This is a rewrite of a previous story of mine. Parts of the story are real, most is made up, and happened a long time ago. I don't claim to be a writer, just telling a story. Please keep in mind that we all were young and naive at some time in our lives. The pictures are not me, but they are close when I was younger. I hope you enjoy the story, Enjoy Comments are welcome.
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My name is Mary, a small town girl raised on a small farm in northern Illinois. My parents were very young when they were married, nineteen and twenty respectively. My mother was a small petite woman who was, and still is, very beautiful. My father is of average height and weight but also very handsome in a rugged sort of way.
I was raised on a small, one hundred eighty acre farm that my father farmed. While we made a modest living, money was always tight trying to make ends meet. We raised some cattle, hogs, chickens, and had around twenty five milk cows. Due to the demands of the milk cows we rarely ever went on vacations.
As soon as I was old enough I began to help with the chores around the farm. I would help feed the small calves, making many of them my pets, also washing the milking machines after dad had finished milking. I learned how to drive a tractor when I was 12 and would take wagon loads of hay from the field after bailing.
We also had a large vegetable garden which I helped with as we canned a lot of vegetables. I learned how to cook for the guys when they came in from the fields. I can't say I was the best cook, but I learned pretty fast and no one complained about my cooking.
I eventually ended up with sisters who were much younger than I was so they were not able to help around the farm until much later in my life. I really enjoyed working around the farm, since it was the way I was raised, I couldn't think of any other way of living. My dad was a very religious man and very much a stern disciplinarian. More than once I had felt his belt slapping my butt when I screwed up.
I was very lucky in that I inherited my mothers good-looks genes. Unfortunately I did not inherit her petite frame. Although I only grew to five foot two inches tall, and a brunette, I was what we called large boned. I was always a little on the heavy side, I prefer to call myself "curvy."
Where as my mother wore a 32A bra I was already up to a 32C size bra. I had a small twenty two inch waist, which made my boobs and ass both look bigger than they really were. I had a nice round, firm ass that I always thought was too big, but that was the hand I was dealt.
I always counted my many and obvious blessings. As I had just turned eighteen, I realized that I was developing into a very beautiful woman with a very firm and curvy body. I was a good student, being on the honor roll more often than not.
I was blessed with a very outgoing personality, making friends very easily. Between my good looks and personality I always had a date for all the school functions. I was never in a serious relationship with any one boy as my father was always preaching to me about boys, sex, and sin. I have to admit that I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't promiscuous either.
Quite by accident I found out my parents had to get married. It was a fate that I didn't want to happen to me. I'm sure that is why my parents kept such close tabs on me while I was going thru my dating process.
Entering the summer before my senior year I asked my father if I could get a summer job to earn some extra money, which I never had any extra of. My sisters were now old enough to start helping around the farm with chores so my working wouldn't be a burden to my father.
I applied at several business and the small manufacturing plant in town with no success. As luck would have it my father was very good friends with a local bar owner, Steve, who also owned the small theater in town.
Steve was a dark haired, good looking man I would say in his mid thirties. Even though my father was a religious man, he wasn't adverse to an occasional drink, or three or four. Steve asked my father if he thought I would be interested in working at the theater during the summer for him. I was elated and thrilled upon hearing about this job opportunity. I immediately, eagerly, accepted the minimum wage job.
The theater was open weekdays from six to around ten, weekends from noon to ten. I worked three evenings shifts and the weekends. I was very fortunate to work with a school friend of mine named Kathy.
We would alternate taking tickets and running the concession stand. Steve, the owner would come over and change the movie reels when needed as his bar was right across the street. Since the theater only seated around seventy five people, once the movie started one of us would watch the movie while the other one ran the concession stand.
It was my second week of working at the theater when it was my turn to watch the movie. We always sat in the back row so if we were needed to help the other person out we were close at hand. I was sitting in the back row when a tall, dark-haired, good looking guy sat down next to me.
I was kind of surprised as there many seats available closer to the screen. After a short time he held out his hand and introduced himself as Jack. I returned his handshake and told him my name was Mary. The movie had an intermission which allowed the patrons to go to the bathroom, or buy some more snacks. It was during this time that Steve would come over from his bar and change the movie reels.
Jack approached the concession stand, purchased a box of popcorn and started to talk to me. He told me he lived in a near by town that didn't have a movie theater. He was twenty four years old, worked construction, and was a movie buff. He also explained that he had hurt his back and was waiting for the doctor to release him so he could go back to work. In the meantime he was killing time by going to movies.
As the movie resumed we returned to our seats in the back row. Jack shared his popcorn with me as we engaged in some small talk. When the movie ended Jack leaned over, kissed me, which shocked me. He said, "I hope to see you again.
" I replied, "I certainly hope so."
The next evening, as the movie started, I took my customary seat in the back row. Just as the movie was starting Jack walked in and sat down next to me. Jack looked at me with a big smile on his face, leaned over and kissed me. I wasn't so bashful this time as I eagerly returned his kiss. I was flattered that this good looking, older guy was interested in me. It wasn't long before we really started to kiss in earnest.
Being in the back of the dark theater we could see anyone coming or leaving the theater, so we always on alert as to not attract any unwanted attention. As our kissing heated up I felt a hand begin to fondle my breast. I was shocked and immediately removed his hand from my breast. Jack kept trying to feel my breasts up as I constantly removed his hand from it's intended destination.
