Harvest of Sin

by Jordan Shay

  It was Monday again, and time to go to work. My driver picked me up at 8:00 a.m., just as he did every other week day. I got in that van, confident. Ready for the day. When I arrived at work, the owner, Mr. Johnny, was there to greet me. Well, that’s odd. He’s never here on Monday mornings. I always open and close the store myself. Mr. Johnny only stops in on delivery days, and on paydays. Odd.

  “Hi, Mr. Johnny.”

  “Hi, Anna. How are you this morning?”

  The way Mr. Johnny said that, sounded different. What did he mean? Why was he looking at me like that? Was he smirking?

  “I’m good. Just ready to get the day started.”

  “Good, real good.”

  I went about my morning routine. Lighting the kerosene heater, lighting the lamps, putting the open sign up, and getting some miscellaneous items out of the storage room, at the back of the store. On my last trip out of the storage room, Mr. Johnny was in the doorway, blocking my entrance back into the store.

  “Everything ok?” I asked. Something was definitely wrong.

  “Well, it will be. If you cooperate.” Mr. Johnny said.

  Cooperate? Confused, I asked, “Cooperate with what?”

  “Anna, I know what you did in this here storage room,” he stated.

  My stomach knotted up. But I knew I had to play cool. He couldn't be talking about...that, could he? I gave him my best confused look. What else could he be talking about? Rearranging the storage room, not keeping it tidy…what? But one look at his face and I realized I was kidding only myself. He knew. He knew what I had done with Derek…in this storage room. His storage room.

  “You see Anna, we try and keep away from all the technology in the world. But sometimes we need to bend the rules. I’ve got a lot of inventory here. Expensive inventory. So to protect it, I use cameras in my store. Anna, do you know what I may have seen last week on one of my cameras?”

  I replied, “Um. No. Sir. I don’t know.”

  I knew damn straight what he saw. But I wasn’t going to own up to it. Fuck. It was recorded?

  Mr. Johnny explained, “Anna, I watched something that most would consider sinful. Sinful for an unmarried Amish girl to be doing forbidden acts with an Englishman.” He said Englishman like the word disgusted him.

  I said the only thing I could think of saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Johnny. Please. Now, if you'll please excuse me. I need to get into the store, customers will be arriving soon.”

  He quickly said, “Ah girl, the customers can wait. Too early anyhow. No one ever shows up before 10:00 a.m.”

  He was right. Shit. I’m stuck.

  “Anna, you know what I find interesting about what I was watching? It turned me on. I felt my manhood swell, as I was watching you pleasure that Englishman. All the while, all I could think of was you touching my dick.”

  My heart sank. I felt sick. I thought I was going to throw up.

  I was getting desperate, “Mr. Johnny, really, please, I need to get out to the store!”

  He swiftly said, “Anna honey, the way I see it, is, you have two options. Option one is, you get out into the store, do your little job like you do so well, and I tell your family and the church, what I saw on that video. Option two is my preferred option. That’s where you repeat exactly what you did with that Englishman. Only this time, you’ll be doing it with me. Tell me sweet, or should I say, dirty, Anna, which option do you choose? I’m sure hoping it’s option two. I’m getting hard just thinking about your sweet naked self.”

  I said sharply, “I choose neither. I need to go home, Mr. Johnny.”

  I went to push past Mr. Johnny, to get out of that damn storage room. He put his arm up and blocked my way. The rest of his body was blocking the doorway, I was stuck. Stuck in that damn storage room with this piece of a shit man. Before I knew it, that piece of shit man was pushing me back. I had to get out!

  “C’mon Anna. Just a little touch here and there. You’re so young, and well, I’m so...um, older. You know how long it’s been since I’ve touched sweet, young pussy?”

  I kept my eyes on the door, looking around for anything to hit this bastard with. Fuck. I’ve got to get away from him. He pushed me back and my ass hit the counter that was nailed to the wall. He could push me back no further, and yet, I could not go forward. He was blocking me with his massive self.

  His face came closer to mine. I could smell the raunchiness of a cigar. Cigar and stale coffee. He rubbed his beard on my face, and then I felt it. A hand. His hand. Inching its way up the outside of my right thigh, up under my dress. No. Fucking. Way.

  I reached my left hand out, searching the counter blindly, finally felt something metal-like, and heavy. I grabbed it. Swung it with all my might, and cracked that son-of-a-bitch on the back of his head. He lunged back, and put his right hand on the spot I hit him, losing his grip on me. I ran. Ran past him, and out of that store. Mr. Johnny started to run after me, screaming at me, but he didn’t pursue very far beyond the front door of his store. The town would be talking if they saw him running after me on the roadway. I couldn’t hear what he was yelling at me. I only heard the word bleeding. And all I could think of at that moment was, he better be bleeding! He’s lucky I didn’t kill him!

