At breakfast the next morning, John and I were finishing our oatmeal. I had done the morning chores, brought in the bucket of milk for Mary to filter. She was skimming the cream off of yesterday's milk getting ready to turn it into butter. John said he was going to work up in the North Meadow getting the field ready to plant corn and wanted me to weed the spinach and lettuce then plant the carrots in the two long rows next to the cabbage.
He took a sip of coffee and looked over at Mary in the kitchen. He put his cup down, took a deep breath and said, "Listen, Pete, I have to talk to you about Sherry."
He leaned forward, cleared his throat, looked me in the eyes then said, "We have a rule about apprentices staying away from Sherry. You're here to work for us and we've had problems in the past with apprentices socializing too much with her and not getting their work done. We fired an apprentice last year because he was too distracted to get his work done."
"Well, I'm here to learn all I can about farming," I said.
"I don't want you to misunderstand me, Pete, but Sherry can be a flirt and I don't want her interfering with your work. We have a strict rule that she is not suppose to hang around the apprentices."
While he was talking, I could not get the image from last night of Sherry riding me like a cowgirl on a bronco screaming for me to fuck her. John looked up at Mary in the kitchen, pouring the heavy cream into the blender.
"I know my daughter," he said. "She's like her mother, a real rebel, so I suspect she's going to test our rule."
I was surprised when he called Mary a rebel and glanced up to see her shaking her head as she overheard him but she didn't say anything. He took a sip of coffee, put the cup down with a thud and looked at me sternly.
"Now Sherry knows the rules and you know the rules—she stays away from apprentices and I swear you'll be out of here in two minutes if I see you hanging around her." John had a stern, angry look in his eyes as he said those words, adding, "And I mean it, young man."
John stood up and said, "Time to get to work, Pete." He went into the kitchen and gave Mary a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and kissed him back. She said, "Don't forget the co-op wants that delivery of eggs this afternoon?"
"Thanks for reminding me," he said, then turned to me. "Pete, you'll have to deliver the eggs to the co-op this afternoon by four. They get ten dozen. You'll have to get their order ready." John put on the straw hat he wore in the field, and then added, "And fill the truck up with gas before you come home." He opened the screen door then turned to me. "Remember what I said about Sherry," he said glancing at his wife. Then he left the house.
When I took my empty bowl and cup to the sink, Mary had her eyes on the blender making sure it didn't turn the butter into whipped cream. She didn't look at me when she said, "I see John gave you the little lecture about Sherry."
"He did," I answered, remembering what he said about his wife being a rebel when she was younger.
"He worries so about her," she said. "He's a man who believes in work before pleasure," she added. "We're kind of opposites in lots of ways. I think pleasure is more important then work. It's all about balance," she added. "Maybe that's why we have such a good marriage."
I was surprised she was getting so personal with me. She turned off the blender, looked at the butter and said, "Perfect. Nothing like fresh butter," she added. She turned to me and said, "This is going to be a hard summer for you, Pete, because of John's rule about apprentices and Sherry." She paused, "And I know Sherry." She picked up her mug of coffee and took a sip, looking at me over the rim. She then put the empty mug in the sink. "Sherry's like me and loves pleasure. She's knows how to get what she wants and John is real stubborn and wants what he says to be the law. He won't budge and if he sees you with Sherry, you'll be fired, no matter how good a worker you are. Believe me we've lost some good apprentices because of Sherry and John's rule."
I thanked Mary and said, "I better get to work." While I was weeding the spinach row, I thought about my situation. I knew how hot and determined Sherry was and how hard it was going to be to stay away from her. I remembered Sherry saying, how she liked sneaking off to fuck, how exciting it was. I liked her spirit but didn't want it to get me fired. I was sure Mary was right about Sherry knowing how to get what she wanted. She was definitely strong, smart and a rebel like her mother. I remembered saying to her this was going to be an adventure and we'll just take one day at a time, but now I realized how difficult and dangerous this adventure would be.
After an hour of weeding the spinach rows, the sun was getting higher and I was sweating. I had finished two rows of spinach, noticing it almost ready to harvest and decided to go back to the house to get a drink of water. Just as I opened the screen door, Sherry was walking out. I saw her mother at the kitchen table peeling potatoes.
"Hi, Pete," she said with a little cordial smile and kept walking. She had a book under her arm. She was wearing the tightest cut offs I'd ever seen and a red tee-shirt that was cut just below her tits, revealing her flat stomach. The shorts were the low cut type and accented her hips and ass. She knew I was watching her as she swayed her hips just enough to tantalize me. Talk about knowing what she wanted.
I went into the house, got a glass of water and went back out on the porch to drink and looked over at Sherry sitting under the peach tree reading her book. She knew I was looking at her but kept reading. She had her bare feet on the ground and her legs bent so she could prop the book on her thighs as she read. Her legs were spread apart and I could see her crotch. I knew she was sitting that way on purpose, because she looked up at me, smiled and then went back to her book.
I finished my water, walked into the kitchen to put the glass down. I glanced at Mary peeling potatoes at the table and wanted to make sure she didn't notice me pay attention to Sherry.
When I went out on the porch, Sherry looked up at me from her book and our eyes met. She smiled, slowly moving her tongue across her bottom lip. She was teasing me, but I was determined to keep our distance and walked back to the spinach row, trying to ignore her by not looking, but my mind was captivated by how sexy she looked in those tight cut-offs, her tits barely contained by her flimsy shirt and the sexy way she looked at me.
For an hour or so, I continued weeding, looking up every once in a while to see Sherry reading her book. When I finished weeding, I decided to go into the shed to get the carrot seeds. I walked past Sherry but tried not to look at her, keeping my head down as I walked. John was up in the North Meadow, her mother was in the house. No one would see us if we talked, but I thought it was best to keep our distance. While I was on my way to the shed, Sherry stood up to stretch. She lifted her arms in the air and stood on her toes, reaching skyward as she stretched. With her arms high above her head, the shirt pressed tightly against her tits revealing her nipples. She then turned, her back to me and continued stretching causing her cut-offs to rise on her ass, revealing a good amount of her ass cheeks.
I tried not to look at her as I walked past her, then Sherry bent over to touch her toes. Her cut offs were tight on her ass as she bent over. She looked delicious and I wanted to walk over to her and rub my cock against the crack of her ass and then fuck her. She knew she was teasing me because as I walked by she smiled then looked away. I glanced at her and kept walking.
While I was in the shed filling up the bucket with carrot seeds, I heard a sound in back of me and saw Sherry standing in the doorway. "Are you trying to get me fired?" I asked.
"Don't worry," Sherry said. "Dad can't see us and my mom won't say anything."
"She won't," I responded.
"She's not as uptight as my Dad is," she said. "But we can't let him know," she added.
