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Monday morning, the rain fell as Genevieve finished up what she was in the middle of before Danny had walked in the afternoon before. Her first trip down to the storeroom caused her to pause - she wasn’t expecting to be haunted by flashbacks of her interlude with the fireman, but there she was, standing on the bottom step, gripping the railing, and remembering the echos of his moaning.
She skipped the corn roast all together - not wanting to run into him again. It was just so awkward: she didn’t feel regret, or embarrassment, it was just a weird feeling. He texted her a couple times but she ignored them.
Danny reminisced a bit about the day before, taking an extra long shower. As he stroked himself, he closed his eyes, standing under the pulsating stream of hot water. At first, he tried to relive the experience, but then it turned into fantasizing about Genevieve: he imagined showing up at the house when Jack and Tripp weren’t home, and finding her asleep in her bed. Since it was his fantasy, he imagined she slept naked, so when he undressed and crawled into bed with her, things could run their course. He’d start with missionary, then have her straddle him cowgirl-style and give her a third orgasm when he took her from behind. The thought of her looking back at him while he held her hips and thrust into her was all it took to blow his load.
The two of them seemed to avoid each other over the next week. No fleeting glances across the street, no mention of his name by Tripp or Jack when the next weekly poker game came up. And she was grateful when Keith Lawson, the chief of the fire department, popped in and didn’t mention Danny. Maybe she wasn’t the topic of locker room talk in the station like she had feared.
The following weekend, Tripp and Jack were heading out of town to attend a Sportsman Trade Show, leaving her alone for a couple days. It was all they talked about Thursday night at the firehouse during the poker game.
“So, does Genevieve go along?” he tried to ask nonchalantly.
Jack laughed, “No I’m not sure what her plans are, but she’ll be glad to be rid of us for a couple days.”
“Yeah,” Tripp added “She’s getting sick of us.”
“What do you mean?” Danny asked, trying not to seem too obvious.
“She’s not happy here - she’s a city girl, and she’s used to being on her own, having a hell of a lot more privacy than she has with us.” Tripp tossed his cards, “I fold.”
“Then why is she here?” Lee Osmond, a fellow firefighter, asked Danny’s follow-up.
“Bad break-up, lost her job, her career. Its been a rough couple of months for her.” Jack sighed and raised his bet, “I’ve been trying to nudge her to start looking again, but she’s just beat down. She’s whip-smart and we’ve been asking her for advice on what to do with the charter, but she’s all shrugs.”
“I don’t think she wants to be stuck here,” Tripp added, scooting back and walking across the room to grab another beer.
Danny made note of all of this information. They never really had a proper conversation. Maybe this weekend he’d try and crack her shell a bit, actually get to know her and see if there was more to this.
Saturday morning, Danny stopped in at the donut shoppe, grabbed breakfast, and drove out to the house. He pulled into the driveway just as Genevieve was walking out with her gardening gloves on. She had on a pair of overalls under an old flannel shirt, but over a tight white t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a braid.
“Heard you were on your own this weekend, thought I’d pop over for a wellness check,” he shouted across the gravel driveway, carrying two coffee cups and a paper bag with some pastries.
“Did you now?” Genevieve knelt down next to a flower bed and jammed a spade in the dirt and began to break up the soil.
Danny squatted down, dressed in his civilian clothes, and placed a coffee cup on a landscaping stone just to her left. “Its that breakfast blend. I asked Marnie if she knew your order.”
“Thanks, that was nice.” She smiled politely, but kept to her task at hand.
“So, whatcha got going on today?” His hamstrings were getting tired, so he sat in the grass next to her and took a sip of his coffee.
“Gonna plant some fall bulbs and then I’m not sure.” After digging a pair of trenches in the soil, Genevieve stood up and walked over to the open garage. Danny followed her. Just go home, please, she thought to herself.
“So, not to be too forward…”
Think we’re passed that, Bud… Genevieve rummaged through the boxes on the counter along the back of the garage and found the bulbs she had ordered. She turned and waited for him to finish what he was saying.
“Look, I’m new around here and I haven’t been out of town for anything other than supply runs and emergency calls. I wondered if you wanted to bum around today with me.”
Genevieve started to check him out. He was dressed in sneakers, a pair of faded jeans, a black t-shirt with some band’s logo on it underneath a faded red zipped hoodie. He was clean shaven and his hair was taken care of instead of tucked under a department-issued cap.
“Where were you thinking?” She grabbed the bulbs and headed out of the garage back to her spot.
“Not to sound like a complete newbie, but I thought we could head out to Porter’s Head, catch the ferry, and check that out.”
She knelt down and started to push the bulbs into the dirt. “Porter’s Head, huh?”
