John Reynolds had worked on his family’s arable farm for the past twenty years. Now thirty-seven-years old, farming ran through his veins thicker than his blood and he’d readily admit that he’d never change where he worked.
The farm was in East Anglia, England, and covered over two-thousand acres. It had been in his family for decades and his wife and children helped out during the busiest time of the year, bringing in the crops.
He’d married Jessica — he called her Jessie — just over sixteen years ago and she really was the woman of his dreams. With only the occasional argument about the pettiest of things, their marriage had grown stronger over the years and they remained very much in love.
They had made mistakes when they were younger. Like when they made love for the first time and thought it would be fine without a condom. They quickly discovered that Jessie was pregnant. But, mistake or not, it was one of the best things that happened to them.
They had three children, each of them loved and adored. The eldest, Andrew was nineteen and the result of that first love-making when they were only seventeen. He was followed three years later by twins Olivia and Grace.
But, let’s begin this story back when John had just turned seventeen and Jessie, three months younger, was still sixteen…
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It was late summer and John didn’t have a date for the Young Farmer’s Harvest Ball. It was an annual problem because John was basically shy and definitely short of confidence when it came to approaching girls. But this was about to change.
Despite being without a date, John always attended the Ball, mingling and chatting with friends. This particular year, he was taking a few moments to look around when he noticed a girl on her own. Not just any girl; John thought she must be the most beautiful girl at the dance. He knew that he had to approach her before anyone else had the chance and he finally plucked up the courage to walk over and introduce himself.
“Hello, my name’s John,” he said with a slight nervous stutter.
She stared into his eyes. “Well, hello John.” She smiled, such a pretty smile, too. “I’m Jessica — or Jessie if you prefer.”
“That’s a beautiful name. I don’t believe I’ve seen you in this neck of woods before.”
“No, that’s true. I’ve only recently moved here. I noticed a poster for this ball so I decided to come and check it out, see if I might make a few friends.”
“Well, I’m definitely pleased that you came,” John said, getting bolder by the minute. “I think you’re the prettiest girl here, Jessie.” He produced a smile that would light up any room.
Jessie’s cheeks turned rosy red. “I’m not sure about that but thank you for the compliment,” she said. “Anyway, I’m also definitely pleased I came. You seem sweet and you’re certainly a handsome lad.”
It was John’s turn to blush but he was happy that Jessie called him handsome. His confidence grew as they chatted and soon, looking into beautiful blue eyes, he asked if she’d like to dance. She accepted and he led her to the dance floor.
They danced gracefully in perfect harmony. Their eyes lovingly locked, they got lost in the moment and moved in for a kiss. In the split second their lips touched, their souls became one. As quickly as it had happened, they both felt something build from deep within.
When that dance finished, they found a table, John bought a couple of Cokes, and they continued to chat. But it was different now: they were falling for each other. Love at first sight.
When he gazed into Jessie’s eyes, he felt confident, like something had been set free. It must be the kiss, he thought, but said, “Jessie, you’ve got beautiful eyes and a smile to match.”
“Thank you, John.” Her smile grew bigger.
He knew he couldn’t let this opportunity slip through his grasp. “Would you like to go on a date sometime?” he asked with only a slight stammer.
Without hesitation, she replied, “Yes, I’d love that.” Jessica wore the biggest of grins. Truth was that she’d never been asked on a date before and she couldn’t wait to go out with this handsome young lad. “You’d better have my phone number.”
When the Ball drew to a close, John escorted Jessie home. They walked hand in hand, and John didn’t care they were going in the opposite direction to the farm. He only cared about getting Jessie safely home. At her door, John gave her a chaste goodnight kiss on the cheek, watched her go in, then headed for the farm.
In bed, he reflected on the best night of his life. He couldn’t believe his luck about that first kiss, or that such a beautiful girl had accepted to go on a date.
Apart from the occasional phone call, they hardly had any contact during the next few days. Back in 1998, it was common to go several days without contact as many people didn’t have a mobile phone or access to the internet.
