Shunned: An Amish Awakening, Books 1-2

by Alexis Adaire

  Rebecca had already decided she would return, but not until she’d satisfied the one curiosity her Amish life had not allowed her to explore: sex. Though she didn’t have a clue as to exactly how she’d spend her next six months, her main goal was to get these sexual impulses out of her system so she could settle back into her old life, eventually restore her reputation, find a new husband and raise a family.

  A screeching toddler in front of Rebecca brought her back to the present. The kid had been cutting up for a while, but this new outburst pushed Rebecca over the edge. The car was sparsely populated, and seeing as how her 30-minute trip from Lancaster to Exton was halfway over, she decided to break the rules and sit somewhere other than her reserved seat.

  She walked to the end of the car and took an open window seat. The two seats to her left were also empty, and at the window across the aisle was a businessman in his suit who looked over and smiled, then resumed reading his newspaper. Rebecca mentally patted herself on the back for being brave enough to leave her assigned seat. She was getting good at breaking rules.

  Elder Samuel Lapp had taken Rebecca from her home into Lancaster by horse and buggy. He’d mercifully refrained from further lecturing; the meeting with Bishop Fisher, Elder Samuel and Elder Isaac had been agonizing enough. Though she wasn’t entirely ashamed of her actions with Jacob, she knew it had been a violation of Amish protocol. A single woman — even a widow — having any type of sex was bad enough, and staining the soul of a virginal young Amish man had only added to the severity of the infraction.

  “Do you have money, Sister Beiler?” Elder Samuel had asked when they reached Lancaster. “I have some, just under three hundred dollars, but I fear that won’t last long,” Rebecca responded. The older man nodded in agreement, then fished into his pocket and pulled out his handmade wallet. He silently counted some bills and offered them to her. “This is two hundred. It’s not much, but it will help, and it’s all I can spare without raising suspicion.” She took the money and thanked him. Elder Samuel removed a piece of paper from his wallet and gave it to Rebecca. It contained a single name, Milton Carter, and a phone number.

  “Milton Carter and his wife, Pamela, are good English people,” he explained. “They live over in Exton. I have done business with them for years and know them well. Get to a phone and give them a call. Tell them I ask a favor, for them to give you a bed and food for a few days. There’s no sense spending what little money you have on a hotel room while you make your decisions on how to proceed. You can repay them by working around the house.”

  Tears welled in Rebecca’s eyes as she sat on the train remembering the act of kindness. The subsequent phone call had resulted in another such act; she’d spoken to Pamela Carter, who had instructed her to take the train to Exton, where they would pick her up at the station. That rendezvous was now only 10 minutes away.

  Rebecca took a handkerchief from the pocket of her blue cotton dress and dabbed at her tears, taking a quick look to see if the businessman had seen her. No, he was still reading his paper. Then a sudden movement caught her attention. The man was holding the folded newspaper with one hand, while his other hand stroked his erect penis below.

  As soon as she understood what she was looking at, Rebecca quickly turned her head to the window. Her face flushed crimson, even though the man had not seen her look, as the newspaper in his hand obscured his face. She didn’t know what to think — this was not only immoral, but it had to be illegal as well.

  Rebecca looked again for a split second, first toward his face, which was still concealed, then at his hand as it moved up and down his cock. She looked around the train and realized nobody else could see what was going on, and began to understand that this man was likely putting on his little show for her. She watched him for another second, then again turned to the window.

  Was he trying to get her attention? Were there actually English men who tried to pick up women this way? Or did he merely want an audience? Maybe he was just in the mood to do this and simply didn’t care if she saw him. Couldn’t he tell she was Amish? She was still wearing her bonnet! Or was that part of his desire, to expose himself to an innocent Amish woman? Rebecca’s excitement surprised her. She felt that small tingling between her legs and knew she was wet.

