A few weeks later, there was a quilting festival in town, and Hannah spent the weekend at a neighboring farm, quilting with her friends. She spent Saturday night there, and while I saw her at church on Sunday morning, she went back to the other farm after services were over.
The plan was to have lunch and then go to town for the festival, where we would meet up with Hannah and bring her home with us. That meant I had a few hours to kill before lunch, and I knew what I wanted to do.
I told Mrs. Hupp I was heading down to the stream in the woods, and I would be back before lunchtime. It was very hot – perfect for what I had in mind.
At the stream, the cool water looked inviting, and I took a last look around to make sure I was alone. Then I quickly took my clothes off, folding them neatly in a pile so they wouldn’t get dirty, then headed for the water.
I had never skinny-dipped before, but it felt great, and the cool water was the perfect antidote for the heat of the day. I swam around the small pool created by the bend in the stream, and dove down to the bottom and retrieved small stones, piling them up on the shore. I was just thinking it was time to get out and get dressed, when I heard a soft giggle come from the direction of my clothes.
Turning quickly, I saw Hannah sitting on the bank beside my clothes, wearing a huge grin.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping the water at neck level.
“We finished early, so I came home. I was wondering what you were doing up here all alone. And now I know.”
“I thought you weren’t coming home.”
“Obviously.” She giggled again and picked up my underwear, twirling them on her finger.
“Hey, put those down.”
“It’s almost time for lunch. Mother will be ringing the bell soon.”
“Go on home. I’ll be right behind you.”
“No, I think I’ll wait here.”
“Hannah, that’s not fair.”
She grinned. “So?”
“At least throw my underwear into the water.”
“Mother would certainly notice if your underwear were wet.”
The bell rang in the distance.
“Come on, Hannah.”
“Your clothes are right here. I’m not stopping you.”
“I’ll do it. You don’t think I will, but you’re wrong.”
She giggled again. “You’re going to be late for lunch. Mother’s not going to be happy.”
I walked towards the shore, stopping when the water was at my waist. But I forgot that she wasn’t even used to seeing this much of a guy. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at me.
“I’m coming out,” I said, hoping she’d take it as a warning, but she just continued to stare.
I took a deep breath, and then walked up onto the bank, heading right for my clothes. Her eyes got wider, and her grin disappeared as she took in my nudity. Her gaze focused on my crotch, where my dick was soft and shrunken from the cold water.
I grabbed my underwear off her finger and quickly pulled them on. She sat in silence as I finished dressing.
“Happy?” I said.
A slight smile returned. “That was interesting.”
“Let’s go,” I said, and started up the path.
She hurried after me. “Jacob, you’re not mad, are you?”
“A little.” I kept walking.
“I was just having a little fun. I’m sorry if I upset you.”
“No problem,” I said, but kept walking.
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Let’s just go back, okay?”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
She stopped walking, and I continued. A few seconds later, she said, “Jacob, look at me.”
“Come on, Hannah,” I said, turning back to her. “We have to–”
I stopped in mid-sentence when I saw her. She was standing on the path, holding the front of her dress up around her waist. Her white socks came up to just below her knees, and her now familiar underwear covered her hips and mound. Between the two was all skin, so soft and smooth looking as my eyes traveled up her long legs. Cold water or not, my cock rose to instant hardness as my eyes widened in shock.
I stood there staring for several long seconds. Her eyes dropped to my crotch and she smiled.
“I guess you like what you see.”
I licked my lips. “You’re beautiful.”
Her smile widened. The bell rang again, and she let go of her dress, allowing it to fall back down and cover her. But I already had the image seared on my brain, and I knew I would remember every square inch of her bare skin tonight in my bed.
Although she had given me a glimpse of her body, it wasn’t the same as what she did to me, so I kept my eyes open for an opportunity to get even. It came a few weeks later.
Chapter 8
I was working on my afternoon chores when Mrs. Hupp came out to the barn to talk to me.
“Jacob, you know your father has gone to Harrisburg for his monthly status meeting, right?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Well, I have to run over to the Wittmer’s farm. Mrs. Wittmer has taken ill, and her family needs fed. I’ve already made dinner for us, and Hannah will be in charge of heating it later. I should be back by seven. I’m going to need you to handle any emergencies that come up.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thank you, Jacob.” She turned to leave, and then turned back. “You seem happier lately.”
I smiled. “Yeah, farm living isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
She returned my smile. “That’s good.” She turned to leave again.
“Mrs. Hupp?”
She turned back. “Yes, Jacob?”
“I could say the same thing about you.”
She gave me a curious look. “What about me?”
“That you’re happier lately. Just like my dad is.” I smiled.
A blush crept up on her face. “Oh. Well, thank you, Jacob.” She turned and left.
