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Maryann, My Amish Girl 
by Aquarius (address withheld)

***

A love story of an widower who buys a farm in Amish 
country Ohio and meets a young Amish girl. They fall 
in love despite the differences of their backgrounds. 
Two people who come from different social upbringings 
and cultures. Their love for each other transcends all 
else in their lives. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, rom)
 
***

 1.

I moved on a company transfer from the southwest to 
Ohio, green, lush and something to look at besides 
sand and sagebrush and barren hills. I'd bought a farm 
in the middle of Amish country, Wayne County. The 
people who owned it before were retiring after thirty 
years of farming. Apparently they were rather 
successful at farming; they'd built up a good 
retirement fund and moved to Florida.

When I bought the farm two Amish men wanted to buy it 
for the son and daughter-in-law for the young 
newlyweds to start their lives. According to the real 
estate agent I spoiled it for them, but as it turned 
out the two fathers and I struck a deal. I only needed 
the house and garage and part of the barn space for my 
horses which were my late wife's; they could have the 
rest of the farm for twenty dollars a month, 
maintenance and up keep of the buildings. They were 
overjoyed.

Getting the cattle from one farm to another was 
another matter. The distance, as the crow flies was 
about two and a quarter miles. I was curious as to how 
they were going to do it. I drove over to the Schmitt 
farm where the cattle were kept in a fenced in area.

I was surprised at some of the people who gathered for 
the affair. I looked the situation over, surprised 
they had no idea how they were going to do it. I told 
them I'd be right back: "Don't go anywhere..."

"What are you going to do, sir?" Mr. Curtain who was 
one of the community elders called as I got in my 
truck.

"Goina' get a couple horses. I'll show you how we do 
it in Texas. Be right back."

A half hour later I returned on the stallion trailing 
his buddy the gelding. I stopped and turned around 
facing the paddock where the cattle were kept. By this 
time the yard was full of on lookers from the Amish 
community and a few from the locale community itself 
who had heard about the transfer of the cattle to my 
place.

As I explained to the men what I was going to do in 
herding the cattle to my farm, more, Daniel Schmitt's 
farm too I noticed a young blonde haired girl of 
approximately fourteen by the fence. She and I seemed 
to instinctively lock gazes for the moment. Something 
in a magic way passed between us as if we once knew 
each other from a time past. The scary part, she 
reminded me of my wife when I first met her.

I mentally shook myself. Someone opened the gate 
swatted at the cows to get them moving; twenty-four 
head of cattle began moving out of the paddock. I 
turned them on to the lane that led across two fields 
and crossed two county highways. The local police 
graciously agreed to put up road blocks as the cattle 
crossed the highway to the next field. 

As I was herding the cattle, I looked back to see a 
train of buggies and a couple cars trailing behind me. 
We eventually reached my place and Daniel had his herd 
of cattle. I did not see the girl again until the 
following week. I suppose she was in the crowd which 
gathered at my place as the cattle were moved in to 
the field.

On Monday I was home when I heard the rattle and 
jangle of a passing buggy. I didn't give it much 
thought, but as I peered out a kitchen window I was 
startled to see a buggy with four girls trundle 
through the farm yard, in one side and out the other. 
I was a bit annoyed by this. That evening the same 
buggy and girls cut through the property again. 

I walked outside watching as the buggy cut across the 
field toward the Curtain's farm. Well that explains 
that I suppose. The next day I was outside waiting for 
them as they rode along the tractor path toward the 
front of the property.

The girl, the same one I'd seen on Saturday was 
driving the buggy stopped when she saw me. There were 
three other girls with her who appeared older by 
several years.

"Yes, sir?"

"Mind if I ask why you're taking a short cut through 
my property, from one road to the other?"

"Too far to go around, sir," one of the older girls 
replied.

"Too far to where?" I asked.

"Conner's Can Goods and Produce," the first replied.

Then it dawned on me. The cannery, a franchise of a 
larger company was on the edge of town and operated 
during the harvest season. The cannery was getting 
ready for the growing season and eventual harvest 
period that was a frieze of activity. For them, that 
could prove to be a bad drive with auto traffic such 
as it was. Also, it put them a mile and a half out of 
their way on a State highway and County Road. 
Therefore, cutting across my property was their only 
safe option.

"Wait one, I'll be right back." I ran in to the house, 
grabbed a pad of paper and pen and was back outside, 
the girls wondering what I was going to do. "Okay. 
What I am going to do is fix up a sign here that you 
are the only ones granted permission to use this as a 
short cut. Okay?"

Their names were: Maryann Curtain who was the one 
driving the buggy, now I knew her name: Theresa her 
elder sister another doll; Wendy Burton and Sara Cane, 
friends of theirs. It fell to Maryann to take them to 
the cannery and pick them up in the evening, a round 
trip of four and a half miles in a horse drawn buggy. 

The fact I was willing to continue letting them use 
the access lane met with their joint approval, and 
that of their fathers. Using my property to keep them 
off the county roads as much as possible gave the 
families a peace of mind.

I put up a sign at either end of the lane which told 
anybody, the only people allowed to use the lane 
through my property was Maryann, Theresa and their 
friends, otherwise – Stay Out.

The arrangement I made with their fathers and the 
elders for the Amish community rights to the property 
lent to young Maryann stopping one day to water the 
horse. I began helping Daniel with some farm chores as 
I took care of my horses that kept me busy and from 
boredom. I did my other work in the afternoon after 
much of the farm work was done. 

I kept the large water trough filled for the animals. 
Maryann led the horse to the through and it began 
drinking of the cool water. 

The young man rode the hay wagon back to their farm 
not giving the girl a second look. I stood by the barn 
wiping the sweat from my forehead watching the girl as 
the horse rested from its trip to the canning plant 
down the highway. The Amish of this community were 
somewhat more progressive but still a certain 
conservatism remained. Consequently, the local 
community was very protective of the Amish. 

Maryann Curtain was blonde with long hair that 
cascaded down her back to her waist. The plain beige 
dress and bonnet and shawl did little to hide her cute 
figure. For a moment I felt a stirring inside of me as 
I looked the young girl over. The girl was a natural 
beauty.

