Harvest Moon, Silent Mornings

Yawning, but feeling rested, Lisa sat up in bed and looked at the clock. 9:30? Already? She’d been more tired than she’d even known. He was already gone, probably already at the farm shop to help pull the combines out of the shed to get ready for another harvest. It had been sweet of him to give her a day to help clean up the pond in readiness for her picnic, but today it was back to business for him. For a brief moment she wondered why one of her friends hadn’t come to get her up.

Almost as if on cue, her two energetic friends entered the room with little preamble. “Lisa! You up yet?” Marie called.

“Uh – right here,” Lisa giggled, hands coming up immediately to cover her bare breasts.

“Whoops! Sorry!” Tami laughed.

“When is everyone supposed to arrive?” Marie asked.

“J-just after lunch, 1:00 I think. Isn’t that what we put on the invitations, Tam?”

“Yep.”

“We’ve got time,” Lisa said.

“Yeah? Well, we have people wandering around out there already, and nobody is out there.”

“Really?” Lisa gulped.

“Unless the zero went in the wrong place… Oh, Lisa, did I mess it all up?”

“We could just tell them all to go home for a couple hours,” Marie mused.

“Or have them make themselves at home. We can make it work. Surely not everyone will show up at 10! Tami… um, can you hand me that – ” Motioning with her hands, Lisa directed her friend to find her clothes.

“Hey, Lisa, this looks pretty cool!” Tami said, immediately changing the subject. “Did you make this?”

“You’re right – that’s pretty ‘patriotic,’ Lis,” Marie added. Patriotic at least in terms of employment.

“What did you make it out of?” Tami asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.

Grinning as she briefly ignored her friends, she gently fit the bikini top around her lovely breasts. Turning to face them, she pointed at her breast, where each could see the hospital’s logo. “I made it from some old scrubs. Waste not, want not, hey?”

“I don’t remember you wearing them scrubs to work, girlfriend,” Marie giggled. At least, not looking like that!

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.

“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.

“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”

“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”

“Thanks.”

Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for people’s health. Then she saw the cast. “Hey – what’s that?”

“Broke,” Megan said simply. “Did a dumb move on the field.”

“Can I sign your cast?”

“Sure!” Megan laughed. “Have at it.” Stretching her long leg up to a chair, she waited patiently while Lisa found a black sharpie and proceeded to write a small note on her cast.

“There, now I can say I was the first one! And I probably won’t be the last. I guess this counts you out for volleyball?”

“Says who?” Megan giggled, and at her height, she was probably correct. She could just stand there and whip most everyone else.

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

“Hi Darren, hi Bob.”

“Hi Lisa.”

“How’s Allie? You must have found a sitter for her today.”

“Yeah, she’s with my Mom, I – ”

“Hey, are those shirts for us?”

“Sure, Bob – here you go. Wait a sec – you guys need the large ones.”

“Extra large for me,” Bob grinned, patting his tummy.

“Okay, extra large for you,” Lisa grinned, winking at Darren. “Enjoy.”

“Holy molie!” Bob hissed as he looked towards the pond. “I tell you what, Darren – it’s days like today that I’m glad I chose to be a nurse. It makes up for all the crap I took from every guy I knew in school. They can think I’m a sissy all they want! Bet they can’t go to work and see this!” Nope – wouldn’t find this on a construction site or some other ‘manly’ job.

Darren nodded in thoughtful agreement. The hospital was indeed blessed with an attractive female population, most of whom, because of their chosen field, happened to be fit and healthy and –

“Um, can you hand me that – ” Motioning with her hands, Lisa directed her friend to find her clothes.

“Hey, Lisa, this looks pretty cool!” Tami said, immediately changing the subject. “Did you make this?”

“You’re right – that’s pretty ‘patriotic,’ Lis,” Marie added. Patriotic at least in terms of employment.

“What did you make it out of?” Tami asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.