Oh yeah, I thought, they’re definitely in love.
Hannah finished her chores first and went back to the house. When I came in fifteen minutes later, I went upstairs. The twins were playing in their room, but Hannah’s was empty. I went back downstairs.
The bathroom door was closed and I assumed Hannah was in there taking her bath. There was a small coal stove out back that supplied hot water for the house, and it was a pleasure to soak in the warmth after a long day of working. I could hear her humming inside.
I turned to leave, and then stopped. I thought about what she had done to me at the stream, and decided this was my chance to get even. I went back and listened at the door. She was still humming.
Gripping the door handle, I turned it very slowly, trying not to make a sound. When it reached its limit, I slowly pushed it open. Her humming continued.
When the door was open far enough, I leaned around to peek inside. From the angle I was at, I could just see her bare back and some of her side, but it was still wonderful. Opening the door further so I could slip inside, I silently reclosed it, and pressed back against the wall, trying to remain unseen.
She was so beautiful. I could see her back, and as she moved her arm on my side, I saw quick flashes of the side of her breast, including the side of her nipple. Her breast was full and round, and I recalled how soft it felt against my chest when we hugged. My cock stiffened in my pants.
Her hands were moving, and it took me a moment to figure out what she was doing. She was holding two of her sisters’ toy boats, one in each hand, and guiding them through the water, sometimes crashing them into each other. And she was humming as she did it.
I grinned wide from the incongruity of the situation. Here was this teenage girl, with basically the body of a woman, playing in the tub like a little child. Sometimes, when she would crash the boats together, she would make a smashing sound before returning to her humming. I almost laughed out loud.
> But I remembered that at the pond she had let me know she was watching, so I felt kind of bad spying on her without her knowing it. So, I cleared my throat.
Her reaction was immediate. She let out a sharp cry and jumped, turning to look at me. When she did, I got to see both of her breasts, so lovely and firm, sitting on her chest like plump pears, with rose-colored upturned nipples topping each one. Then she yelped again and covered them with her arms.
She couldn’t speak for a moment, staring at me in shock, her eyes wide as dinner plates.
I smiled and crossed my arms, leaning against the door frame.
“Get out!” she said in a harsh whisper.
“Nope.” I continued to smile.
“Right now!” she said.
“I don’t think so. Fair is fair. You got to see me, now it’s my turn.”
“It’s not the same.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m a girl.”
I chuckled. “That’s obvious.”
The blush rose on her face. “Mother could be home any minute.”
I shook my head. “Not until seven. We have plenty of time.”
“Jacob, this isn’t funny.”
“I disagree.”
I reached down and picked up her underwear from where her clothes were draped on a chair, then twirled them on my finger.
“Put those down!” she said.
I had to resist the urge to bring them to my nose and sniff them. I wondered what they would smell like after a day of her working on the farm. My cock lurched as the thought filtered through me.
I used two hands to hold them out in front of me. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. But I have to say they look much better on you.”
“Put them down and leave!”
“You watched me when I was naked.”
“And then I lifted my dress. We’re even.”
I shook my head. “You saw me completely naked, and I got to see your legs and your panties. Not even close.”
“It’s different, Jacob, I’m embarrassed.”
“You didn’t think I was?”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t make me show you. I’m not that pretty without my clothes on.”
“Are you crazy? From the little I saw, you’re beautiful.”
“I mean... down there. I used to be smooth, but now it’s all covered with hair.”
“So? I have hair down there, and you seemed to enjoy it.”
“It’s different for a guy. They’re supposed to be hairy.”
“So are girls. At least down there.”
“Not as hairy as I am.”
“How would you know that? How many girls your age have you seen?”
“None. But I know I must be too hairy.”
“You’re being silly, I promise. I’ve seen pictures of plenty of girls, and there are some who are very hairy, and some who aren’t. You can show me, and I’ll tell you what I think.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t. Please don’t make me, Jacob.”
I sighed. “Ok. I just wanted to have some fun, and if you’re this upset, it won’t be fun anyway.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. I’m going up to my room. If you need any help with dinner, let me know.”
“Thank you.”
I opened the door and backed out. Well, that hadn’t gone as I’d hoped. But the quick flash of her breasts was enough for me, and I went straight to my room, planning on stroking out a quick one before dinner. I was in the middle of it when a soft knock came at my door.
Pulling the covers up to hide my erection, I said, “Come in.”
Hannah entered, and I was surprised to see she was only wearing a towel wrapped around her. I sat up to get a better look.
“Hannah? What’s going on?”
She closed the door behind her then turned to me. “I thought about what you said.”
“Which part?”
“About you seeing me, and letting me know how I compare to other girls. I think I would like that.”