Beautiful came to mind. I decided I better not stand 
there gawking at her otherwise she would become self-
conscious and that would be the end of it for me.

I waved to her as I walked back to the house.

Each day she took she took her sister and their 
friends to work on the way back she would stop to 
water the horse. Most days I could be outside working 
when she came through stopping at the water trough. 
The short rest stop gave me a chance to look at her 
and savor the sight of this blossoming beauty. I felt 
a sense of infatuation for her.

Later that week I was walking back to the house from 
the barn having just helped Daniel with the livestock 
when Maryann stopped to water the horse. I stopped to 
pet the horse, Maryann looked up at me shyly glancing 
toward the house then me again.

"You're by yourself, sir?"

I nodded my head. "Yes. My wife died about the time I 
retired from the Army. That was three years ago."

Maryann muttered, "Oh I'm sorry, sir. Didn't know. 
Excuse me."

She climbed up on the buggy and started up the lane 
through the fields to her place.

I wrongly assumed it would end there – it didn't. The 
information I was single seemed to embolden her. The 
next time she rode back to her farm, stopping at mine, 
she waved as I was working with Daniel loading hay in 
the barn's haymow.

Daniel looked down at her from the loft. "Girl is 
goina' be the Devil's playmate someday."

"Oh? How so?"

"Chasin' after boys older than her."

That bit of revelation gave me something to think 
about. Her timing lately seemed impeccable as she 
returned from dropping the girls at the canning plant 
and the time I was finishing chores at the barn. 

The next day she was returning from the canning plant 
she guided the horse to the water trough.

"Hello. Mr. Harrison," Maryann called in a cheerful 
tone.

We small talked for a few minutes before she excused 
herself to return to her family farm. Then came the 
day I made the mistake of being in the right place 
wrong time.

I was adding water to the water trough when Maryann 
drew in to the yard and guided the horse up to the 
trough.

"Good morning, Mr. Harrison," she said in a cheery 
voice.

"`Morning, Maryann." 

Maryann hoped down from the buggy as the horse poked 
its nose in the trough to suck down a few quarts of 
water. Maryann looked around then at the house. "I see 
you're alone. I see that you have no one to help you 
with the house."

She looked up at me for an answer then turned her gaze 
toward the open fields.

"No I don't." I said. Girl was good. 

"But who helps you with the cleaning?"

"Just me," I replied then asked, "Why?"

I should have known better than to ask, 'why?'

The girl seemed to be thinking a moment then said: "I 
can help, sir. My other sister helps at home. Per-
chance you need someone to help you with the house 
work."
 
I had to think with a clear head. This was a bit 
unusual for a girl her age to want to do something 
like this. I could see where the girl was going with 
this situation. "Have you talked to you father first?"

The girl looked down cast. "No, sir."

 
 2.

I forgot about the issue of Maryann's request. She 
continued to drive past the house stopping to let the 
horse get a drink of water at the stock trough. We 
greeted each other; she would give me a shy smile then 
continue on her way home until four pm when she would 
pass the house again.

However, seems the issue would not go away. There was 
a heavy knock at the side door to the kitchen pantry. 
I went to the door to see a large bearded man with 
wire rim glasses standing back staring in at me. I 
knew right away who it was and why. "Yes, Mr. Curtin?"

"Mr. Harrison, I am here because of an unusual request 
from my second daughter, Maryann." He spoke with a 
heavy German accent which was normal for the Amish.

It seemed her request had not gone away after all. 
"Oh, yeah. Well come on in, sir. I suppose you need to 
know a few things about me?"

"Yes, I would very much so." 

He stepped in and followed me to my study which 
definitely needed cleaning worse than the rest of the 
house. We talked for over an hour about whether the 
girl was old enough to work and what my requirements 
would be if she did. The upshot was a probation 
period, I wondered if the normal 40 hours a week would 
be okay. He wasn't worried about the hours. Her work 
hours would be cut back to Saturdays once school 
started. Then the remission for her services: we 
decided on the mandatory $7.65 minimum wage to start 
with. The minimum amount would be increased after the 
probation period. Friday was upon us she could start 
on Monday.

Another thought on this situation: she would cut her 
travel time to the cannery in half, but that would not 
help with the buggy situation. This almost developed 
in to a shell game with the buggy.

Monday the girl was waving to me as she passed with 
the others on their way to the cannery. A short time 
later she was standing at the back door ready to knock 
when I answered it.

"Do you have permission from your father then, huh?" 

"Yes, sir. I almost didn't think Father would give his 
permission."

"Okay, did your father mention this is a trial basis 
for you?"

"Yes, sir." 

The girl was being especially polite a rare trait 
these days. I sat her down in my study and went over 
the same rules I'd discussed with her father. I'd had 
the foresight to write things down plus her wages for 
her work. The wages part we did "under the table" so 
nothing would show up for taxes. I showed her around 
the house where everything was located. But first 
order of business, my coffee, which I like black as 
the Ace of Spades and strong in flavor. I know she was 
watching this with quiet appall as dumped two and a 
half scoops of grounds in to the grounds basket, 
clicked on the start switch. 

"And that is it."
	
She wrinkled her nose up at the strong aroma of the 
percolating coffee. 

Finally, after the show and tell was done I set her to 
work. 

From the beginning Maryann was fascinated by the 
"modern" things I had, especially the stereo in my 
study on which I was able to listen to music – news 
when I was inclined to listen to it, otherwise I just 
put on a stack of CD's or stream the music from my 
computer. As she became used to such things I 
introduced her to each one. The kitchen was the more 
obvious than my study that would become her domain. 

By the end of the week she had the job down to a 
science, and thanks to her Mother's firm instructions 
on what to do and how to do it. After the first week 
her Father stopped over for a brief report on how 
Maryann was doing. As far as I was concerned the girl 
was better than me, which is not saying a lot.

Lunch always proved interesting. She would take a 
break near eleven-thirty to prepare me lunch. Problem 
was I had all modern kitchen appliances. I often 
wondered how they did it without electricity and 
refrigeration. With some coaching Maryann soon caught 
on to how to operate the stove, oven, microwave, and 
above all else – the electric can opener. 

