I met Rachel through Reddit. I wish I remembered her ad; I would totally share it with you. I do remember we connected on animal fostering. She fosters dogs, and considering her field of study I will not be at all surprised when she starts fostering cows. Sadly it turned out to be a one night stand. An old friend of hers she had a crush on asked her out before we could get back together.

At the time Rachel lived way out in the countryside (or at least as far as I’m concerned), of Garner. I was nervous when we met, because she was a young grad student at NCSU at the vet school, and despite us trading pics and such back and forth I was worried that my 30-something “dad-bod” would end up being off-putting. Turns out I had nothing to be nervous about.

We met up in the Starbucks next to Cabela’s. I walked in and recognized her immediately. She had shoulder-length totally natural bright red hair (eyebrows and everything) that would’ve been impossible to mistake anywhere. Black plastic hipster glasses of the kind that were fashionable in 2015. Rachel herself was short, curvy, and the kind of stocky you get from working with your arms and legs around large animals all day. Muscles on muscles from picking up 80 pounds of feed and hauling it around.

She was standing in line for a refill when I walked in, dressed totally casual in sweatpants that hugged her frankly amazing butt and a bulky sweatshirt that tried to hide it. She waved and pointed at a pile of flashcards and a Kindle that were her bovine anatomy class homework.

Until I heard her talk, I had no idea that a Boston accent could be anyhing like sexy. It was, despite being cartoonishly thick. Still is -- we’ve kept up with each other. We say hi a couple of times a year and chat on the phone, and her accent is still amazing. I will never hear a Boston accent without thinking of that night.

The first thing she said, I remember: “Oh my gawd, I totally thought I’d been catfished. That guy back there - don’t turn your head - he looked at me when I came in like he knew me, and he’s like 60. I almost bolted back out the door. I saw you, though, and I’m like ‘Ohhh, that’s my guy!’” We didn’t chat for long. It was already getting on towards dark, and the more we talked the clearer it was where the night was going. At some point her face turned the color of her hair and she said “So um…” and stopped talking.

“Yeah. ‘Um,’” Her calf was against mine - as intimate as you can get across from each other in a Starbucks - and despite the fact that there were two layers of fabric between me and her, it felt electric. “Am I following you?” She packed up and we were out the door.

Fifteen or twenty minutes of driving later, I pulled up next to a beautiful little white farmhouse on the edge of a field I couldn’t see the end of. Wraparound porch. Dog face in the window. I hopped out and followed her in where said doberman-lab mix decided that she needed more attention than Rachel did. We ended up on her couch with “Gillian” insisting on being between us while Rachel uploaded her homework to blackboard. Her wireless router wasn’t working, either, so I ended up having to fix it on the spot with all the blood in my body flooding the wrong head.

“Okay, that’s done. I’ve gotta get up at 4:30 tomorrow morning and head back to the vet school to play with cows,” Then she pushed at the dog’s butt, “Come on, Gillian, we need some space.” Dog was not moving. Dog had her head in my lap and looked up with pleading eyes like she was being forced at sword-point to walk the plank in a pirate movie. Finally Rachel looked up at me, eyes still hungry and said, “Maybe we should just go straight to the bedroom.” I let her lead me in and shut the dog out. We didn’t even hit the bed before we were all over each other.

We made out with clothes on for only a few minutes. Our restraint broke when my teeth grazed the side of her neck, my hand was between her sweatpants and her panties, and she had succeeded in unbuttoning half the buttons of my shirt. She wrapped her fingers up in my chest hair and tugged me down harder against her as we kissed. But for someone so hot and enthusiastic, and who talked so tough, she was really quite shy. When I started to take her shirt off, she stood up and blushed.

Before I could worry that something was wrong she flipped the light switch and said, “I’m really sorry, but I really just can’t feel sexy when a guy sees me naked. I just feel looked at. I know it’s stupid. It’s okay?”

I pulled her in and found the snaps of her bra with my fingers. And popped them, “Of course it’s okay! It’s your night and mine, and I want you to have all the fun you can possibly have. We’ll just have to uh, feel our way through it,”

My wink at my bad pun was lost in the pitch dark of the countryside, but it didn’t matter because my belt buckle popped. Then my jeans button, and the electric feeling of another fingers fumbling for the tug of a zipper. When her hand finally wrapped around my cock, I thought I was in heaven. We hit the bed and I started with her breasts and worked my way down.

