Tollie's Garden Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.2

... he said, “Hey, what’s going on with you?” and I said, “Nothing’s going on” and he said, “Come on, I want to be with you, we’ll have fun,” and I knew he meant he wanted to make out and get in my pants which was tempting. We fucked a lot, but I said I’d call him later and I had to go. I know he was pissed when we hung up and I hated making him feel bad, but I was feeling strange and didn’t know what to do with my feelings. I glanced at my digital clock and saw it was almost one. I realized I hadn’t put on my music, another rare thing, not having my music on. You’d be surprised what I liked--not loud rock and roll or punk, but I really liked Ani Difranco and The Beatles. I loved, “ Let’s do it in the Road” and I’d sing it so loud and laugh. It was so raunchy and funny at the same time. Janine and Tristan always made fun of my taste, but I didn’t care. I still like those songs, but my taste changed as I got older. It always felt good to straighten up my room, something I did when I was upset and felt my life was a mess. Anyway, I went to the window and saw Tollie working in the garden. He had on his cutoffs too, and I decided to go and see if he wanted any help. I knew that would surprise the hell out of him because most times when I was outside I was working on my tan and not paying any attention to him, or the garden. I can still see the look on his face when I asked if there was anything I could do and he said, “Sure, help me weed and then I’ll show you how to plant the ...

... tomatoes and peppers.” He planted in what he called raised beds and he explained what they were, but what was cool was how I could work on one side of the bed while he worked on the other. I was surprised I didn’t mind getting on my knees in the dirt or even getting my hands dirty. It was a hot June afternoon and we both got sweaty, but it was nice to pull the weeds and then plant the tomatoes and peppers he had already started. We had a lot of them to plant. He said he was going to make a lot of salsa in the fall and soon would be planting cilantro and jalapeno peppers and pointed to the bed of onions on the other side of the garden. I could tell how proud he was of the garden, and he talked about how certain things do better if planted near each other, and how he had planted the garlic in the fall and pointed to the bed with tall green stems growing straight up, and how the potatoes do well under straw. I listened and loved his enthusiasm and remembered what he said about passion, and it made me think about how the only thing I had passion for was shopping and fucking Tristan and before him, a few other guys. I remember how my mom surprised me on my sixteenth birthday by getting me on the pill and said she didn’t want what happened to her to happen to me. I thought that was so cool and how lucky I was to have a mom like her. Anyway, after working in the garden for over an hour, both of us sweaty and dirty, he said, “How about a beer?” and I said sure. Beer is what I usually ...