Country Boy, City Woman

Esmeralda_Tate

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I am looking for two male talented writers who can carry on a very detailed highly erotic role play. There must be plot before sex. Please no one liners. It is important that the writers can bring in alot of psychological elements to their characters to show what they are thinking and feeling. It makes for a rather deep story line which is great to work with.

My character is going to be a woman of 33 years old who lives in a big city. Shes very independant but finds the rush and stress of everyday life to be very daunting. She has a very demanding job that gives her no satisfaction. She is looking for something more rewarding. Through a friend she comes to find out that a family of a father, son, and daughter are looking for a woman to help around their farm out in the country. I am looking for a male to play the son who will be 18 years old. He will be very shy and quiet, very disciplined and rather naive and innocent. He gets bullied not only by his father but by his peers in school. He has a sister who is handicapped and needs alot of attention and help. His mother died and so that is why the father is looking for a female figure in the house. The boy will have a wholesome appearance about him, although his hair will be down to his shoulders. His features will be somewhat androgynous and because hes on the "softer" side he gets teased even more. His father is rather harsh on him and gives him no attention except when to verbally abuse him or give him orders. He pushes him and expects him to be perfect. On the outside the boy seems unfazed by it but on the inside he harbors dark feelings that he wishes to act out. When he comes in contact with my character he is immediately drawn towards her because she is the older woman mother figure. She of course gets slowly involved with him and brings out his dark side.

I also need a male to play the father who is very stern and calloused from working out on the farm all the time. Since his wife had died he had to take care of things all by himself and thats why hes looking for a woman to help around the house and farm. He has no time for his children. Hes ashamed that his son isn't the masculine boy he wanted him to be plus hes angered that his daughter has special needs. He will also take a liking towards my character and in time he eventually finds out about her secret relationship with his son.

I would like somebody to play the son first and then somebody to play the father.

Please put up your bios if you are interested...
 
Ahh, who's got time to wait for that scrawny-ass kid of mine to post. Let's get right to it.
Sure, I'm 42 and getting a little sore from years of working the land. But, hey, an honest day's work should tucker you out. If ya ain't hurtin' then ya surely ain't workin' hard enough now, are ya?
Besides, a man's got no time for waiting. Too much involved in keeping things goin' 'round these parts. There's cattle to be fed, chickens to raise, fences mended ... you know the drill. Not something any city slicker would know about what with their fancy cars, big expense accounts and soft-in-the-middle lifestyle.
Here, feel that ... go ahead, make a fist and punch my belly. Ha, ha, ha. Why ya' wincing? Hard as rock, ain't it. Hope ya' didn't hurt yerself. If I had taken a likin' to ya', I would have bandaged it all up and taken yer pretty little ass upstairs for a little bit of nursin, if ya get my drift.
Ah, but there's the rub. Sure, I'm in great shape at 6-1 and a stocky 220 pounds of muscle. And there's plenty of hair atop the ol' noggin. The ladies at the general store in town say they like the salt-and-pepper look, but not so long ago I had more brown hair than gray.
Ahhh, what the hell. Ya can't fight age. But, hey, that doesn't mean ya gotta stop working.
Anyway, enough chit-chat. I've got a damn farm to run.
 
Roles Are Open, Still Looking...

I am still looking for two men to play the role of the son and father. If you have any ideas or want to tweak the plot a bit let me know. Send me a PM with your thoughts.
 
I was just wondering, how severly disabled is the sister? I have in my head the image of Leonardo DeCaprio's character from "What's Eating Gilbert Grape" only female.
 
Well she will be on the slow side and needs help with her daily activities such as bathing and dressing. She can walk though but sometimes needs help with that too. I hope that helps!
 
Jeremy Isaac
18
195lbs
5'11

Jeremy's always been quiet, bookish, and shy. His mother died when he was younger and taking care of his Heather, his sister, has become a round the clock job.

Being as naieve as he is doesn't help much, he's never had many friends and even the kids he can hold a conversation with loose interest fast enough, seeing as he can barely keep up with half the jokes people his age tell.

Jeremy's a fair size, and strong enough for 18, but he doesn't have the inclination or coordination to fight, much less play sports. As his dad has always believed he should. He tried football once, in the tenth grade they put him in as a Lineman at try-outs and as a joke set him up against the most vicious twelth grade left guard in the county.

His Dad hits him, and while every year it hurts less and less, it still hurts. He loves his father though, and believes that he owes his old man alot. He does really try hard to make the man proud of him, but his best is never enough.

When his dad told him they were having a woman come and live with them to help out, his first thoughts were how to avoid messing up, and embarassing himself in front of her. But the way he see it, he always screws up somehow, and he's as nervous as he is excited about having help with the chores.
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IC: Jeremy sighed, Heather was awake again.

"Jerry me!" she called happily "Jerry me!"