  I ran nearly a mile, and didn’t stop until I was near the schoolhouse. Still a couple miles from home, but far enough that I still had time to collect my thoughts. What would I tell my parents when I got home? How would I tell them I don’t have a job? No way in hell I’m ever going back to that store. During the rest of my walk home, I decided that I didn’t care who Mr. Johnny told about what Derek and I did in that storage room. It’s my life, and I’ll do what I want. If the Amish don’t like it, then I’ll leave. Never, ever, will any man touch me, unless I want them to!

  I got home and Mama was hanging’ laundry on the line. Papa was at the hospital visiting with Abe. She looked confused as she saw me walking up the driveway. She could see the distress in my face.

  “Anna!” She came running toward me. “Honey, what happened? Why are you home?” Her worried eyes looked me up and down, trying to figure out why I was so disheveled. “You look a mess. Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, Mama. I just need to take a hot bath and rest.” I felt dirty and exhausted and wanted to crawl under my quilt in the worst way.

  I could tell by the sadness that overcame her face; she knew. It wasn’t that uncommon for Amish women to be taken advantage of by someone else in our community. She didn’t know what exactly happened, but she was a smart and perceptive woman. I could tell she knew why I was home. I also knew it was the Amish way to never talk about it. So we never would. And I was okay with that.

  “Go in, Anna. Get your bath. Rest. Rest all day if you need. I’ll bring you some soup after a bit.” She went back to the laundry. Poor Mama. So much going on for her to handle. Abe. Myself. Being a mother can’t be easy.

  I went in, got in the bath, and soaked. I let that hot water permeate my skin, my body, right into my soul. I sunk down, my hair drifting around my face, floating in the water, and stared at the ceiling. Just thinking about my life and my decisions lately. Last night with Derek was never far from my mind. What I will do for a job. I wondered how Abe was doing in the hospital. My head was spinning. And I just laid there. Finally, I pushed myself back up, and got my head out of the water. Just relaxed, leaning my back against the tub. I looked down at my breasts, just resting in the water. My nipples were erect. I closed my eyes and imagined that Derek was here right now to run his tongue over them. How I’d love for him to touch my breasts, to touch me all over. I wanted my troubles to go away, and when I was with Derek they did just that.

  My bath water got chilly, so it was time to get out. I put on an old dress. Just something comfortable to rest in. It was hardly lunchtime, so much of the day was left. I got into bed, pulled my heavy quilt over my body, and just laid there. Mama brought me soup as promised, although we didn’t talk about anything. Sh
e just let me have my space. I was grateful.

  I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, the sun was setting. I did feel a little better and decided to get up and see what was going on. And I wanted to ask Papa about Abe. I made my way down the stairs, hearing voices as I approached the living room. Who is here? I was in no mood for company. When I rounded the corner into the living room, my mood lightened up a bit and I smiled, despite my original thoughts. Caleb was on the sofa. I didn’t say anything, just went and took my place next to Caleb.

  “Honey, Caleb is going to take you out for the evening. Are you up for that?” asked Papa.

  Too tired to argue, and admittedly, I kind of wanted to, so I agreed. I asked Papa about Abe, and learned he was doing great. My heart filled with relief. I couldn’t wait to see that little bugger soon. The house is too quiet without him.

  As I looked over at Caleb, and he smiled ever so sweetly. I told him I’d go change and grab my coat, as the evenings have been getting chillier and chillier. When I returned downstairs, Caleb was patiently waiting, his hands in his pockets. He certainly was a sight for sore eyes, and I was happy to have some time with him tonight. It was too bad that he and I couldn’t remain friends forever. He was so good to me. Mama and Papa both looked happy that I had obliged, as bright smiled beamed on their faces. We went outside, and Caleb, like the gentleman that he is, helped me into his waiting buggy.

  We left the driveway, and didn’t speak. Just listened to the horse's hooves hitting the road. Sounding like a lovely, comforting, melody. Finally, after being on the road for a short bit, Caleb broke the silence.

  He said, “Anna, I’ve made a decision. I’m going to help you.”

  “Help me? How so?” I asked.

  “I know I’m not the one for you. It’s okay. I understand. I’m going to help you figure out what it is you are after. If it’s Derek, then I’ll help you to be with him. If it’s another Amish man, so be it. If it’s something else, tell me. I’ll help you.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears. My mouth must have fallen open with disbelief, because Caleb reached over, extended his index finger, and pushed up the bottom of my jaw to close my mouth.

  He went on, “I’m serious Anna. I may not have a chance to be your husband, but I have a chance to be your friend. I’m going to help you. I feel for you, I can tell you are hurting.”

  In my shock and disbelief, I managed to squeeze out a barely audible, “Okay.”

  We rode on a bit more, and I asked, “Where are we going?”

  Caleb replied, “To the cabin I built in the woods, on my Uncle’s farm. I have something there I want to show you. Do you trust me, Anna?”

  I replied, “Yes, I trust you. Thank you...Caleb. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you in my life. You are too good to me.” I hesitated, “I do trust you.”

  We arrived at his farm, and drove past the large white house and barns.

  “It’s going to get a little bumpy, okay, Anna?”