  Unable to resist the temptation to watch, Rebecca slowly turned her head until she could see in her peripheral vision that the man’s face was still obscured by the newspaper. She looked down and saw that his erection had grown appreciably and he was now vigorously pumping it. She started to turn back to the window, then remembered her goal to experience the world of sex. Rebecca fought through her years of Amish upbringing and turned to face this man directly and watch him masturbate, though her daring decision was helped by the fact that he couldn’t tell she was looking.

  Only a moment passed before she heard him moan softly. His stroking slowed and Rebecca watched intently as cum oozed out from the tip of this cock, gathering in the circle formed near the head by his thumb and index finger. He continued to pump and the liquid continued to flow. As he stroked, some spilled over the back of his hand. The sight of that little river of cum caused Rebecca’s modesty to return, snapping her out of her trance. She turned to look straight ahead and in the corner of her eye saw the man put his paper down and clean off his hand with a handkerchief, put his penis away and zip up his pants.

  “Next stop: Exton. Two minutes. Exton is the next stop.”

  A flustered Rebecca gathered her things, a small suitcase and a cloth bag. She made her way to the aisle with her head down, looking up just in time to see the businessman now had his paper in his lap. He smiled at her as if nothing at all had happened. She averted her eyes and quickly her way toward the car’s exit, still aware of her wetness.

  In the moment before the train to come to a stop, it occurred to her that she’d never seen a man masturbate before. Though she knew the process, this was the first time she had actually seen what happened when a man reached orgasm.

  Two more firsts.

  Chapter 2

  Milton Carter continually eyed Rebecca from across the table as they ate lunch. He and his wife, Pamela, had picked up the young Amish woman from the train station two days before and had agreed to let her stay with them for a while as she planned her short-term future. Rebecca immediately felt comfortable with the couple, both in their mid-fifties. Milton was a surveyor for Chester County and Pamela took care of the house. Their only child, a daughter named Hannah, was currently at Penn State and the Carters seemed to enjoy Rebecca’s company.

  That morning Pamela had taken Rebecca to town and helped her buy her first pair of jeans, a couple of T-shirts, and some comfortable flats. She had also purchased a bra and several pairs of modest cotton underwear. There had been other choices, but she couldn’t imagine being comfortable in skimpy panties.

  Pamela had dropped Rebecca off at the house and continued on to a ladies group luncheon. Rebecca went straight to Hannah’s old room, now the guest bedroom, to try on her new clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. Though the pink T-shirt wasn’t tight, it certainly showed off her body more than her plain cotton dresses had. And the jeans were tight, at least to Rebecca. She felt very removed from the Amish. Though she wore no makeup, with her long auburn hair spilling over her breasts she could easily pass among the English.

  Milton looked a bit stunned when Rebecca walked into the kitchen to help make lunch. To that point, he’d only seen her in her Amish clothing. Now at the table, he couldn’t stop sneaking looks. Finally, he spoke up. “Do you mind if I asked why you felt the need to leave the Amish for a while?” he asked.

  Rebecca took a long look at Milton, eventually deciding to be honest with him, since he and his wife had been so kind. “I didn’t choose to leave,” she answered. “The elders suggested I live outside for six months to decide if Amish life is the right choice for me.”

  “That seems odd. You’re no teenager,” Milton said.

  “I viol
ated the Amish code of conduct,” Rebecca confessed. Milton gave her a confused look. She took a deep breath, then said, “I had physical relations with a young Amish man.”

  Milton’s surprise was evident. Rebecca quickly added, “Not complete physical relations. But to the Amish, any such contact is considered sinful.”

  “I see,” Milton said. A long silence passed before he spoke up again, saying, “Do you believe what you did was wrong?”

  “I understand it was not in keeping with proper Amish behavior,” Rebecca replied, “but I find difficulty in believing anything that results in such pleasure could be against the will of God.” With that, the subject was dropped.