Grinning as she briefly ignored her friends, she gently fit the bikini top around her lovely breasts. Turning to face them, she pointed at her breast, where each could see the hospital’s logo. “I made it from some old scrubs. Waste not, want not, hey?”

“I don’t remember you wearing them scrubs to work, girlfriend,” Marie giggled. At least, not looking like that!

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.

“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.

“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”

“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”

“Thanks.”

Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for people’s health. Then she saw the cast. “Hey – what’s that?”

“Broke,” Megan said simply. “Did a dumb move on the field.”

“Can I sign your cast?”

“Sure!” Megan laughed. “Have at it.” Stretching her long leg up to a chair, she waited patiently while Lisa found a black sharpie and proceeded to write a small note on her cast.

“There, now I can say I was the first one! And I probably won’t be the last. I guess this counts you out for volleyball?”

“Says who?” Megan giggled, and at her height, she was probably correct. She could just stand there and whip most everyone else.

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

“Hi Darren, hi Bob.”

“Hi Lisa.”

“How’s Allie? You must have found a sitter for her today.”

“Yeah, she’s with my Mom, I – ”

“Hey, are those shirts for us?”

“Sure, Bob – here you go. Wait a sec – you guys need the large ones.”

“Extra large for me,” Bob grinned, patting his tummy.

“Okay, extra large for you,” Lisa grinned, winking at Darren. “Enjoy.”

“Holy molie!” Bob hissed as he looked towards the pond. “I tell you what, Darren – it’s days like today that I’m glad I chose to be a nurse. It makes up for all the crap I took from every guy I knew in school. They can think I’m a sissy all they want! Bet they can’t go to work and see this!” Nope – wouldn’t find this on a construction site or some other ‘manly’ job.

Darren nodded in thoughtful agreement. The hospital was indeed blessed with an attractive female population, most of whom, because of their chosen field, happened to be fit and healthy and –

“Um, can you hand me that – ” Motioning with her hands, Lisa directed her friend to find her clothes.

“Hey, Lisa, this looks pretty cool!” Tami said, immediately changing the subject. “Did you make this?”

“You’re right – that’s pretty ‘patriotic,’ Lis,” Marie added. Patriotic at least in terms of employment.

“What did you make it out of?” Tami asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.

Grinning as she briefly ignored her friends, she gently fit the bikini top around her lovely breasts. Turning to face them, she pointed at her breast, where each could see the hospital’s logo. “I made it from some old scrubs. Waste not, want not, hey?”

“I don’t remember you wearing them scrubs to work, girlfriend,” Marie giggled. At least, not looking like that!

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.

“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.

“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”

“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”

“Thanks.”

Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for people’s health. Then she saw the cast. “Hey – what’s that?”

“Broke,” Megan said simply. “Did a dumb move on the field.”

“Can I sign your cast?”

“Sure!” Megan laughed. “Have at it.” Stretching her long leg up to a chair, she waited patiently while Lisa found a black sharpie and proceeded to write a small note on her cast.

“There, now I can say I was the first one! And I probably won’t be the last. I guess this counts you out for volleyball?”

“Says who?” Megan giggled, and at her height, she was probably correct. She could just stand there and whip most everyone else.

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.

“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.

“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”

“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”

“Thanks.”

Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for people’s health. Then she saw the cast. “Hey – what’s that?”

“Broke,” Megan said simply. “Did a dumb move on the field.”

“Can I sign your cast?”

“Sure!” Megan laughed. “Have at it.” Stretching her long leg up to a chair, she waited patiently while Lisa found a black sharpie and proceeded to write a small note on her cast.

“There, now I can say I was the first one! And I probably won’t be the last. I guess this counts you out for volleyball?”

“Says who?” Megan giggled, and at her height, she was probably correct. She could just stand there and whip most everyone else.

Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.

“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”

“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”

“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.

Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.

Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.

“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.

“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”

“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”

“Thanks.”

Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for

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