The Girl from the North Country

It was a sad departure, but one that never the less had to be made. I was leaving the mental safety of a home and area that I had known for years.

Lake Murray just outside of Columbia S.C. was always going to be a bittersweet memory. Too many good times to recount, but lately, a little more often than not, the bad memories outweighed the good ones. So, with the trusty F250 loaded up and pulling a U-Haul trailer filled with all my worldly possessions, Molly and I headed north toward New York state. Before I get to far ahead of myself, Molly is my only friend. A 6 year old, chocolate lab. Beautiful, but let's just say that no one would ever cheat off her homework.

Being 42 years old, recently single and self-employed as an architect gave me the leisure of moving anywhere suitable for my needs and for some unknown god forsaken reason, I picked Cross Lake near Syracuse NY. What the hell was I thinking? The drive was beautiful but uneventful, unpacking went off without a hitch and the house and view of the lake were even better than I remembered. Maybe things were moving in a better direction for me.

Day 1. Getting supplies with Molly was a breeze as the area has all the amenities of many much larger places and if anything was missing, it would be just a short drive away. Plus, this region is overrun with small wineries and craft breweries. Looking up, looking way up.

Loaded up with enough supplies to hold me over in the event of a short-lived apocalypse, I headed home. Driving in the Finger Lakes Region gives you the feeling that you should have the windows down, the music cranked and maybe be having a roadie. Tempted, very tempted.

Pulling into my laneway and driving toward the house, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I was certain that I saw someone scurrying into the trees. I let Molly out of the truck, but she had other ideas, apparently the lake was calling to her. I unloaded the goods and started up the hot tub on the deck, all the while feeling as though I were being watched. My ex wife was crazy, but would she have followed me here? No. Really? No, she wouldn't. Fuck it, I got my Ruger SR9 anyway, just for safety sake. It was small and to the point.

I started the BBQ, opened a beer and settled in. The steak didn't stand a chance nor did the first 3 beers. The beer was from one of the aforementioned craft breweries in the area. This one was called Two Goats, go figure. As I sat in the hot tub, I had to laugh at myself, beer in one hand, 9mm near the other. Did I really need it for protection from a 107lb ex-wife? Probably not, but I still had a weird feeling like someone was watching me.

Day 5. I am becoming very comfortable with my new surroundings. With not much on my plate, I ended up diving headfirst into my work. Six hours and I was ahead of schedule. So down to the lake to try my luck. I caught a few fish in the lake, I was considering a purchasing a boat over the beaten-up canoe that I have been using / falling out of. So, a fish fry for a late lunch it would be.

Tonight, was going to be a special night for me, it will be my first social interaction in the community. A stockcar race. Being from the south where racing is more sacred than religion, I knew that I would eventually find a track and tonight is the night. I headed over to the Weedsport Fair grounds, to the track around 4:00pm. I hoped that a great night of racing was head of me. The track is a half mile dirt track and tonight's show has a lineup of sprint cars and big block mods on the menu. Hell yes.

Before the show began, I decided to grab a cold beer and listen to the band for a few minutes. Standing anywhere at an event like this is an excellent place to do a little people watching and tonight would not be the exception to that rule.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a guy with a world class mullet. Business in the front, party in the back. Where the fuck is my phone when I need it. This was a definite hall of famer. Just when I was about to laugh, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Mullet boy and his woman were staring right at me. I did the casual look over my shoulder to see who behind me. Nope, they had all eyes on me. I quickly wiped any grin I had off my stupid face, turned and focused on getting my beer.

No luck. I felt a soft touch on my arm. When I turned, I was met with the extended hand of a blonde beauty.

"Hi, I'm Kate. I believe that we are neighbors out on the lake".

"Nick, pleasure to meet you."

"That is my husband Jake over there." Lucky bastard. Kate looked the part of the "All-American" beauty. Long wavy blonde hair, golden bronzed skin, delicate features that would soften the hardest heart. To top it off, under all her layers she appeared to be very well put together. It is tough to imagine that a girl wearing hip hugger jeans, a small tank top cover with a flannel shirt, well worn cowboy boots, topped by a Tractor Supply Co. hat could pull off sexy, but holy shit did she ever. I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I silently sang Bob Dylan's Girl from the North Country.

