Junior Year Box Set

“Not so fast, wait,” Megan said as she plucked the pie-chart sheets out of my hand. "These are confidential. See the coding at the bottom? Anything that comes out with this coding is considered confidential client information, and we don’t let hard copies out of the building without a signed release. The codes themselves show the date and time it was printed out and who’s doing the printing. It also shows how many pages of documents are being printed. See here, it says ‘page 4 of 8.’ You’re going to take two pages with you, and here’s the release to sign for them. The remaining six pages are going into the shredder.

“This is called a Document Management System. It protects you and us because it’s your information, not ours. So, please leave these six pages here, and I’ll shred them before you’ve made it out the door. We don’t even keep hard copies, and no one not working on your account has access to these files.”

“So, how did you get access?” I asked because she didn’t work with me.

She blushed.

“I had to call Mr. Rigby this morning and ask to be added, and I had to tell him why.”

I smiled and shook my head. I guessed this kind of security had to be important, or they wouldn’t have it.

“Thanks for the income statements, then. It was nice to meet you, but I have to go,” I said.

Megan smiled and waved me off. The sounds of her paper shredder doing its job followed me as I stepped into the hallway. I smiled as I walked down the hall. Mouse, indeed.

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Somehow my car found its way to Zoe and Roc’s place. I pulled into the farmyard and saw two horses saddled. Roc walked out of the barn.

“You’re late,” he accused me.

“What do you mean? I never said I was coming over.”

“My sister had to do her chores all by herself. She even had to saddle the horses. You’re usually here a couple of hours earlier.”

I just shook my head. I didn’t realize that Zoe expected me at any particular time. She came out of the barn and had a look of relief when she saw me.

“I wasn’t sure if you were coming or not,” she said.

“Well, there is this modern convenience called a phone. I know you have one because I’ve called the house before,” I teased.

She walked up to me shyly, and her head dropped.

“I wasn’t sure if I should,” Zoe said.

Roc snorted and was rewarded with a glare that told him to run. He laughed all the way to the house. I took her hand and led her to the horses. We didn’t say anything as we got on, and she led the way up the country road. Zoe and I rode for about twenty minutes while I told her about our trip to Michigan. Then I slowed down when we came upon a ‘for sale’ sign in front of a farm. Zoe noticed what I was looking at.

“The Nelsons are losing it to the bank. It was an egg farm, and they got hit with that bird flu,” she said.

An epidemic that had struck the egg industry. There was a time that the only eggs you could buy were free-range brown eggs because of the outbreak. Since then, egg prices had gotten ridiculous. I predicted that egg prices would remain high moving forward. Only the large farmers could afford to replace their birds and continue. I would ask my mom about this farm when I got a chance.

We rode a little farther until we came to an apple orchard. Zoe rode through the gate and took me to the back of the grove. There was a little clearing off to the side of a field next to a forested area. We got off the horses, and she took me to the edge of the clearing where there was a trail. Old walnut trees were scattered throughout the forest area. It felt like we had stepped back in time; this was what this area must have been like before it was all converted to farmland.

In only a few weeks the leaves would be turning. I would love to come back and see the riot of colors. It would be beautiful.

“This is where I come to think,” Zoe said.

“It’s so peaceful. We could be wood nymphs and frolic around naked back here,” I said.

I was trying to be funny, but Zoe took it in another direction. I liked the way she thought. I stood as she got naked and then put her boots back on.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

Girls are always right. What was I waiting for? I joined her, and as soon as I had my boots back on, Zoe giggled.

“What?” I asked.

“Tag, you’re it!” she said, and she ran down the path.

If we were just running, she wouldn’t have stood a chance. Naked running has other challenges for guys, especially when the teenage girl has large breasts that sway back and forth when she runs, and her tight little bottom is a gift from God. I soon found it was more fun to stalk Zoe, and she would squeal and run from me. Of course, she never ran very far.

I hadn’t had this much childish fun in ages. Of course, I finally caught her. My reward was kissing Zoe all over her body. I would have had my way with her, but my pants were too far away, and I didn’t have a condom with me. I instead taught her the joys of the sixty-nine position. When we had both relieved some tension, she curled up on my chest and almost purred in pleasure.