He had better get up before his dad did. Climbing out of bed he threw on a shirt and stepped out of his small second story room into the hall. He crept along trying not to make any noise, and eased open the door to his sister's room.

"What is it Heather?" He asked softly, sitting down on the chair next to her bed, and smiling at her in the softly moonlit room.

"Can we read a story Jerry me?"

"It's very late Heather can we read one in the morning?" He asked kindly. At 22 his sister Heather was about the same level as a four year old mentally, and as he had discovered early on, she had the energy of one too.

"Please Jerry me?" She asked, tilting her head to one side and looking up at him with big blue eyes. The look always made him feel like he was going to crush her heart if he said no.

"Okay Heather one story" He flicked on the bedside table lamp and pulled out a small book, from the drawer. "How about Thumbelina?"

"Yeah! I like that one! Did you know I like that one Jerry me?"

Jeremy smiled, "No I didn't is it your favorite?"

"Yeah"

An hour and three books later, Jeremy sighed heavily Heather had finally drifted off part way through Beauty and the Beast. It was 4 am, he'd need to get up in and hour! He decided he had best not go back to sleep, the new lady was coming today and he still had to clean up the kitchen from last night.

He pulled some ratty old sweat pants on over his boxers and went down stairs, wetting a cloth in the sink and wiping down the table. He did the dishes next, and then the counter, the lady was supposed to arrive at 9 o'clock sharp, and he was glad he would be at school. The thought of the woman coming was more that alittle intimdating, just one more person to yell when he screwed up...

At 5 he headed outside, placing his white cowboy hat on his head and stepping into some old gumboots. The cows wouldn't open the door to the field themselves afterall, and they had brought them in last night when it was raining. All the while as he went about his work, cleaning up the barn and baling hay, he was totally oblivious to the fact that he was now 18.

His birthday's hadn't had much meaning since his mom had died, even when he had turned 16 and got his license all it really meant was that HE could drive Heather to Mrs. Lawrence's on weekday mornings.

At about 7, he headed inside, his chores done for the moment, he heard the shower running and knew his father was up. Not that it made much difference, his dad didn't usually talk to him in the morning. Heather was up a few minutes later and he made her breakfast, then took her upstairs for a bath, and got her dressed for the day.

By 830 they were on their way to Mrs. Lawrences, driving Jeremy's pride and joy, a 1985 ford F-250 that his dad had sold him a few months ago. It had taken every penny he had saved since his tenth birthday to buy it, but he had and he was thrilled with it.

School went by in a haze of insults and awkward questions, he didn't really like to think to much about it, he got the results of his last history exam, which he had passed with flying colors.

"I think your dad'll be proud Jeremy, 96% is the best score I've ever seen on this test" His teacher said as she handed it back to him.

"Thank you ma'am" he replied tucking it into his bag as the bell rang and he headed out into the parking lot.

"Hey Jerry me" someone called from behind him. He turned around, some of the local dickheads had started calling him that after they had seen him grocery shopping with his sister.

"What is it Aiden?" He asked, politely, He was taller than the other boy by about 4 inches, but he wasn't a fighter, and Aiden was the roughest kid he had ever met.

"Me and the boy's were just wondering... if you'd like to come down the field tonight to play some ball?" Aiden asked, a friendly smile on his face as he tossed a foot ball into the air and caught it. Jeremy hesitated, he couldn't believe his luck maybe someone was giving him a chance?

"Sure!" Jeremy said with a grin "Yeah I'll be there what time?"

"7 o'clock" Aiden said, his smile all the wider "be there man"

"I will thanks!" He replied hoping into his truck and driving off. Jeremy picked up Heather and headed home, maybe things were looking up!
 
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Kristine Jansen
33
5'4"
125 lbs
Long brown hair - Down to middle of back
Brown eyes

Kristine had lived her entire life in the city. Cinncinnati, Ohio to be exact. She was a busy woman who had a very demanding job in the office for an Advertising Agency. She worked long hours and got good pay but rarely did she find the work to be totally satisfying. She became burnt out quite often and on her time off she would retreat to the woods to spend a weekend or two alone camping with a few friends. It was on one of those special times when she heard of an opportunity to care for a family who needed help.

Kristine was quite eager to take part in this since she had a motherly side to her. She never had any children but always wanted some and she thought being away from the hustle and bustle of city life would suit her fine. She didn't want to quite quit her job just yet so she took two weeks off to try it out and if she liked it she would permanetly move in with the family who needed her. The pay definitly wouldn't be as good but Kristine felt that her sanity and peace of mind was worth more than making a big paycheck.

She packed her things and began the 2 1/2 hour drive up to the small town that housed less than 1,000 people. She knew of the family's background from the friend who told her about this but of course she didn't know all the details. There was a father who ran his family farm and then there was an 18 year old son and a 22 year old daughter who had special needs. She loved the thought of being able to take care of them since their mother had died a few years ago.