That first week she wanted to do the laundry which for 
her was an education in itself. I let her do it since 
she seemed to think that was part of her job. She 
looked for the wash tubs until I showed her how the 
machines worked and using the powders. Watching her 
was a bit funny but it could be a serious problem due 
to her upbringing. I fixed up the old clothes line for 
her and found a cache' of clothes pins in the shed 
behind the house plus a stand to set the basket on. 
She was happy camper.

Every day Maryann was on time, not missing a day. Her 
father stopped by for another report on Maryann's 
progress. I always made sure she had what she needed 
or I left pen and paper in the kitchen so she could 
make notes of what she needed from produce to cleaning 
items. I showed him all she was doing and she made 
things appear there was a woman living there which 
began to make the place feel more like a home than a 
cave. 

I'd pretty much did my work without noticing or 
thinking about the girl until one day I went to the 
study and heard some mutters and mumbles. I carefully 
peered around a corner to see her looking over several 
old framed photos that I'd not gotten around to 
hanging. She was carefully dusting each one and 
studying each photograph. I couldn't help smiling 
because she was so engrossed in them that she never 
heard me step in to the room.

"Interested in the pictures?"

That scared her. "Oh! Sorry... I–I didn't mean... 
I'm sorry."

She put the picture back scared I would scold her.

"That's okay to look at them. That's what the pictures 
are for. I just haven't hung them on the wall yet."

She didn't know what to do as I picked one up. "Ever 
see pictures like these before?"

Maryann shook her head. "No, sir."

I gestured to the chair by the desk. "That's okay, 
Maryann. You haven't done anything wrong."

I picked up the stack of pictures to set them on the 
desk between us. I soon had her interest and 
attention. I was describing places and people she had 
only read about at school and heard about. She had a 
dreamy look in her eyes as I told her about people and 
what was in each picture. They were pictures of tank 
and infantry units, men in combat gear, countries that 
were far away. We spent a good two hours talking about 
those places and things. 

She was soon back to work busily making up for the 
lost time. I could only grin at how industrious she 
was. Maryann gave me someone to talk to during the 
day. Each week I added into a special account extra 
money – a sort of secret tip I felt she deserved. 

Within a short time Maryann had the household chores 
under control and basically feeding me. Her father and 
mother were happy she was earning her own money. 
Maryann was able to buy a few of her own things at the 
stores and set the rest aside as a dowry for when she 
was eighteen. This too helped with the family budget, 
even they were experiencing their own hard times and 
every little bit helped.

Maryann had been working for me as "house keeper" for 
three weeks, doing almost double duty, taking her 
sister and friends to work, rain or shine then she 
stops at my house to help with the chores there then 
had to go back to the cannery to pick them up then 
home. 


 3. 

If I didn't stop for lunch or supper which was early 
because she had to leave by four, she would literally 
drag me out of the study – or in a few cases, the 
barn. The girl could be quite instant when she wanted 
to be: Daughter like Mother? By the Fourth of July 
Maryann had become more a wife then house keeper.

I soon discovered a side to her that I never expected 
or suspected in her; she had become in love with me, 
but the girl managed to keep it hidden until one day 
she was fussing around the house I noticed she had 
undone the two top buttons of her blouse. As I 
glimpsed her top and breasts, I was treated to a 
before now forbidden sight of her young breasts.

It wasn't until that afternoon when she left to go 
pickup her sister and friends that it occurred to me, 
the girl was flirting with me. Her flirting with me 
gave me mixed feelings all of a sudden, and none too 
appropriate either. After she left, the nights alone 
were proving unbearable for me.

The next few days Maryann seemed to get a little 
bolder in her flirting with me. Eye contact, words – 
which didn't help matters any when I made a Freudian 
slip or two calling her "honey" and "sweet heart". She 
walked around with a smile the rest of the day.

The month of July was half over but let us know it was 
going to be a hot month. I was out in the barns 
helping with the livestock; Maryann had taken her 
sister and friends to the cannery and returned to 
begin her household chores.

That week I started getting up early to start my work 
then worked outside helping Daniel with the farm 
chores then back to what I was doing for a real 
living. I walked in the back door off the pantry 
stopping at the kitchen sink to wash my hands off. I 
looked over my shoulder to see Maryann busy sweeping 
the floor, her blouse was open showing the white 
chemise which was open as well revealing more of her 
cute young breasts. Nevertheless, the open blouse 
offered me a nice view of her breasts. I had to tear 
my eyes away from her before I became too horny from 
the inviting sight.

Later she made me breakfast leaning over me to pour me 
another cup of coffee. She did it in such a way that I 
had no choice but to look at her. I was sporting a 
hard-on which made it hard for me not to let her see 
it as I stood from the table.

This bit of exhibitionism of hers went on for the next 
couple days until I made a bold move of my own. After 
she left in the late afternoon I had to think of what 
to do. In her own naοve way the girl was getting to 
me. She was making it hard for me to concentrate on my 
own work. I finally decided to just go ahead, risk 
factor and all to do it – as they say.
	
The next day, Friday, her sister and friends had off 
from work; Maryann arrived at the house a little 
earlier than she normally does. I made sure I was 
outside. Daniel left early to work at his parent's 
farm down the road. I finished up then went to the 
house.

As I washed up from outside she came in to the 
kitchen.

"You're early," I said as I was drying my hands.

"My sister and her friends do not have to be to work 
until Monday."

She wrinkled up her nose at my coffee then pulled out 
the pans to start my breakfast. From the beginning she 
enjoyed cooking for me. 

As I stood from the table and she turned toward me I 
kissed her on the cheek: "Thank you."

Sometimes I think she scrimped on certain items to 
save me money. Then one evening after she had left I 
found a note, which was rare for her. The note had my 
name and ended with 'I Love You' on the card.

Before the end of July I had to go into town, I left 
the house open for her and a note that I was in town 
and be back before noon. It was nearly noon when I 
returned. The horse was in the paddock where she put 
him during the day while she was working. I went in 
the house through the back door. I heard the water 
running but thought she was cleaning upstairs. Then it 
was turned off. There were a few things I had to put 
away in the bedroom and went upstairs when the 
bathroom door was opened and Maryann stepped out with 
a towel wrapped around her.