I waved to Jake, who just gave me a flip of the hand and continued to chat it up with his race buddies. Kate proceeded to tell me that they lived in a place not far from me, but not on the lake or with any direct access to it. She mentioned that after that past owners moved out, she had made an arrangement with the real estate broker to keep an eye on the place. In return, she was able to use the hot tub, the pool and the lake. Kate said that for the past 5 months she has been having the time of her life, but now it was ruined thanks to me. I apologized with a smile and told her that I was away often during the day and she should help herself. This brought a grin to her face and said she would hold me to it, as long as, I didn't shoot her. Turns out that it was Kate that I had seen running into the trees. I asked why she hadn't stayed to say hello. She replied that she was only in her bathing suit and was shy. My turn to grin and also my turn in line. I ordered a beer, bought an Angry Orchard cider for Kate and Coors Light for Jake. She said it was unnecessary, but I told her it was just being neighborly.

Parting ways to find my seat, I looked back over my shoulder and as luck would have it, got caught checking out Kate's ass. My luck sucks. She will think of me as a dirty old man evermore. I saw Kate and Jake throughout the evening but unfortunately did not have any further contact with either of them.

Day 8. Sitting on my porch with my laptop, drinking an iced tea, the corner of my eye catches some movement. It's Kate. She was a fair distance away, but there is no missing her essence. She was moving fluidly near the tree line. Wearing a sun dress and a white floppy hat, if she chose, she could grace the pages of any fashion magazine. When I notice she has been cutting wildflowers, I knew that I should say something, so I pounce on my chance.

"Hey, in some states stealing a person's flowers is a punishable offense."

With a laugh Kate responded, "You should spend more time working in your garden and I wouldn't have to weed it for you."

"Fair enough. Care for a cold Iced tea?" She gave me a long drawn out pause.

"Sure"

When she approached, I was once again taken aback by her stunning beauty. She was glamourous and humble all wrapped up into the same package. From what she was wearing at the races to this outfit, she appeared to be two different people.

Once Molly had said her hellos and headed away for greater adventures Kate sat and looked out over the lake. She commented that she had sat in the exact same spot over the past 5 months enjoying the view. She said that it was her favorite spot to curl up with a book and read. I asked if Jake joined her. Kate told me that Jake, actually worked out of town, at times out of state and when he left, he was gone for a week a more at a time.

The next 4 hours flew past. In an impromptu 20 question session we learned lots about each. Kate was 23 years old. She and Jake were high school sweethearts and had just celebrated their second wedding anniversary. No pets. No kids. Kate at Jakes request did not work. Nor did she drive. No family to speak of and so on. I told her my details. Divorced, also no kids, not by choice, etc.

Kate stayed for supper. Salmon, salad, paired with some good wine. Hard to fuck that up, so it made a good impression on my guest.

After the second bottle of wine Kate asked me a question that would become the start of many deep conversations for us.

"Why did your wife leave you? You're handsome enough, a good cook and it looks like you can support yourself."

"Don't remember saying that she left me. I said we divorced. As far as looks go, thanks. And yes, I do okay financially."

"Why did you split?"

"Sad story. If you must know, we couldn't have children. Laura took it very hard. It was her only ambition in life. To be a mother. When she realized it was never going to happen, she fell into despair. Then came blame. We put distance between ourselves. Our sex life stopped completely. When we looked at each other there was hatred in her eyes and pity in mine. It was time to exit."

"Of course, it was all of my fault, even though is wasn't really."

Kate just stared at me. Finally, she asked how long we had been together. I told her 12 years and they hadn't all been bad. In fact, many were great.

Almost in a whisper Kate asked how our sex life was before we found out about no children. I told her that it was great, adventurous, spontaneous.

With a shiver, our night was over, Kate stood and said that she must be going. I walked her home in silence. Not a word. When we reached her driveway, she kissed my cheek and thanked me for the evening. I told her that I would be away most of the next day. If she was using the pool or tub, would she please let Molly out. Kate replied that she would.

Day 12. A few days after having had supper with Kate, I returned from business in Syracuse to find her swimming in my pool. It was a little bit chilly, but there she was.