“Yeah,” he stood by her and felt a wave of dread wash over him. Fucking amateur...
“Well, I haven’t been there since my senior year in high school, so I have no clue what it's like anymore.”
“So, it’d be a little adventure then?” Danny was very hopeful she’d be game.
Genevieve replaced the soil and patted it down over the bulbs and stood up. “And what are we going to do in Porter’s Head? Do I need to pack an overnight bag?” Even she was caught off guard by her question.
Danny nearly did a spit take as he stood up, “Uh, um, only if you want to. I didn’t…”
“I’m messing with you,” she smiled as she reached for the large watering can and doused the soil. “Let me clean up, you finish your breakfast, and we can head out.”
“I’ll bring you home at a decent hour.”
“I’m a big girl, I’m just prone to making bad decisions.” She collected her gardening utensils and started towards the garage. “The door’s open, go in and make yourself at home.” Once she heard the screen door slam to the house, she stood at the counter and started cursing herself: Fuck, now I’ve got to shave my legs and get all cute and turn on the charm and… She let out a frustrated ugh to herself before she made her way into the house, but not before collecting her cup of still hot tea.
Genevieve found Danny standing in the hallway, looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. “Ok, I’ve figured out Jack, but who is this?” He pointed to a woman dressed in a large paisley-printed dress and pillbox hat.
“That is Tripp’s mom, Penny. She was awesome.” Genevieve desperately missed Aunt Penny, who was more of a mother to her than her own. She spent every summer here from age six till twenty-four.
“And then who’s that?” Danny pointed to the photo to the left of two kids sitting on the back of a fishing boat. It was pretty obvious it was her and Tripp when they were in elementary school. Genevieve slipped her flannel shirt off, having left her muddy sneakers by the back door. “I think we were in third, fourth grade that summer.”
“Still an adorable tomboy,” he said before he moved onto a photo that was behind her. “Who are those people?”
“My grandparents and my mother.” They were almost touching and she caught a faint whiff of his cologne. “My mother lives in Manhattan with her third husband.”
Danny looked down at her, noticing there were some flecks of dirt sticking to her chest, moistened with sweat. A drop trickled its way down between her breasts. “Any more pictures around here?”
“Yeah,” she sighed, “but I need to jump in the shower. The remote should be in the middle of the coffee table.”
Danny reached down and unfastened one of the straps of her overalls.
“Thanks,” she said looking up at him.
Danny slowly started to back her down the hallway to the bathroom, unfastening the second strap. The bib folded forward and he noticed she was wearing a black bra under her white t-shirt. He continued to back her into the bathroom until she bumped into the counter. He stepped away and reached past the shower curtain and turned the water on.
Genevieve stepped towards him and mumbled “fuck it” in her head before she reached and pulled the hem of his t-shirt out of his jeans. Before he unfastened the buttons of the overalls on her hips, he leaned down and kissed her deeply.
Within minutes the pair were naked, exchanging desperate kisses as the stepped into the shower. She stood underneath the water and pulled her braid out while Danny squeezed some body wash from the bottle and began to wash her body off, starting with the dirt on her chest. He lathered her up while she stood there, admiring his naked body for the first time. Lean and muscular, she couldn’t wait to run her hands all over it.
He turned her around and squeezed some shampoo into his hands and began to wash her hair. She backed up against him to feel his hard cock against her ass. With every stroke of his fingers against her scalp, she was getting more and more turned on. Quickly she tuned around and began to rinse her hair out. He was going to have to fuck her soon.
Danny squatted down and with a palm full of body wash began to run his hands up and down her legs. His face was at her belly button and for a brief second, she fantasized about him eating her out. She put her hands on the sides of his shoulders, guiding him up, but not before he grazed her clit with his hand.
Genevieve stood on her tiptoes and kissed his neck, wrapping her hand around his cock. God, it was going to feel amazing. “Shut the water off," she said.
He reached behind her and did so, then pulling back the curtain, he pulled a towel off the hook and quickly rubbed both of them down before collecting her around the waist. Cupping her ass, he carried her warm, clean and still moist body back to her bedroom where he laid her on the edge of the bed.
Genevieve bent her legs back against her torso and rubbed her clit while Danny moved into position between her legs. Kneeling in front of her on her unmade bed, he took his cock in his hand, ran it against her slit, and once she moved her hand out of the way, pushed his member inside her warm, wet, opening. They both moaned at the sensation - his girth and her tightness.
Danny found a perfect rhythm and they both came pretty hard the first time, so much Genevieve’s legs were trembling. He leaned forward and kissed her. “Let's skip Porter’s Head.”
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