Maryann gasped as I reached the top of the stairs. 
Instinctively I looked. I knew from the first time I 
saw her she was a rare beauty, but with just a towel 
wrapped around her: "Oh – Maryann!"

I swear she must have sucked every molecule of air 
from the house. "Oh! Mr. Harrison I thought..."

"No its okay." I backed down a couple steps and went 
back down stairs.

A short time later an embarrassed young girl appeared 
at the door of the study.

"I – I am sorry, Mr. Harrison, I – I didn't know you'd 
be home. I was hot and wanted to cool off."

It was hot that day. I was sitting in my study 
sweating even with the windows open. 

I looked at her seeing the perspiration on her 
forehead. "Tell you what, I never did get any kind of 
fans or anything to keep us cool." I stood up walked 
over to her to give her a kiss on the forehead. She 
was surprised by the gesture. "I'll be right back."

"Where you going?" she asked as I walked in to the 
kitchen and out the side door.

"To get us a couple fans. Be back."

An hour later I returned with three fans, a pedestal 
type and two floor fans. Maryann stood in front of the 
pedestal fan in the living room cooling herself off. I 
felt the shifting of the air throughout the house as I 
checked the fan direction. I stopped where I could 
watch her for a minute. Her blouse and skirt were 
pressed against her body as she held her arms out to 
feel the cool air on her. The high flow of air on her 
plastering the blouse against her body accented every 
subtle curve of her young body. I felt a stirring 
within me, a sudden lust and desire for the young 
girl. 

"What a beauty." I had to tear my eyes from the sight 
of such splendor.

I slipped in to my study to resume my work. I worked 
as she finished her work then she brought me a late 
lunch. I stopped to look up as she brought in the tray 
of sandwiches and large glass of ice tea.

"Here, Dave." She set the tray on the table beside the 
desk. 

"Thank you," I said as she backed away. "Have you 
eaten yet?"

She shook her head. "No. I'll get something later."

I turned the chair around. "Maryann..."

"Sir?"

"You're not still shaken by what happened a short time 
ago?"	

I think she was still embarrassed by what happened. 
She nodded her head.

"You're okay. It was an accident and neither of us was 
hurt by what happened."

I held my hands out to her. I made a slight gesture 
with my hands. She stepped over to me I took her hands 
to kiss each one. I looked up into her blue eyes that 
brightened as I kissed her hands. "Feel better?"

She nodded her head in reply. "Yes, sir."

"Our secret, okay? No one needs to know about what 
happened."

"Our secret." She looked down at her hands resting in 
mine. "No one will ever know."

Monday we were back where we were a couple days ago. I 
suppose Maryann had put some thought to what happened. 
I had a lot to think about from my end. The girl was 
young and despite growing up in a closed community 
setting, she was very much aware of what was going on 
around her. I was coming out of the barn with Daniel 
when the girls passed us on their way to work. I tried 
not to be too obvious about the fact I was deeply 
infatuated by the girl. In four years she would be of 
marrying age. She would probably move to another 
community helping to spread the genetic pool out, it 
was too confined even now.

These thoughts were running through my mind when 
Maryann returned to the farm. The horse placed in the 
paddock she ran to the house and side door. I was 
making my usual pot of burnt leaded oil coffee when 
she stepped through from outside.

"I'm supposed to make the coffee," she protested with 
a pout.

I lifted the cup of coffee as I touched the on switch. 
"You're a bit late dear, my third pot this morning."

"Third?" She pulled out the iron skillet setting it on 
the stove. "What time did you get up this morning?"

"Two am." I decided to get out of the kitchen before 
it got too hot in there.

She stopped as she set out the eggs and sausage from 
the refrigerator. "Two am?"

I laughed as I walked back to the study to do some 
work as she prepared breakfast. 

Shortly breakfast was ready. I learned real quick that 
she preferred me to eat in the kitchen in the morning. 
She was having a cup of tea as I drank another 
countless cup of coffee. She sat across from me as I 
ate. We small talked for a while. I had to admit, the 
girl, for having an eighth grade education was smart. 
She started listening to the radio as she worked; I 
caught her one time watching television as she was 
cleaning the living room. I never said anything to 
embarrass her. I thought what she was doing was cute. 

When I finished I pushed the chair back, she stood to 
pick up the plates. I took a chance and once more, a 
risk I held my hands out to her. She looked at my 
hands a second putting hers in mine, I lifted them to 
my lips kissing her hands.

"Thank you, sweet heart."

She smiled then to her surprise I drew her to me to 
kiss her on the lips.

She was startled by my move. "I – I am glad you liked 
it – Dave."

I left it at that. She was busy cleaning now; I could 
hear her as I tried to do my own work. By nine o'clock 
I heard the whirring of the fans; she turned the fans 
on cooling the house a bit. I became aware there was 
no other noise other than the fans. I quietly moved to 
the living room. I grinned when I saw her standing in 
front of the fan, her dress pressed against her body, 
her arms out, her head back, her blonde hair blown 
back as she savored the cool air. 

I quietly stepped up behind her taking her hands I 
turned her around until we were staring into each 
other's eyes. I shifted my stance and we were doing a 
slow dance about the living room to a slow country 
number. She had never danced until that moment but 
despite a few stumbles, she caught on and we were 
gliding about the room as if it were a ball room. 

The songs over, we stopped and I gazed in to those 
eyes of hers that would someday captivate the heart of 
a boy her age. But little did I realize she had 
already made a conquest of mine.

I kissed her then returned to what I was doing. I left 
a stunned girl standing in the middle of the living 
room, her fingers touching her lips. 

The next day Maryann got in to the house before I did 
and was preparing breakfast for me as she always did. 
I walked in to the smell of bacon, eggs and potatoes. 
She smiled a beautiful smile as I sniffed the air.

"Fantastic."

"I'm glad you like it," she said placing the eggs and 
bacon, and potatoes on a plate for me. I realized she 
was back to her old game of unbuttoning the top 
buttons of her blouse letting me see her breasts. As 
she leaned over setting the plate down I was able to 
see the gentle curve of her breasts and the small 
erect nipples partially concealed by the chemise. I 
watched her as she set everything on the table then 
sat across from me with a cup of tea as she did when 
we had breakfast together. When I finished I had the 
crazy notion to see how far I could go with this 
situation. 

