Make Me Smile

Staying

I kissed Vaughn goodbye that night. It would be summer before I saw him again. Which was of course, only two days away.

That Thursday, we went for a walk in the forest. I was alarmed when a couple of wild dogs ran up to us, barking loudly. I backed away slowly, but Vaughn stepped in front of me, squatting down to get on the dogs’ level. He stretched his balled up fist to the bigger dog, who sniffed it suspiciously, then lowered his head, allowing Vaughn to pet him.

“Wow, you really do have a way with animals,” I commented as he repeated the action with the other dog.

He just nodded. “Go ahead, you can pet them too.” I hesitated for a moment. They looked pretty mangy, but they looked up at me so earnestly that I couldn’t resist patting them a little bit. They panted happily. Vaughn gave a little smile. “See, you’re good with animals, too.”

The following week, the Chicken Festival came around. I entered Chichi, the chicken that Vaughn had given me in apology last year. So, he had a vested interest in seeing the bird win. We waited with bated breath for the ranks to be announced, but alas, Chichi came in 2nd place. Mirabelle confided in me that it was very close, and that she had wanted me to win, but she had to be fair.

Vaughn and I walked back to my house, and he carried Chichi. He was deep in thought as he placed her back in the coop. He looked around. “You know, you could make this henhouse larger.” He thought for a moment. “The barn too. You have plenty of room to expand it and keep more animals.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I’ve thought about doing that. But it seems kind of like a waste, because I don’t think I can handle a whole herd of livestock.”

“I can,” was his reply.

I thought I had misheard him. “Huh?” I asked.

“I can handle it.” He turned towards me. “I could stay here and take care of your animals.”

Stay here? He wants to stay here with me? All the time? My mind was racing, but I almost couldn’t believe it was real. “Oh …” I said quietly.

“Unless you don’t want me to stay here,” he grunted, turning back around.

“No! I DO want you to stay here!” I cried out, a little more emphatically than I had meant to.

He turned back around, that hint of a smile playing on his lips. “All right then.”

I ran forward and hugged him around the waist. He sighed, smoothing the wrinkles in my bandanna out, then leaning down and kissing the top of my head. “I want to be with you all the time, Chelsea,” he whispered. “I can’t stand being away from you so much.”

I just hugged him tighter, so happy I thought I was going to die. I thought of something though, and I pulled away. “What about your job?”

He shrugged. “I won’t do it anymore. I can make just as much money raising animals here.” He said it as simply as that.

Vaughn went back on the ferry that night to settle his business with the trader’s company, and to get his belongings. Meanwhile, I visited Gannon to order a full expansion of the barn and chicken coop. Vaughn said that we could also keep male animals, something I had never done before, so that we could breed our own animals instead of buying all of them.

He returned Wednesday night. I was a little jittery at the idea of him just moving in with me. What would the other islanders think? I resolved myself to try to be more like Vaughn and not worry as much about what other people thought of me. I was an adult, and we wouldn’t be hurting anyone by living together.

He dropped his bag on the floor, then unzipped it and started unpacking silently. I could see a little wisp of a smile on his face, and I knew he was happy with his decision.

Summer went along smoothly. Vaughn left once, briefly, to get the animals we would be adding to the farm. Those included a rooster, a bull, three heifers, and five sheep, one of whom was male. I had several incubators added to the chicken coop, and he placed the fertilized eggs in them so that we could increase our chicken population.

I was a little frightened the first time that I saw a bull take our cow. “Vaughn, he’s killing her! Stop him!” I pleaded with him, tugging at his arm frantically. The cow bawled and mooed loudly, looking very disturbed as the bull attempted to do his thing.

He just chuckled. “She’s fine. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen often enough. That’s just the way it goes.” I finally had to leave, unable to watch the horrifying show. I thought to myself that maybe Vaughn learned his rough ways in bed from watching bulls, and it made me giggle.

We made great roommates. He was quiet and reserved, not surprisingly, throughout the evening, and I chattered happily about whatever topic was on my mind at the moment. He no longer seemed annoyed by my propensity to talk, but instead listened with a bemused expression on his face.

Then there was another thing. When we only saw each other a couple of times a week, of course we made love both of those days, sometimes more than once in a day. I had never thought about if that pattern would change or not once we saw each other every day. It didn’t.

One night, after we had already made love every day for the past five days, I attempted to reject him nicely. “Wow, I’m really tired,” I said, slipping under the covers before he was anywhere near the bed. I rolled to face away from his side of the bed. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him. I did, I wanted him badly. But my body seriously needed a rest.

Vaughn shut out the lights and climbed in bed behind me. He must have gotten my message, because he didn’t attempt anything. He just snuggled up behind me. We lay still for a while, but slowly I became aware of something hard moving against my leg. I groaned a little, the thought of him being hard making me wet, but I fought back my feelings, reminding myself that my poor battered body needed a break from it. Vaughn just innocently nuzzled at my neck, which only made it worse. I sighed and trembled, and his arm that was around my waist moved up. He gently brushed his fingertips against one breast. I couldn’t hold back a moan, and I could hear him chuckle softly. He continued to tease me, touching me very lightly and breathing in my ear, while his erection still pressed against my thigh insistently.

Finally, with a groan of defeat, I moved to roll towards him, onto my back. He rolled back to give me room, then in a flash he was over me, snatching my panties off. He coaxed me onto my hands and knees. My heart beat rapidly, nervous of being in the awkward and unfamiliar position, but I wanted him so badly, that I didn’t care. I wasn’t even aware of him removing his boxers, but he must have done it very quickly, because I gasped as he was suddenly inside of me. I was so turned on from trying to resist him, that I really got into it. I moaned loudly, greatly enjoying every stroke that he made.

Vaughn grasped me by the waist, pulling me up to him. He reached around and rubbed me briskly, making my moaning get louder. “Mmm…do you like that?” he growled. I nodded, moaning. “Then say you like it,” he grunted.

“I-I like it…” I whispered.

“Say it louder,” he demanded. He thrust harder, and I hovered on the edge of my climax.

“I like it! Oh Goddess, I love it! I love it when you fuck me!” I screamed as I came, overwhelmed with desire for him.

I heard him gasp in surprise, quickly followed by a deep groan, as he released powerfully. “Oh, Chelsea, Chelsea, oh God, Chelsea,” he groaned over and over, still convulsing against me. He held me close to him for a moment, kissing at the back of my neck, and I sighed happily, totally satisfied.

We collapsed together side by side on the bed. He turned to me, stroking my face and looking into my eyes. “You are just full of surprises…” he whispered. I just smiled and snuggled closer to him.