The ride in the car was peaceful and very relaxing. She had her windows rolled all the way down and the music blasting. Every now and then she would sing along to a song she liked. She kept her long hair in a ponytail but some of it was coming loose as the wind blew in her hair.

It was just about 9am when she pulled into the long driveway of the large farmhouse. She looked around and saw some animals grazing and quite a few tractors in the field. It was definitly different than what she was used to and she hoped that she would adapt rather quickly.

Parking her car next to the other vehicle that was there she got out and pulled out her bags. A friendly black lab approached her and began to bark which brought the attention from the father who suddenly came out and greeted her. He couldn't be that old but he seemed tired and sore from all his morning chores. She shook his hand and then followed him inside. There was obvious neglect and she immediately began to think of ways to spruce the place up a bit. Give it a feminine touch. He wrote everything down for her that she needed to do and then showed her around. He then pointed to her room and then excused himself. Setting her bags down she sat on the bed that would be hers and looked around. It was rather plain but the view from her window was wonderful. Looking outside she could see the lake that was right behind their house and a nice swing that was hanging from under a huge willow tree.

Kristine took the piece of paper that was her list and looked it over. The first thing she was instructed to do was clean Heather's room while she was away so she immediately went to the task.

The rest of the afternoon went about smoothly and now it was her turn to prepare the afternoon meal before Jeremy and Heather returned home. She was excited to finally meet them and she repeatedly looked out the window waiting for them to arrive...
 
Jeremy pulled up, driving alittle too fast as he sometimes did when he was excited, he slammed on the breaks and came to a skidding stop. There was a fancy looking car in the drive way, which he assumed was the new lady's. He helped Heather out of the truck and shouldered his school bag.

"Jerry me! I want a piggy ride!" She said jumping up on his back giggling. "WEEEE!"

Jeremy laughed and dropped his bag, his older sister was light as a feather and he was always careful when he carried her. He started to walk up the driveway, and she laughed happily. He could see his dad plowing out in the field. It looked like he was in a pretty good mood. The Tractor he was driving moving slow, and steady, the rows of dirt perfectly angled and sized.

They reached the front door and Jeremy opened it, carrying Heather inside. A woman was at the window, her long brown hair cascading down her back. Jeremy immediately felt a flush come to his face. What if she had seen him looking?

Setting Heather down, Jeremy told her to go into the kitchen and we would be along in minute to make her a snack. Quickly he ran out and grabbed his bag, returning to the kitchen to make Heather a sandwhich.
 
Kristine was in the kitchen preparing the meal when she heard voices coming from outside. Looking out the window she saw a boy who apparently was Jeremy carrying his older sister on his back. She seemed so fragile yet he was very careful to hold onto her tightly. Kristine smiled at their playful banter and then waited for them to enter the house.

Heather immediately rushed in and looked at her curiously. "Hi there, you must be Heather. My name is Kristine and I am the lady who will be here helping you and your family" She then waited for a response and it didn't take long to get one. Heather went to her and opened her arms for a hug. Kristine wrapped her arms around the girl and held her against her briefly before looking at her face again. "How was your day, would you like something to eat?" She motioned towards the food that was on the kitchen counter and smiled at how excited Heather became. She jumped up and down and clapped her hands. Kristine was immediately drawn towards the girl and vowed to do her best to care for her.

"I arrived here around 9am this morning and your father showed me around your house. I cleaned up your room already and even left a little surprise for you" Kristine had left a small teddy bear on the girls pillow since she heard she liked to collect them. "You can go check it out after you eat your food" Another squeal of excitement erupted from Heather and Kristine couldn't help but smile once again.

She then heard another voice and turned around to be faced with Jeremy. She looked him over. He was quite tall with hair down to his shoulders. He was thin, yet at the same time a little muscular from years of working the fields. He had a very boyish charm about him in the way he smiled but quickly looked down and Kristine noticed the deep crimson color that formed on his cheeks. He had an androgynous appearance which gave him a softer look. She couldn't help but smile. After drying off her hands she approached him and shook his looking into his eyes. "Hello there Jeremy? I am Kristine and I will be living here with you and your family. It is very nice to meet you all." She stood there a few seconds looking at him before gasping and going back to the food. "You must be starving. Would you care for a fried egg sandwich and some hashbrowns?" She watched him sit down at the table and then went to get him and Heather both a tall glass of milk. "So how was your day today Jeremy? Do you have any plans for this evening?" Once the food was finished she put it on plates and then served them both and sat down opposite them at the table. Heather was having a hard time eating and was dropping food on her clothes. "Oh, let me help you" Jeremy had gotten up at the same time and just as Kristine reached to pick up some hashbrowns from Heather's pants Jeremy's hand came down on hers. She turned her head and looked over at the boy. "Oh, it's okay Jeremy I got it. You don't have to stress so much now that I am here. Go back to eating" She then cleaned Heather up and continued to help her eat positioning her body next to Jeremy's...
 
