smiled and took a step forward, the Farmer’s back now all but pressed up against the pole. The water was thankfully only hitting the bun on top of Haley’s head, but she didn’t care about her hair getting wet anymore.
She kissed the Farmer again, sweet and slow, before whispering into the other woman’s ear. “I more than like you too.” The Farmer laughed and pulled Haley’s mouth to hers again, holding onto the back of Haley’s head.
Haley pressed her body into the Farmer’s, smiling through the kisses, her hand on the Farmer’s waist. Haley wanted to stay this way forever, their bodies pushing against each other as they kissed, before Haley realized that she wanted more. Her hands were sliding up the Farmer’s hips, her stomach, before gently sliding around the red fabric of her swim top, her fingers worrying the edges.
The Farmer, understanding what Haley wanted, nodded. The Farmer’s kisses had become hungrier over the past minute. Haley noticed the Farmer slightly arching her back, raising her breasts, making them almost easier to hold onto. Haley and the Farmer were about the same height, Haley maybe had an inch on her, and Haley’s breasts were much larger. Trying to angle hers up was the best bet for attention.
She thought about touching them over the red fabric of the lifeguard suit, but decided quickly to slip her fingers under, stroking the soft skin as her fingers explored, trying to find the nipple. When she grazed over the raised bump, the Farmer let out a small hum into her mouth, her lips parting wide as she smiled, head slightly tilted back. Haley didn’t waste time, moving her mouth down the Farmer’s chin, kissing up to the woman’s ear, tracing her tongue around her earlobe, then kissing down her neck.
The Farmer let out the smallest noise, a moan of pleasure, as Haley rolled a nipple between her fingers and continued to kiss her. Her hands traced up Haley’s back, stroking the skin softly as Haley played with her, before Haley realized what the Farmer had been doing. The strings of Haley’s top had been undone, the only thing keeping the suit up was their bodies pressed together. Haley moved enough so that the suit would fall, and the Farmer’s hands quickly took the fabric’s place.
Her tongue roamed the Farmer’s mouth, who’s own would push back as the women pinched and pulled at each other’s chests. The Farmer cupped Haley’s breasts with her hands, they easily filled her fingers as she cupped and squeezed them.
The Farmer began to kiss her way down Haley’s neck, sucking especially hard at the clavicle. Haley was surprised to find the Farmer moving lower, and just as she recognized what was happening the Farmer took Haley’s nipple in her mouth, biting it softly before stroking circles around it with her tongue, pinching the other in her hand.
Haley mewled, the choked cry escaped her lips as she tilted her head back. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, a small gasp or moan coming forth every time the Farmer’s tongue and teeth switched target.
Haley felt the Farmer’s other hand creeping down her stomach then moving towards her hips. Haley glanced down, where she saw the Farmer looking up at her, an almost concerned look in her eyes, her mouth still firmly suctioned onto her breast. Fuck.
“Please.” Haley barely managed to choke out the word, the Farmer tugging on her nipple with her teeth as she had begun to speak. The Farmers gaze returned toward her lover’s chest, and Haley could feel her smiling against her. Against me , she thought, the building sensation already growing great within her.
The Farmer managed to untie the bikini bottom, and the damp fabric fell easily away. A finger made its way between her folds, and Haley moaned loudly now as the finger began to circle the delicate bud, and laid her forehead against the shower pull as she let out a needy “Fuck.”
Haley whimpered as the Farmer rubbed her, surprised by how soft and slender the digits were. She would have thought they’d be calloused and rough from years of farm work, but somehow the Farmer’s hands were soft.
And somehow, suddenly, the Farmer’s hands were inside of her. Haley yelled out suddenly as a finger entered her, curling forward as the Farmer pumped it in and out of her. Haley grasped for the Farmer’s hair, holding it in her hands as she rocked against the motion. The Farmer had her other hand still pinching and pulling at the nipples, but had squatted down lower now to give more attention to the hole her finger was working. The Farmer was placing kisses on her stomach, her thighs, circling around every area except the one where Haley wanted it most.
The pressure inside of Haley was building. The finger pumping in and out of her was hitting at just the right spot, curling forward, and the heel of her partner’s hand was rubbing her sensitive clit. Haley whimpered above the partner, shaking with desire.
The second finger slipped in with no warning. Haley’s eyes flew open, a throaty cry leaving her mouth as her body contorted. She tried to rock against the Farmer’s hand the best she could with the motion, leaving one hand in her partner’s hair as she grabbed the shower pole with the other, attempting to steady herself.
