Owen
The next morning, I’m sitting at the kitchen table in my place. Still brooding over the threesome. I raise my mug to my lips and let the coffee run down my throat. Instantly, I feel better, but as the thought races back in, I worry some more.
I just don’t know if I can go through with it. I basically told Trent that I’d be willing to do it if he was okay with it. The surprise on his face said more than his actual words. To me, it meant that he was thinking that I wouldn’t be willing, so that meant he wasn’t into it at first. But since I said I would, it changed his mind about it. He said he was, but I only offered it because I thought he’d want the threesome to happen.
Geesh! That’s a whirlwind of would and would nots.
I’m a little intrigued by it, but I’ve never wanted to look at a man in a sexual way. Hell, my only examples of men in my life are dad and that goddamned fucker, Wayland. IN no way do I ever want to be like them. I made a resolution sometime ago, that if I ever had a kid, or employees, I would be the exact opposite of those two shit heads.
The underlying thing that keeps nagging at me is my relationship with Trent. I don’t want anything about it to change. But I like Kelly, a lot. So does Trent.
Finishing off my coffee, I blow this threesome stuff out of my lungs, and off my shoulders. Walking from my door, I head to the barn and see Trent readying his horse to go out to the field and I notice that he has mine all prepped, waiting for me to climb on.
“Thanks for getting my horse together,” I say, grabbing the reins from the post.
He glances at me as he tries to get the bit and the bridle secured. “No worries, dude.”
Once mounted on our horses, we head toward the field to check on the cattle. We’re up there riding around counting the cattle and the calves. I watch as Trent wrangles a stray calf getting away from the herd. He’s a damned goofball, but he sure is gentle when it comes to people and animals.
The definition of his muscles shows as he tosses a lead around the young calf’s neck, tugging it snuggly and tying the other end off around the horn of his saddle. Trent’s a mighty god specimen of a male.
He rides over to me, smiling as the calf trots behind him, bleating and bawling his protest. I laugh at the youngling and then look at Trent. “He’s a defiant one, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is,” Trent says, pushing his hat back on his head so that he can see me. “Anything odd today?” he asks.
“So far, so good,” I tell him with an iPad in my hands, taking inventory and making notes. “But I haven’t gotten to the back of the pasture just yet.”
“I’m gonna untie this cackling calf, and place it in the middle of the herd,” he says, trying to loosen the lead from his position on the saddle. “I’ll meet up with you in the back.”
I place the tablet into a secure pocket of the saddle and begin making the horse trot to the rear of the field. “Sounds good, see ya there in a few.” I take off toward the back and circle the back, making the herd get into the middle.
Trent comes up beside me and brings his mount to a stop. “Anything yet?”
I shake my head as I pull out the tablet. “Not yet, I just got here.”
He surveys the herd and I get to work checking off the list, like I’m calling for attendance. “Wait a minute,” I say as I discover that a cow is indeed missing.
Trent looks at me, with an inquisitive look. “Don’t tell me another one of the herd has gone missing.”
“Okay then, I won’t tell you that,” I try to joke, but my insides aren’t agreeing with my mouth and the word’s from it. “But, I’ll say this. A cow is missing from the herd.”
“Goddamn it!” he shouts as my own frustration begins to emerge.
“I’m so fucking sick of this shit,” I tell him, making a note of which cow is missing. “What did we do to deserve this?”
Trent shakes his head, “As far as I can tell, not a damned thing. We don’t bother anyone, or try to run others off. Damned if I could figure it out, though.”
I look around the spot that Trent is standing in on his horse and I realize where I am. “Trent, this is the spot where me and Kelly heard the movement in the bushes, right over there behind you.”
I point to the spot on the fence line that is heavily covered with honeysuckle and chicory. I sort of chuckle because I always called them jelly bean flowers as a kid, but they didn’t taste like jelly beans. They were sweet to taste and just slightly salty.
Turning my thoughts back to the missing cow, I begin to worry if it’s hurt. “Do you think it could be lying somewhere, hurt?” I call to Trent, riding the perimeter.
“I don’t see anything,” he shouts back to me. “Gonna head to the homestead and tell Kelly.”
I click my tongue and my horse comes to life, running behind Trent’s horse. He finds her in the kitchen. “We’ve got missing cattle again,” his frustration rivaling mine.
In his office we tell her about the missing cow and I add in, “Yep, it’s right by the brush we sat beside the other night.” Everyone else is hitting their places for the evening and we soon will be.
Seeing Kelly stand there in a t-shirt and cut off denim shorts, flip flops on her feet and her toes painted a brilliant pink. My thoughts return to the threesome. As my dick swells, so does my frustration with everything else.
I try to control it while Trent and Kelly talk, but it overwhelms me and I demand of them, “I’m ready for this threesome, right here and right fucking now!”
Both faces stare at me and I can’t tell if it’s a go.