  After lunch, Rebecca was lying on the bed in her room watching television, amazed by the sheer number of programs available, when Milton knocked. On Rebecca’s answer, he opened the door and took a step in. “Pamela tells me you don’t have much money,” he said. Rebecca knew that her morning shopping had set her back nearly $70, leaving her with just over $400 cash. “That’s unfortunately true,” she said. “I will have to spend wisely.”

  Milton seemed uncomfortable. “I’d like to make a suggestion, and if this is out of line, please tell me and we can forget I ever said anything,” he began, then got right to the point: “I’d like to give you some money, in return for a handjob.”

  Rebecca’s confusion must have been evident. Milton explained, “Pamela and I have been happily married for almost thirty years. But at this point, sex of any kind is pretty much something we do to celebrate anniversaries.”

  She looked directly at the middle-aged man and asked, “What is a handjob?”

  Milton hadn’t expected to have to explain the concept. He smiled and said, “Rebecca, I want you to touch me, to give me an orgasm. Pamela won’t be back for another hour, and at this point in our lives, I imagine she’d probably thank you anyway.”

  Now Rebecca understood, and silently considered the offer. Milton continued, “I would give you $25. If you would be so kind as to take off your shirt while you do it, I’d double that.”

  She knew she needed the money, and the fact was that Rebecca liked Milton Carter. He was a handsome man, and in good shape for someone his age. And truth be told, she had been in a constant state of arousal with thoughts about the man on the train.

  Rebecca sat up, moving to the edge of the bed, then slowly lifted off her T-shirt.

  Milton was taken aback, as he was really expecting his offer to be turned down and was thinking more about how to deal with an offended young Amish woman. Recovering quickly, he stepped into the room. Rebecca smiled shyly as he stared at her. “Should I remove this as well?” she asked, indicating her bra. Milton’s voice cracked as he said, “Yes. Please.” She fumbled with the clasp, then turned around so Milton could assist. Rebecca pulled the bra off and set it on the bed, her full breasts exposed to his view.

  “We should hurry,” Rebecca said. “I would prefer Pamela did not know.”

  Milton agreed, standing directly in front of Rebecca as he undid his belt, then unzipped his pants and lowered them to his thighs. His cock was just beginning to stiffen, whereas the much-younger Jacob had been hard the entire time. Rebecca took it in her right hand and began to stroke it. She looked up at Milton and smiled. He didn’t smile back, his intense stare moving from her hand on his cock to her eyes, then settling on her breasts. “You have a beautiful body,” he said. Rebecca blushed, having never heard that particular compliment before.

  She noticed he continued to stare at her breasts. “You may touch them if you want, Milton. I like that,” she said. His hands immediately caressed them, kneading her soft flesh. Rebecca watched as his cock grew in size and when she heard his breath quicken, she realized how wet she had become.

  She was concentrating so intently, trying to properly perform a task at which she’d had little experience, that when Milton spoke again it caught Rebecca by surprise.

  “Please… please put it in your mouth. I’ll give you another $50,” he rasped.

  Rebecca smiled. She had already wanted to do just that but was refraining because she’d been asked specifically to perform a handjob. Without saying a word, she lowered her head and put her mouth to Milton’s now fully hard cock, working her lips over its head then slowly up and down its length.

  Milton’s hands held her head as Rebecca sucked him. Realizing she needed to hold his cock at the base to steady it, she wondered if she might ever become good at this. Unlike Jacob, it took Milton a good ten minutes to reach orgasm, and his moans signaled its imminent arrival. “Please don’t stop. I’ll pay more if you let me come in your mouth,” he said. She was confused, as she had no intention of stopping until he had his orgasm. That was how she’d done it with Jacob, and how she assumed a woman was supposed to perform oral sex. She’d also become very aroused herself, eagerly anticipating the taste of Milton’s cum.

  Moments later, Milton groaned and tightly clasped Rebecca’s head. His cock spasmed and spurted several times into her mouth. As the orgasm abated, she swallowed and continued to try to suck more liquid out of him for another minute, until she felt his cock begin to soften. She slid her mouth off and looked at Milton to see if he was pleased with her performance, and his glazed look told her everything she needed to know. “Kiss it a little, please,” he said, and Rebecca planted long, soft kisses over the head of his cock until it had become flaccid.