She vocalized with each thrust, a soft “uhn” growing louder and louder as the pressure became unbearable. Her body shook as she arched her back, coming over her partner’s hand and crying out her name. But the Farmer didn’t stop.
Haley half giggled, half whined as the Farmer fully went down on her knees and contorted her body, angling her mouth just right to connect her tongue with the still tingling clit. The orgasm had yet to fully subside, but already the Farmer was trying to drag out a new one, the sensation dizzying and electrifying. Haley squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a series of moans and gasps as the Farmer’s tongue swam through her folds, teasing her clit as her fingers continued to pump in and out.
The second orgasm came much quicker than the first, far more intense. Haley yelled out, her throat aching with the force, and could feel her walls contracting around the Farmer’s fingers. The Farmer continued to tease her clit with her tongue until finally Haley wove her fingers through her hair and pulled her head back.
“Please, I- OH!” The Farmer’s fingers went harder. Haley half laughed and half moaned, the sensation overwhelming. “I think I’m okay, we’re okay, I’m, it’s—” The Farmer pulled out, her fingers making a satisfying noise as they freed themselves from Haley. Her eyes were wide.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you… were good.” She blushed from her position on the ground. She’s so cute down there, so beautiful on the ground , Haley thought.
“Oh Yoba, I’m more than good, it was, um, almost getting to be too much.” Haley bit her lip. The Farmer smiled weakly and stood up, scratching the back of her head.
“That’s good. I just, uh, had never done this with a woman before. Also, um, really felt like I was getting waterboarded down there.” Haley blinked. She hadn’t even realized the water had been on this whole time. The Farmer noticed her embarrassed look and winked. “That’s okay, worth it though.”
Haley let out a laugh, and took a step forward, hoping the Farmer didn’t hear the small whimper that she involuntarily let out as she closed her legs, friction against the still sensitive area. She turned the shower head off behind her lover but stayed close, pinning her back against the pole. Haley tried her best to look seductive even though she still was riding some kind of nervous high while she leaned forward, pressing her lips against the Farmer’s ear: “That’s good to hear.”
She had begun to kiss the Farmer’s neck, her own hands moving down the Farmer’s body now, when the Farmer cleared her throat. Haley raised her head quickly, nervous that somehow after all of that the Farmer had changed her mind. The Farmer had a sheepish smile on her face.
“Do you want to go back to the station? There’s a couch in there, and also it’s kinda cold.” The Farmer’s skin was incredibly cold under her touch, so Haley nodded and took a step back.
“Oh! Yeah. Sure.” Haley quickly walked over to her swimsuit, struggling to put on the wet fabric. Of course she’s cold, ding dong. That water was freezing her the whole time .
With the bottoms on, Haley was struggling to latch the top when she felt the Farmer’s hands on her own, helping tie the strap. The Farmer pressed a kiss into Haley’s shoulder, sending a new series of shivers down her back.
“Let’s go.” The Farmer placed another kiss on the side of Haley’s cheeks and started her way toward the door. Haley, feeling much more secure, followed quickly after.The two women ran back to the station, holding hands and giggling as they did. The sun was clearly visible now, the clouds having pushed off, but it would still be at least another hour and a half before Willy brought over the first real boat of resort-goers.
The Farmer had barely shut the door before Haley was on her again, her arms around the Farmer’s neck and her lips pressed against the other’s. Haley guided her to the couch, never removing her lips from the Farmer’s body. Once at the couch, Haley began to tug at the Farmer’s swimsuit quickly removing the bottoms while the Farmer struggled with the wet top as it tried to stick to her body.
Once it was off, though, Haley made quick work, pushing her partner onto the couch with a small laugh. The Farmer looked up at her with a wide, goofy smile as Haley removed her own swimsuit once again and laid herself over the Farmer. She plastered kisses over the Farmer’s face, ears, neck, her fingers now much more passionately groping at the Farmer’s exposed nipples.
Their legs were intertwined, and Haley could feel the Farmer below her slightly bucking her hips up, grinding against Haley’s thigh. While their bodies were still rather cold from the shower, the Farmer’s sex was warm and wet, inviting against her leg. Haley reached one hand down, slipping two fingers between the wet fold and began to rub them against the sensitive clit. She’d never been the patient type, and had been waiting for this day far too long.
The Farmer gasped below her, her face twisting with pleasure as Haley’s name escaped her lips, breathy and needy. Haley smiled. She wanted to do this with the Farmer more often, to be the only one doing this to the Farmer forever. She lowered her head, kissing the Farmer again, fingers still reaching to work the Farmer’s clit.