  “Okay.” I replied.

  We traveled deep into the woods, to where the horses could no longer go. Caleb wasn’t kidding when he said the ride was bumpy. It was a rough ride, but my curiosity kept me anxiously looking ahead.

  Caleb said, “We will have to walk the rest of the way. Don’t worry, it’s not too far.” I wasn’t worried. I might have walked to the ends of the earth had he asked.

  Caleb and I walked deeper and deeper into the woods. It was so dark. He led the way, and I followed closely behind. Finally, I saw a little flicker of light in the distance. As we approached, I could see the outline of a little cabin. Fifty-feet away, and my heart started to race. What did Caleb have to show me? Was someone in there? Why was the light on?

  We stopped just outside the cabin. Caleb turned and looked at me. In a serious face, he said, “Anna, I brought you here because I know this is what you want. When I lived in Pennsylvania, I saw my sister go through the same thing that you’re going through. It was painful. I felt helpless. My sister ended up staying in the community, but I can honestly say, I’m sure she regrets it. I don’t want you to have any regrets in life, Anna. Figure out what it is you really want. I will continue to help you, as long as you need, and want, my help.”

  I said, “Thank you, Caleb. I don’t know what to say. Just...thank you.”

  My arms wrapped around Caleb and I hugged him tight. After a moment, he pulled away and reached over to open the door. A man, with his back to us, was sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace. He rose when he heard us come in. The man turned toward us, and my heart swelled. It was Derek. Caleb had brought me to be with Derek. I fought the tears in my eyes, trying to blink them away.

  Caleb looked at Derek and said, “The night is young, brother. I will be back at 11pm., sharp. Bring her out of the woods, to where I have hitched the horses. Tell no one of this night, and of this cabin.”

  Caleb turned toward me and said, “See you at 11, Anna.”

  I remained in such a state of shock, I could barely make out the words, “Okay. Thanks again, Caleb.”

  Caleb left. Derek and I ran toward one another. Embraced each other like it had been years since we had seen each other. I kissed him, he kissed me back. It felt so natural. So wonderful.

  Derek led me to the kitchen and said, “Come over here, Anna. I made this stew for us. Hope you like stew. I also have wine. Anna, have you ever had wine?”

  I replied, “No, but I’m curious to try it.”

  Derek poured some wine, Moscato he called it, into two mason jars. He laughed as he poured, “Sorry, I don’t have wine glasses. Will the mason jar work for you?”

  I laughed, “Of course.” He wore a red flannel, and his signature blue jeans that hugged him in all the right places. His normally loose dark hair was combed neatly back, as if he had tried to look nice for me. He handed me the mason jar.

  The Moscato was light in color, sweet, I could taste hints of pear in it. I liked it. Derek rose his mason jar, so I followed, and rose mine.

  “To new beginnings.”

  We gently hit our jars together, celebrating the toast, and the time we were thankful to have together.

  After dinner, which was surprisingly wonderful, Derek and I adjourned to the couch. It was simple, made of timber and hand-sewn cushions. Derek and I talked about everything and nothing. We drank a bit more wine. My head felt a little dizzy, but not so much that I didn’t know what was going on. I was relaxed, and enjoying every minute of the time I had with Derek. This was a date. Like a real date. The kind of date the English people have. I loved it.

  Derek pulled me closer to him and said, “Anna, there is a loft here. Do you want to see it?”

  I knew what he was asking. I didn’t hesitate to say, yes.

  Derek held my hand with a firm grip and led me up the wooden stairs to the dark loft. Once up in the loft, he lit a lantern. There was a slight glow, but it was still quite dark. I saw a bed in the center of the room, and Derek led me to it. We stood next to it, holding one-another, and in the dim light, gazing into each other's eyes.

  Derek held my head with a gentle touch, and began to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and rubbed them up and down his muscular back. He took his shirt off and exposed his front side. Smooth, lightly hairy, muscular. I don’t know what got in me, but I started aggressively kissing his neck, then his chest, his nipples, and his six-pack stomach. Then, I stopped. He watched patiently for the next move.

  I stepped back and slipped off my socks, then my panties. Took the pins out of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I reached back to unsnap my bra, and stood there fully exposed. Naked.

  Softly, Derek said, “Anna, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. How did I get so lucky to cross paths with you?”

  He leaned over and started kissing my body, just as I had kissed his. While his lips and tongue moved around my neck, I unbuttoned his pants, and they fell to the floor. Derek stepped out of his clothes and there we stood, naked, n
avigating each other’s bodies with our lips and fingers.

  Derek lifted me up, still kissing my lips, and laid me onto the bed. It was soft, but crisp from the cool night. He worked his way down to my pussy. I knew what was next and I was excited.

  “You’re so wet, Anna. I love it.”

  Derek started licking my pussy, up and down, in and out. He stuck his fingers in, and continued to lick. His middle finger pounded my g-spot, nearly sending me into orgasm. I wanted to wait. I wanted us to have an orgasm together.