Kate had brought a small cooler bag filled with those Angry Orchard things, a book and a large towel. Set for the day or so it would appear.

I left Kate to herself but couldn't help but notice as she exited the pool. Wearing a very complimentary white bikini she was absolutely stunning, I felt like a dirty old man for looking but fuck it, it had been far too long for me. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, ample cleavage with no signs of sag and her ass appeared to be as firm as a rock. But the crème de la crème was the way her stomach guided your eyes down to her valley of the gods. The tiniest of camel toes. Just enough to remind you that lips did exist beneath the fabric.

"Nick. Nick. Nick." Holy shit. How long had I zoned out?

"One second." Trying to hide my boner I went out to the pool.

"Are you okay if I just hang around and read?"

"Not a problem. I'll be back in a minute. Need anything?"

"More ice."

I changed, filled an ice bucket and made myself a fairly stiff drink. Kate was sitting on the porch swing, wrapped in her towel when I returned. Lucky towel.

"How adventurous?"

"What?"

"How adventurous was your sex life?"

"Where is this coming from?''

"The other day you said that you were spontaneous and adventurous with sex. I want details."

Looking at the 4 empty Angry Orchard containers laying on the porch floor, I figured that she may have thrown inhibition in the wind.

"Wherever, whenever the notion overtook us. Anything she wanted was fair game. Roleplay. Etc. We were always open and honest with each other. Threesomes with other girls. Laura's favorite was receiving oral. She couldn't get enough. But she also enjoyed being spanked and pretend forced to do anal."

Oh no. There were tears, but no real facial expression to go with it. I really didn't know why Kate was crying.

"I'm sorry, but you asked."

"NO. No. It's just that I'm...jealous I guess."

"How could you be jealous? You're gorgeous and Jake is handsome. You must have incredible sex."

"Jake is a minuteman. He thinks oral sex is something that is only done in pornos. Missionary or nothing is his motto."

"You must have had lots of great sex with other guys before you met Jake and had oral sex then?"

"No. Jake is my only lover."

Now it was me that wanted to cry. Next time I see that little shit I am going to slap that stupid mullet right off his fucking head. I got up and sat by her on the swing. I put my arm around her and held on in a fatherly way. Man, I was in way over my head. She was out of my league. Yet there I was. Kate sobbed a bit into my chest. The heat from her body, the swell of her breasts and her womanly aroma did me in. I had the biggest hard-on of my life. I was fairly certain that Kate could feel it, but she didn't say a thing. I kissed the top of her head and told her that it was alright. It was only then that she did react

Kate spun around and kissed me on the lips. After a few seconds I felt her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. For the first time in my adult life, I had no fucking idea what to do. Do I try to touch her? Do I wait? Do I speak? Was this just a kiss from a sad lonely girl? Nope. That was answered when Kate forced her hand into my shorts and wrapped her hand around my cock.

"Are you sure? You're married and I'm 19 years older than you."

"Be adventurous with me. Please."

For as long as I live, I will never forget the feeling of undressing her on that swing. My hands were shaking like a child unwrapping a brand new Xbox at Christmas. When I pulled off her bikini top and touched her breasts for the first time, I got a cold chill. Kate lifted her sweet bum off the swing and with both hands I slowly peeled down her bottoms. She was so wet that the fabric was stuck to her skin. When I placed my finger between the fabric of her panties and her soft moist lips to ease if out, Kate shivered.

We stared at each other for a long time. I kissed Kate long and hard and told her that anytime she wanted to stop all she had to do was say so. There would be no stopping. I kissed that soft neck and worked my way down to her ample tits. As I sucked her hard nipples, I tried to remember the last time I had done anything like this. When it has been 2 years, it's not that hard to remember the length of time that has passed. I made my way down her hard stomach, kissing and licking all the way to Utopia.