John was also extremely busy on the farm as they gathered in the harvest. But, as he drove trailer loads of grain, he often thought about Jessie and their proposed date. He planned to take her to the cinema to watch that summer’s blockbuster.
Eventually, they managed to arrange a day and time and John persuaded his dad to let him finish work early. He had a shower, used a dab or two of his father’s cologne, then put on a favourite checked shirt and jeans. He’d recently passed his driving test and, picking up the car keys and his tweed cap, he drove around to Jessie’s house.
Her father answered his knock on the door. John was nervous meeting him for the first time but he managed to sound confident and polite. “Hi, sir, I’ve come to pick up Jessie.”
“Come on in, she shouldn’t be long,” he said, standing to one side. “Jessica has mentioned you quite often these past few days.”
“Thank you, sir. I hope that Jessie’s mentions were all positive.”
That seemed to impress her father and he said, “I’m not a sir, just call me Mr Smith.”
Before John could reply, he saw Jessie descending the stairs and he gaped. Finding his voice, he said, “You look beautiful, Jessie.”
“Thank you, John. You look handsome yourself.”
“Make sure you get Jessica home by midnight,” her father said.
“I will, Mr Smith,” said John, leading Jessie towards his car and opening the passenger door for her.
It took about thirty minutes to drive into town and Jessie pressed John for an idea about the movie they would be watching. But he shook his head. “It’s a surprise.”
“Oh, come on John, tell me.”
“No way. My lips are sealed.”
“Hope we’re not watching anything scary. I hate that type of thing.”
“Don’t worry, Jessie, it’s nothing like that.”
At the multiplex cinema, John parked the car and they walked to the kiosk. John was suddenly a little nervous, hoping seats were still available. “Two adult tickets for ‘There’s something about Mary’, please.”
They were in luck.
“Wow, John, I can’t believe you’ve picked a movie that I’ve wanted to see for some time.”
“I’m pleased you like the choice. Would you like some popcorn?”
“Yes, I’d love some.” She smiled and he bought a large tub to share.
Inside, John noticed only a few other customers and he led Jessie to the back, aiming for privacy and hoping for a kiss at some point.
The moment the movie started, their attention was on the screen. In the opening scene, the male lead was set to go to the college ball with his dream girl. But this came to an abrupt end when he trapped his scrotum in his flies. They laughed along with the other audience members who were frequently in fits of hysterics.
As the movie went on, John put his arm around Jessie and she rested her head against his shoulder. She felt safe and anything else around them didn’t really matter. John couldn’t help basking in the elegance and beauty of his date.
He was in love and it wasn’t long before she became aware of his obvious staring and gave him a seductive smile. John hesitated, but Jessie took the initiative and they kissed passionately, tongues dancing in each other’s mouth. They kissed for several minutes, wanting it to last forever, but eventually they had to break off and all too soon the film was finished. Time to go.
As they left the cinema, Jessie said, “I thoroughly enjoyed the film. Thank you, John.”
Without a moment’s thought, John blurted, “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”
“I’d love that, John,” she said without hesitating. “You’re definitely the nicest guy I’ve ever met and you’re always the perfect gentleman.”
John leaned in and kissed her once more. This time, the kiss was different — fireworks brightened up the night sky.
When they got back to the car, it was eleven-thirty. It would be touch and go whether they’d beat Jessie’s curfew. John didn’t want to be late and risk upsetting Mr Smith. Especially not on the first date!
As they chatted on the drive back, Jessie said, “Hey, John, can I tell you a little secret?”
“You can tell me anything you want.”
Jessie took a deep breath. “It’s a bit difficult to say, John.” She paused momentarily before quickly whispering, “I’m a still a virgin, you know.”
John didn’t hear what she’d whispered. “Sorry, I never quite caught that, Jessie,” he said.
“I’m still a virgin, John,” she repeated loudly. “And, truthfully, I’m a little scared about the idea of having sex for the first time.”
John was surprised that Jessie had brought up the subject of virginity and sex. After all, she was only sixteen. Added to that, he’d yet to have sex.
