Despite it being just a few days before the start of winter, the Earth was unusually warm. Dry vines and leaves crunched under Adam and Eve's boots as they headed into what was left of one of the fields. They found a spot where the ground was reasonably flat, near two unwanted pumpkins. After they had kicked most of the vines out of the way, Adam unfurled an extra-large wool blanket. Each positioned one of the pumpkins under the leading edge of the blanket, to lean against as they stretched out together.

Adam set his cell phone to play some barely audible music. He placed it on his side of the blanket, face down so that its light wouldn't be a distraction while he and Eve enjoyed the full moon, the clouds and the stars.

Eve cracked open a beer from the six-pack of cans she had brought, giving it to Adam before opening one for herself. "It sure is pretty out," she said after a couple slugs of beer.

"Uh-huh," was all Adam replied.

"Where do ya wanna go for New Year's Eve?" she asked after watching a cloud wisp across the moon.

It was all Adam could do to keep from saying, 'Anywhere with you.' "The Paulssons have great parties," he chose to say instead.

Eve rolled onto her side to better look at Adam, propping herself up on an elbow. "Your brother going, too?"

Adam spoke through his can of beer as he drank. "Probably. And my sister. I mean, Richie's brothers and sisters are gonna be there, after all."

"And Walter? And his brother?"

"Geez, Pumpkin, I don't know. I'm sure a lotta people will be there. He turned his eyes upon his blanket mate while keeping his head straight so as to drink his beer. "Why are you so interested in everybody's brother all of a sudden?"

Eve returned to lying on her back. She thumped her head against her pumpkin-pillow a bit too hard, causing it to roll out from under her. As she repositioned herself due its new location, she gasped on a couple of cute beer burps.

"Come on! I'm a girl. I like guys." After another slug of beer, she rolled over to get close to Adam. "Doncha wanna know about what girls are gonna be there?"

He stared at Eve again. "Are you gonna be there if I go?"

"Of course!"

"Then that's all I need to know."

Eve returned to her pumpkin, as she and Adam watched clouds pass by the moon. "It sure is bright out," she said.

"Uh huh."

"I wonder why it isn't cold."

"It will be. My ass is freezing."

Eve again rolled up close, crawling onto Adam's chest to better get his attention. "Ha! That's cuz your ass is skinny! There's not a lot between you and the ground."

"I suppose if I had your big ass, I wouldn't feel a thing."

She punched him in the ribs and returned to lying against her pumpkin. "Ya want another beer?" she asked, working to drain most of hers.

"Nah. I'm still good."

After getting every last drop out of her can, Eve tossed it aside and cracked open another. "Will we be allowed to drink beer at Richie's party?" she asked before taking a sip.

"Well, considering I've been allowed to drink with him and his family since last year, I'd say yeah."

"But you're two years older. I'm only seventeen. You're nineteen."

Adam took a big drink, figuring he ought to catch up. "They'll let you have a beer. You're old enough."

Eve played with the pop top of her can for a while, pinging it to the beat of the music coming from Adam's phone. She caught him in mid-swallow with a question she had never asked before.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Adam gasped to keep from choking. "What? Yes. Of course you are."

"I'm kinda fat, you know."

Adam took offense and faced his friend. "You are not one pound fat at all. You're a farm girl. You got muscles where most guys wish they did."

Eve smiled without looking at Adam, happy that he was facing her. "My cheeks jiggle on the bus," she said up to the stars. "I can feel them. Jiggle."

Adam pondered what the heck that meant. "Your cheeks? Are we still talking about asses?"

Eve giggled far too loud for someone who had snitched a six pack of beer from her mom's fridge. "Not my ass cheeks, Silly! I mean, I don't know, I suppose they do. I meant my face. My jowls. My jowls jiggle on the bus, on the way to school. People stare. I can feel them. Staring."

Adam tried to not roll his eyes. "Eve, your face is beautiful. It's big, and bright and…"

"It's big?" she interrupted, scowling as cute as possible. "Are you saying my face is big?"

"Aw geez, Pumpkinhead, Everything about you is big. Your face is beautiful. You're all grown-up already, where most others kids in school look like gawky tweens."

That seemed to please her. "I am all grown-up, aren't I? I mean, I'm big all over. Aren't I?"

This time, Adam didn't care if Eve saw him roll his eyes. He finished off his beer, tossing it near where she had chucked her empty can.

"Gimme another beer, wouldja please?" he asked.

Eve obliged with haste, opening this one for him as well. She watched him take a drink, waiting politely before asking her question again.

"So, I'm pretty? Right?"

Adam sat up, Indian-style, before Eve. "Everything about you is pretty. You can chuck a bale of hay up the loft, and kick a stubborn cow to its feet. You can haul a wheelbarrow of these dang pumpkins anywhere your mom wants them to go, and go back and get another."

Adam took a big slug of beer before leaning far into Eve's pale white face. "And every time you do it, and anything else you do, you look gorgeous doing it."

Eve's face lit up brighter than the moon. "I'm gorgeous?"

"All the time, Pumpkin. All the time."

