After Sherry left my cabin, I turned out the light and lay on my bed thinking about what happened in the last two days. When I became an apprentice to learn farming, I didn’t expect I would meet anyone like Sherry and was amazed how suddenly my life had changed. I wasn’t sure what Sherry meant that her mom was on her side.
Mary had told me that John fired other apprenticeships for being around Sherry. Despite what Sherry said, I wasn’t going to take any chances and hoped I could keep our relationship a secret from John. I didn’t want to get fired.
The next morning at breakfast, Mary served pancakes made from wheat grown on the farm, sausage made from last year’s pigs. We had maple syrup from their trees, homemade butter and honey from their beehives. The only thing not from the farm was the Fair Trade coffee they bought at the co-op.
John told me he had to go into town this morning for a meeting at the bank, but he should be home for lunch. He wanted me to move the portable chicken yard we had for their free-range chickens. Though the chickens were fenced in, they had a large area of grass to feed on. John gets them as chicks and within twelve weeks they’re ready to take to the Farmer’s Market.
While John and I were talking, Sherry came down, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and took her seat at the table. I noticed she was wearing the tight jeans she had on the other night and a bright orange tank top with a picture of Bob Marley on the front. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples through the thin material. She smiled at me and at her dad, “Hi guys,” she said, last night’s anger at her father seemed to be gone. “What’s on the agenda for today. I’m ready to begin working
“Good,” John said. “Sherry, I’m going into town and I need you to take the tractor up to the North Meadow and finish disking the turned over soil in the back of the corn. I want to get the barley planted there on Monday. You’ll have to go over it two or three times to break the hard clods down.”
I was surprised to hear that Sherry knew how to use the tractor and plow. I didn’t know how to do that.
“So you can use the tractor?” I asked.
“Yep,” she said, pouring maple syrup on her pancakes. “Dad taught me two years ago and I’m almost as good as he is. Right, Dad?”
“Sure is,” John said, proudly.
Then Sherry said something that really surprised me. “After you finish with the chicken yard, come on up to the North Meadow and I’ll teach you how to use the tractor.”
I gulped and looked over at John. I couldn’t believe she was being so defiant. He pushed his plate away but didn’t say anything at first. He cleared his throat, “That’s not a good idea,” he said.
“Yes it is,” she responded. She took a sip of her coffee and put her cup down.
“Daddy, it would be good for Pete to learn how to use the tractor. It would be a big help if he learned.”
“He’s got too much to do with the chickens,” John said. “And he has to plant a few more rows of carrots.”
“Don’t be so stubborn,” Sherry said. “It won’t take that long. I can show him how to drive the tractor and plow in an hour and then he can come back down and plant the carrots.” She looked at me and then back at her father. “Daddy, the more of us who know how to use the tractor, the better it is. I’m just being practical. You know I’m right.”
I was impressed with how serious and business like she was. “Well, okay, but only an hour,” John said, then got up from his seat. He picked up his empty plate and took it into the kitchen. Mary walked John to the door and kissed him on the cheek. “Good luck at the bank,” she said.
When John left, Sherry asked, “Mom, why is Dad going to the bank on Saturday? Aren’t they closed?
“He’s having a special meeting with the manager. He’s trying to get a loan to buy some equipment we need,” she said. “Anyway, they started staying open on Saturday mornings.”
“That must be hard,” Sherry said. “I know how much he hates banks and borrowing money.”
“He’s pretty certain we will be able to pay it off by next summer.”
Sherry turned to me, “My dad always says you lose your freedom when you have a debt. We’re lucky I got a full scholarship to Brown, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to go.”
“I had to get loans to go to COA and now I owe $30,000 and I have lots of friends who are even more in debt and they can’t get jobs that pay anything. Now they can’t pay their loans back. I have friends who majored in philosophy and zoology and ecology and anthropology and were top students and now they’re working as waiters and carpenters or doing landscaping. One of my best friends is driving a cab in Boston,” I said.
