Make Me Smile

Festivals

The Sheep Festival happened not long after. I didn’t have a sheep, so I wouldn’t be able to participate. I was just happy because it meant that Vaughn and I got to spend three days in a row together, since it fell on a Friday.

As we were standing around at the festival, Vaughn turned to me. “Why don’t you have any sheep?”

I shrugged. “I already have more to do on the farm than I can handle. I have plenty of time in the day, just not enough energy. I’ve been concentrating on crops, because they’re a bigger money maker than animals, at least to start with.” I patted the sheep in front of us. “I hope to have sheep someday, though.” Vaughn just grunted, and seemed lost in thought.

The Cooking Festival came soon after that. I was actually disappointed when Pierre announced it, because it would fall on a Wednesday. Sometimes, if there were non animal related festivals that fell on Wednesday or Thursday, Vaughn wouldn’t bother coming to the island. I hadn’t asked him if he were coming or not, so I didn’t know whether to expect him.

So, I was positively delighted when I walked into the meadow and saw Vaughn on the other side, talking to Mirabelle with his back turned to me. I snuck up behind him and poked him in the back. He jumped, startled, and then turned around to face me. “Hey,” he grunted, but I could tell by the blush on his cheeks that he was happy to see me. We walked to a quiet corner of the meadow, and he scooped me up in his arms, kissing me warmly. “I was done with work and had some time to kill, so I thought I’d come on by,” he told me.

I tilted my head at him. “Why is it that when there’s a festival in town, you never come by my house first?”

He chuckled. “Well, for one, I like seeing the expression on your face when you’re surprised to see me. It’s even better in public, because you’re trying to act all calm, but I can tell you’re fighting back the urge to squeal. You look so cute.” I blushed, and he continued. “And the other reason is that I usually get here early to help set up for the festivities. There aren’t that many able bodied men on this island, so I like to lend Gannon and Chen a hand.” I just nodded and kissed him again, then went over to talk to Pierre to see about entering into the contest.

I looked over the categories, and after some careful consideration, I decided to enter into the desserts competition. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I was trying. I had almost no ingredients to choose from, and while they weren’t low quality, they definitely weren’t gourmet standard. I left Vaughn in the meadow while I went to make my entry. I paced around my kitchen, thumbing through the recipes I had received from the café owner. Cakes were out, since I didn’t have flour. I could make strawberry mochi…but I didn’t really like mochi all that much myself. So I finally settled on ice cream. All that required was milk and eggs. I threw in some freshly harvested strawberries to make it sweet, and I stuck it in the freezer, taking it out every fifteen minutes to stir it thoroughly. I didn’t have an ice cream churn, so this was the best it was going to get.

After about three hours, it seemed solid enough. So I hurried back to the festival, making it just in time for the tasting, and placed it on the judging table. I waited with trepidation for Pierre to taste it. I was relieved that he didn’t make a scary face when he tried it, but I still ended up losing to Charlie’s pudding.

I pouted a little over losing to a kid. But, he had learned to be a pretty good cook since it was just him and his father living together. I guess it was a survival trait.

Not long after that, the Spring Crop Festival arrived. I couldn’t believe how fast this season was flying by! I was very disappointed at the festival, however. I had planted a patch of potatoes late in the season, but a succession of cloudy days hampered their growth, and they were still not ready for harvest. I sadly carried a potato from earlier in the season that I had saved for eating. It wasn’t horrible looking; it was unblemished and a decent size. But it wasn’t the kind of quality that could win the contest, that was for sure. Still, I didn’t want to come empty handed, so I brought it with me.

Of course, it lost. I sighed, and Vaughn looked at me. I glared at him. “What, are you going to tell me that the other farmers just took better care of their crops than I did?”

He looked shocked. “No, I was going to ask if you wanted to go home now.” I blushed, embarrassed that I had assumed the worst of him. He took my hand and we headed for my house. “Besides,” he grunted, “I don’t say stuff like that.”

Now it was my turn to look shocked. “You do too! You said almost that exact thing to me when I lost the Summer Crop Festival. Remember? The tomatoes?”

He furrowed his brow, trying to remember. Realization crossed his face, and he grimaced. “Yeah, I did say something like that. I’ve got to learn to watch my mouth,” he mumbled. We reached my house. Vaughn cleared his throat and then said, “Well, I have a little time before the ferry leaves…”

“Oh…really?” I said, looking down at the ground while tugging at my bandanna. He suddenly scooped me up in his arms, and I squealed out in surprise. He chuckled at my reaction as he carried me through the door, and I started giggling too. He dropped me on the bed, and then leaned over me, tickling me mercilessly. I squeaked and laughed until tears came to my eyes, and suddenly he stopped tickling me and started kissing me instead.

I moaned happily, and we quickly started shedding our clothes, our lips still locked together. He pulled me on top of him, and I cried out with delight as I eased myself down on his length. He tilted his head back, groaning deeply. I just rocked back and forth on him as he grasped at my hips, guiding my movements. “My god, Chelsea, you’re so tight,” he whispered huskily.

It felt so amazing, making love to him. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever imagined. He always knew just how to move, how to touch me. He was just a little on the rough side with me, but I liked that too.

I pressed myself firmly against him, biting my lip and feeling my face flush. “Oh, Vaughn, Vaughn!” I cried out as I exploded with pleasure. He just narrowed his eyes at me, smiling contentedly at the ecstasy he had brought me to. I held onto the feeling for as long as I could, then I collapsed onto his chest, weak with satisfaction.

After a moment, he gently urged me off of him, and he got off the bed, standing by the side. He pulled me by my ankles to the edge of the bed, and nestled himself between my thighs once again, thrusting inside of me. Since he was standing up, there was even more strength and force in his thrusts, and I screamed out with desire. He grasped my thighs roughly, pulling me into him as he slammed against me over and over. My whole body reverberated with overwhelming ecstasy. Suddenly, his thrusts changed slightly, and he groaned loudly as he released.

He leaned over me, panting for breath, and planted dozens of kisses on my face and neck. “Oh, Chelsea…” he sighed. “I can’t get enough of you.”