  “My god, that was amazing,” Milton said, pulling his pants back up. He looked into the eyes of this beautiful half-naked woman, not believing someone with that little experience could had delivered a blowjob like the one he’d just received.

  Milton took out his wallet and handed her some bills. “You have made me a very happy man,” he said. “I’ll leave you now so you can get dressed. Thank you.” As he closed the door behind him, Rebecca counted the bills: there were ten twenties. $200! She contemplated what she’d done until she’d finally justified it: Nobody was hurt, Pamela would never know, and Milton had obviously liked it. She’d enjoyed it, too. This time it had been more leisurely and she had time to think about what she was doing as she brought Milton to orgasm. The taste of his cum lingered in Rebecca’s mouth and she again felt the wetness between her legs.

  She got up long enough to lock the bedroom door, then lied back in bed and unzipped her jeans. Slipping a hand into her panties, Rebecca rubbed her clit while thinking about sucking Milton’s cock. Moments later, she forced herself to remain quiet as her orgasm finally satisfied the itch she’d had since her train ride.

  ♦

  Later, clad in flannel pajamas, Rebecca sat flipping channels until one program caught her attention. Transfixed, she ended up watching Sex and the City non-stop through six episodes, finally falling asleep after 2 a.m. As she slept, she dreamed of herself in New York City.

  Chapter 3

  “You realize a New York hotel room will cost you $200 a night, don’t you?”

  Rebecca sat stunned in Milton’s Carter’s pickup truck, which kicked up dust as it turned onto the road leading toward Exton. Earlier during breakfast, she had surprised Milton and Pamela by telling them she thought it was time she was on her way. They both protested, but Rebecca countered by thanking them profusely for their hospitality and saying she didn’t want to wear out her welcome. Milton had nearly choked on his coffee when Pamela responded by saying, “Honey, we’ve loved having you here. And you’ve done many little jobs around the house that I’ve been dreading having to do myself.”

  Still, Rebecca had held her ground. Her binge-watching of the exploits of Carrie Bradshaw and her friends had introduced her to a world, albeit a fictional one, that she wanted to experience. She’d showered that morning and packed her things, ready to head for Manhattan, and had lied to Pamela when asked whether she knew anyone who lived there. Rebecca was frugal with money and figured she could make her now-$600 nest egg stretch until she got settled in and found work.

  That is, until Milton’s reality check abo
ut hotel costs during their drive to town. “Maybe $150, if you catch a deal,” he continued.

  $150-$200 a night? In Lancaster, you could get a room at the Motel 6 for $39.95 —Rebecca had seen the sign many times.

  Milton read Rebecca’s face and knew. “You don’t really know anyone there, do you?” he asked. She shook her head no. Furthermore, it now appeared she could support herself for maybe three nights at the most. What if she found no work? Even if she managed to get a job, it might not pay her enough to survive.

  Milton spoke again. “Maybe I can help.”

  Rebecca recognized the tone in his voice. A blowjob in the truck for another $200 would buy her more time, and she’d enjoyed her experience so much the day before that she’d secretly wished for another chance before leaving. Still, that amount would cover one additional night. Then what?

  Milton blurted out. “I’m 54 years old and might never again know what it feels like to be with a woman like you. I’ve thought about this a lot since yesterday and I’m prepared to offer you $300 to sleep with me.” Rebecca pondered this: full-on sex, not just playing around. She hadn’t slept with a man since John had passed away two years earlier, though she’d thought about it — even more since accidentally glimpsing that porn magazine image of the Latino forcing his large cock into a woman. Full sex with Milton Carter may have interested her, but she found distasteful the idea of offering herself up for money again. The first time had been a fun experiment, almost a game. A second time would make her feel like a prostitute.