My Taboo Amish Lover

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  But here, on the farm, I wasn’t going to school, since the Amish ended schooling after the eighth grade, and the internet wasn’t an option. The twins were too young, and Mrs. Hupp was too old, so the only one I could think about was Hannah. I knew the dresses the girls wore were designed to hide their bodies, but for me, that only worked for a few weeks. After a while, I found myself staring at her when she wasn’t looking, seeing the curves of her body that filled out her dress when she moved a certain way, and my imagination would fill in the rest.

  At night, I would lie in my bed and bring up memories of her, and merge them in my mind with naked pictures I had seen in the past. I would become hard, and reach down and take myself in my hand, stroking slowly as Hannah filled my thoughts. When I would come, I would spurt all over my stomach and chest, and then wipe it off with a sock or towel.

  One time, as I touched myself, I began to fantasize about what kind of panties she wore. The previous year, in school, one of my class-mates had shown up on a Monday morning claiming he had screwed an older cheerleader named Brandy Morris over the weekend. When his friends didn’t believe him, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a pair of pink panties, claiming they were hers. His friends snatched them away from him, and passed them around the entire school.

  When it came my turn to hold them, I felt the silky-smooth material between my fingers as my dick tightened in my pants. I stared transfixed at the small discolored stain in the crotch, trying to wrap my head around the fact that what I was holding and looking at had actually covered Brandy’s pussy – an unattainable holy grail to a guy like myself. Then they were grabbed out of my hand by the kid next to me.

  Of course, we had no way of knowing for sure they were really Brandy’s panties. But I had heard that when she found out about them, she had run crying to the school office where her mother had to come and take her home. When she returned a few days later, she refused to talk about it.

  I wondered if Hannah’s were soft and pink like that. I held my dick in my hand as I imagined her in Brandy’s pink panties, spreading her legs to allow me to see them, like the girls on the internet did. The smooth material would stretch tightly over Hannah’s hidden pussy, and she would smile and say–

  My thoughts were interrupted by my orgasm, as my body shuddered and spewed out my lust in warm pools on my chest.

  I became obsessed about Hannah’s panties. I knew I had no chance of seeing them on her, but maybe I could get hold of a pair. Perhaps I could sneak into her room and look in her dresser? I was still trying to figure out the best way to go about that, when the opportunity fell into my lap.

  I was heading out to do my morning chores a few days later, when Mrs. Hupp asked me to bring the basket of laundry down from the upstairs hall, and take it out to the washing shed. I went up to get it, and noticed that the clothes in the basket were covered with a towel that was tucked in around the sides. I carried it downstairs and headed out to the shed.

  It suddenly occurred to me that what I had been fantasizing about lately might be in this very basket. I felt a surge of excitement, and knew I had to act quickly.

  Once in the shed, I set the basket on the table and pulled up a corner of the towel. Inside, I could see more towels. After removing a few to make room, I saw a pair of white panties, and pulled them out triumphantly.

  But when I held them up, I saw they were much too small for Hannah. They obviously belonged to one of her sisters, so I set them aside and resumed my search. I had to hurry.

  I was just about to give up hope, when I felt something that didn’t feel like a towel. I pulled it out and held it up. It was a pair of panties, and they looked to be the right size. My heart beating fast, I shoved them into my pocket and threw the other items back into the basket, making sure to tuck the covering towel back in.

  I rushed through my chores, wanting to get back to my bedroom and examine my prize. But when Mrs. Hupp saw I had finished so quickly, she gave me some more work to do, so I stopped hurrying.

  Finally, it was time for lunch, and as I sat across from Hannah, I smiled to myself knowing that what she was currently wearing under her dress, I had a duplicate of and I would soon be able to look at it closely. It was almost like seeing her, and a thrill of excitement ran through me.

  She noticed me watching and gave me an odd look, so I turned my eyes to my plate and kept them there, not wanting to arouse suspicion.

  After what seemed like an interminable time, we were excused, and I ran up to my room, knowing I only had a short time before I had to do my afternoon chores.

  Making sure I closed my door, I sat on my bed and pulled the panties from my pocket. I hadn’t been able to get a good look at them in the wash shed, but now I held them up and took in the details.

  They weren’t like Brandy’s at all. First, they weren’t smooth and silky, but instead a plain cotton, just like my briefs. They also weren’t elastic around the edges, but instead had a smooth hem. But the biggest difference was they belonged to Hannah, and I thrilled at the thought of holding something that had been so intimate with her body.

  Holding them open, I stared at the inside of the crotch. There were no stains there, just smooth white cloth. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved. I did notice a small dark curly hair caught in the cloth, and my dick, which had been half hard, swelled to full rigidity.

  Without thinking, I brought the crotch to my nose, and tentatively sniffed it. The scent was light and delicate, and unlike anything I had ever smelled before. My dick jerked in my pants as the scent filtered through my brain.

  I considered taking my cock out and jerking it right there, but Hannah had been in the habit of coming by my room after lunch to see if I wanted to do something, like take a walk to the back fields, or learn how to milk the cows. Sure enough, a minute later I heard a soft knock on my door, and she asked if I wanted to see the horses. I told her I’d be right down.