Jeremy tried to smile as she introduced herself, and stammered something that resembled a greeting.

"H-Hey nice to see you- I mean meet you" he blushed furiously, she was a rather pretty woman, her long hair trailing down added a kind of flowing grace to her movements. He accepted the food she had made with a polite thank you, and then sat down, trying to eat as slowly as possible, as his mother had told him it was polite too do.

He wished she was here right now, she always helped him get over his anxiety. As his thoughts trailed away she asked if he had any plans for the night.

"Ummm... yeah I got invited to the field" He said, it felt strange to say it to this woman he barely knew, yet it felt right somehow.

Jeremy bolted up to help Heather as she dropped some food, nearly knocking his chair over, much to Heather's amusement the girl giggled as both he and Kristine moved to help her. Again he blushed deeply as their hands met.

He mumbled an awkward apology, and moved out of her way. Sitting back in his chair, and yet as she moved she somehow ended up rather close to him, her shapely body rather close to his... He couldn't help but look alittle, was she doing this on purpose?

"Ummm, I-ah- b-better go see if my dad needs a hand with anything" he said quickly, taking the plate to the sink and rising it before darting out the door. He felt his temperture dropping as he stepped outside, the red flush slowly leaving his cheeks. What if she had seen him looking at her? The first day! Dread filled him. If he was the reason she left his dad would kill him!
 
Kristine smiled at Jeremy when he told her that he got invited somewhere. "Thats good. I hope you have a good time" She then watched him get up and leave before tending back with Heather who still needed help with eating.

Jeremy seemed awful nervous and shy around her. She guessed it was because he was still a teenager. She heard that many boys his age felt insecure around older women. She would take her time and get to know him properly in hopes that he would feel at ease with her. The last thing she wanted was for him to find her instrusive to his family.

Once Heather had been fed she helped her up and walked her to her room where she immediately went to the stuffed animal and began to play with it. Kristine then returned to the kitchen where she gathered all the dishes and began to wash them. So far things were looking up and she was enjoying herself. She hoped that the rest of her time here would be just as rewarding so that she could finally quit her job.

Looking out the window she watched Jeremy interact with his father. They seemed to be in deep discussion about something. She couldn't hear much since the tractor was going but she watched their body language. Gary seemed to be giving him orders of some sort by the way he was pointing his fingers. Shrugging, she went back to the dishes and began to put them away. When she looked back out the window a few minutes later, Jeremy was gone. He must have left for the evening to meet those friends of his. She would ask him all about it once he returned.

Kristine looked at the list Gary prepared for her and realized that she needed to do the laundry. All the clothes were in the basement in the hamper and once she went down there she soon realized that they only had an old washer and no dryer. She would have to hang the clothes outside to dry. That was something she definitly wasn't used to. Living in the city brought great modern conveniences and the realization that this could take hours to complete caused her to sigh. "Well I better start now" she mumbled to herself.

The rest of the afternoon was spent washing the clothes and then carrying the load outside to dry and then bringing them all back in again to put away. She was becoming tired and feeling a bit uncomfortable from the summer heat. Wiping her brow she took a look at the clock and panicked when she realized that it was well past 6pm. Gary expected dinner to be served at 6:30, what would she do? She still had 2 more loads of clothes to put away but she would have to put that on hold to get the evening meal started. She didn't want Gary to be angry with her on her first day.

"Gary I must apologize that I haven't started dinner yet. I am not used to hanging the clothes outside on the line. It is taking me longer than it should. Next time I do the laundry I will be more prepared and start earlier" She looked at his face. "I will go ahead and make dinner now" He didn't say much but a look of disappointment flashed on his face briefly before he nodded and told her she could leave.

She bit her lip as she headed back into the kitchen again. She was so worried that she would be sent home tomorrow morning. She would have to be on the ball, 'just think of the deadlines as if you were at work again', she thought to herself.

She then thought of Jeremy and wondered when he would be returning home again...
 
"Alright boy, you can go and meet these kids, after you replace the tire on the trailer" Gary shook his head, the fool boy thought he had made a friend?

"Thanks dad!" Jeremy grinned for ear to ear as he dashed across the yard, jacking up his dad old two wheel trailer. Humming to himself he changed, the tire and torqued it back on. He put his dad's tools away in the basement and at 5:45 headed out, his dad had given him a couple of errands to run before he met the guys at the field.

So he headed down to the pharmacy to get Heather's medication, and then over to the local grocer to pick up some food for next few days, he kept it all in the cab with him, since they didn't need much, just a couple of loafs of bread. Jeremy had worked hard over the last couple of years too keep a large vegetable garden growing so they didn't need much in the way of fresh produce.

