The sun was barely over the horizon when I started making my way down the first horse trail. I could tell right away that Jodie was right, if I was running on this it would be very tricky footing. But even with the chill in the air and the frost on the pine trees, it was a nice morning to be out for a walk.

"Frankie! Wait up!" called out a familiar voice.

I looked over my shoulder to see a bundled up Jodie coming out of the horse barn. She must have seen me leaving while taking care of her horses. I might have to go visit them, I loved animals. Part of me wanted to be a vet, but there was no way I'd be able to handle having to put down a sick animal, I'd just be sobbing instead. "Hey Jodie!" I stopped on the trail to wait.

"Do you mind if you join you?" she asked once she caught up with me.

"Nah. I might not talk too much, but the company is always welcome," I replied. I really wanted to just think about a few things, herself included, but I didn't mind. Maybe she'd be like Mckenna and not need me to hold up my end of a conversation.

"It's a good morning for this. It's even prettier when we get a little snow, but we can't count on that," she said as she marched alongside me.

I had my hands in my pockets as I walked and looked around. It was a beautiful little wood for the horses. "Its peaceful back here," I murmured, trying not to talk too loudly. The only sounds were the crunching of our boots, and the occasional bird call.

"It is. This was my folk's place; I've always loved it." She breathed out deeply, letting out a plume of vapor. "It gets pretty close to a shopping center at one point, but we can't always predict progress I guess." She pointed out the shopping center through the trees as we passed that area, and I realized it was the supermarket I'd already been too. Someone had even worn a path from the back of the supermarket to the trails. I hoped that others wouldn't just be wandering back here!

"Where are your parents now?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't asking anything too sensitive.

She smiled as she kept walking. "They moved to Florida about four years ago. They bought a little home in a retirement community there and my dad can golf year round while my mom can sit by the pool."

I tried to imagine my parents doing that and just couldn't get there. My mom, maybe. But I don't think my dad liked any leisure activity other than watching the Cowboys play football. "I'm glad they're enjoying it."

We walked along for a good ten minutes in a comfortable silence. I had called Mckenna after the dinner date last night, which provided me with a nice helping of leftovers in the fridge, and she was screaming at me for not jumping on my hot landlady. In her mind, Jodie obviously wanted me, and I should have at least ended up with a hot make out session. I guess I just didn't want to commit to anything physical until I was comfortable enough to tell whoever I was with that I was more than I seemed. Until I could get there, it would wait.

But after I asked to go slow last night, Jodie had done exactly that. There was no flirting, no innuendos, it was just friendly banter. This morning was more of the same, and I appreciated that she'd listened to me. Maybe in a few weeks we could get there, since I'd no doubt be seeing a lot more of each other, and maybe then we could get to kissing.

"So, you're going to UNC?" she ventured, breaking me from my thoughts.

"I am, yeah. Late transfer, which is why I'm here. No more dorms available," I replied.

"What are you majoring in?"

"I'm going for Sports Science, mostly Coaching Education." I noticed her head snapped to look at me when I said that, but I ignored it. I knew a lot of college athletes took classes like that, but I really wanted to be a coach when I was done playing. I wasn't just taking it to get by and go pro. Hopefully she didn't think less of me for that major.

"Do you think you can be a coach?" she wondered.

Coach Palmer had changed my life for the better two years ago. She treated all of us players as though we were special and helped quite a few of us through tough times. When my grandpa Joe died, she helped me make burial arrangements. When Mckenna found out about her parents, she helped her research hospice options. Other girls had girl or boy problems or family issues of different types, and every time she helped with time or advice. I don't know that I could ever measure up to her standard, or help as many others as she did, but I wanted to try. Oh, and she was a great coach on the field too, but that was just a bonus.

"I think I can. I had a great role model."

We fell into a nice silence again as we continued along that path. She would occasionally point out which path to take when we came to trail intersections, but maybe an hour later we found ourselves back at her little ranch. It had been a nice walk, and she'd been perfect company. I found myself looking forward to our New Year's Eve together.