“Don’t worry, Jessie, we’ll wait until you’re ready.” John took a deep breath. “It doesn’t bother me how long it takes. I’ll wait. Fact is… er, telling you the truth, Jessie… I’m a virgin, too.”
Jessie’s expression suggested surprise but she also seemed relieved that she wouldn’t be pressurised into having sex. “Thank you for being so understanding, John,” she said, grinning.
“Don’t worry, I won’t press you into having sex. But, if we get carried away and one thing leads to another, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to back off immediately.”
Jessie chuckled knowing that it could be tough for them both not to give in to their instincts. She even thought about teasing poor John occasionally to gauge his reaction and maybe see if he would cave in to temptation.
It had turned midnight and Mr Smith was outside waiting when they turned into the drive. John wound down his window. “Sorry, Mr Smith.”
“Don’t worry,” her father said. “You’ve got her home safely and you’re only a few minutes late.”
John was relieved that Mr Smith wasn’t angry and he said, “Goodnight, Jessie,” adding a kiss on her cheek before she got out of the car and waved goodbye.
~~~~
That harvest had been gathered and placed in the grain-store ready to be sold that winter. The majority of the fields had been ploughed and planted with winter crops and the rest would be planted from February.
Over the months, their romance flourished. There was no mistaking the love they shared but John kept his word about not pressurising Jessie into having sex. He found it difficult at times, especially when the kissing was heated and so passionate that his cock pulsated. But John would back off.
Jessie obviously noticed his struggles and, on several occasions, she might have gone all the way but for his control. She was rather envious of John in the way he controlled himself but she also loved to tease him. She enjoyed catching him off guard sometimes by not wearing a bra. She would even go to the bathroom, remove her panties and, when she returned, deliberately bend over to give John a glimpse of her pussy.
She loved his reaction, the embarrassment at viewing her exposed sex. He’d shift in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection, but her gaze would fix on the bulge in his trousers. She’d bite her lip thinking about him dropping his trousers and sliding his thick member into her pussy. She got damp from her naughty thoughts and desperately wanted him to fuck her. But, next minute, she nervously questioned herself.
There were times when they kissed passionately and John’s wandering hands explored her body. He found his way up her skirt and rubbed her pussy over her panties. She mentally begged him to push her panties to one side and poke a finger through the delicate folds of her slit, but he didn’t take it any further.
He’d feel under her blouse, cupping and groping her bra-protected breasts. So, one day, Jessie went braless and when his hand touched her bare breast, she moaned. He kissed her neck, cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples, and she pressed back, grinding into his lap. Then something happened: her skin flushed, she groaned loudly — and came in her panties. Jessie was a little embarrassed but she couldn’t explain to John what had happened. But she enjoyed playing her games. She even went commando to test John’s reaction when he touched her bare pussy instead of panties.
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Jessie had a college assignment and decided to study at John’s. After a time, she needed a drink and took a break. She went over and sat in John’s lap, looking lovingly into his eyes. In seconds, they were kissing passionately and John gradually moved his hands over her slender body.
He cupped and groped her breasts through her blouse with one hand and placed the other on a thigh, moving it slowly up her silky skin. Jessie knew it wouldn’t take long until he got a surprise — and a surprise he surely got when his hand brushed against her naked pussy.
He nearly leaped out of his skin. He flushed bright red but tried to keep composed. Jessie smiled cheekily when she realised his unease but offered a seductive wink, encouraging him to carry on.
A gentle moan escaped her mouth when she felt his fingers spreading the delicate folds of flesh. He rubbed her pussy — then they heard a knock on the door. They quickly stopped as the doorknob turned and then John’s mum stuck her head around the door.
Jessie whispered into John’s ear, “I’d have let you fuck me if we hadn’t been disturbed.”
“Would you now?”
They heard a cough. “What are you two whispering about?”
“Nothing mum,” lied John.
“Hope I haven’t disturbed anything,” she said, noticing Jessie’s untidy skirt.
“Don’t worry mum, you didn’t disturb us. Jessie’s taking a few minutes break from her studies.”
Jessie was impressed that John was willing to lie to his mother.