“That’s why I’m glad we have this farm,” Sherry said. “I love studying philosophy and I’m learning so much, but none of what I’m learning will get me a job. There’s not much of a market for philosophers,” Sherry laughed. “You’re smart to want to have a homestead, get out of the system and be as self-sufficient as possible, but you have that $30,000 hanging over your head.”
“I know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “We’ll see what happens. Right now, we better get to work”
When Sherry got up to take her plate to the kitchen, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her body. She looked so damn sexy in those jeans and that tight orange tank top. Her hair was still braided in two pigtails. She went to the coat rack and got a baseball cap which she put on backwards. We stood together for a moment on the porch.
“I loved being with you last night,” she said. “That was a lot more than fucking,” she added, softly, making sure her mother couldn’t hear.
“I loved it too,” I said. “You amaze me, Sherry. It’s like there’s many Sherry’s in one body.”
“There are, thanks, now let’s get some work done,” she said, looking into my eyes, smiling, then jumped off the porch and dashed over to the tractor, climbed up and got it going. She looked so comfortable up on the tractor seat and I suddenly got an image of her as a tomboy when she was younger.
As she turned into the road to go up to the North Meadow, I shouted, “Drive carefully!” and chuckled when she turned around and gave me the finger.
It took me less than an hour to move the chicken yard twenty-five feet so that they would have fresh grass. I changed their water, filled up the feed containers and then walked up the hill to the North Meadow, noticing the tire tracks in the road. As I approached the top of the hill, I stopped for a minute to look out across the farm.
I could see the pasture in back of the barn. The cow was at one end and the sheep huddled together in the other end. The large pasture was divided into three fenced-in areas so that they could be rotated once the grass got too low in one.
I saw Sherry on the tractor at the far end of the meadow. I could see where John had planted the corn and the shiny pie plates and poles with hats and shirts on them that were supposed to scare away the crows and the deer. While I walked towards Sherry, I saw how the tractor was rocking from side to side as it rode over the bumpy clods of the first plowing. Sherry was breaking them down with the disk, concentrating on what she was doing and didn’t see me until I got closer.
I watched as she drove the tractor, her eyes staring straight ahead and then turning back to see the hard clods breaking up. When she got to the edge of the field, she waved me over.
When I got to the tractor, she was sitting on the seat, looking down at me. She had work gloves on and the baseball cap turned to the front to keep the sun out of her eyes. There were smudges of dirt on her face.
“Okay, buddy, ready to learn?”
“Sure,” I said. “You sure look like you know what you’re doing.”
“It won’t take long to learn and then it’s just practice,” she said. “But we’ve got to get going so that this whole field is ready to plant on Monday.”
She pointed to the field of clods that stretched about fifty yards. “It’s rough going over these clods ‘cause they’re still hard from the winter, but the disk will break them up with a few swipes over them.”
Sherry showed me how the gears worked and how to raise and lower the disk. She climbed down and said, “Get going.” She looked up at me as I took my place on the tractor. She had her hands on her hips and l could see down her tank top, one thin strap slipping from her shoulder.
“Get your eyes off my tits and get to work,” she shouted up at me.
“Yes, boss,” I saluted and got the tractor moving over the rough land.
She walked alongside the tractor. “Great. You’re doing great, Pete,” she shouted over the sound of the engine.
After an hour of disking, going over the same area a few times, she yelled up to me, “Let’s take a break.”
“That was fun,” I said, when I got down and looked over the area I had worked. “Thanks for teaching me.”
“Well, I wanted you to learn, but I also wanted to get you up here with me.” She smiled and then moved closer, looking me in the eyes, the tractor in back of me.
“Why did you want me up here with you?” I asked, looking her at her devious smiling, our bodies getting closer.
“You know why,” Sherry said, standing with her tits almost touching my chest, moving her face closer to mine, our mouths on the verge of kissing. I could feel the warmth of her body as I looked down at her tits, her nipples grazing my chest, our lips moving closer, our hands at our sides, straining not to touch, our breathing getting heavier, our hungry eyes looking deep into each other’s eyes. My bulging cock was straining in my jeans moving closer to her jean covered pussy, both of us straining not to touch, our lips straining not to kiss.
