City Girl, Country Boy

By Priscilla Laster

This is a sweet tale of a young city SIZZLER who finds herself sweating next to her 'country-bumpkin' during farming duties. Love can be the common-ground that bridges many gaps in culture and social dynamics. This is tale embodies this beautiful happening. Enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Laster
• Release date: Feb 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311806888

Priscilla Laster

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City Girl

Country Boy

By: Priscilla Laster

SMASHWORDS Exclusive

Fiction, Non-Erotic, Romance

This is a sweet tale of a young city girl who finds herself in sweating next to her country-bumpkin during farming duties. There are no intense sexual scenes in this non-erotic read, Just two young people utilizing love as their common ground.

Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

Chapter 01

Down on the Farm Eddie Johnson stands on the front porch of his family's two story farm house surveying the surrounding countryside. The first rays of sunlight had just lit up the seemingly endless golden wheat fields that lay in front of the house. To the side towards Barbara's house was almost a half mile long field of seven foot tall corn stalks. The only sound that broke the morning silence was that of a tractor somewhere off in the distance. Most city folk were now just waking up to start their day, but not Eddie, he was a country boy. He has been awake since four thirty this morning helping his family milk the fifty or so head of dairy cows. Eddie was a country boy having grown up on a dairy farm in the upper mid-western part of the United States. His parents thought that he was a good boy always there to lend a helping hand with the endless chores on a dairy farm. His family owned about six hundred acres of land of which about one hundred acres was used to pasture cows and the rest was planted with crops mostly corn and wheat. Their two story house was on a long dirt road off the main highway that they shared with two other farm families. His closest neighbors were the Anderson's who lived down past his house about a half mile and the Green's who lived down past the Anderson's, about a mile from Eddie's house. Mr. and Mrs. Iverson were a young couple in their late twenty's with three young children, the oldest being eight years old. The Andersons had a son, Matt who was seventeen and a daughter Barbara who was the only other kid on the road that was close to his age. Eddie was thirteen and Barbara is twelve. Eddie was the youngest of the Johnson children having two older twin sisters Sara and Sally who were fifteen. Eddie was at that awkward age just before starting puberty. He's a tall almost five foot nine scrawny kid who had amazingly grown five inches in the past six months. His bones had grown, but the rest of him isn't quite there yet. He looks at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw an almost embarrassing body. His knee and elbow joints looks adult sized, but from there his arms and legs tapered down to about half that size to pitifully small arm and leg muscles. Barbara could hardly contain herself looking at Eddie's skinny carcass. She laughed as she tells her mother,

Eddie is so skinny he looks like a scarecrow.

Barbara! her mother scolded her,

You shouldn't talk about Eddie that way.

I'm sorry mom. He just looks so funny especially when he wears shorts.

Go ahead and laugh now Barbara, but in a year or two when his muscles catch up to his bones he'll probably look a lot like his father. Barbara's eyes grew large. She had always thought that Mr. Johnson was very handsome.

Really mom? she told Barbara while nodding her head.

Like father like son. You just wait and see; the girls will be flocking around him begging for his attention.

She looks at Barbara and was quiet until she was sure she had her full attention and said in a low stern voice,

Eddie likes you Barbara. Barbara looks away from her mother's gaze while turning a deep shade of crimson and shyly said,

Aww mom, he does not!

Oh yes he does Honey, I've seen the way he looks at you.

Barbara is also at that awkward age just at the beginning stages of puberty. She's a petite five foot two with deeply tanned arms and legs from spending endless hours outside. Her mother had bought her two training bras a few months ago when her breasts began developing, signaling the beginnings of womanhood. Barbara thought that the bras were too confining and uncomfortable so on most days she didn't wear them, choosing baggy shirts to cover her budding breasts. Barbara locked her bedroom door and removed her clothes looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of her door. Her breasts had grown only slightly in the few months since her nipples swelled. Her areolas were only slightly pinker than the surrounding skin of her breast. She often looks at her mother's C-cup breasts and ponders how long it