I sat up straighter. “Okay.”
She gave me a curious look. “Why are you in bed with your pants off?”
“Um, I was doing something.”
“What?”
I knew we would get to this eventually, and I didn’t know how to explain it to her.
“Well, you know how I get hard sometimes?”
“Yes, when you look at me.”
“That’s right. Well, sometimes it kinda hurts, and I have to rub it to make it go away.”
“It hurts?”
“No, not really. It just gets really hard, and I have to rub it. It’s a guy thing.”
“I rub mine sometimes.”
My eyes shot open. “You do?”
“Yes. Mostly late at night, but sometimes in the tub.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. She did that? “Do you rub it all the way?”
“All the way? What does that mean?”
“I mean, rub it until it feels really good, like an explosion, and then it doesn’t feel good to touch anymore.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s never felt like that. It just feels nice, and then I either stop, or fall asleep.”
“Wow, I never thought you would do that.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re so religious.”
“What does that have to do with it?”
“My church back home says that’s a sin.”
“I can’t believe that. Why would something so pleasurable be a sin?”
I shrugged. “You’re asking the wrong guy.”
“So you were rubbing yourself when I knocked?”
“Yes.”
“You can continue if you want to.”
“No, I’ll wait.”
“Or I can leave.”
“No. I want to see.”
She smiled. “You want to see me?”
“Of course.”
“And you’ll tell me if I’m too hairy?”
“Yes.”
“And you won’t laugh?”
“Hannah, I promise I won’t laugh.”
“Okay.” She reached to where the towel was tucked in near her shoulder, and pulled it out. Holding it, she grasped the other end with her other hand. Pausing a moment, she said, “I’m nervous.”
“It’s okay.”
She spread her arms and opened the towel. Her perfect body came into view. My eyes took her all in at once, afraid she was going to close the towel and run away. Her breasts were still beautiful, and this time I was able to linger over them, taking in their fine, smooth curves, and the way her slightly darker nipples puckered into tightness from the air. Reluctantly leaving them, my eyes traveled downward, over the flat expanse of her stomach, to rest on the light tuft of hair at the top of her mound. I almost laughed, thinking she had been worried about that, but I held back, knowing she would misunderstand.
Fine hair covered the rest of her pussy as it curved underneath, and I could see the cleft of her lips as it followed that curved down between her legs.
“Wow,” I whispered, awestruck by the sight. “You are so beautiful.”
A smile spread across her face. “Do you really think so?”
“Hannah, yes. You’re incredible. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
She beamed and pressed her chest out slightly. “What about the hair?”
“It’s perfect. Very little compared to most girls. You were worrying about nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Hannah, I swear, you’re perfectly normal.”
“What about this?” she said, and to my complete surprise, she climbed up on my bed and sat facing me. She leaned back slightly and spread her legs, revealing her complete pussy to my gaping eyes. “Here,” she said, running her fingertips over the soft down covering her outer lips. “Is this too much?”
I couldn’t find my voice. Instead, I just stared between her legs, not believing this was happening. My eyes
soaked in the soft, gentle curves of her exposed pussy, and I watched in fascination at the way her skin moved as she touched it, pulling her lips apart slightly to reveal a peek at the wet pinkness between. I almost came from just looking at it.
“Jacob?” she said, “Is that too hairy?”
“Uh, no, not at all. Hannah, you’re perfect in every way. And you have a perfect pussy.”
She blushed at the word. “Pussy?”
“Yes, that’s what the English call it.”
She smiled. “My pussy. I like the sound of that.” As if to emphasize the point, she stroked her downy fur like a cat. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I swallowed and stared.
“You like looking at me, don’t you?” she said.
“Yes.”
“Are you hard?”
“Oh yeah.”
She paused, meeting my eyes. When she spoke, it was in a whisper. “Can I see it?”
I didn’t move.
“Please?” she said.
“Okay.” I slowly pulled the covers down, and my cock sprang up, hard and pointing towards my chin.
Her eyes gaped wide, and she stared at it for a long moment.
“It’s so big. Bigger than it was in the stream.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s that way because of me?”
I nodded.
“Wow, that’s so exciting. So, if we were married, you’d be putting it in me?”
“I guess.”
“That’s strange to think about.”
“Yeah.”
As she talked, her finger drifted between her lips, right at the top, and began to move slowly. I watched enraptured as her finger became slick, making soft wet noises as it rolled in a small circle.
“Is that how you rub yourself?” I asked.
“Yes. It feels nice.”
I slid my hand around my dick and began to stroke it lightly. She watched me intently, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Raising her knees higher, she spread her thighs wider, and the soft outer lips of her pussy spread slightly, revealing a hint of her glistening folds between. I gasped softly.
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