All in all his errands took just over and hour, and he arrived at the field at 7 on the dot. Jeremy was ecstatic as he jumped down out of the truck, happily smiling to himself as he walked over to where he saw Aiden and three other guy's.

"Hi..." He said somewhat awkwardly as he came closer to them. "How's it going?"

Aiden turned away from his friends to face Jeremy. "So you decided to show up eh?"

"Ummm... yeah you invited me right?" That was when he noticed that there was no football in sight. "Ahh, to play football?"

"Oh yeah s'pose I did..." The attack came so fast Jeremy was nearly down before he knew what was going on, Aiden's fists cracked into his chest one after the other with a series of audible thuds. He stumbled back losing his balance and falling to the ground, Jeremy rolled over trying to protect his face.

One of Aiden's goon's booted him hard in the side, while the other planted a foot in the center of his back so that he couldn't get up. Aiden grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head up.

"I don't like you Jeremy, so stay away from me... and my friends... and anyone that has anything to do with me, if you don't listen, thing's will be alot worse next time" Aiden slammed his face into the ground and walked toward his truck "You shouldn't leave your car door's unlocked Jeremy"

He opened the door to the cab and tossed the groceries across the parking lot, but stopped when he got to the pharmacy bag. He took out the small amber colored container labeled Ritalin.

"So you got ADD huh?" Aiden said ambling back toward him, shaking the bottle lightly.

"No s'for my sister" Jeremy replied as best he could from his pinned position.

"Oh really? Stand him up boy's, I want him too see good and proper"

"Have some Jerry-Me" Aiden laughed as his mouth was viciously hauled open, and his head tilted back. Jeremy tried to shake his head. Ritalin calmed those who had problems like ADD, but too it would give a normal person so much energy he/she could barely sit still, and his dad would be pissed if he found out he had lost the pills. Three pills fell into his mouth and Aiden emptied the rest onto the grass.

"Give him something to remember me by, boy's" One of the goons slugged Jeremy hard in the face, and drew blood from his nose.

"See ya at school...." one laughed following the now departing Aiden. He was amazed they hadn't taken his truck, until that is, he saw the brand new camaro they left in.

It was nearly ten minutes later, when Jeremy finally made it into his truck, all the mess of the groceries now cleaned and what remained of them in the seat beside him... his dad was gonna be pissed.
 
Gary leapt up to his feet when he heard the truck coming back into the driveway. He cursed under his breath and stormed out of the house and walked right over to Jeremy.

"Where the hell have you been boy? I didn't give you permission to stay out for hours!" He then got a good look at his sons condition and frowned. "What happened to you? Was it those boys you were going to meet?" He scowled angrily and then very swiftly brought his hand up and slapped him hard against the face. "Whats the matter with you? What were you thinking? Did you actually think they wanted to be your friend Jeremy? Why the hell do you have to be such a god damned screw up all the time for huh? You are a complete worthless piece of shit" He pushed him hard back up against the truck and grabbed onto his shirt staring him into the eyes. "Don't you go messing things up now that Kristine is here to help around the house. If she leaves because of you, you will get the beating of your life, do you hear me boy?"

He then looked inside the truck and noticed the bottle of Ritalin had been tampered with. "What did you do with your sisters medication? You fool!" He hissed and then punched him hard causing Jeremy to buckle over in pain. "Why can't you be a man for once in your life. Instead you go around with that long hair of yours. You look enough like a girl as it is. I should chop all your hair off!" His anger was getting the best of him. He had no idea that Kristine was watching from the kitchen window.

"I have no faith in you Jeremy. Who's going to take care of this place once I die? I sure as hell can't rely on you. Look at you! All the groceries and pills scattered about the cab. Can't even stand up to anybody his own age." He moved closer, "I still say it was your fault that your mother died. All the trouble you gave her. Don't you go messing things up with this new lady. You hear me?!"

Kristine was alarmed by the way Gary ran out of the house, she had to see what was going on. To her horror she saw Jeremy coming out of his truck all beat up and she thought that his father was going to console him but he suddenly began to verbally and physically abuse him. She gasped and her face turned white. She couldn't believe all the cruel things he was saying and doing. Jeremy didn't deserve that! Her heart began to race in her chest and she was seconds away from going out there and getting in the middle of them but then logic kicked in and she knew that being it was only her first day here it more than likely wasn't her place to get involved. Still she felt sickened by the blatant abuse she was witnessing and it made her stomach lurch. She didn't know if she could continue cooking the evening meal now. As she watched Gary continue on she suddenly felt afraid that he would unleash his anger out on her like that sometime. Did he expect perfection out of his family members? Did he treat Heather the same way?

She tried to compose herself once they came into the house but it was hard. Her eyes searched Jeremy but he had his head down feeling ashamed and hurt. She then looked at Gary wishing he would explain himself but he only told her to carry on and then he went into the bathroom. She stood there feeling a bit defeated until her motherly instincts overpowered her and she went after Jeremy needing to see if he was alright.