“I’m so horny,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, moving closer, our bodies still not touching.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed her ass and pulled her against my hard cock and started grinding.
“Oh,” she gasped as she rubbed her pussy harder against my swollen cock, our mouths open, still straining not to kiss, teasing each other’s lips, our pelvises grinding into each other. Suddenly, the tips of our tongues reached out and touched, teasing and tantalizing each other’s tongues, enjoying the wetness and the slow intense grinding of our bodies, my hands gripping her ass tighter.
Sherry then leaned back, spreading her legs more so that my cock pushed harder against the crotch of her tight jeans, her pussy moving up and down the length of my hard cock, moaning as she thrust her crotch harder into me, my hands gripping her tight round ass, pulling her into me, loving the soft denim of her tight jeans as I squeezed her ass.
“This is so hot,” she said, her eyes burning into mine, grinding harder and harder against my cock until we started humping each other with more passion. Suddenly, I leaned forward, forcing her to arch her body. I pulled her tank top down below her tits so they were completely exposed and took one tit in my mouth, sucking her hard nipples, while our grinding and humping each other’s crotches got faster and more frenzied.
“That’s it, Pete, suck my tits. I love it,” she gasped. “Harder! Come on suck me harder.”
“I love your tits,” I gasped, letting go for a second then continued sucking harder, licking, biting and twisting her nipple, our bodies slamming harder against each other.
We were in the field, next to the tractor, dry fucking with such intensity it was a miracle we didn’t fall to the ground.
I was sucking her tits, holding her ass, her back arched, pounding her pussy through her jeans. “Harder! Harder!” she screamed, frantically humping my cock, both of us insane with lust. “That’s it. Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.”
Sherry was like a wild animal as she rode my hard cock, pounding her wet pussy against it with all of her strength. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she screamed louder. “Fuck me!”
Sucking her tit, I pulled her even harder against my cock and could feel my body tightening, trembling, cum starting to boil and rise. I pulled her tit from my mouth, “I’m cumming, too,” I shouted too, humping her harder.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! O,h fuck! I’m cumming” she shouted, her voice getting louder, shriller. “Oh my god, I’m cumming. Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh my god,” she screamed, rocking harder and harder against my swollen cock. “Ohhhh god, I’m cumming,” she yelled, leaning back even more as we fucked through our jeans.
I was pounding her as hard as I could, grunting, our bodies humping with an intensity I’ve never felt before, slamming harder, my cock swelling, on the verge of exploding, using her body.
Sherry’s body stiffened, “Ohmygod, I’m cumming! I’m there, Ohhhh fucckkkkk!” she screamed, her body shaking as a violent orgasm raged through her body. I felt her body convulsing as she exploded then go limp in my arms, her crotch still tight against my cock as I kept fucking her through her jeans.
“Cum for me, Pete,” she yelled, sensing I was almost there. “Cum for me, use my body. Come on, baby.”
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” I shouted, my hot sperm rising. “Oh, I’m cumming! ” I screamed and then the words, “I love you. I love you,” burst from my mouth just as my sperm exploded into my jeans. We were still rubbing against each other, slowing down, not wanting to let go of each other, the sensation of our orgasms sending shivering spasms through our bodies.
Finally, I pulled her up and we just stood there looking at each other. She put her arms around me and we kissed intensely for a moment and then more tenderly.
“That was pretty wild there, fellah,” she said, smiling. “I’d say that was some pretty good plowing.”
Just then we heard the bell ringing for lunch. Still panting, Sherry jumped up on the tractor and smiled down at me. “It’s Saturday so it’s half a day and we have tomorrow off,” Sherry said.
“Right,” I responded.
“Do you have any plans this afternoon?” she asked.
“None.”
“Great. How would you like to be in my movie later?”
“Sure, why not?” I answered, wondering what she had in mind. “What’s your movie about?”
“You’ll find out,” she said, grinning. “Tell you what. At three this afternoon, drive down Rt. 177 and make a left at the big intersection. “You’ll see a girl on the road hitchhiking. That’s all you need to know.”
Sherry turned the ignition on the tractor and started driving away, “See you at lunch, lover.”