“Well, I won’t keep you both. Dinner should be ready in an hour,” she said, closing the door.
When they were called for dinner, John’s dad and his brother, Alan were already at the table. His mum brought in a shepherd’s pie and, as she dished up everyone’s plate, she said, “Tony, I think you need to have a word with your son when you get the chance.”
“Which one, woman, you know we have two,” John’s dad said, spitting out some food as he spoke.
“That one over there.” She nodded at John. “I caught him and his girlfriend in a compromising position earlier.”
“Mum, not now,” John said, ”you’re embarrassing us.”
“Alright Kathy, I’ll have a word after John’s taken Jessica home.”
That closed the subject and everyone concentrated on their food. When they’d finished eating, John got the car keys and they set off. As he drove, John asked, “What you said earlier — that we would’ve had sex if mum hadn’t disturbed us — was it true?”
“Yes, I think so. Anyway, I hope we get another opportunity,” Jessie said, smiling and putting a hand on John’s thigh.
“Same here, Jessie. You definitely caught me off guard with that no knickers stunt.”
“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” She chuckled. “And it felt rather good, the way you touched me down there.”
“It felt nice.”
“Good.” She stared at his profile as he concentrated on driving. “ So, fair’s fair, can I find out what your penis feels like? Right now, I mean.”
John was surprised but somehow managed to appear calm. “Sure, if that’s what you want,” he said. “But I’ll need to find a place to pull over.”
At a quiet spot further down the road, John parked and Jessie slipped a hand inside his trousers. His dick didn’t feel like she’d imagined. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, it felt soft. But it twitched at her touch and began to harden. Ah, she thought and stroked up and down the growing length. John moaned and his thighs tensed. Her hand felt so good. Without warning, he shot his load inside his boxers. It surprised Jessie and John was embarrassed that he’d lost all control.
Jessie withdrew her hand and saw some of his sticky spunk on her fingers. She looked wide-eyed at the white stuff and John was about to offer her a handkerchief when she shocked him by slipping her fingers into her mouth. It tasted slightly salty but she swallowed the lot. “Nice,” she muttered.
They sat in silence, deep in thought, for the last part of the journey.
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A few weeks later, John was ploughing the fields ready for planting. His parents knew that Jessie might be coming over and they would point her in the right direction to meet him. Around three in the afternoon, John stopped to admire the view, the fields spreading for miles around and not a single cloud in the sky. He loved the farm, the countryside. Even an occasional wild animal would appear. The red fox that hunted its prey on the field margins or the deer that ran away when disturbed. A hare that tried to conceal itself on the ground but, eventually, had to move. In the sky, a buzzard, calling every now and again.
John saw a silhouette in the gateway on the far side of the field. It might be Jessie, he thought. He drove over and Jessie hopped up into the cab of the tractor. She had a picnic basket and placed it behind the seat.
“I’ve got about another hour of ploughing in this field and then I’ll pack up for the day,” he said.
“I’m going to enjoy watching you work,” she said. “It’s so tranquil out here in the fields.”
“Certainly is, so much better than working in an office.”
After half-an-hour, he stopped on the headland. “Would you like to have a go ploughing, Jessie?”
She hesitated, but eventually said, “I’d love to John. But I don’t think I’ll do as good a job as you.”
After John assured Jessie that she would be fine, he showed her what the buttons and levers did — and how to get the tractor moving. They switched place and, at first, Jessie released the clutch too quickly and the tractor bounced. After a while, she mastered it and John was impressed. She did exceptionally well for a beginner.
John took over to finish the ploughing and decided to take Jessie to a favourite place. As he drove to the far side of the farm, he knew they wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone. Getting off the tractor, he led Jessie to a spot overlooking the valley.
Jessica unloaded the picnic basket and they sat on the blanket as she said, “This is a beautiful place.”
“I think there’s something more beautiful here,” he said.
Jessie acted dumb. “What’s that? What do you mean?”
They grinned and looked lovingly at each other before kissing passionately. The kiss seemed to last forever before Jessie whispered, “It’s so peaceful and beautiful here, John. Why don’t we make love?”
