I was born and raised in Camloops, Canada. My parents named me Victoria after the city, because it's one of their favorite places, and had been where they'd honeymooned. Based on the math, chances are pretty good that I was made there too. Mom describes me as 'wholesome' but I think that means medium everything, right as you expect it to be. But I do love my long mahogany hair with its natural red highlights.
I'd just turned twenty, and was working as a waitress in a diner in Toronto, taking classes toward my nursing degree, when I met Blake. He was in town for an agricultural symposium, and had come in for breakfast. Things were slow so I chatted a while with him. He was nice. Really nice. I did something I never had done before, and gave him my number.
A year later we were wed, and I moved down to Nebraska, where Blake had a smallish dairy farm. The next couple years were awesome. I learned a lot about farming, and Blake and I were a really close couple. Being both only children, it was novel for us both to have someone else our own age to live with. We made the most of it.
It was in the spring when we got the diagnosis. It was a particularly aggressive form of leukemia. And despite availing ourselves of the latest cutting edge treatments, it took Blake down fast. By the end of the Summer I found myself standing at his graveside, a pile of medical bills and a farm to keep running. I needed help. I took out an ad.
August's resume looked like the best fit. She was working on a ranch in Montana, but it was more Big Agro than she felt she was suited for. We talked several times on the phone before I decided to pull the trigger. There was something in her voice, a soothing low alto with just a hint of a butchy edge to it, which left you with a feeling that she couldn't be anything but genuine if she tried.
Our talks hadn't quite prepared me for the woman who showed up at my door. Shit kicker work boots, baggy bib overalls, and a pale long sleeved cotton shirt. Six feet tall and jacked, with a pair of breasts that could feed a village, tanned as only someone who works outdoors gets. She looked like a professional wrestler, her long blonde hair gathered in a ponytail ending below her shapely ass. Sparkling green eyes. It was hard not to stare at the woman.
She shook my hand. Firm and strong. "Hi. I'm August. You must be Mrs. Burke." She sounded just like she did on the phone, only more resonant.
"Victoria, or Tory if you want." I replied. "Nice to finally meet you. Let me show you your room."
I waved her inside. She strode in. That's the only way I can describe it. She walked like a panther, deliberate, fluid, and above all strong. We climbed the stairs and I familiarized her with the layout. The bathroom, my room, and a couple other bedrooms of which she could choose whichever she liked best.
We soon settled into a good routine. I did most of the household chores, and we split the cooking. We worked side by side, and soon had developed a relationship that went deeper that employer-employee. It was more of a partnership.
It was one of those mid fall hot days. We were working in the hay barn in shorts and T-shirts, soaked through with sweat, when I saw the bulge. It was unmistakable. I just pointed to it and said "What's that."
August looked down and then looked at me in sheepish embarrassment. "It's my cock." She stuttered.
"It's bulging like..."I started.
"I was looking at your ass...sorry." She confessed.
"You're really a guy? You hide it really well!" I said.
"Not a guy, I'm futa." She corrected.
"What's that?" I wondered.
"I'm female. I have a pussy, but I also have a cock and balls." She said.
"And you were getting turned on?" I confirmed.
"I'm sorry. I was. I like women. I'll keep a lid on it, okay? I don't want this to screw things up." She said.
"It's...not going to. Don't worry." I assured her.
