Chapter Three

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I spent the rest of the afternoon going through Grandma's things with Jen and my parents. Mom and Dad were marking and setting aside all of the items they wanted to keep. I found a scrapbook of Grandma's handwritten recipes in the kitchen. I was shocked that no one seemed to want it, so took it and put it in my suitcase. At around 5:15, I told them that I was meeting someone for dinner. Dad was not pleased. "What do you mean you're going to dinner with someone?" "I ran into Butch today and he asked if I'd take a look at his computer and printer. He's buying me dinner to thank me for it." "Like a date?" Dad asked, his voice shocked and incredulous. "Do you have any idea how that will look?" "It's not a date," I lied. "He's just being friendly. I wouldn't charge him for the service, so he insisted." "Let him go, Philip," Mom said. "It's not a big deal." Dad grunted his disapproval. "Fine. I hope that you can conduct yourself with a little dignity." I sighed and went upstairs and took a shower. I scrubbed myself nice and clean. I brushed my teeth and shaved. I decided to forego the hair product and let my hair hang natural. I put on a black t-shirt, my Levis and the new cowboy boots. When the doorbell rang at 6:00 on the dot, I raced downstairs. Mom answered the door. Butch pulled off his hat and greeted my mom. "Nice to see you again, ma'am. Is PJ around?" he asked. Butch was wearing a white cotton shirt and snug blue jeans that showed off a nice big package. He had the black cowboy hat on and a pair of black boots. He had shaped and trimmed his beard. He looked and smelled great. I felt my p***s twitch a little bit as I checked him out. "Hi, Butch," I said. "I'm ready to go." We told everyone goodbye and Jen gave me a knowing smile as I left with Butch. Butch opened the passenger door of his big black Ford F-150 pickup truck and shut it when I got settled in the seat. He got in and started the truck and drove towards town, then turned right on Main Street, heading away from downtown. "I thought we'd go to this Italian place, next town over. They got good food." "Sure, Butch." "You look real nice, by the way. Those boots new? You almost fit in here." "Yeah. Story of my life. I 'almost' fit in at home. Almost fit in at work. Almost fit it in here..." "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way." "It's okay, Butch. I know you didn't. I'm sorry, just ignore my complaining." Butch moved his hand to the back of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair and then massaged my neck for a few seconds. "You stick with me and I'll have you lookin' like a country boy in no time," he said with a smile. I laughed. "Okay." It took about 45 minutes to get to the restaurant. We passed by all kinds of farms. "All these farmers keep me in business," he explained. "Those are peaches over there. There's a big pee can farm right up here." It took me a couple of seconds to realize that a 'PEE-can' was a pecan and it made me smile. Dinner was great. The food was really good, but the company was even better. Butch was awesome. He was so funny and so charming. He was also the sexiest guy I'd ever met. I've always liked big guys and this big cowboy bear really turned me on. After dinner, I used the bathroom. When I got back to the table, Butch had already paid the bill. He got up and used the restroom and then we headed back. When we got back into town, we stopped at the Dairy Queen right outside town. We sat in his truck and ate our ice cream. "You having a good time, PJ?" he asked me. "Yeah, Butch. I'm having a great time. Thanks so much for dinner." "Anytime, PJ." Butch drove me to the house and parked in front and turned off the truck. I unbuckled my seat belt and I felt Butch put his arm on my shoulder. He had removed his seat belt and moved in closer. "PJ..." I looked back at him and he leaned in, turning his head to keep the brim of his hat from hitting me, and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me lightly. His arms wrapped around me and I brought my hands to his shoulders and returned his kiss. His lips were soft and his beard tickled my face as we kissed passionately. He opened his mouth and kissed me harder, deeper. I felt his tongue brush against my lips and I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. He ravished my mouth with his tongue, holding me close to him with a strong hand on my back. The other hand held the back of my head as he explored me with his tongue. I flicked at it with my own tongue and then sucked on it. My hands moved up his chest and neck to his face. I raked my fingers across his beard. Butch broke the kiss allowing us to catch our breath. We remained close, our noses touching and our lips brushing against each other. "Butch," I whispered. "I should get inside. Thank you for a wonderful evening." "No, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow at the funeral." I nodded. Butch pressed his lips to mine, giving me two more quick tender kisses. "Bye," I said as I reluctantly pulled away. I opened the door and waved at him as I walked up the sidewalk to the front porch. I opened the front door and he waved back to me as he pulled away. I sighed and smiled to myself. He was a true southern gentleman.
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