Swapping T-Shirts

When I was young, every summer the farms around where I lived would need extra help to get in the hay. Everyone did small square bales back then, and that meant manual labor. The thing was that although the job paid great it was not a regular job. The hours were always subject to change with the weather, break downs or hay production. You had little notice when you were needed and then it was only for a few days. You also had to work on your own family farm so you had to work it around that. Yet since every farmer needed the extra help it was like all the kids were a labor pool to be exploited.

I liked working the hay because it allowed me to have spending money. Sure I was "paid" working for my dad but farming is a long term paying type of job. I didn't get actually paid for my labor but in the winter I would get money to go to the movies and the like.

It was the summer I just turned 18 and the hay season started. The first job I heard about was at the Wilson Dairy Farm. I had worked for the Wilson's before. I showed up on the appointed day and there were four other people. The Wilson's only really need four laborers but you never knew what kind of quality you would get so the first day most farmers would have extras. Then at lunch they would get rid of the lazy, slow or stupid.

In addition to myself there were the Hanson brothers, Bill and Ted. I had worked with them before. They worked hard and usually worked the conveyor. In case you don't know the conveyor is what gets the bales from the wagon up into the hay loft. It was a tricky job. You couldn't overload because it would jam. You also couldn't go to fast because the people unloading would get overwhelmed. There was also a guy I didn't know. He must have been new in our area. I was pretty sure he wouldn't make the cut. His hands had no calluses on them, dead give away. The last person in the group was none other than Cooper Banks, my high school crush.

He was a year older than me and had just graduated. I'm sure that he didn't even know I existed before today. He was pretty popular at school and never lacked for female attention. Cooper was born on a farm on a different bus route from me so I never had a chance to be noticed by him. Yet here he was in the flesh.

The way haying worked most times is you went out with a wagon and while the farmer drove you loaded the wagon. One person on the wagon and a couple passing bales up. Other times the bales were made and delivered to the wagon and then you piled them on the wagon. In this case it was both types. Mr. Wilson was the baling onto one wagon while the new guy stacked. Meanwhile us four took turns driving and loading/stacking another wagon.

Once we had some wagons loaded people would then work on loading the hay into the barn while, others collected more hay. At lunch time, as I suspected, the new guy was let go. Blisters on his hands he was done. This left Bill loading the conveyor and Cooper and I loading the hay mow in the barn. Ted continued stacking bales on the wagon that Mr. Wilson was making. It's hard work but you are so busy it goes fast. Soon enough the day was over and Mr. Wilson paid us. Then he asked us to be back tomorrow. That's another good thing, cash at the end of the day. We all said we would be back tomorrow and went to leave.

I ended up walking beside Cooper and I was desperate to think of something to say to him. He was wearing a Van Halen concert t-shirt so I asked him about it,

"Cooper that's a nice shirt did you like the concert?"

"Oh ya, those guys were great, I'd go see them again. You have a pretty nice shirt on too."

Now I was wearing the usual kind of t-shirt for this work. Long sleaves to protect the arms and well worn. It was too small for me so it was pretty tight across the chest. I was pretty proud of my chest that had developed over the past year. One of my boyfriends said my tits were the perfect size, just more than a hand full. This is before the day's of sports bras so I had on a plain white bra that I am sure was transparent at this point from all the sweat. Did I mention that hay was hot sweaty work? It is. My shirt had a John Deere tractor on it and said, "Born to Farm." I'm not sure what made me do it but I blurted out before thinking,

"If you like it I would swap it for yours."

Cooper looked at me to see if I was serious,

"Sure, I will get my mom to wash it and bring it for you tomorrow."

The look on his face was priceless when I replied,

"We can swap now."

and with that I pulled my shirt over my head. The look on Cooper's face was priceless. First there was shock and then as he took in my transparent bra and prominent nipples his looked turned to lust. Ted and Bill noticed and their tongues were hangout out of their mouths. Not to be outdone Cooper quickly peeled off his t-shirt. We were almost at his truck and my bike at this point. As I put on his shirt I could smell the distinct combination of Cooper, hay and sweat. At this point Bill and Ted had left. The smell of the shirt must have been really intoxicating because it made me really bold,

"Hey Cooper maybe we could trade something else."

He was holding my shirt in his hand and his bare chest was making it hard for me to breath.

"Sure Jill what else did you have in mind?"

"If you give me and my bike a lift home we could trade washing one another's back in the shower."