"What time should I come on by tonight?" I asked as we were splitting to go our separate ways.

"Would 8pm be, okay? We could have a late dinner and then watch a movie till the ball drops, then watch some fireworks," she suggested.

"We can do that. But you don't have to cook, I could go grab some burgers or pizza to save you the effort." She was already being too nice, and I felt like I was taking advantage of her hospitality.

"No way! I won't want you on the roads tonight. There will be a lot of drunk drivers, so you stay here. I already have the ingredients for a nice stew that can cook all day in the Dutch oven, so it won't be hard at all." She looked too fiercely to say no to, and I could already tell I'd be heading home with leftover stew too.

"Okay, stew it is! Can I bring anything with me?"

"We still have the bread from last night, but more of those delicious cannoli's would be nice," she suggested. That worked. I could go out early and get things like that.

Which is exactly what I did. I ran to the supermarket to get some more of the cannoli, and then saw a little box of sparklers on a New Year's display that I grabbed, just so we could be a little festive. Since I was there, I tanked up on snacks and Gatorade for the apartment, and then drove back home. I was good and was back before noon so there wouldn't be many people on the roads just yet.

The chicken alfredo heated up well, and made for a nice lunch, one that made me think of Jodie again. It dawned on me that at midnight on New Year's Eve, there might be an expectation of a kiss, and I couldn't just say no since we'd already said we would go really slow. But a kiss tonight wouldn't be much, I wasn't going to let it go far.

Right?

The vision of her ass swaying as she walked reminded me just how beautiful my date for the evening was, and I thought I might be in trouble. Maybe not tonight, but there was a certain part of me that had a mind of its own, and I knew very well what it wanted. It wanted to bend Jodie over her kitchen table and make her scream in pleasure.

I couldn't go to her place tonight like this, I was a horny mess! I hadn't thought things like this about a girl since Lilly Roberson in high school. Unfortunately, she was a cheerleader and one of my biggest bullies, and I hated her guts. But yeah, she was hot too, and I might have fantasized about her. Why did she have to be a bitch?

I made sure the door to the little apartment was locked, then slipped out of my clothes, feeling relief once I was free of the compression shorts. I pulled the sheets back on the bead and lay down to get comfortable before rolling over and pulling open the bottom drawer getting the pump bottle of lubricant out. I squirted some into my hand and slowly let my fingers massage my cock until it was nice and hard. It didn't take too long with naughty thoughts of Jodie in my mind.

I could envision her ass, a smile on her face as she looked over her shoulder at me while she slowly peeled her tight jeans off, bending over at the waist to slip them over her ankles and giving me a glorious view of her butt that was framed by the black thong she wore. She stood back up, putting her thumbs under the fabric of the panties, and slipping them off too. As she bent over, I could see the lips of her pussy glistening with the juices that showed her arousal. She tossed me her panties, and I lifted them to my nose, inhaling her scent and making me even harder.

I was stroking faster now, imagining her on the kitchen table, Legs spread and waiting for me to plunge into her. I couldn't stop myself and I could feel her walls gripping me as I tightened my fist around myself. In my mind, I was holding her hips, thrusting deep inside her as she cried out my name over and over.

I could feel the pressure building within me. Like a dam with a crack in it and a huge amount of water to hold back, it was just a matter of time before it burst. And when it did, I only felt relief as I spurted a gout of the thick white fluid over my belly and up to my breast. I lazily rubbed it over my nipples while my breathing stabilized, hoping that would be enough to keep me calm tonight. Jodie had done everything right so far in terms of both being nice, sexy and still not pushing me too fast. The last thing I needed was for me to let my hormones get the better of me when she was being so good about it.

Once I got a few weeks of classes under my belt and was feeling better about school and my new place in it then we could talk about going on dates and next steps. But in my mind, we were off to a good start.

But I still needed a shower before I went over!