I moved the plate to the side of the table. She stood 
and stepped around the table. I took her by the hands 
as she reached for the plate. She looked at me both 
startled and with a smile as I held her hand up to my 
lips to kiss it. Then to her shock I drew her down on 
to my lap.

"Dave!"
	
I placed my hand on her chin turning her head to face 
me. I said in a soft voice: "You know something, I've 
fallen in love with you. You've become more than the 
house keeper, you've become my help mate."

I dropped my hand from her chin.

"I – I have? I mean..."

"And more than that, to me, you're beautiful and 
desirable." I gave her a deep passionate kiss which 
she tried to return. I knew she'd learn someday.

The rest of the week she rode on a pink cloud of 
pride. I had to remind her to keep it to just us that 
she could not say anything to anyone, this was our own 
secret. And as I know girls and most women, they could 
talk. 

That seemed to double her efforts. Each morning when 
she arrived and each afternoon when she would leave, 
we would exchange passionate kisses. I had to remind 
myself to let her know she was doing a good job and I 
appreciated what she was doing. I would give her a 
kiss which reinforced her during the day.

The following week after the incident in the kitchen, 
she was standing at the kitchen sink I approached her 
from behind put my arms around her.

"Love you," and kissed her on the neck and ears.

"I – I love you too, Dave," she said softly tilting 
her head back as I kissed her again on the neck.

I turned her around to face me, she looked up at me I 
could see a growing devotion in her eyes. I suppose at 
that point I could have done with her whatever I 
wanted, used her to sate my growing lust for her, but 
that would not have helped me in the long run.

I leaned down to kiss her full on the lips. She had 
sweet lips that yielded to my kisses. I held her for a 
few moments as we kissed, her lips parted and I slid 
my tongue into her mouth. My tongue touched hers 
sliding over it then back over the roof of her mouth. 
Instinctively Maryann wrapped her arms around me 
pressing herself against me. 

I whispered: "Our secret."

"Our secret."


 4.

That moment in our relationship opened a flood gate of 
love and devotion in the girl.

At the end of July going into August I gave Maryann a 
pay increase, plus the money I was putting away for 
her each week was increased. 

Each Friday morning the shopping list was on the 
kitchen table for me. Many times I wished I could take 
her with me but I knew where that would lead or wait 
until she was old enough, about sixteen or she made up 
her own mind what she wanted to do in life.

Sometimes on impulse I would kiss her which I know 
made her feel good. Then the week near the end of July 
I saw her without her dress on. My heart stopped – it 
was already hot, the fans were having trouble keeping 
the house cool. All she had on was the chemise and 
petticoat, she'd even taken her stockings and shoes 
off. Then the thought occurred to me, the girl had 
become somewhat of an exhibitionist. 

I had an instant hard-on when she brought me a cup of 
coffee in to the study. "How you can stand drinking 
anything hot on a day like this," she asked setting 
the cup down. 

"It's eleven fifteen. I'll be switching to ice tea." I 
looked her up and down feeling a definite hard-on, my 
imagination running wild with all sort of 
possibilities. "Don't go outside like that. We'll 
definitely be in trouble."

She gave me a kiss. "I won't." Then went back to her 
work.

It was near noon when she came in with the mail. Again 
fully dressed. She handed me the bills and other mail 
but sat down with the junk advertisement. She was 
fascinated by something. I watched her reactions for a 
moment then continued what I was doing. Then she 
turned the paper around to show me the pictures of 
girls in bras, panties, slips and stockings.

"How would I look in something like this?" she asked 
innocently.

Comparing the picture and Maryann was a real toss up; 
both were beauties.

Looking at the pictures I asked: "You want something 
like that?" She nodded her head. I parked what I was 
working on and brought up the shopping section and 
lingerie.

She was just about sitting in my lap looking at the 
images of the women and the slips, panties and bras. I 
scrolled down to the section for ordering on line. "I 
can get these things for you but you will only be able 
to wear them here with me. And..."

She agreed. "Our secret." She kissed me.

Using the instructions for measuring I selected four 
full slips of various pastels, half or mini slips, 
matching bras and panties and two pairs of strappy 
heel shoes to top it off. As I ordered them she kissed 
me and kissed me. Then I knew later I would have my 
way with her. The girl was becoming spoiled; my fault. 

"It's gone."

"They'll receive it in ten seconds and I'll receive 
confirmation in thirty seconds."

"And you'll receive the package by..."

"Four weeks."

She kissed me. "I can't wait."

I kissed her back and within seconds we had our arms 
intertwined. My free hand came in to contact with her 
breast. She seemed surprised again as I brushed my 
hand over her breast then the intimate feel of her 
small pert nipple gave me a rush of heat as I took it 
in my fingers fondling it, feeling it, fingering it; 
we kissed passionately. I slipped my hand inside her 
top and the chemise until I felt the cool satin feel 
of her breast. 

"Oh, sweetheart, you feel so good," I moaned around 
her lips. 

She began rubbing herself against my chest as I felt 
up her breast. I slipped my other hand down to her 
dress to pull it up a bit at a time until it was at 
her knees. I slid my hand up her legs feeling and 
caressing her thighs. The girl stiffed as my hand 
touched her hips. I wanted to slide it between her 
legs and feel the tenderness of her virgin pussy.

"Dave ... what are you doing to me?"

"Loving you, sweetheart. Loving the girl I love."

"I – I don't know what to do," she said softly, afraid 
someone might hear us.

"Let me teach you." I began sliding my hand between 
her legs as I kissed her.

Her nipples were stiff; her panty was wet with her 
pre-cum juices. She began moving her hips in time with 
the caressing movement of my fingers against her 
pussy. I eventually had her so sexually aroused with a 
cry she came with her first male induced orgasm.
 

 5.

However, Thursday evening I got my summer cold and 
bronchial-pneumonia on top of that. How I got from the 
study upstairs to bed is beyond me, but that is where 
Maryann found me the next morning after a frantic 
search of the house. 
	
She managed to get me undressed and under the covers. 
I felt her pull my shirt and pants off then somehow 
get me under the covers. I looked at her hazy eyed, 
not really comprehending what was going on.

