Missy Sanford's Interlude

Missy Sanford

(NOTE: Refer to the pinned index to know where this fits into the plot.)

Sunrise Fitness Studio had its first class in an hour, but Missy was ready now. Business wasn’t exactly booming, but everyone in the valley owned their homes and buildings, with not a single mortgage in sight, since they were all family homes spanning generations or, in Missy and her mom’s case, bought in a lump sum when she arrived.

That meant that business overhead across Mineral Village was low. Most places were mom and pop shops and establishments. There were no workers to pay, and no rent or mortgage to pay. That left mainly gas, food, and electricity. Electricity was mostly covered by the Harvest Goddess’s blessings—how, exactly, Missy didn’t know. Food used to always be provided by Old Joe, who brought most of the money and commerce into the valley through his farming and selling of what he produced.

She had no idea how things would work now. But she had some hope. Pete was back.

Missy lifted her leg up so that she could kiss her knee and pressed that whole leg against the wall. “Mmm,” she moaned. She loved the feeling of a good morning burn. With her leg up in this position, though, and the memory of Petey’s handsome face still so fresh in her memory, some invasive thoughts crept in her mind.

She, like most of the young women in town, didn’t have much in the way of sexual experience. She and Darlene had been so deprived back in high school that they used to steal her mom’s box wine on Friday nights and watch porn on the internet together. A few times they even masturbated side-by-side. Once…they made out.

She wasn’t really that into the kiss with Darlene. She wasn’t into chicks. What she was into was strong, handsome men—and Pete fit the bill better than any guy she’d seen pass through town in years.

With her thigh still pressed against the wall, and her lips still pressed against her knee, Missy bit her lip as she felt a powerful urge overtake her. It was like her hand suddenly took on a will of its own, and next thing she knew, her fingers were rubbing against the crotch of her pants, and she was moaning—not from the satisfaction earned from a good stretch, but from a lust on its way to being quenched, if only temporarily.

She wasn’t wearing panties under her yoga pants, so the second she felt that damp spot she knew she’d need to change and start a load of laundry before her morning class. Her back arched even in that odd pose she found herself in, her senses soaring the second her fingers danced over her pussy.

Pete used to babysit her until she was twelve or thirteen years old. She had a crush on him then, too, but he and Queenie were always together, and she was too much younger than him. That didn’t stop her from fantasizing. Even now, the version of Pete she saw in her head had him wearing those blue denim overalls he always wore when he helped his grandpa out on the farm. He had that blue cap, too, and the red bandana tied around his neck.

More often than not, he didn’t wear a shirt underneath the overalls. He had one of those impossibly lucky builds. He was the kind of guy who could eat steak and biscuits for every meal, five meals a day and still looked ripped somehow. Fuck, he’d always been so hot.

Fuck it. She was committed to this now. Her mom was still out of town for another few hours at least, and the studio didn’t open for another forty minutes. She might as well treat herself. She closed the blinds and sank into a bean bag in the corner, then peeled off her yoga pants completely, exposing her shaved pussy to the open air of the gym. It was dark, but enough light peeked in through the cracks in the blinds that she could make out her fingers slowly creeping down her stomach toward her slit.

Missy bit her lip and closed her eyes, imagining Pete’s face between her legs. She wanted to clamp her muscular thighs around his head and pull his lips against her pussy. Suck my pussy, Petey. Fucking suck it, please…

Shit. What was coming over her? Seeing him for, like, two minutes had brought a lust out of her that she couldn’t remember feeling in ages. She hadn’t even touched herself in more than a month, and one look at his gorgeous mug and suddenly she was stripping down in her gym to fingerfuck herself?

Yet, fingerfuck herself she did. She licked her index and middle finger, then pressed them against the slick lips of her pussy, running them up and down the soft and wet slit. Her face scrunched up and her eyes closed again as she tried not to make an indecent sound. “Nyaah—ohhh!” Mission failed successfully.

That wasn’t nearly enough. Missy frantically pulled up her sports bra, letting her tits spill out. It always felt good to free the girls after having them contained in tight fabric for too long, but it felt extra good when she was stroking her clit off with the other hand. Her cheeks burned in shame as she felt a little pool of her leaking lust juice form in her bean bag chair under her crotch and ass.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “What the fuck are you doing to me, City Pete?!”

She could almost feel his tongue on her clit, and her eyes rolled back from the pleasure of it. She imagined him peppering her pussy with countless little kisses while his hands firmly gripped her tight, strong thighs and kept her legs parted as they tried to involuntarily clench around her.

Missy was as horny as any chick—which is to say, not really this unusually horny, but seeing Pete and…something about hearing the news that he planned to stay in town, it opened something up inside her. It was like a brick in the wall of a damn had just been wiggled out, and now the whole things was falling apart.

Queenie would probably be pissed if she knew Missy was thinking about fucking her former crush—but she was. She actually really, really was starting to consider putting the moves on Pete. He was staying in town, right? Well—so was Missy. They were stuck in this magical little village together. She wondered how much he knew about this place. He would need a guide. A fucky-sucky guide, maybe.

Missy pulled her fingers away from her cunt to suck on them for a moment, imagining it was Pete’s cock. She’d seen it once when she peeped on him skinnydipping with Queenie the last year he visited. It was fairly cold, being early in the morning, but it still looked more than big enough to get the job done. She tasted her own pussy juice on her fingers, and it grossed her out for a second, but then she imagined how hot it would be to taste the same juice on his cock. It would mean that—that his cock had been inside her.

She imagined Pete’s big dick pulsing inside her mouth, filling her throat with cum. She imagined spitting out that cum and smearing it inside her fertile pussy and—wait, what?!

That was an alarming kink she never knew she possessed. She’d better get that fucking impulse under control before she figured out a way to seduce him and—wait, what?!

Was she really considering this? But she looked down at herself, basically naked in her own gym, fucking herself in a bean bag chair, less than forty minutes from her morning class. Oh yes. She was sure she wanted to have Pete for real. For one thing, he was probably her only chance at getting married before thirty, being stuck out here in the boonies. Sure, they were magical boonies blessed by an ancient goddess—but they were still boonies nonetheless.

All the women in town had their own goals and ambitions. Missy respected them for that. Her mom had this gym. Liz Luna was singularly focused on keeping the town’s magic alive and its secret safe. Queenie wanted to make sure her daughter grew up happy and healthy to one day form a family of her own, if she wanted. Darlene was trying to open up a Fertile Valley Museum or something wacky like that. Even the goth chick Becca Sue, who lived with her aunt on the edge of town, had her music.

But Missy? All she wanted was to get married to a good, handsome man. It was a stupid, old-fashioned dream, but it was her dream. She kind of resented Queenie for having her own daughter, come to think of it. Not really. She loved Queenie like a big sister but…she already had something like a family.

The infuriating thing was that every time a guy moved to town they moved away or disappeared a few months later, usually before they could learn any of the town’s secrets. It had happened over the years several times. She worried it would be the same for Pete.

“Over my needy, fit little body,” she said, pinching a nipple as her other hand got back to work on her pussy. “You’d best believe I’m coming for you City-Pete—pun intended, I guess. Nyaah!”