First Love

The evening light outside of the barn glowed orange, casting shadows inside.  The details of their bodies appeared crisp in the soft light. Their eyes feasted on the forms and ignited a glowing flame between them in a kiss.
 
They had each rehearsed this evening in their own self-pleasuring, silent and alone, dreaming. Tonight was not a dream. Tonight was a time of human reckoning as they followed their design toward its fulfillment. There was no moment to pause or turn back the clock of their desires. Seven chimes rang from the nearby house, carried on the warm, humid Oklahoma air through the opened front door. She heard the truck start as her father headed to his evening shift. They all thought she was tending the horses alone.  
 
Her boy was from a neighboring farm, and they’d grown up together, always sharing the same classroom at school. As their bodies changed, how they viewed each other changed, and interest grew. Their parents knew they were close, but couldn’t have imagined this night.  
 
The sky grew darker. These two young humans would soon bind their lives together at the base of their spines. Her eyes rolled forward, and she whimpered as he raised her and slid into curly brown hairs that covered her virgin treasure. She let herself down gently, pressing her palms into his chest until their pubic bones met, and they began in earnest on this shared journey of raw pleasure.  
 
Spread over his pulsing flesh, her eyes gazed into the dark barn wall at her earlier self. Was she ten when she felt the first tingle of pleasure in the place where flames now roared, and the fluids of two bodies have become one! She felt a rush of joy and heat! She bounced on the moist rod that slipped in and out in unison with moans of pleasure. The horses she’d begun caring for at age eight rustled in neighboring stalls at the unfamiliar sounds, neighing disapprovingly.
 
The boy began to convulse, and she knew it was happening. She looked again at the barn wall. Her mouth opened and emitted a soft worried cry. He glanced at her with concern, but there was no stopping the impending flood. She felt him press up and in firm as his streams of life must have been entering her receiving frame. She folded down on him and her sweat mixed with his as cum continued to jet into her young flesh.  
 
Finally, it was quiet, and they rested in each others' arms for a moment, processing what had just happened. The boy said, “I’m sorry.”  
 
She chirped quickly, “For what?”  
 
“I went inside you and didn’t mean to.”
 
She smiled, “Don’t worry. We’ll be alright.” Then the corners of her mouth dropped slightly as she looked up at the pitch-black barn wall, remembering that ten-year old girl who first felt a tingling in her center only seven years before.