  I considered hiding the panties in my room somewhere, but Mrs. Hupp was always in there, putting my cleaned clothes in my dresser, or hanging up my shirts. I decided the safest place to keep them was with me.

  Hannah showed me the horses, and as I watched her I would occasionally touch the soft lump of cloth in my pants pocket, and think about that small hair I had found. I couldn’t wait to be alone with them tonight, stroking myself as I held them, imagining them against Hannah’s skin.

  After the horses, I began my afternoon chores. A few hours later, I was done and I headed back to the house. On my way upstairs to wash up, I heard Hannah and her mother talking in the kitchen.

  “Well, they have to be around somewhere,” Mrs. Hupp said. “They wouldn’t just get up and walk off on their own.”

  “I can’t find them,” Hannah said.

  I stopped halfway up the stairs, a ball of fear tightening in my stomach.

  “Keep looking. Did you check under your bed?”

  “Yes. Maybe they got lost in the wash?”

  “Hannah, I didn’t lose them in the wash.”

  Thinking quickly, I quietly hurried up the stairs and went to Hannah’s room. Taking the panties from my pocket, I tossed them under the dresser. I went back to the stairs and went down, then headed for the kitchen. They were still discussing the missing panties.

  “Hannah, I don’t see how you can blame Jacob. He just carried the laundry out to the shed.”

  “Maybe he dropped them.”

  “The basket was covered. And besides, they’d be lying out in the yard.”

  “What’s going on?” I said, trying to sound casual. “I heard my name mentioned.”

  Mrs. Hupp replied. “Hannah lost something.”

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” Hannah said quickly.

  “Just a pair of her underwear.”

  “Mother!” I watched as Hannah’s cheeks flushed red.

  “Underwear?” I asked. “What’s the big deal?”

  Mrs. Hupp gave me a warning look. “Jacob, perhaps in
Ohio girls have extra underwear, but here in New Holland we have just enough to make it to the next washday. So if one pair goes missing, it is a ‘big deal.’“

  “Oh.” I hadn’t thought of that.

  “I’ll find them,” Hannah said. “Can we just drop the matter?”

  “I can help you look,” I offered.

  “No!” Hannah said, then quickly added, “That won’t be necessary, thank you.”

  “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Mrs. Hupp said. “Two pairs of eyes are better than one. I bet they’re in your room. Jacob, go with Hannah and take a look.”

  “Mother.”

  “Go.” She waved her hand, letting us know the matter was resolved.

  Hannah frowned and left the room. I followed. She climbed the steps, with me right behind, and when she got to the top she turned to me.

  “You don’t have to do this. I’ll find them.”

  “I don’t mind. I’m very good a finding things.”

  “It’s very embarrassing.”

  I thought for a moment. “How about this? If I find them, I won’t touch them? I’ll just point them out.”

  She considered this. “Alright.”

  We went in her room, and she stood by her door with her arms folded.

  “Aren’t you going to help?” I asked.

  “I already looked everywhere.”

  “Okay.” I walked around the room, pretending I was looking. I made sure to stay away from the dresser.

  “See?” she said. “They’re not here.”

  “I’m still looking.” I went over to her shelf, and searched through her things there. She had several books, a large feather, and a small cloth doll.

  “Why would they be up there?” she asked. “Are you sure you didn’t drop them outside when you were carrying the basket?”

  I shrugged. “I guess I could have.”

  “Maybe we should look out there.”

  “Okay. Just give me another minute to look around here.”

  “You’re wasting your time.”

  I ignored her and dropped to my knees, lifting up the cover and peering under the bed.

  “I checked there,” she said with impatience in her voice.

  Keeping my head down, I scanned the floor, turning my head to cover the room. I passed the dresser, and then came back to it. I squinted.

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “What’s what?”

  I pointed. “Right there, under your dresser. I see something.”

  “I checked there.”

  “Right there,” I repeated, still pointing.

  She sighed condescendingly and moved to her knees, bending down to peer under the dresser. She reached in and pulled out the panties. “I checked there,” she repeated.

  “Are those them?”

  “Yes.”

  I grinned. “I told you I was good at finding things.”

  She held the panties up between her hands and stared at them. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

  I found my eyes drifting towards the panties, once again imagining what they looked like on her.

  She glanced up and saw me looking, and quickly pulled them down, squeezing them into a ball in her hands.

  It was my turn to blush and I felt the heat in my cheeks. I quickly stood. “Um, I gotta go.”

  She didn’t say anything as I walked out.

  Chapter 5

  Later, as I lay in bed and stroked myself, I had to use my memory to recall the touch of her panties. I thought about that tiny hair and wondered how much she had. I knew that some of the girls on the internet shaved themselves, but I doubted that was an Amish custom, especially for teenage girls.

  I was getting close, when I heard a soft knock at my door. I quickly pulled the blankets up to cover myself.

  “Yes?” I was convinced it was Mrs. Hupp, coming to accuse me of stealing her daughter’s panties.