Her thighs squeezed against the sides of my head when she came for the first time. “Fuck! Yes!” As I came up for air, she reached over onto her nightstand and grabbed a condom. The first time we had sex, I was on top of her and I pulled the condom off at the end and came on her belly and breasts. The act of cleaning it all off with my tongue then kissing her made us need a second condom and a drink of water.

The second time she slipped onto her belly and kept her thighs tight together. She was already so wet that I glid into her effortlessly despite her clenching down on my cock. With every stroke she clenched tighter. She threw her hair off the back of her neck and I bit down not-so-gently into the back of her neck as I fucked her. This time I came into the condom and laid there on top of her, sweating and feeling myself get soft inside her.

I spent more time making her come repeatedly with my tongue before the third time I pushed inside of her, but shortly after putting on our last condom I got soft. We were sweating so hard... well, I thought we were done for the night. I pulled out and pulled the condom off and laid down beside her. She said, “Oh my god I missed that. It’s been years since I’ve been fucked like that.”

“That was seriously great. Your ass is amazing! What do you do to make your butt that strong?”

She giggled, “I dunno. This is totally unsexy, but it’s probably squatting bags of experimental feed for the cows. I’ve spent all year on them. They eat constantly, and I’m not about to let some guy lift shit for me and say he’s done all my work. My dad does construction, and we lift our own shit in my family,”

I spent a second pondering that, “Well, whatever it takes. Damn. You’re on fire” And then we laid there sweating and panting for awhile.

We cooled down. While we did, she ran her fingers up and down the trace of hair along my middle. I leaned over and kissed her once on the top of her breast, just meaning to be playfully sweet. But then she took it in her hand and pushed up so her nipple grazed my lips. I took her in my mouth and she sighed, satisfied, so I kept going. I didn’t think I’d be able to get up again, and we were out of condoms anyway, but I was happy to be giving her this much pleasure.

Before my hand could make it between her legs again, she turned over and got up on her knees. “Spank my ass,” Matter-of-fact. Three words. I got up. I hit her ass open palmed so it stung my hand as much as it probably did her butt, “Spank it harder. I want it to sting. All this talk about my butt, I want to feel your hand on it for days,”

I spanked her hard. I know I left marks. She just kept asking for more and to keep going until my hand hurt. In the dark I missed a few times and I spanked her pussy, and that somehow made her want it even more. When my hand was finally done I was hard as a rock again, but with no condoms to be had I slid three fingers into her and started fucking her with my hand. She buried her face in her pillow and pushed herself hard down onto my fingers with every thrust. We got a rhythm going.

At some point though, she reached up and I felt her fingers graze my balls and then trace the bottom of my hard-on. The tension in my cock was exquisitely painful. That was when she said, between thrusts of my fingers, “I need your cock!”

“But I’m out of condoms, are there any more in your drawer?”

“No.” I massaged her G-spot, her labia, her clit, and for a minute I thought I would get her all the way with my hand, but she said it again, “Please! I need yout cock one last time. I want to come on it.” My head went wild. I mounted her before I’d even made the decision. Even after fucking three times, the feeling of my bare cock penetrating her was insane. And she fucked back so hard with every thrust that I had bruises the next day.

She came hard, and then pulled off of me, turned over, grabbed my cock in her hand and pulled me down onto her. Sliding back into her was the most natural thing in the world. She reached up and kissed me and I pushed inside her with the drive of a wild animal. I leaned back, so my cock would press up against the spot that drove her so wild when my fingers were inside her. I could feel her fingers down on her clit. She was frantic, but I was coming faster and I warned her, “I’m going to come! Where do you want me?” But she said “Please don’t stop yet!” so I kept going, took the pace down, tried to ease it off. I lasted a minute longer until she came again. She yelled out and I could feel every contraction of it.

It felt so good to be inside her I thought I could make it last just a bit longer. I went slow while she started to cool down. Finally I knew it was lost if I didn’t pull out. I said, “Okay,” and started to pull but her legs pulled around me and she said again, “Just whatever you do, keep fucking me, don’t stop.” I couldn’t have anyway. I was already coming by the time she finished her sentence. I grabbed her thighs and ejaculated wave after wave inside her. I have no idea where it came from, but I felt plenty leave my body. She just grabbed me with her legs and held me there, squeezing me with every thrust.

Finally spent, I ran my hands along her sides and down along her hips and held her close while I softened inside her. I slid out without moving a muscle, and felt my own cum slick on my cock as it came back to rest. It was almost 12:30. “Fuck yeah,” was the last thing she said before we fell asleep.