I pulled Kate's bum closer to me and asked if she was okay. She just nodded and bit her lower lip. Normally I would have played it a little bit coy, biting, licking and kissing thighs etc. Not this time. Neither of us could wait. I eased my tongue into the most heavenly of heavens. The sensation was over whelming. Overflowing with taste and juices. I sucked her lips into my mouth and split them with my tongue. Kate let out a scream as the first of her convulsions struck. I was going to back off until I realized that she was forcing my face deeper into her womanhood. Not one to disappoint, I continued my attack. This time I added a finger and used my tongue and thumb to massage her clit. When Kate started to moan and buck, it was me that was holding on for my life. She called my named again and released a scream that I am sure scared my dog. I was covered in her juice, but there was no way I would move from that spot until told to do so. That time came shortly after her second orgasm. Kate pulled me up and put her lips to mine, it her very first post oral kiss.

"I don't know what to say. That was so good, I can't stop shaking."

I was too embarrassed to tell Kate that any one of a 1000 guys around here would have killed to be the first to perform that task for her. Not sure what direction we were heading I sat next to Kate and continued kissing her.

"Can I see it?"

"Absolutely."

I pulled off my shorts and out it popped. Kate seemed surprised. I am not huge, but according to her it was bigger than Jake's and he was her only reference point. I told Kate that we could stop or continue, her call.

"Can I get on top?"

"Anything you want."

With that, beautiful Kate climbed up onto my lap. When I looked down and saw her flower dripping all over my cock, I almost shot my load right there and then. Looking each other in the eyes again, Kate lowered herself onto me. It was like being in a tight warm, wet, velvet sheath. We raised and lower into each other like it was meant to be and had been doing it for years. I held Kate's face in my hands and kissed her with a passion I had never felt before in my life. Our momentum continued for what seemed like hours. I was like a kid in a candy store. Not sure what to do next. I was sucking her breasts, grabbing hands full of her beautiful ass, fingering her asshole, playing with her clit.

Kate put her head on my shoulder and bit my neck as my cock kept up its attack on her pussy. Suddenly there was a look of urgency in her face.

"Faster."

I complied with her demands but knew that it would be the end of me. The faster I thrust, the more her vagina tighten around my shaft. With a groan Kate expelled every bit of air she had in her body and began to quiver. We kissed as I began to explode into her sopping womanhood. God I prayed this wouldn't be a onetime thing.

Kate drifted off to sleep. I put a pillow under her head and covered her naked body with a blanket. I showered and began to prepare supper for us. When she awoke, there was an odd look on her face. One of uncertainty. Kate was a little hung over and in need of a shower. When I mentioned a hot bath or shower Kate asked if I was interested in joining in. I laughed and asked if she remembered the gun that she had seen me with that first night. She did. I told her that if I ever said no to her when she made me an offer of that nature, she should use the gun on me. She laughed all the way to the shower.

A shower with a beautiful 23 year old, is not necessarily a great idea. Especially if she asks you to assist in the washing. I could not resist the temptation of washing every inch of that spectacular body of hers. It was not until I was on my knees enjoying Kates vagina and washing her butt that I wanted to lick it also. I had finger stuffed up her cunt and my tongue up her ass. I rotated often enough that it was never uncomfortable for her. At one point when she came, both of her feet were lifted off the ground. She would comment later that I was carrying her like a 10 pin, bowling ball.

Day 21. After 9 glorious days Jake returned for a week. Fuck my life. Being 42 and trying to keep up with a girl 23 can be taxing. But I tried hard. I have not only become lovers with Kate, we are also friends. We also do lots of things outside of the bedroom. Kate now has her learners permit and is a good driver. I am teaching her about good music. We drive everywhere looking for old albums and antiques. We also catch a lot of shows in Ithaca and Canadaigua. I took her to see a Ray LaMontagne show, she cried all the way home. Said it was the most beautiful music she has ever heard.

Day 29. I can tell by Molly's reaction Kate is here.

"Hi beautiful. Miss me?"

"Yes." A shroud of sadness was surrounding her.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Jake accepted a job in West Virginia. Starts next month. Looks like we will be moving again."

"How long will he be gone this time?"

"3 weeks. Only coming back to pack up and leave." Now she is full on crying.

"Listen. Kate, your beautiful. You can find happiness anywhere you go. Until that time, I will be as adventurous as you would like." I tried to smile, but I had a pain in my heart.

Kate stayed over that night, but we just cuddled while she cried. Kate listened to Ray LaMontagne songs on repeat.