She saw him sitting on his bed breathing hard and ragged. "Jeremy? Jeremy, may I come in? Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help?" A look of genuine concerned on her face...
 
Hot boiling anger rising in his chest, it was like someone had lit a fire in his stomach and then dumped gasoline into it.

Jeremy walked over to her, his one eye swollen shut. He looked at her silently his one open eye glaring. His look softened a little when he saw her face, but not by much. She looked so different from his mother, with her long dark hair and womanly figure, but her vibrant energy and concern was so like her.

His dad was right of course it was his fault his mom had died, and her reminding him of his mother wasn't something he wanted to deal with right now.

"I'm alright," he said, his voice monotonous and cold. "You should probably go and finish making dinner..."

Jeremy started to close the door, slowly so it didn't seem like he was slamming it in her face, but then stopped and walked across the room, sitting down at his desk and pulling out the exam his teacher had given him. The red 9 and 6 staring up at him cheerfully.

He could hear his sister playing in the next room, giggling happily, his dad was just getting out of the washroom, and Kristine was still standing in the doorway as if debating what too do.
 
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Kristine could feel Jeremy's anger radiating off his body as he looked at her with his one eye while the other was swelled shut. Even his voice was fueled with rage. It caused her to back up slightly. He then almost slammed the door in her face but left it open slightly giving her a crack to look inside his room.

She stood there watching him for a few minutes. The lonliness was echoing off the bedroom walls. He then pulled out a piece of paper and as Kristine looked on further she realized it was a test and he had a 96 on it. A slow smile formed on her lips and she debated on what to do. Part of her knew that she had to get back into the kitchen and finish making the dinner before Gary became angry, but another part of her felt as though she needed to go to Jeremy and talk to him and clean up his wounds.

"Jeremy?" She called out softly as she treaded into his room carefully. She then moved up behind him and looked over his shoulder at the test. "Thats great that you got a 96 on that test! Do you get such good grades in all your classes?" She had heard from her friend who got her this job that Jeremy was quite an intelligent boy but that his father just didn't give him the attention he deserved for it.

"Let me take a look" She pulled up a chair and sat beside him taking the paper into her hands. She studied it, reading over all the questions. She didn't think she could do well at all if she were to take this test right now. Most of the stuff she learned in highschool had been forgotten over the years. "This is really good Jeremy. You should be proud of yourself" She rested her hand on his shoulder and patted lightly smiling at him.

She then took a more serious tone. "Jeremy, do you want to talk about what happened tonight? Why did you come home with all those bruises on you like that? I thought you were meeting your friends" She heard him wince a bit when he adjusted himself on the chair. "Does your father hurt you like this alot?" She got a good look at all his wounds and thought she better do something about them before they get infected. "Come on into the bathroom, let me clean you up. I will also give you some pain reliever so you can sleep tonight" She had no idea that 3 Ritalin pills were forced down his throat. "After dinner we can spend some more time together. I would like to get to know you more. I really hope that you don't find me intrusive into your home. If there is anything you want to talk about I will be here for you Jeremy"...
 
The ritalin induced energy was starting to kick in, hard. His anger was evaporating as the drugs took affect. Suddenly he began to notice the highlights of Kristine's hair, the movement of her lips when she spoke... He followed Kristine to the bathroom without a word, fidgeting and twitching alittle as he did. He wanted to run! Jump and use this wonderful energy, but now wasn't the time.

"They weren't my friends" Jeremy said sadly, they don't like me much, but that's okay knowone does!" He nearly laughed.

"I do alright in most of my classes, I'm good at history" Jeremy was talking very fast, and moving his hand's enthusiastically. "But Math is a weak point..."

Kristine began to clean his cuts and bruises with a damp cloth, and he could feel the heat of her body as she moved about him. It was torture to watch her move, he wanted to feel the contours of her body but knew that would be no where near acceptable. He tried to convince himself it was the pills talking, but he had never heard of ritalin increasing a persons sex drive.

She was standing in front of him now wiping the last of the blood off his forehead, he wanted to reach out and touch her... and he nearly did, his hands started to move as he reached for her, but after a moments hesitation he managed to turn it into an awkward hug.

"My dad only hits me when I deserve it..." he whispered. His eyes wide and honest. His hands lingered on her back even as he leaned back to look her in the eyes "And you don't seem intrusive... I like your questions"

Jeremy's hands started to slide down her back alittle, moving toward her bum, but he forced himself to move back, lowering his hands.

"Do you want to have se- some help with dinner?" Jeremy stuttered, in his excitement he had nearly asked her for sex. He needed to calm down, and god did he hope his dad didn't put two and two together and realize he was hyped on Ritalin.
 