"Maryann...?"

"Yes. I'll take care of you. Don't worry, darling. 
I'll be back."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get some of Mama's medicine. Don't you 
go anywhere."

"Where am I goina' go?"

"You'll find a way." There was a slight giggle as she 
started down stairs.

Girl is more of a wife then housekeeper. But I loved 
her, even though she underage and supposed to be 
wrong.

A half hour later two angles, more like two gorgeous 
blondes woke me up: Maryann and her sister Teresa. 
They managed to sit me up in bed. 

"Here take this." Maryann was pouring some brown 
liquid in to a small glass. "It'll help."

"If it doesn't kill me first. What is it?"

I noticed Teresa standing by the door with a smile as 
she watched Maryann holding the glass with the 
medicine getting me to drink the stuff. I half 
expected her to say: It lives! It lives! And laugh 
like a hyena. Never happened. 

"Mama's medicine. Now drink it all up."

"Yes, ma'am." I drank the medicine and damn near died 
from just the taste.

"Okay," she said as I handed her back the glass 
coughing bringing a laugh from Teresa. "Sister and I 
will be in the kitchen fixing you supper."

I motioned, Okay with my hand as I lay back on the 
pillows. Sometime later the girls were back with a 
light meal for me. Maryann helped me sit up then 
Teresa stepped forward with a tray with a plate of 
mashed potatoes, diced carrots and a glass of milk.

"The milk is from Brother Daniel. I told him you were 
sick," she said sitting on a chair beside the bed. 
Teresa remained standing watching me as Maryann 
literally spoon fed me the potatoes and carrots 
combination.

I slept Friday night again until Saturday afternoon. I 
never did learn how Teresa figured into the situation 
except she was supposed to help, more like chaperone, 
Maryann if I needed anything. In this case, two were 
better than one. The girls slept in the living room 
but within shouting distance if I needed anything.

Saturday late afternoon the girls helped me out of bed 
and to the bathroom. She gathered up clean clothes for 
me and tossed those in the bathroom. Besides 
everything else, I must have spent an hour in the 
shower. Maryann was a bit worried by the time I 
stepped out of the steaming bathroom.

"You okay?" she asked concerned.

"I'll live – I suppose."

Maryann leveled a disapproving frown on my comment. 

Teresa was surprised at how Maryann took her duties in 
stride and helped me the way she did. Early Sunday 
morning the girls returned home when Mr. Curtain came 
to pick them up. The three of us were sitting in the 
kitchen, they had cups of tea, me, I had my lead 
weight coffee. I profusely thanked him for letting the 
girls stay with me those two nights, being a touch and 
go situation for me.

The following week Maryann was by my side seeing if I 
needed anything. Noon time became our time for 
ourselves. I led the girl up to the bedroom where we 
could be by ourselves. I took the dress off her, she 
instinctively wanted to hide herself but I was very 
gentle about what I did letting her relax. The dress 
slid to the floor she was in just the chemise and 
petticoat as I lay her back on the bed. I savored the 
sight of the young girl laying there as I took the 
shirt then boots off. I lay down beside her, we lay on 
the bed kissing and feeling each other up. 
 
I slid my hand up under the petticoat to the panty, 
finding the tie-stay I loosened it pulling the panty 
down her legs exposing her virgin girlhood. I know the 
girl did not know what to do. She wanted to hide 
herself with her hands. I caressed her tummy working 
my hand down to her virgin girlhood. I slid my finger 
down along her slit and to her virgin love nest 
touching her tender clit, I made her squeal with shock 
as she jerked her body. I sucked and licked and kissed 
her breasts and neck bringing her to a powerful 
orgasm; Maryann's first male induced orgasm flowed 
onto my fingers.

Maryann lay beside me getting her composure back. She 
looked up at me as I leaned over her, my lips close to 
hers.

"Our secret."

"Our secret." 


 6.

The days I made love to the young girl I would always 
remind Maryann that she could not let anyone know of 
our love affair. The girl was a good actress. I 
explained to her the reason why, State Laws. She 
understood.

Maryann left at her usual time of 3:30 pm on Thursday 
when the UPS truck pulled in the driveway a short time 
later. I saw the truck turning in the driveway. I 
rushed to the front door just as the driver was about 
to knock on the door. He handed me the box which I 
signed for and stepped back in the house. I opened the 
box in the study; everything I'd ordered for Maryann 
was there. 

Later that evening I placed the box of slips, panties 
and bras on the kitchen table where she would see it 
in the morning.

The next day I finished my chores early and assured I 
was in my study when Maryann arrived. I was doing a 
mental count down when I heard a squeal of delight. I 
did another short count when she appeared in the door 
with the purple and white frosted lace slip. She held 
it up to herself. 

"Dave, I love you."

I logged off what I was doing and turned to face her 
holding my hands out to her. 

"Come," I said softly beckoning to her.

Maryann sat on my lap with the slip draped over her 
legs. She turned on my lap to passionately kiss me, 
whispering in my ear: "Let me go put it on."

Maryann disappeared upstairs with the box. Shortly she 
returned wearing the purple and white slip, the 
strappy high heel shoes. She stopped briefly at the 
bottom of the stairs. She had the most beautiful 
smile, the look of adoration, her long blonde hair 
flowing down her back. The slip was tight and form 
fitting showing off her figure in just the right way. 
Looking at the advertisement you couldn't tell it, but 
the slip was nearly sheer showing off the little 
matching panty. However, the one thing which almost 
spoiled the ensemble, the hair on her legs and under 
arms. But I figured I could over look that in the 
meantime. What stood at the foot of the stairs was 
nothing less than an angle. 

The form fitting lacy slip adorned a gorgeous young 
girl made my toes curl; breathing suddenly became a 
brief effort as I watched her. Something about the way 
the slip was pulled across her curves pulled at my 
desire in a deep, sensuous way. This kind of tease was 
excruciatingly wonderful.

The girl slowly approached me from across the room, 
every curve of her young body nicely outlined by the 
form fitting slip. I felt myself getting a hard on as 
I watched her approach me. She stopped half way across 
the room and slowly turned showing off the slip; I 
could just make out the outline of the little bikini 
panty. She stopped again at the sofa where I sat 
watching her. She could see the approval on my face, 
there was no way to hide the look of adoration I had 
for her at that moment.