Once again the look on his face was priceless. It went from shock to desire. I notice a bulge form in his pants. He noticed I noticed,

"Sure Jill, let's go."

He put my bike in the back of the truck. It was only 2 miles to my parents farm so we didn't talk besides me giving him directions. I was really nervous because I had never done anything like this before. My mom was in town at her part time job, my dad was off somewhere on the farm and my siblings had all moved out.

Now this is not to say I was an innocent virgin. I had found my three older brother's stash of porn magazines when I was fourteen. I had also heard and seen them in action when they thought they were alone with girls. By 18 I figured I had a pretty good working knowledge of the 'birds and the bees.' My mom also knew what was going to happen as I matured so I was on the pill. Since my hips and breasts had filled out I had had a few boyfriends and slept with two of them. I'm sure Cooper was more experienced but let's just say I knew what I was getting into.

When we arrived I led him into our house and our bathroom. I was so nervous at this point I didn't know what to do next. Cooper took over, he knew what to do. He kissed me. He was a good kisser and soon we were tongue wresting while Cooper started to feel my breasts. His lips felt great and his hands on my breasts even better. I helped him get my shirt off and he undid my bra. Then he said something that made my pussy drool.

"Jill I'm going to lick the sweat off your tits."

I'm not sure why I liked that so much but I did. He began to kiss and lick my breasts. Cooper was very systematic and I'm sure he got every drop of sweat! He also had me really worked up. I didn't know if I could orgasm from someone just playing with my tits but I seemed close. When he nipped one of my nipples with his teeth I moaned loudly. He continued to pleasure my breasts with his mouth while his hands worked on getting off my pants. My panties went with them and his fingers found my soaking wet center.

It felt so good and I was so caught up in the moment I didn't realize I was naked and he was still dressed. I had to get to his cock! As he worked his magic fingers in my vagina and on my clit I got his shirt off. He was circling my nub as I got his pants off. My hand reached into his underwear and felt his cock. As I started to stroke it I noticed it wasn't very big. I didn't have that much experience but when I pulled it out of his underwear I noticed it was the smallest I had ever seen. It wasn't tiny or anything like that. but the other two were bigger. It didn't take me very long stroking, maybe a minute before he was shooting cum all over my leg. It didn't surprise me he had a hair trigger, so did the other guys I had been with.

I didn't have much time to dwell on it however as he redoubled his efforts on my clit and I climaxed on his hand.

I turned on the shower as we took off our socks and got in the shower. Cooper answered the question in my head about his recovery time before I could even reach the soap. His cock was hard again pressing against me. My next question was about how long he would last this time and boy did he have the right answer! Cooper picked me up and my legs naturally came up and locked behind him as he entered me. He might not have been that big but he knew all the right angles as he plowed me against the wall. It seemed to go on for glorious forever until my eyes rolled back in my head and my pussy exploded. Cooper followed me over the top and shot his seed into my vagina.

We then actually began to wash one another. This led to more stroking, rubbing, fondling, kissing, sucking and we ran out of hot water. We started laughing at the situation as we got out and dried off. I lent Cooper a clean shirt and pants from my Dad so he didn't have to put his work clothes back on. He would bring them back tomorrow when he picked me up to go back to Wilson's Dairy.

The next day I was ready and jumped in Cooper's truck as soon as he stopped in our laneway. We each leaned over and kissed like we had done this a thousand times. Soon enough we were back at the hay and the day evaporated. My mom was going to be home so after work I had Cooper drive me to a spot nearby that I knew would afford us some privacy. When we arrived I told him to stop and he grinned. Soon we were making out. We didn't have much time so we quickly got our pants off and Cooper pushed inside me. It felt so good going in but in only a minute or two I felt him ejaculate. I was disappointed but only for a few seconds. Cooper never pulled out he just took a few breaths and kept going. His cock was still hard!

Once again he worked my pussy with his cock making sure I came before he did. We put our pants back on and left. Cooper then dropped me off with a promise to see me tomorrow. It would be our last day at Wilson's Dairy and I didn't want to even think about what would happen after that. I was hoping for a lot of things but I didn't want to screw it up so I said nothing.

The next day Cooper picked me up and gave me a kiss. It was particularly hot that day and we were a really hot sweaty mess by lunch. After lunch Mr. Wilson told us that once he dropped off the last wagon he had to go but his wife would pay us once we finished putting the hay away. The day ended with Bill and Ted working the conveyor and Cooper and I stacking the hay in the loft. When the last bale came off the conveyor they turned off the motor and called out they were heading out.

