Garden of Plenty

“Which ones are these? Tomato saplings, right?”

“Um, let me see… yeah, those are the romas.”

“I really hope we actually get to eat some of these this season.”

“Yeeeeeah, last year’s harvest was, uh, sad, to say the least.”

“Well, I bought quarter inch chicken wire instead of the half inch kind we had last year, so hopefully that keeps the squirrels out.”

“You know, we also didn’t have a cat last year. I bet Jasper prowling around the yard will keep them away.”

The heat feels tangible today, like you could reach out and hold it in your hand. We’ve been meaning to get the garden ready for summer for a few weeks now, but you’ve been busy helping out your mom and I’ve been picking up extra shifts at the store.

It’s nice, spending the afternoon together with our hands in the soil, the satisfying ache of physical labor, and the promise of a quiet night on the couch later.

“Okay, got those zucchini saplings… got the peppers in the ground… You’ve got the tomatoes. Is that everything?”

“Mmm, yeah, I think so.”

“Good, ’cause I need a break. I’m gonna grab a beer, you want one?”

“Ooh, yes, please.”

“Cheers to our garden.”

“Oh… ohhhh, shit! Damn it…”

“Wet t-shirt contest, anyone?”

“Yeah, except I’m soaked in beer instead of water. Much stickier. Hold this—I’m just going to take it off.”

“Honestly? That’s just as hot.”

You hand me your overflowing beer and pull off your faded white t-shirt. You fold it over the back of one of our outdoor chairs and straighten out your sports bra. You’ve always looked good without a shirt, but today, with the sun beating down on you, your short hair stuffed into your vintage Calvin Klein hat, you look really fucking hot.

“What? What are you looking at?”

“You.”

I close the space between us and press my hips flush against yours. I weave my hands around the back of your neck and brush my thumbs just below your ears.

“You just look… really… good right now.”

“Oh, yeah? Covered in dirt and beer and sweat? Smelling like fertilizer? You think that’s sexy?”

“Yeah, maybe I do.”

You pull off your gardening gloves and wrap your hands around my waist. Even in the heat of the afternoon sun, I love the feeling of your body pressed up against mine.

It’s incredible to me that after six years of being together we can still have moments like this. Moments when you make me weak with just a kiss. When you say something low in my ear that makes my whole body tremble.

I drag my mouth along your jaw and make my way down your neck… Your skin tastes like salt and earth and sun.

You slide your hand up the back of my shirt and I press my mouth against yours again. Our tongues meet desperately.

I pull away for just a second and there’s this wild look in your eyes right now that shoots a bolt of desire deep down inside of me. I know that look. It means we’re about to do something reckless.

“I don’t think we’ve ever had sex… outside… before…”

“That guy next door is out in his yard. What if he hears us?”

I peek over your shoulder and… yeah, sure enough… I can see our new neighbor just over the top of the fence.

“We’ll be quiet. Or… try to be.”

I guide you back towards the shed and lower us both down to the patch of soft, cool grass beneath the silver maple tree. You pull off your sports bra and toss it aside.

I settle with one of my legs between yours and brush my fingers over your breasts. Your exposed nipples harden beneath my touch.

“Oh… fuck…”

I pull away just slightly, teasing your mouth with mine. You lift your head to meet my lips and I pull back even further.

“Mmm, fuck… baby…”

“Beg me.”

“Please…”

I take your left nipple in my mouth and swirl my fingers over your upper thigh. I dip them down between your legs and tease you over the fabric of your black spandex shorts.

You pull your hat off and toss it to the side. I love the way your hair splays out on the grass beneath you, natural and messy. Untethered, just like you.

Your body arches up into mine and I want to just savor and live in this moment for as long as possible. The feeling of my weight pressed against your chest… the tickle of grass around my legs. your warm breath on my neck…

Mmm, I’ve been craving this…

You kick off your sandals and I help you out of your shorts. Looking down at your nearly naked body in the shade of the maple tree is a sight I’ll keep in my mind forever. God, those curves…

“Are you wet for me?”

“Mmm, yeah… yeah, you’re making me wet.”

I slip my hand over the thin fabric of your underwear, teasing you with little touches, not giving you what you want just yet.

I reach into the waistband of your underwear and slowly slide two fingers through your folds.

You’re struggling to keep quiet as I spread your wetness all over your pussy. Your body writhes beneath mine, getting so desperate, so needy…

I straddle one of your knees and rub myself against your thigh.

God, that feels good… your bare thigh pressing up against my pussy through my clothes… oh, fuck…

I slide my fingers up to your clit and work it with slow, smooth circles. I can tell you’re having a hard time keeping quiet by the way you bite your lip.

“Go in me, go in me…”

I slide one finger inside, but I know it’s not nearly enough for you. Your fingers squeeze firm around my upper arm, trying to tell me you want more.

“Another?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, more…”

I slip in another finger and pump them slowly… in… and out…

“Like that, baby? Does that feel good?”

My fingers sink deeper… and deeper. Your pussy clenches around me as I tease a third at your entrance.

Your fingers tangle in my hair at the back of my head as I fuck you.

“Keep making noises like that for me… mm, that’s it, baby. Just like that, you sound so fucking hot.”

I pull my fingers out of you and put all of my attention on your clit again. There’s a desperation to your kiss, a need I haven’t felt from you in a long time.

I slow my fingers and press my lips against your neck.

I shift over a little bit, readjusting your knee between my legs and grinding down harder on it.

“Take… take your clothes off. Let me see you.”

The warm air passes over my bare skin as I free myself of my clothes. I look down at you beneath me; I know every single inch of you. Just like you know every inch of me.

I put my hand against your cheek and trace the outline of your lips…

“Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Y-yeah… yeah, I want to feel you…”

“I’m—I’m gonna cum… I’m close, I’m close…”

“Let me see you cum, baby.”

“Oh my god…”

You sit up onto your elbows and push away a few hairs that have fallen over my face.

“Lie down.”

That tone in your voice… fuck, it drives me wild when I hear you talk like that.

You switch positions with me and suddenly I’m on my back, staring up at you. And you’re straddling one of my legs, just as I did to you, pushing your thigh up against my pussy.

“F-fuck, I’m sensitive…”

“Mmm, yeah, you are. Fucking me made you wet, huh?”

“Mm, fuck, yeah…”

Your fingers drift down between my breasts… Across the soft stretch of my abdomen… And hover just above my entrance.

You dip two fingers between my folds and slowly rub around my clit.

“Mm, right there, right there…”

“Shhh, baby.”

Your fingers drift down, down towards my entrance. And slowly sink inside me.

I reach down and lay my finger on my clit. I press into it, rubbing it slowly… then… faster… faster…

“I love to see you touch yourself. Keep going… make yourself cum while I fuck you…”

“Oh… damn…”

“How is this the first time we’ve fucked outside?”

“Mmmm, I don’t know. But this is how we should christen the garden every spring now.”

“Definitely. We’re absolutely going to have the best harvest ever now.”