However, one thing almost marred the scene; the hair 
on her legs and under arms. It was not as if it were a 
surprise to me, I knew about it but didn't have her 
shave the hair off yet. Now would be the time.

Maryann turned to sit on my lap, the hem of the slip 
riding up her legs. She was beautiful as I took 
pleasure in the sight of her matching panty and the 
gentle V formed between her legs. 

I picked the girl up in my arms carrying her up to my 
room. I laid her on the bed. She looked up at me with 
bedroom eyes that she knew what she was doing and what 
she wanted at that moment. It could have been said 
there was a bit of the devil in those angel eyes. I 
saw a bit of heaven in the girl laying before me her 
body begging me to take her and use her as I wanted. 
	
I sat on the edge of the bed to slide my hand over her 
sylvan legs. I noticed right away her legs were not 
shaved.

"Want to try something different?"

She smiled. "What's that?"

"I'll shave your legs and under arms."

She looked taken aback at the idea. "You?"

"Of course. I'll get everything. I'll be right back."

Maryann sat up as I left the room. I already had one 
helluva hard-on to deal with now, it was about to get 
worse as I shaved the girl's legs. I got the large 
salad bowl ran back upstairs to get the rest of the 
things I needed. I filled the bowl with hot water then 
went into the bed room. Maryann was lying on the bed 
patiently waiting for me. When watched me with 
curiosity as I set everything down.

She was already becoming aroused watching me carefully 
lay everything out. Then I placed towels under her 
legs then with a wash cloth. Pushing the hem of the 
slip up to her waist I spread and moistened her legs. 
Her beautiful matching purple panty was exposed to me 
for my pleasure. Using the shaving cream I first 
coated her left leg then carefully began shaving it; I 
shaved her leg near to her hips and pussy which 
throbbed with the expectant feel of my fingertips 
brushing against it. Especially her little purple clad 
pussy as I shaved her. Next was her right leg, same 
result. She was aroused letting me do that to her. 
Next I trimmed and did her underarms with the caution 
of a brain surgeon. 

I cleaned her legs and wiped her down with a dry towel 
then cleaned myself up. Last I lightly rubbed her legs 
down with a small amount of baby oil. By the time I 
finished with her, she was completely aroused and 
ready for me. I slid my hands along the smooth skin of 
her legs to her hips, caressing and enjoying the 
feeling of her body, the satin and lace bikini panty; 
the treasure of the girl's virginity it hide from me. 

Maryann sighed and parted her lips as I leaned toward 
her, allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth and 
explore, probing slowly, gently. My tongue touched 
hers and she instinctively sucked gently, drawing me 
back into her mouth. I bit gently on her lip, nibbling 
softly and pulling it between my teeth. Releasing her 
lip, I kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks and the 
lobes of her ears. My arm slipped around her 
shoulders, pulling her closer to me and she reached 
hers around my neck, surrendering to my caress. 
 
Holding Maryann close, I slid my free hand over her 
hip, higher, onto her waist along her back then chest 
until I could cup her breast in my palm, her nipple 
trapped against my fingers, hard and swollen with 
desire. Maryann moaned softly into my mouth as my hand 
tightened gently, squeezing the smooth curve of her 
breast. My fingers brushed her nipple through the thin 
nylon of her slip, making her tremble in my arms. 
Maryann wriggled against me, feeling her pussy 
moistening with the familiar tingle of our love making 
starting in her belly. Our mouths parted, both of us a 
little breathless. 

Laying her on her back I slowly, a kiss at a time 
moved my mouth lower, over the swell of her breasts. I 
pulled the bodice down exposing her breast. I moved 
onto the ruche skin at the base of her nipples sucking 
one then the other into my mouth. Maryann arched her 
neck and moaned softly as I flicked the tip of my 
tongue against the tender flesh, tasting the saltiness 
of her sweat. My hand slid lower, the tip of my 
forefinger snaking under the lace waist band to the 
soft wedge of hair, damp from the sweat and other 
juices that seeped slowly from Maryann's pussy. 
Maryann reached out to touch me, brushing her cool 
fingers over lump in my pants that was my erection. 
Gasping she felt the heat of my excitement through my 
pants. Gently, I pulled the flimsy material of 
Maryann's panty down, past her hips as she lifted her 
taut, rounded ass from the bed. She knew she was 
vulnerable to my male lust now. Now her downy covered 
pussy was bare and I could gently play my fingers over 
her sensitive mound, tracing the swollen puffy lips 
and teasing them apart. 
 
Maryann gasped as my fingertip brushed against her 
clit and I slid the length of my forefinger along the 
moist slit of her pussy. Maryann moaned into my mouth 
as I kissed her and pressed my finger gently into the 
opening of her throbbing pussy, feeling the hot 
moisture making my finger slick and slippery. 
 
The young girl whimpered a little in delight as I slid 
my middle finger into her pussy, slowly penetrating 
her and plumbing the bubbling depths of her virgin 
passage that only I now knew. Even though my finger 
was much slenderer than my cock, Maryann could feel it 
stretching her, filling her just enough to excite her; 
I touched her cherry girlhood feeling the gossamer 
thin membrane that had kept her virgin until that 
moment. Her nipples stood upright, like miniature 
towers on the shallow hillocks of her breasts, and her 
chest heaved as she gasped and panted lustfully. I 
slid my knee between her thighs to keep them spread 
wide and with a dexterous roll of my hips, swivelled 
myself on top of her.

Maryann moaned and sighed as I dry humped her for a 
minute. Our hips matched in rhyme as we kissed she 
wrapped her arms about my neck pulling me closer to 
her. Our tongues began a tango of love and lust, our 
hips matching thrust for thrust. I broke the embrace 
down her body and between her legs my lips touching 
then sucking on her clit. The girl squealed as I 
sucked, kissed, licked on her clit. I extended my 
tongue as far as I could penetrating her for the first 
time working my tongue around her opening as she 
thrust her hips against my face.

"Aaagh, Dave what are ...you doing to ...me! Aaaagh!"