There was sweat pouring off of us and we were covered in dust and hay bits. We stacked the last bales and then I looked at Cooper,

"I must be quite a sight today."

"You look great to me, ever fucked in the loft?"

I didn't even get to answer before his lips met mine. It was a gross flavor of dust and hay so we took a drink before resuming making out.

Now Cooper had a big water jug that he would fill about 1/3 and then put in the freezer overnight. It would keep his water nice a cool all day and he could even refill it at lunch with ice left. After we drank Cooper tore my clothes off and then grabbed what was left of the ice from his jug. It was a piece about the size of a small fist. As he kissed me he began circling my nipples with it.

It was deliciously exciting as the cold sent two kinds of shivers through me body. One shiver was due to temperature and the other due to the sexual stimulation. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more he slipped it down my stomach, slowly over my clit and into my pussy. I lost my mind! His mouth engulfed my left breast and his left hand my right breast. I came!

He then dropped his pants and underwear bent me over a hay bale and slammed into me. My mind was in overload, I didn't think I could handle any more stimulation but Cooper had other ideas. He slipped the last bit of ice into my ass! He told me later I squealed a moan. I didn't know because I was overcome with the most intense orgasm of my young life. Cooper didn't last much longer on the first one like usual but I didn't care because when he came I did again!

I put my clothes back on and Cooper pulled up his pants. We then went to go see Mrs. Wilson about our pay. She had a smirk on her face when she greeted us at the door,

"I thought you forgot about pay and left."

Cooper did some quick thinking,

"We just were making sure everything was good before we left, we ah... didn't want to leave a mess and leave a bad impression."

Mrs. Wilson was not buying what Cooper was selling. There was laughter in her eyes as she gave us our pay. We climbed into Cooper's truck for the short ride to my house and I thought I better say something. I tried not to sound needy, desperate or unsophisticated,

"Ah Cooper I was wondering about the rest of the summer?"

Cooper gave me a wide grin,

"Look Jill you and I can have a great summer of fun together if that's what your asking."

"That would be great Cooper."

"but, lets face the facts. You are going to stick around here and be a farmer. Me, I'm going to college in the fall and I'm not coming back. Farming is nice but I want something different. But, like I said if you want a summer of fun together with me then how about you and I go on a date this coming Friday?"

My crush was offering me the summer. Even though he made it very clear to me what kind of relationship he wanted I knew I could get him to love me by the end of August. Regardless I was so happy he wanted to take me on a date and not just fuck me,

"That would be great Cooper, a summer of fun, or is it going to be a summer of lovin?"

"Either way it's going to be great Jill"

I told him to stop on the side of the road. I slid over the bench seat at this point and gave him a kiss. Then I fished his cock out of his pants. Yes it was covered in sweat, hay and me! But, I didn't care. I slowly took all of it in my mouth. It didn't even reach my throat, no complaints from me. I continued to lick and suck his cock until he shot his load into my mouth. He had a huge smile on his face as dropped my off. Mom was home so no inviting him in but I would see him in 2 days.

We had a great summer of fun and lovin. We had sex everywhere, his house, my house, his truck, in the pond, in the meadow, you get the idea. We even had sex on the job in two more hay lofts! It was two horny teenagers doing what horny teenagers do best.

At the end of the summer I believed I loved Cooper and he loved me. Cooper very gently reminded me of what it really was. Lust. On what was to be our last date ever Cooper gave me a gift.

"Jill this was an amazing summer I will never forget. I got you this little gift to remind you of our summer of fun."

I unwrapped it and it was a framed photograph of Cooper somehow wearing my John Deere "Born to Farm" t-shirt. He had torn it in more than one place to get it on and it looked kind of goofy. It was like a poor imitation of the incredible Hulk. Yet he looked great to me, it seemed like he was looking right into my soul. It made me cry.

"Come on Jill lighten up it's just a picture, I have a better one of you in my Van Halen t-shirt with no bra that I'm taking to school."

That just made me cry more. Sue me. I was 18 and he was my first crush and my first love after all.

We didn't see one another again until after Cooper graduated college. I was married and living on our farm with my husband when Cooper was home to say goodbye to his parents before he went off to Miami to his new job. When I saw him for just a second time stood still and I wanted to drag him off to a hay loft. The second passed and I knew that I loved my husband and would never cheat on him. We spoke briefly because we both were in a hurry to be somewhere else. Then he was gone and I haven't seen him since.

But I'll always fondly remember our summer of lovin.