I started working as an apprentice on John Allen's farm in April and was eager to learn all I could from him about farming so that I would be able to start my own homestead in a few years. He set me up in the apprentice cabin on the other side of the field about a hundred yards from the house. It was a small cabin with a wood stove, a bed, a soft arm chair and a bureau. An outhouse sat about 20 feet from the back door.
John was in his fifties, had long gray hair, a shaggy beard and reminded me of an old hippy from the sixties. His wife, Mary was around the same age but her long hair was still dark and her skin was smooth and radiant. When she smiled, dimples formed just below her round cheeks and her blue eyes crinkled. They worked hard and I enjoyed having dinner with them in the evening, hearing stories and John's philosophy on this and that. I was their only apprentice, but they told me their daughter would be home from college soon and she worked with them for the summer.
I didn't think much about that until the day she arrived just in time for dinner. When she ran up to her parents and hugged them and said how good it was to be home, I was struck by how gorgeous she was and sexy. I could not take my eyes off of her tight jeans and round ass.
"Hi. I'm Sherry," she said, when she saw me sitting at the table. "Guess we'll be working together this summer," she added as she came to the table and we shook hands.
"I'm Pete. Really glad to meet you," I said.
I noticed her blue eyes and her friendly, dimpled smile like her mother's. I could see how much they looked alike though Sherry had light brown hair, almost blond that came down just below her shoulders. She was a little taller—about five foot three and slender with sturdy hips that added to her curves. As she walked around the kitchen, looking at everything, touching the counter, the refrigerator, the cook stove, I tried not to look at her but it was difficult.
"I really missed being home," she said to her parents as she walked into the living room area separated from the kitchen by the big cook stove and a brick chimney. Her tight yellow tee shirt strained against her grapefruit sized tits and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She was obviously not wearing a bra.
Our eyes met a few times while she was talking to her parents and she smiled when she glanced at me. One time she looked at me, keeping her eyes on mine, smiling devilishly. We both felt an immediate attraction and I knew something was going to happen between us. Little did I know what an adventure it would become.
While her mother was busy getting dinner ready, Sherry walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. I was sitting at the kitchen table looking at a farming magazine but noticed she was leaning back against the couch, sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her and fairly wide apart. Again our eyes met. She smiled and it was clear she was sending me a teasing message. I glanced down at her crotch then at her eyes and felt myself getting aroused by the sexual energy that was flowing between us. She was definitely a tease.
"Come on, dear," her mother said, "dinner is on the table."
Sherry came and sat down next to me at the round oak table. While she talked to her parents her thigh touched my thigh. When she passed the plate of mashed potatoes to me, her hands grazed mine and she looked me in the eyes, smiling, "Here Pete. You look like a man who likes to eat." She then rubbed her leg harder against my thigh as if sending me a special suggestive message with her words and touching.
During dinner, she talked mostly to her parents, but kept her leg pressed against mine and one time she placed her hand on my thigh and rubbed and then squeezed me. She asked me where I was from. I told her I was from a small town outside of Philadelphia and graduated last year from College of the Atlantic in Maine.
She told me she was a philosophy major at Brown University. I was impressed when she told her parents she made the Dean's List and first prize for her essay on the Ethics of Aristotle. Sherry was not only sexy, she was smart.
When her mom brought home-made ice cream to the table, "Wow, mom, my favorite dessert," she said. "I'm so glad to be home."
While she spoke, Sherry put her foot around mine and moved it closer to her. It was like our feet were hugging and I was amazed at how forward she was since we had just met an hour or so earlier. When we finished the ice cream, Sherry was licking the ice cream off the spoon with her tongue, glancing at me while she licked but was slyly discreet.
Her parents were not aware of the hot flirting that was going on. I'm shy and hesitant around girls, but Sherry was the opposite and things were heating up quickly between us. I could not believe this was happening, wondering where this was leading.
Sherry helped her mom clear the table while John and I talked about some of the things we were going to do the next day. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Sherry's ass and tits. While she helped her mom, she glanced at me and our eyes met then quickly turned away so that John and Mary wouldn't notice.
Finally, I got up and said I was going back to my cabin to read. Usually, I was asleep by nine because we started work at six. I did the chores in the barn, milked the cow, fed the chickens, gathered the eggs, filled their water, then went over to the pigs and filled their trough with grain, pouring some milk over it, shoveled manure in the barn yard into the compost pile and then went up to the house around seven for breakfast.
My cabin was comfortable and I liked sitting in the soft easy chair with a book. The glow from the lamp over the chair made the room cozy. About an hour later, I heard footsteps outside and noticed a flashlight coming from the main house to my cabin. Then there was a knock at the door and before I could say, "Come in," Sherry was there. When she entered she didn't say a word but smiled and looked me in the eye. She had the tight jeans on but had changed her shirt to a black tank top with a low neckline that barely contained her tits.
"Want to smoke a joint with me," she asked.
"Sure," I said, surprised that was the first thing she said.
"Cool," she said, smiling and took one already rolled out of her pocket. "I love smoking weed. It gets me so horny."
"Really!" I responded and smiled. "What do you like to do when you're horny?" I asked, already knowing her answer but wanting to hear the words come from her mouth.
"Fuck. I love to fuck and I like it rough," she said and laughed as she lit the joint,
took a hit and passed it to me. I nodded, smiling at her, liking how blunt and direct she was.
She went to the bed and flopped down, smiling at me.
"By the way, I'm on the pill,' she said, "'in case you're interested."
I nodded.
"And clean—no bad stuff," she added.
"Thanks for the news," I said, smiling. "Me,too," I added.