The Farmer was moaning into her mouth, squirming as Haley played with her. She’s much noisier than I was, Haley thought, but she thoroughly enjoyed how much the Farmer loved her touch, needed her touch. Haley lowered herself down the Farmer’s body, circling her tongue around a nipple before pulling it gently with her teeth, the way that the Farmer had done with her. The Farmer let out a small cry that turned into an almost laugh, and curled her hand into Haley’s hair.
Much like the Farmer, Haley had never been with a woman, but whatever the Farmer had done with her was like magic, and she intended on recreating it. She slid her hand further down from the clit, teasing the tight hole with her two fingers before slipping them in. Her partner at this point was already beyond wet, and the two fingers slid in easily enough.The Farmer gasped, her head nodding up almost involuntarily as Haley entered her, eyes narrowed with pleasure and pain as she looked down at Haley. Haley, in response, maintained eye contact as she gently bit into the flesh of her partner’s breast before moving her attention and tongue to the other nipple, giving it the attention it craved. What could she say? Haley liked to play a little more rough.
The Farmer laid her head back as Haley pumped her fingers in and out, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, moaning out in a staccato each time the fingers curled in. Haley did her best to keep the heel of her hand as close to or on the clit as she moved her hand, trying to keep pressure on all points of pleasure as she fucked the Farmer.
Oh Yoba, I’m fucking the Farmer, Haley thought, a smile creeping on her lips as she teased a nipple with her tongue, pumping her hand faster and faster, the Farmer’s cries growing louder. The Farmer was moaning her name, her words thick with lust as she cried them out.
Haley moved down from the Farmer’s breast, trailing her tongue down the sensitive skin until it reached its new destination. No sooner than her tongue began to flick over the sensitive clit, though, the Farmer came, her back arching as she shook, crying out.
Haley felt the walls of her partner contract as she continued to pump through the orgasm, but was surprised when hot come squirted out onto her face, a little more of the liquid squirting out with each contraction. Haley pulled her fingers out quickly and focused on the area with her tongue, lapping up the juices as the Farmer squirmed about her, her fingers pulling on Haley’s hair. Haley continued to work with her tongue after the Farmer’s pelvis quit shaking, but the Farmer’s hand in her hair kept pulling up.
“Okay! Oh fuck, okay! Come up, I get it!” Haley smiled as she raised her head, a devilish glint in her eye as she regarded the Farmer, panting and a mess on the couch. She slid one finger back into the Farmer who yelped in response, and began to slowly curl and uncurl it inside of her.
“I don’t know… it seems like I should return the favor with two.” The Farmer tried to squirm underneath Haley, who with her free hand was pushing down on the Farmer’s hip.
“Oh, fuck, I appreciate it but I just want to kiss you-OU!” Haley had shoved the second finger in but laughed and relented, pulling them out. She winked as she slipped the fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, the Farmer watching with a smouldering look in her eyes.
Haley climbed back up the Farmer, nestling into her side, resting her head on the other woman’s shoulder. The Farmer wrapped her arm around Haley’s back, and traced her fingers along the skin. Haley pressed a kiss into the Farmer’s collarbone.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Haley had been thinking the words, and was surprised that the Farmer had said them first. She looked up at the Farmer.
“Me too.” Haley bit her lip. “I think I’ve been in love with you for years, but…” She felt the Farmer nod.
“Me too.” The women laid in silence, and Haley struggled with what to say next.
“I want to be with you.” The words coming out surprised her. She’d always played coy and aloof before, but it felt so different with the Farmer. “I want to date you, and be with you and…” She propped herself up on her arm to look at the Farmer. “I love you.”
The Farmer smiled, wide and goofy. “I love you too.”
The women laid there for a while, talking, kissing, exploring the other’s body, but Haley knew it would come to an end quickly. Haley begrudgingly put her swimsuit back on, and walked out of the lifeguard’s station just as Willy’s boat made its way over the horizon. The Farmer stepped out behind her, adjusting her red swim top.
“The chafing in this is just… terrible.” Haley shrugged, turning to face her now partner.
“Eh, I think it’s worth the experience, though.” The Farmer smiled and nodded.
“Oh, for sure.” She pressed a quick kiss into Haley’s hairline. Haley sighed and headed to her usual spot, spread out her towel and flipped open her magazine, laying on her stomach. The Farmer behind her was stretching, getting ready for the work ahead of her.
“You know, Hails, if you need to reapply your sunscreen later, I’d be more than happy to help.” Haley looked over her shoulder at the Farmer and winked, giving her butt a little shimmy as she did. The Farmer laughed as she climbed up into the lifeguard seat and Haley returned to her magazine, unable to focus on words as she pictured her lover’s hands on her skin again soon.