Kristine was aware of the sudden rush of energy that Jeremy seemed to possess in an instant. She wondered where it had come from but didn't question him about it. Instead she went to work on cleaning him up and then gave him a couple pills to ease the pain.

She smiled at his attempt to hug her. It was rather charming and she wrapped her arms around him hugging him closely. He seemed so vunerable and naive. She would be his friend and be there for him since his father would not. "Jeremy you don't deserve to be beaten by your father. You should never feel as though you deserve it."

He then asked her a question but she could have sworn that he meant to ask her if she wanted to have sex. She looked at him funny but quickly dismissed it. She must have been looking too much into it. "No, you don't have to help me with dinner. I can manage on my own. The only thing you can do is make sure to eat it all up. You are so thin Jeremy" She lightly patted his stomach and then stood up motioning for him to follow her down to the kitchen.

Gary was sitting at the table looking obviously upset that it was taking her so long. Heather was there too getting antsy since she was hungry. She began to concentrate on cooking the food but was painfully aware that Jeremy was watching her. She began to wonder if he had a crush on her or something. Once the food was served everybody began to eat. Gary had a disdainful look on his face everytime he looked at his son. It was rather pitiful to watch. The entire meal was rather quiet except for the times when Heather would laugh and talk to noone in particular. Kristine made sure to clean everything up good in hopes to avoid the anger of Gary and then went back to her room needing to relax. It was a very busy day for her and she was exhausted.

She kept her door open as she rummaged through her things and began to put them in the drawers to keep them organized. She didn't know that Jeremy was about to approach her room..
 
Jeremy was struggling with his energy. It was hard to hold it all in! He had been fidgeting and twitching all evening. The painkiller's were working well, he felt none of the agony he should have been in, in fact he felt great. As he approached Kristine's room he realized he didn't know why he was here... But as he stepped into the doorway he found himself quite happy to just watch her.

She was putting clothes away, and the way she moved was mesmerizing. Jeremy stayed silent, he didn't want to ruin this moment, the Ritalin was fading slowly, and that was a good thing he supposed. Kristine stilled hadn't noticed him when she started to put away her underwear, and he felt himself hardening as she removed some very sexy looking panties from her suitcase.

"Ummm Kristine?" He said quietly stepping into the room "Ahh, I was wondering if you needed anything?"

He clasped his hands together in front of his hardness hoping she couldn't see it from her angle!
 
Kristine was so absorbed with what she was doing that she didn't even realize that Jeremy was standing in the doorway watching until he called out her name. She turned around and jumped looking as though she saw a ghost. "Oh my god Jeremy, don't do that you scared me to death!" She put her hand to her chest and began to breathe heavily. She noticed how nervous he seemed to be and wondered why he was standing there so oddly with his hands clasped in front of his body like that.

She then relaxed a bit and actualy lightly laughed. "It's alright, you can come in. It was just so quiet and then you suddenly spoke. I didn't expect that" She patted the spot on the bed next to her and watched as he sat down. His face was still swollen from the beating he took from his classmates and his father. "Hopefully you will feel better by tomorrow" She lightly touched his face and then put more of her belongings away.

When he asked if she needed any help she thought about it and looked around. "Well, not really. I think I have most everything under control" She then looked outside and stared at the open backyard that butted up against the serene lake. "Perhaps you could show me around your property. It looks so peaceful here. Much different than what I am used to" She then turned around and faced him square on. "Are you alright? You seem rather...hyper" She didn't know that he had been forced to take the Ritalin earlier...
 
"Ahhh... Well-ahh... I think it might be the adrenaline, you know from the field" Jeremy stammered. He knew it was a poor excuse, what had taken place in the field was already at least 3 hours behind them. Sitting beside her, he shivered as her soft hands brushed ever so lightly against the side of his face. The small touch was enough to renew the hard-on he had finally been getting under-control.

"I- I'm glad you like it here..." He blurted out. As she turned back to her things. He took a deep breath "I'm glad you find it peaceful..." He added his eyes breaking contact with her own and turning toward the floor.

He was still twitching and fidgeting, he hoped it would go away soon. It was fading but not fast enough for his liking, the abundance of energy scared him, what if his dad noticed? Then Kristine might not talk to him if she knew what an idiot he had been... the thought saddened him. He could feel his heart sink in his chest.

"Umm, if you don't need anything I'm gonna head to bed... I imagine you'll want to have a shower? The water takes about 5 minutes to heat up, but the hot water tank is really big so you should have plenty once it has"

Jeremy smiled and walked out, headed to his room for some much needed down time, he had homework to do and a long list of things to think about...
 
Kristine smiled at Jeremy when he spoke to her. He had such a boyish charm, a way about him that made him appear wholesome. He seemed so innocent and naive. It was rather fresh versus all the garbage she was accostumed to in the big city.