John gulped. “Are you sure, Jessie? Are you ready?”
“I’m sure, John. I want you to be my first.”
“If we do it, Jessie, there’s no changing back. You’ll no longer be a virgin.”
“I know,” she said. “But this is what I want… I want you inside me.”
John knew she wouldn’t change her mind and, in all honesty, he felt honoured to be Jessie’s first lover.
They kissed with a renewed vigour and John unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it from her shoulders. He pulled away briefly to look at Jessie in her bra as she lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the perfect six-pack she’d lusted over whenever she saw him working topless. She planted soft kisses on his bare chest before they locked lips again.
John kissed her neck and a moan escaped her lips when he reached around and found the clasp on her bra. He fumbled but eventually managed to unclasp it and her bra fell away. Although he’d previously felt and fondled them, it was the first time he’d seen her pert breasts.
He cupped them again, loving the firmness, and Jessie sighed at each pinch and squeeze of her nipples. Then she felt a hand sliding down her stomach and instinctively parted her legs, allowing access to her womanhood.
Fingers brushed against her panties, eased them to one side, and she gasped when she felt him fingering her soft, delicate and moist pussy lips. John kissed her passionately, slipping a finger into her wet, slippery love canal. He was gentle, probing, and twisting, and his cock twitched when she groaned in his ear.
He slowly eased Jessie down onto her back and kissed her stomach while keeping his finger moving up and down her channel. He knew she needed to be relaxed and aroused before he attempted to penetrate her. Already she was rather moist but he wanted her wetter if possible.
John hooked the waistbands of her skirt and panties and removed them in one swift move. Now Jessie lay naked in front of him for the first and John took in the beauty of a woman’s form.
He gradually kissed up her inner thighs, one after the other, but stopped short of her pussy. Jessie rocked her hips, thrusting up at him, and John reacted, kissing the outer lips of her pussy and flicking his tongue along the slit. A shockwave sizzled through Jessie’s body and she moaned loudly as John lapped inside her.
His tongue massaged the inner reaches of her pussy and she felt something building deep inside. With his open mouth covering her mound, John gently sucked and pleasure rippled throughout her body, releasing juices which he tried his best to swallow.
“Fuck me, John I need you now,” she groaned loudly.
It was all John needed to hear; she must be ready. He rapidly removed his trousers and boxers and Jessie’s eyes opened wide as she looked up at him standing between her legs. His cock was big and she wanted to feel it inside, wanted John to make love to her.
“Oh, no.”
“What is it, John? What’s wrong?”
“We don’t have a condom. Damn.”
Jessie sighed with relief. She’d feared that John had spotted something wrong with her. Now she said, “Don’t worry, John we’ll be fine. No one gets pregnant the first time.”
“Are you sure about this Jessie? We could wait till I’ve got a condom.”
“No, I don’t want to wait. I want you now. Quick, before I have a change of heart.”
That said, John sank to his knees and grasped her waist, pulling her closer. Holding his erection in one hand, he rubbed the head along her slit, coating it with her juices.
“Try to relax,” he whispered, his cock poised at her entrance. “It might hurt a bit when I push in. But, don’t worry, I’ll go slowly. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
Biting on her bottom lip, she nodded and he pressed forward. He felt resistance and drew back. He kissed her brow, the tip of her nose, and smiled, hoping to help her stay calm and relaxed.
He tried again, edged his dome between her outer lips — then popped through, just a couple of inches. He worked slowly in and out and saw tears in the corners of Jessie’s eyes. Was it pain? Or perhaps the reality of losing her virginity?
“It’s alright, Jessie. Try to relax, enjoy it. I love you,” he whispered, stroking her hair.
Jessie nodded, feeling more of his cock filling her.
“Sorry, it may hurt when I break your hymen.”
“Do it,” she whispered, a tentative smile raising the corners of her mouth.