I continued my assault on her virginity with my tongue 
until suddenly she cried bucking her hips gasping my 
hair gasping as she thrust her hips almost trying to 
buck me off her. Suddenly in a torrent her virgin 
juices surged on to my tongue, the sweetest, most 
beautiful taste from a virgin I'd ever tasted surged 
into my mouth.

Swallowing her juices I lifted myself up long enough 
to sit up in a front leaning rest position to loosen 
my pants. I pulled my briefs off my cock stood out 
straight at her virgin pussy. Maryann looked down 
between us, seeing the first male organ of her life as 
my engorged cock sprung out from its confines pointing 
straight at her. The look of fear was in her eye.
		
"That – that is going to be put in me?" 

Maryann's eyes were large, her breathing increased, 
she was almost hyperventilating as I lowered myself 
onto her. I know this was the last thing she was 
thinking would ever happen to her, that I would want 
to have sex with her. But she was so beautiful, I 
could not help myself, I had to fuck the girl.

"Dave, I – I have never done anything like this 
before. What do I do?"

"Relax honey, the pain is only for a second, the 
pleasure will be forever."

Maryann as I caressed her sides for a moment. 

"I'll teach you the beauty of making love. Relax, 
baby... it may hurt but for a few seconds."

"Be – be gentle, Dave..."

Gently, slowly, I guided the swollen head between the 
lips of her pussy, flesh on flesh I eased it into her. 
Maryann groaned deep within her throat as I pressed my 
cock into her savouring the feel of the young girl's 
tightness for the first time. My cock stretched her 
hot lubricious pussy over the tip. My cock slid a 
little way into her and I stopped, panting as though I 
had just finished a sprint, waiting for her body to 
become used to this intrusion.

I pushed deeper until I felt the resistance of her 
maidenhood; she cried as I pulled back. With a thrust 
I felt the delicate membrane that was keep her virgin 
until that moment. Knowing I was taking her virginity 
Maryann bucked once, violently beneath me and cried 
out in pain and triumph as she felt something inside 
her snapping, followed by a burning, deep inside her, 
I pressed the length of my cock to the very depths of 
her pussy. Exquisitely slowly, I eased my cock back 
and then slid forward, deep into her pussy. It seemed 
to burn for a few heartbeats but, with every tiny 
movement of my cock inside her, it became easier and, 
within the space of three deep breaths, I was sliding 
the length of my cock easily in and out of her hot, 
bleeding pussy.

Maryann's virgin pussy enveloped my hard thick cock 
like a glove; she was so nice and tight, virgin tight 
her pussy pulsed with my thick malehood lodged inside 
her.

I didn't move for a moment, giving Maryann a chance to 
get used to the feel of me inside her. Then, kissing 
her gently, I rocked my hips in and out, building a 
smooth rhythm and taking care to give this sweet, 
beautiful girl an orgasm she could never, ever forget.
 
Maryann's face tightened with pending release I 
finally abandoned all control, driving my cock in and 
out of her with all the force I could muster, making 
Maryann's every nerve ending crackle. Her pussy 
tightened around my cock until she cried with the 
rising passion of her first time.
 
"Ah! Ah!" she cried. "Dave -- Dave! What happening to 
me...?"
 
This time Maryann's entire body thrashed underneath 
mine and I could hold back no longer: jet after jet of 
my male juices erupted through my pistoning prick, and 
we moaned each other's names as passion washed over us 
like foamy storm waves at high tide. 
 
Gradually, our passion subsided and we kissed and 
caressed each other softly as our bodies, glistening 
now with sweat and each other's juices, disengaged, 
and we lay in one another's arms, gazing with love and 
adoration. Shifting her gaze toward me she said: "I'm 
yours, Dave. I'll always be yours. You know that."

"Yes," I answered turning to kiss her again. I lifted 
my mouth from hers, I said: "I've wanted to make love 
to you for the longest time. You're so lovely, 
Maryann. And I've wanted this for a long time..."

Truth was, she was so much like the Maryann I loss to 
cancer, it was scary to think about. I loved this girl 
just as I loved my wife of so many years.
 
"So have I," she said as we wrapped our arms about 
each other; we made love again that afternoon more 
slowly and passionately before finally falling asleep 
for the next two hours. 
 
But that was not the end of our affair. The girl what 
she wanted – me. Maryann soon found herself living in 
two different worlds. We had to confine our love 
making to Friday when she would dress up in the pretty 
clothes I'd buy her. She loved the feel of satin and 
silk and nylon against her skin. She enjoyed it even 
more when I would slowly undress her, pulling the 
little panty from her and eat her out, sometimes 
taking my time to lick and suck on her pussy until she 
came in my mouth then I'd move up on her and 
penetrated her and fuck her until she was too 
exhausted to do much else as we came in long ropes 
into each other.

"David... I love you... I love you." She cried as I 
came in her filling her with my cum.


 7.

Maryann's eighteenth birthday was something special 
for us. She had reached her majority and would be 
expected to marry soon. However, in honor of the event 
I gave her a complete ensemble of silk lingerie and 
two silk dresses to wear on our special days. 
Something else which added to the mix: I was being 
transferred to Virginia. The company I worked for, 
mostly from home decided I was needed at their 
Virginia office. When I told Maryann this she wept. 

"I will go with you," she sobbed.

"But..." that's where the discussion ended.

She left the house sobbing insisting she would go with 
me to Virginia. However, I did not think I'd see her 
again, and I was half expecting to see police cars 
converging on the farm to take me away to jail. That's 
about where I thought all this would lead.

I thought it would end with her staying with her 
family. In the days that followed I turned the farm 
over to Daniel and his wife and their two kids. Daniel 
was happy he was now getting the farm. However, little 
did I realize what Maryann had done: she was quitting 
the Amish community to go to Virginia with me. 

A day before the moving company trucks were to arrive, 
a sobbing girl trudged across the field to the farm.

I walked out past the barn to see Maryann walking 
toward me with a bag in hand. When she saw me she 
picked up her dress and ran toward me throwing the bag 
to the side as she literally threw herself in to my 
arms.

"I'm yours, Dave. No one else will have me but you." 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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