"Yes, perhaps later on in the evening or even tomorrow you could show me around this lovely piece of land you have here. You are very lucky to be around so much nature. Everything is so open. You can actually breathe out here. The air is pure. It is what I have been longing for for a very long time" She then stood up and agreed that a shower would be a good idea indeed.

"Yes, I think I will do just that. I usually like to take long showers. I hope your father doesn't mind at all"

She watched him leave the room and then gathered her sweatpants and shirt and went to the bathroom. It was spacious enough although it could use a good cleaning. Most likely Gary would have it on his list for her to do in the morning. She set her things down and then pulled out a large soft towel and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Turning on the water she waited for what felt like an eternity for it to get hot. She then slowly slipped inside and allowed the soothing wather to run down her aching body. She put in a genuine fulls day work and she needed this sort of pampering. Bringing her head completely under the spray she brought her hands up and moved her hair around letting the water completely soak it. She closed her eyes and took a deep satisfying breath as relaxation was fast approaching.

She kept the bathroom door ajar a few inches because she always hated it when the steam became so unbearable. She didn't like too much humidity while bathing. She took the new bar of soap into her hands, lathered it and then began to wash her body from the top down unaware that Jeremy was peeking inside to get a better look...
 
He didn't mean to look! He hadn't realized she was in there, honestly! But what a sight. Jeremy found himself unable to take his eyes off the mirror that reflected the nude woman showering. Kristine was running her hands through her long wet hair, and cleaning the dirt from her body. She looked amazing even though he couldn't see the fine details.

The Shower curtain obscured the parts he wanted to see the most, but his hard-on grew stiff and long in his pants. It wasn't long before he was forced to retreat to his room. In his hurry he left the door slightly ajar dropping his pants and taking hold of his long hard member in one hand. He was surprisingly long, and thick for someone of his stature, nearly 9 inches long though he was acutely unaware of being anything other than average.

Jerking himself off in silence he closed his eyes and imagined Kristine as he had seen her in the shower. He didn't hear the water shut off, or the soft footsteps of someone coming closer to his room.

All he could think about was Kristine, the way she moved and the way her hands had felt on his face. It was only after he was done, his hot sticky load pouring onto the floor in thick gobs that he realized that Kristine may have seen him watching her! Dread filled him as he wiped his hands on a hankerchief, if it was his fault she left his father would kill him!

She would surely say something to his dad, it was entirely possible that right now she was talking to him, her hair still wet, wrapped in nothing but a fluffy white towel... He quickly shut out such thoughts this was bad if she had seen him...
 
Kristine was taking a nice long leisurely shower having no idea that Jeremy was watching her. She lathered up the soap and ran her hands all over her body washing every crevice of her skin. She even had enough water to shave her legs and private region. She liked the feeling of being smooth and silky. When she was through she got out and dried herself off. She never liked to dress in the bathroom because it was too hot so she took the clothes she brought in there and wrapped them up under her arm and began to walk back to her room in just a towel.

Passing Jeremy's room she noticed that it was cracked open a few inches. She stopped and peered inside. She saw him on his bed masturbating and her eyes went wide. As much as she knew she should walk away she couldn't stop watching him. He had quite a large cock, bigger than she expected. He was doing something so private and here she was secretly watching how his hand moved up and down bringing himself to orgasm. She shifted in her spot after realizing that her body was reacting to this. She couldn't help it when she felt wetness seep out onto her inner thigh. She kept looking down the hall for any signs that Gary would be coming by and since she didn't hear him she kept watching. Her tongue darted out and casually licked her pink lips making them glisten. She didn't want to be caught, she seemed to enjoy watching behind the door like this. Soon, he began to climax and her eyes followed the thick jets of cum that landed on his hand, body and even on the floor. Most of the guys her age couldn't shoot their cum worth a damn, but here was Jeremey a young, healthy boy who could really make it fly out hard. Her cheeks flushed at her arousal. Once he was finished he sat up and she quickly moved out of the way and went to her room. She hoped he didn't notice her staring.

Looking at herself in the mirror she quickly got dressed and combed out her thick hair. She then waited 10 minutes before going back down into the living room. It was dark which told Kristine that Gary and Heather were both in bed now. Turning on a small light she went and made some tea for herself and waited to see if Jeremy would join her...
 
Jeremy was on his way down to the kitchen for a glass of water, he was so very thirsty all of a sudden. And besides he needed something to clear his head. When he walked into the kitchen he noticed two things. Tea was on, and Kristine was still awake.

"Y-Your up late..." he said trying to sound casual but unable to meet her eyes. Did she know? Would she say something? Or would she ignore it because he was a hormonal teenager? Did she know? Jeremy's mind was racing and he thought it must be written all over his face as he kept his back to her, fetching himself some water.

He was still wearing his jeans and t-shirt, but had failed to notice the dark mark his cum had left on the jeans only a few minutes ago.
 
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