"Thanks, 'Crow," she said to that.

After a few more sips of beer, Adam queried Eve. "Why are you asking me these things?"

Eve thought hard about her answer. "I miss you on the bus. I never had to go to school or wait for it without you. And now it's almost winter, and it's cold and dark and lonely, waiting for the bus."

Adam nodded with understanding. "Would you like me to wait with you every once in a while?"

Eve snorted a laugh into her beer. "Oh God no! Please! What, you want everyone to think I'm some sort of loser?" She pushed against one of his knees, hard enough to make him totter. "You stay away from me!"

Adam stared down at Eve as she snorted and giggled while drinking beer. "You know," he said, "I miss being on the bus, and stuff like that, with you, too."

Eve's face lit up again. "You do?"

"Uh-huh. I used to love watching you jiggle."

Eve laughed. "What? You mean my face? You like watching my face jiggle on the bus?"

Adam slowly shook his head. "Un-unh. Not your face, big Pumpkinhead."

Eve pondered for a while, then looked down. "My boobs! You're staring at my boobs!"

Adam nodded. "Those kids on the bus could give two shits about the fact that you can feel your jowls jiggle."

"They're staring at my boobs!"

Adam again lay on his pumpkin. "Well, they're trying to not stare at your boobs. That's probably why you catch them staring at your face."

Eve examined her body. She tucked her chin tight to her chest as she lay against her pumpkin.

"I do got big boobs, don't I?"

"They're huge, Girl. And all backed up with muscle." Adam took to addressing the moon and the stars and the clouds, waving his beer can in time to the music. "You're the best boobs on the bus," he sang, enjoying his buzz a bit.

Adam soon heard the clink of Eve's second empty can against one of the two already on the ground. He turned just in time to see her mount him, straddling his chest with her legs. As he moved to push her off, she snatched away his half-full can of beer.

"Hey!" Adam hollered quietly, watching Eve take a slug from it with her hips in his face. "Gimme that!"

"Nah-uh!" She gasped on another cute burp. "You're slow. You have to catch up."

Adam sat up so Eve was now more on his knees, and grabbed a hold of his beer. Feigning resistance, she fed him a drink while they both held onto the can. That proved to be a mistake, as she accidentally poured some on his shirt.

"Ah! You shit! Now I smell like beer! How am I gonna explain this when I go home?"

"Oh! I got a solution for that!"

Before Adam knew what was happening, Eve pulled his sweatshirt up and over his head.

"Ah! Get off me!"

With a mighty shove, Adam toppled Eve from his lap. She held on fast to his shirt, and it came with her as she rolled away. Now in possession of both it and his beer, she took a celebratory drink.

Adam huffed on the cold air. "Will you give me that back, please?" he asked.

Sure!" Eve said, handing him a can of mostly backwash.

He threw his head back and drained the can, tossing it as close to her head as he dared. She barely batted an eye, balling up his sweatshirt while wearing a grin.

"I want my shirt, too."

"Sure!" Eve said again, tossing it in his face. As he pulled it off and began to unball it, she again sat on his legs.

"You got a nice chest," she said. "I want to show you mine." She pulled her sweatshirt and bra up and over her head, staring down topless at her prey.

"Well. Whadya think?" she asked as she jiggled, smiling from ear to ear.

Adam couldn't help but stare. Fortunately, it was exactly what Eve wanted. "Your tits are freaking gorgeous." He motioned with his eyes towards the field. "They're about big as those pumpkins over there."

Eve laughed far too loud, bouncing hard on Adam's knees. "I got pumpkin tits!"

He again shoved her off, this time showing compassion. As he busied himself with unballing his shirt, Eve grabbed a fistful of her side of the blanket. She rolled herself onto Adam, bringing the blanket with her. By the time she was done, the two were wrapped up tight, with her lying on top of him.

"Let's stay like this a while," she said to his close face.

"Okay. But get off me." She allowed him to lie with her side by side, as he held her in his arms. "I hope my phone is in here somewhere," he said.

Eve was apologetic. "Oh. Well. We'll be careful."

"About what?" he asked after a pause, enjoying the scent of her hair.

She nuzzled her chin to his chest. "Have you had sex with a girl?" she asked.

"No. I had sex with a guy."

Eve didn't fall for that for a second. "Ha! Yeah, with yourself!"

He took to poking her, finding it intoxicating the way her body responded to his cold hands.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" She giggled until she had a menacing grip on two of his fingers. "You did have sex with Becky. Didn't you?" she asked next.

"Becky was my girlfriend. So…"

"Why isn't she your girlfriend now?"

"She went to college. I stayed with you."

Eve snuggled up close. "Am I your girlfriend now?"

Adam snuggled closer. He took pleasure in something that, for years, he'd only done in his dreams. He held Eve's body firm in both his hands, pressing tight to her delicious, meaty breasts.

"You've always been my girlfriend, you crazy little shit."

Eve purred, growing aroused. "Mmm. I'm a big shit now, 'Crow."

He kissed her full on the lips, speaking into her mouth. "That, you sure are, Pumpkin. Now."