This was a long time ago when I was younger. Amish/Mennonite communities are region specific and can vary depending on region. So in the interest of anonymity I won't go too deep into specific culture. Someone could go, "This sounds like this Amish community" and potentially narrow it down. Though I guess it doesn't matter because I was spending this summer away from home with a friend but I still would rather keep anonymity.

Obligatory everyone in this post was 18 .

An old friend of mine's family owns property in a rural area. It's quite beautiful. Big open plains and lots of land. They let us(me, friend, and a couple other friends) stay there over the summer so long as we kept it nice looking. There were also some cleaning/painting/minor construction projects we had to get done but it was worth it and fun. Housekeeping was part of the deal.

Outside of my interactions with the girl I do not want to delve too deeply into anything else. We were right outside a big Amish community. I don't know how much knowledge or experience my readers have with them. But the town was just like any other town, just more Amish friendly I guess. There were places to park horses and lots of shops with their lifestyle in mind. There were still regular mainstream places like popular pizza chains, gas stations, drug stores etc. But mostly there were just lots of Amish run stores. A lot of furniture stores or places to buy horse supplies.

The food in that area was to DIE for. Everything tasted so fresh. There was a small Amish bakery that made the best apple pie I've ever had. That's where she worked. She was an adorable girl with light brown hair. And for that summer she was everything. The majority of my romances have been with women. This didn't last long but we were so drawn to each other. I remember going in there with my friends and she was behind the counter stuttering while talking to me. I dumbly asked for her number and my friends giggled because she was dressed in full Amish clothing. She said I could call the store and ask for her.

I was pretty unsure of where this was going because Amish people can be very nice. They are just abundantly kind to everyone. If you are broken down on the side of the rode they will help you and give you a good meal. They'd give you the clothes off their backs. I was never big into religion but being in that kind of tight knit community where everyone helps everyone was the most "holy" I felt. It had little to do with God. I'm not confirming or denying his existence. But it was just the people. They were kind. You could leave your door unlocked. You could walk around at 3 am alone and not be afraid. Sure there were no night clubs or anything like that but I felt so wholesome there.

The next day I went to the bakery alone. I asked her name. I complimented her smile. She called me "pretty lady." That's how she referred to me affectionately once our relationship became whatever it was. Pretty lady. Again, I don't want to get too deep into the specifics of her culture but if you understand the general idea of it then you can imagine. She was heavily into religion. Which meant she felt extremely guilty about whatever was happening. I'd see genuine fear in her eyes sometimes when we'd talk. I could tell she was into me and felt comfortable but I would touch her arm and she'd look scared. And not on that "hot girl is touching me and I'm nervous" scared. But it was a deep fear and I don't blame her. If I thought something would damn me or push me from the tight knit community I would feel the same.

I knew she was nervous and honestly I just enjoyed being around her. It didn't show to be sexual. I thought she was sweet and kind and funny. We would teach each other new things. We respected each other. I never pushed her into drinking or doing anything she didn't want. One time I took her to the house and my friends were smoking weed and that made her uncomfortable so we just hung out outside.

All intimate actions were initiated by her. She would hold my hand if we were alone. She would write me letters. I learned a lot about Amish people. When I picked her up in a car I was like, "you're probably not used to this" and apparently she had driven before and I looked silly. Her family owned the bakery. I haven't been around in a while but I bet it I went back there she'd still be there. Probably running the place.

She kissed me for the first time and apologized and I said it was okay. I kissed her the second time. It was honestly quite sad sometimes because she'd kiss me or put her hand on my thighs and then apologize and pray about it. She never got upset with me. Just herself. I almost wish she got upset with me instead.

We were in a field one night on a blanket kissing and she was gasping just from my lips touching her neck. I was kissing and licking her neck. I asked if I could feel her breasts and she nodded. I felt them. I asked if I could do more and she nodded. I felt down her clothes and rubbed her pussy until she came. That was her first orgasm. I was her first for many things. First kiss. First relationship, or whatever it was.

We were hot and heavy for a while after that. I'd go to her job just to eat her pussy in the backroom on the desk. It was really nice seeing her become more comfortable with sex and nudity. She'd just look at my naked body like she was trying to memorize me. I think she knew that this was something that would end one day. And it did. She was okay with kissing and touching me and making me cum but she never went down on me. She'd get her face up close and finger me. Hell she even kissed my pussy before. But I guess that made it too real. Cultural internalized homophobia is hard to shake.

We went out on dates. I'd take her somewhere people weren't familiar with her and we had fun. I don't want to say she got to be normal because she wasn't abnormal. She enjoyed her life and I enjoyed mine. She didn't feel like she was missing something in the same way I didn't look at her life and feel like I was missing something by not being part of it. We were just two people with different backgrounds snd perspectives and really dug each other.

She would begin her letters with "Dear pretty girl." We kissed in cars a lot. For obvious reasons I couldn't really go visit her home or be around there. But she told me about her family and her siblings. I really liked her. The sex was fun but it was more just the connection. I would have felt just as satisfied if all we did was talk and hold each other's hand.

She spent a lot of time naked in the room I was staying in. I think about her from time to time. I hope she's happy with the family she wanted. I know orgasms didn't come easy to her. I hope her husband can satisfy her.

Sorry if this post wasn't all that taboo or salacious but it's been on my mind. My fondest memory with her is skinny dipping. Just the two of us. It felt good seeing her be free. I enjoyed the whole day. Driving and listening to music she never heard and doing new things she never did. We kissed a lot. A minute wouldn't pass when we were together without our lips touching.