Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... to the boy who had brought her to the tack room in the first place. He never did return.

Sensing that this was something different, but still significant, Hank stopped beside her and placed his right hand on her back to rub her gently as if to reassure her that she wasn’t alone. Deeny half turned her saddened and puzzled face to look at Hank and smiled sadly for a moment.

“I guess my date, changed his mind, or got distracted…” She mumbled before the sad smile dropped into a frown, her eyebrows furrowing on her forehead as a thought crossed her mind.

“I wonder… could he have set me up? I mean drawing me into the tack room like that then have me wait for him… only for someone else to show up?” She wondered aloud, mostly to herself rather than asking Hank or anyone else.

“Who was this boy?” Hank asked quietly, as the same thought began to form in his own mind. This could be darker than just an ugly mistake. Not that things like that have never happened around here before. There was a bit of a history of those kinds of goings on hereabout over the years. Hell, even he himself had been in on some of that kind of high jinks. Of course, in his day it had been all in fun, no one getting hurt or forced against their will.

Deeny’s frown preceded her response. Her shoulders fell in dejection as she realized that this could have been mostly her fault for letting herself get taken in by some boy, she fancied but had no idea who it was. Lesson learned.

Hank ended up ...

... driving Deeny home that evening as she couldn’t find any of the other girls she had come to the dance with. Hank was at loose ends, enjoying a rare night off from the diner. He spoke of working the long hours there even as the owner, lamenting that he needed to hire more help so that he might have any kind of social life himself.

It didn’t take too much effort on either’s part to determine that this chance meeting could be beneficial to both of them. He asked her if she would be interested in working part time after school. Deeny said that she would love to work somewhere to make a little money, but she’d have to clear it with her mom and dad first.

When Hank pulled up to the old farmhouse that Deeny and her family called home, the old blue chevy wasn’t there. Deeny’s pa was still not home, no surprise there for Deeny anyway. They were met on the back porch by Deeny’s mom Caroline. She smiled briefly at Deeny before giving Hank a rather stern look that bordered on loathing. Hank understood the suspicious nature of Caroline’s glare, they had known each other since before Deeny was ever born.

“Hank, you working as a taxi driver now?” Caroline queried suspiciously, one eyebrow raised questioningly.

“That would be a change of pace for me, wouldn’t it, Caroline?” Hank asked with a chuckle.

“Did you see him tonight?” Caroline asked directly, ignoring Hank’s attempted humor.

“No, Caroline, I didn’t. But then, I ran into other…old friends…” Hank said hanging his head ...