  The door opened, and to my surprise, Hannah appeared. She closed the door behind her and came towards me. She was wearing a long flannel night dress.

  “Hi, Jacob.”

  “Hi.” I lay there in fright, the secret of my hard dick just a blanket away from being discovered.

  She came over and sat on the edge of the bed. My eyes got wider.

  “I just wanted to apologize for before. I was rude to you.”

  “That’s okay.”

  “And I wanted to thank you for helping me find my... missing item.”

  “Glad to help.” I was hoping I would get soft, but her sitting so close prevented that from happening. Her hair was down around her shoulders – a sight I usually didn’t get to see, since it was held in a bun all day. Sitting like this, she looked just like one of the pretty girls from my school.

  “So,” she said, “what’s it like in Ohio?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Is it different from here?”

  “Some things.”

  “Which ones?”

  I racked my brain for something to say. I thought it was unfair that I was forced to lie to this girl. Plus, I couldn’t remember all the differences between the Ohio Amish and the Pennsylvania Amish, especially with my hard cock distracting me.

  Then I came up with an inspired idea. “There was more English living around us in Ohio. I even went to their school for a while.

  She looked at me in surprise. “You did? What were they like?”

  I shrugged. “Just normal kids.”

  She was obviously fascinated by the subject. Turning her body, she sat cross-legged on the bed and faced me. “What were the English girls like?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer. “Just regular girls.”

  “Did they wear makeup?”

  “Some of them.”

  “Were they pretty?”

  “Yes. Some of them.” I glanced down and noticed her dress was riding up slightly. I could barely make out a vague white shape, and realized it was her panties. My cock twitched.

  “Did they make you have bad thoughts?”

  “Bad thoughts?”

  “Mother tells me that the English girls cause boys to have bad thoughts.”

  “Oh.”

  “Did you?”

  “Yeah, I guess so.” I glanced down at her panties again. “How about you?”

  “What about me?”

  “Have you ever had bad thoughts?”

  She looked indignant. “Of course not.”

  “Sorry, I was just asking.”

  “I’m a lady, and ladies don’t think of such things.”

  “So you’ve never kissed a guy?”

  “Certainly not. Why, have you kissed a girl?”

  “Yeah.”

  She stared at me with her mouth wide. “You have?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Was she English?”

  “Yeah, she was.”

  “Why did you kiss her?”

  I shrugged. “Seemed like the natural thing to do at the time.”

  “There’s nothing natural about that.”

  “Sure there is. Would you like to hear about it?”

  She stared at me for a moment, and then said, “If you would like to unburden yourself, I’m willing to listen.”

  It had happened about six months ago. I had gone to a party at my friend’s house, whose brother was a senior and on the football team. The brother had a girlfriend named Lori, who was a smoking hot cheerleader. As the night went on, Lori was getting drunk, and started flirting with all the guys. The brother got pissed, and grabbed another girl and headed off to his bedroom. A few minutes later, I was coming out of the bathroom, when the drunken Lori grabbed me, pushed me up against the wall, and kissed me, almost shoving her tongue down my throat. It didn’t last long, because the brother had finished with the girl in his bedroom, and grabbed Lori and pulled her off me. He placed his hand on my face and pushed me hard, knocking me over.

  Of course, I couldn’t tell her that story. I’d have to doctor it a bit.

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��Last fall I went to a barn dance with my friends. Without being invited, a few English girls showed up. We thought it might be rude to ask them to leave, so no one said anything.”

  Hannah smiled.

  “After a while, we decided to go on a hayride. This one English girl, Lori was her name, sat right beside me, and as the wagon bounced through the ruts in the field, we shifted closer.”

  Hannah looked at me intently.

  I sat up, making sure to keep the blanket around my waist, and sat cross-legged facing her.

  “Well, the night was a little chilly, and it felt kinda good to have her sitting so close, keeping me warm. I knew it was wrong, but she felt so nice and soft against me, I just couldn’t work up enough willpower to move away.”

  Hannah nodded and gave me a sympathetic look.

  “Anyway, we get to the far end of the hayride, and Lori asks me if I want to walk back with her. I say sure, so we hop off the wagon and start walking. The moon was bright and full, and it was almost like daylight out in the middle of that field. Then Lori reached out and took hold of my hand.”

  Hanna let out a little sigh. She looked so pretty, her eyes turned upward, watching me expectantly.

  She made a tsk sound. “I feel sorry for you, led astray by those wicked English girls.”

  I thought about this for a moment. “It’s not really their fault.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, guys think about those kinds of things anyway. They don’t need an English girl around to think about them.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “It’s just the way guys are. They think about that a lot.”

  “About what?”

  “Girls.”

  “Jacob, don’t be silly. The boys around here don’t think of girls.”

  “I bet they do.”

  “Perhaps Ohio Amish boys do, but around here they don’t.”

  “If you say so.”

  “I do. So, tell me about the kiss.”

  “Well,” I said, leaning slightly closer to her, “as I said, the moon was bright, so I could see her clearly. She was holding my hand and we were close to each other, like you and I are now. I could tell she wanted me to do something, but I wasn’t sure what.”