John again felt resistance and stopped when he sensed Jessie’s discomfort. He tried several times but decided he needed a different approach. Trying to be gentle and slow wasn’t working. With one firm thrust, he buried his cock and Jessie yelped, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“Sorry,” he said, but kept his throbbing cock inside, waiting for Jessie to relax her vaginal muscles. She was tense beneath him and he lovingly kissed her, hoping she would relax. It worked, she kissed him passionately, and he moved his hips, gently fucking her.
In a short time, Jessie felt the pain easing and it was replaced by a new sensation, the feeling of a cock moving up and down inside her. She moaned softly at the growing pleasure and, as John responded by picking up the pace, Jessie lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.
The pain had gone, replaced by astonishing sexual pleasure. Occasionally, the head of John’s cock hit her cervix and she knew he was in deep. The sensations were not only new but magical. She’d never felt anything like it and suddenly she released a very loud groan.
“Are you okay?” John whispered.
“Oh, yes, John, I’m fine,” she gasped, hot breath on his face. “But can you fuck me harder? Really hard, please.”
John was happy to oblige. Losing his own virginity was proving to be a greater pleasure than he’d imagined. He fucked harder, long powerful strokes driving into Jessie’s depths. His hard cock was like a piston in her wet, sloppy cunt. Slushy sounds came from within as he pounded her hard and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him in deeper.
Her body seemed to have a life of its own when she bucked and spasmed under him. She dug fingers deep into his back and cried out, “Oh, my God, I’m cuming.”
John was already close when Jessie’s orgasm took over her body. As she thrashed in rapture below him, he clenched his buttocks and with a grunt released his seed. Her vaginal muscles clamped his throbbing shaft and milked every drop before he slumped on top of Jessie then rolled off to the side. He held her in his arms and ran his fingers through her matted hair.
Kissing her neck, he whispered, “I love you, Jessie.”
“I love you, too,” she sighed and kissed his lips.
In their loving embrace, sated by their lovemaking, they slumbered until John woke and realised that it was getting late. He roused Jessie and they quickly dressed before heading back to the farm.
On the drive, John said, “I promise you, Jessie that I will be there for you any time you need me.”
Jessie beamed. “Thank you, John. I feel that I can always depend on you.”
~~~~
A couple of months later, John heard what sounded like frantic knocking at the door and he opened it to see a clearly agitated, red-eyed Jessie. He grabbed her hand and led her into the living room.
Sitting on the sofa, she told John that she was late with her period and feared that she might be pregnant.
He was shocked but recalled the promise he’d made a few weeks back. “Have you taken a pregnancy test?”
“Not yet.” She shook her head. “I want you to be there. I got a kit from the chemist on my way here.”
“Okay. So take the test, Jessie. Let’s find out whether you’re pregnant or not.”
Jessie went to the bathroom. When she came back, she handed him the result. “I’m pregnant, John,” she said. “So much for it not happening the first time.”
Questions raced through John’s mind. Was he ready to be a father? Were they both ready to be parents? Did he have the means to support a child?
“Don’t worry, Jessie,” he said, grasping her hand, “I love you and I’ll always stand by you.”
Jessie was teary-eyed but happy that John would be by her side. Then she said, “How do you think our parents will react?”
John thought about that. Would they be angry? Would they disown them? Or would they support them? “There’s only one way we’ll find out,” he said. “We’ve got to tell them the news.”
Jessie’s parents were angry and threatened to kick her out before John stepped in and told them he would always be there for their daughter. He knew it would life-changing and he’d need to grow up overnight to be a father.
~~~~
Jessie gave birth to a boy. John not only stayed true to his word of sticking by Jessie but surprised her by going down on one knee and asking her to marry him. She tearfully and gladly accepted — but it was a couple of years before they wed. Nine months after that came their twin daughters.
Twenty years later, farmer John was as much in love with Jessie as when they first met. The work had finished for summer, the fields planted for harvesting again next year, and the kids had left for college. The house seemed rather quiet.
As they watched television, Jessie said, “Hey, John, how would you feel about another baby?”
John blinked at the out-of-the-blue question, thought for a few moments, and smiled at his wife. Getting to his feet, he lifted Jessie off the sofa and carried her to the bedroom.
