It was a beautiful Monday morning. Most mornings were spent tending to my garden. It was on this day that my small-fruited tomato, a sweet 100 variety, sprouted a yellow flower that moved me to tears.
“Finally!” I cried softly. The fruits of my labour began to pay off.
I ran into the house to tell John that my garden was starting to blossom.
“Wow, that's amazing! But why are you crying?” He asked innocently.
“I have been so fixated on Mother Nature's synchronicity and natural interconnectedness between seed germination, life and its sustenance,” I exclaimed passionately.
“Wow, that’s interesting,” John muttered and walked into the kitchen.
John was a nice guy. He was from Winnipeg, grew up in a nice suburban home with two loving parents, had a master's degree in economics and a stable job, but I began to absolutely despise him. We had been dating for two years, and we met when his corporate tech workplace called FutureMaking came into my garden to volunteer. Initially annoyed that the tech bros came into my sanctuary, John intrigued me. I was in a bad mood that day and felt like being bossy.
“Go fill up those mounds now,” I exclaimed to John and his friends.
While his coworker George looked annoyed that I was bossing them around, John immediately went with his wheelbarrow and didn’t ask any questions. I noticed that as he was walking, he had these large, thick hands. They weren’t the kind you see when you go to a car mechanic or ironworker, where they were big but leathery, tense and filled with grease, like the kind that knew struggle. His were big, but they had a softness to them, the kind that felt like they could hold you.
“Should this go here?” John asked?
“Yes,” I half yelled. Tired from the afternoon's rising heat, I didn’t feel like carrying anything anymore.
“Hey, do you mind carrying this compost back to the shed?” I asked John.
Springing to action immediately, he says yes, of course I can.
I smiled. “You guys should come here more often.”
We made eye contact and laughed. I followed him to the shed.
I had around 100 ears of corn in a bag that John began to carry. I noticed he picked up things with ease, and I started feeling something towards him. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was feeling something.
“So where are you from?” John asked.
“I’m from the northern part of the Yukon.” While I replied, he began to sweat and took his shirt off, revealing a tighter long sleeve underneath. I noticed his hands weren’t the only big thing.
Seeing his biceps, I embarrassedly became flustered. Hopefully I kept my cool, but while looking at his vivacious upper half, he glanced over and smiled. Oh no.
“Wow, the Yukon looks beautiful. I’ve always wanted to go.”
“I’m going this summer, you should come,” I half-joked, feeling immediately confused why I said that.
He laughed. “Don’t tempt me. But I’m sure it’s not half as beautiful as you are.”
I was shocked. Did a tech bro named John really just say that to me? While I always thought some of my features were beautiful, like my brown eyes and cheeks full of freckles, I didn’t always feel beautiful. I didn’t want to admit it, but it made me feel special.
“Hey, don’t get too behind on that corn now,” I commanded. Knowing I sounded bossy, I winked, and he laughed and finished the final load.
“I’m sorry if I came off strong earlier; it's just something about you,” John stated, looking at me with curiosity behind those deep green eyes.
“I’m flattered, but I’m not looking for anything right now,” I said with half pain and half sarcasm.
“It’s okay, Im sorry if I overstepped,” John said with such tenderness and respect. He began to walk out of the shed when I said, “Hey, wait!”
He turned around and looked at me with this look I will never forget, complete excitement.
“This has never happened to me in my life before, but do you want to have sex? My heart is not open right now, but I haven’t been able to stop looking at you and feeling this strong urge and desire to feel you.”
He looked at me.
Oh my gosh, why the hell did I say that? I haven’t had sex since my previous partner 2 years ago, and now I’m looking like a crazy, horny mess.
Without saying anything, John walked towards me.
As he walked closer to me, we made eye contact. Without saying anything, John bowed before me and rested on his knee.
What? I was mortified.
As I looked down in confusion, John carefully and slowly grabbed my thigh. I felt like I could scream from pure shock.
He looked up at me, and I immediately became flustered and hot. He gently laid his big hand on my legs and caressed my tattoos on my leg. I felt his big, soft lips begin to kiss my thighs, and I began to feel ecstatic. He made his way up to my belly, gently passing my private parts and made his way to my breasts. I immediately became so hot and bothered that I grabbed him to stand up, and he reached my hips to pull me in and kiss me. It felt primal. We moved past the shyness and awkwardness of kissing and rushed into something so passionate. I felt like I could eat him. The raw passion and energy between us could fuel anything into existence. His kiss felt so new, so different and raw. He began to touch my breasts and looked down at me with such lust that he ripped my shirt off. I was not used to being naked in front of someone, and today, of all days, was one when I wasn’t wearing a bra. He stopped, looked at me and smiled. Without a moment's notice, he began kissing and fondling my breasts, avoiding my nipples. “It "It’s okay, you can touch them,” I half moaned and announced. He immediately did what I said. In that moment, I felt like I could ask him to do anything under the sun and he would do it for me.
Next to us was a table with a gingham cloth, and he picked me up, put me on it, and we made out viciously. I began to get excited about the idea of his penis inside me. I could feel it brushing up against his pants and knew we would fit perfectly. But then I started to laugh.
“What's funny?” he looked confused.
“I never thought I’d be doing this,” I exclaimed.
“Me neither, but now I want it forever,” he said. I smiled. So did I.
I decided to get up. He was confused.
“Gardeners aren’t easy, you know, if you want to feel this,” and I put his hand on my wet panties,” you will have to wait,” I said proudly.
Worried about his reaction but not showing it, I was wondering if he would be upset. Again, he had this look in his eye that he would do anything in this world for me.
He grabbed my hand, placed it on his crotch and said: “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”
We both looked at each other and smiled.
“Besides, we have a garden to tend to.”
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