Me –– 5’5”, 120 pounds (soaking wet), a farm girl at heart. Head spinning from the big city lights.
You ––6’4, Bulky but fleet of foot, dark brown ringlets loosely framing your face.
You ask me where my homework is, I gasp and slap you across the face. I won’t be giving up my homework to some city-slicker just like that. I am a lady after all. Your hazel eyes stare me down and your grizzly voice rings out “can I have your homework, please?”
I am taken aback by your persistence. I never met such a tenacious man in all my 17 years on the farm. As I gaze up at your eyes, I realize that I still have a lot to learn about the big city.
I turn on my heel and walk right out of the room. I hear your voice behind me saying something about homework but I don’t pay attention. I realize that you still have a lot to learn about women.
4 hours later. I’ve let myself into your house. I hear the garage door open and for the first time become cognizant of just how badly my loins ache for your touch. You walk in the door, “are you here to give me your homework?”, you ask – knowing it drives me wild when you play the fool. I raise a single finger to your lips. “Take me”, I whisper as I unbutton the front of my blouse. I grab your wide hands by the wrist and examine the undersides, they’re softer than the boys I’d had experience with back in Iowa. These were a pair of hands which had never been burned by the wind as they baled hay on a cold september morning. They’d been more used for scrawling equations on a blackboard than mending fences on the planes. But despite their delicate exterior I could tell that these hands possessed great strength. I grab you by the wrist and place your hands where I most yearn for you. Your breath quickens and I can tell that you want me back. You want me like I want you. Your city-boy hands toss me on the kitchen counter and I drape my arms over your neck and across your broad, rippling shoulders. The cravings I feel deep within my body have climbed to a peak that I never thought possible and I can’t unbuckle your belt fast enough to satisfy them. Your steady, experienced hands pull me by the hips and a flurry of passionate lovemaking begins. We share an eternity frozen in time as we use each others’ bodies to satisfy our every carnal desire. You collapse into my arms and we lie there – a heaving pile of ecstasy and tangled limbs. I reach my arm behind your back, and gently slide a long knife free from the butcher block on the counter. “Can I get an extension on that homework?” I ask with a smile before sliding the knife into your back just below the shoulder blade. If you could do this with me, you could do it with anyone, and I can’t have that. You touch your back and look at the deep red blood staining your hand with confusion, which quickly turns to shock as I turn the blade back on myself – plunging the blade upwards from the start of my ribcage. As my vision begins to fade, I look down at your still figure and mutter a prayer that we can be reunited soon.