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Rumspringa (Part 2) This happened in the summer of 2007, but contains flashbacks to events which began in Rumspringa (Part 1).My boyfriend and I seem to have a lot of ties to Amish country here in east central Ohio. David designs furniture as a hobby, and has it custom-built by Amish craftsmen, so we frequently drive up to Holmes County to deliver seasoned hardwoods for different projects he's commissioned, or to pick up completed pieces. I have more personal ties, having befriended an Amish girl in college, and through her, coming to know her two younger sisters one summer when I was allowed to visit her family's home in Ohio's Amish country. Kindy was only twelve when my girlfriend Sarah first introduced us, but now, six years later, I knew she must have blossomed into a young woman.She would just be entering that unusual introduction to the outside world known as Rumspringa, when all the strict rules of the Amish Ordnung get thrown out the window, and Amish youth are free to go wild for a time before making the choice to stay in the Amish world. Sarah had spent that rite of passage learning of the 'English' world as an undergrad at Ohio State, majoring in marketing and minoring in lesbian sex with me in the dorm showers. I never knew whether or not she had confided in her sisters that aspect of our 'friendship', but I was guessing she hadn't. Sarah had chosen to stay outside the Amish community after graduation, and we went our separate ways after college. I only hear from her now and then in letters.The weekend before we drove up to Berlin, in the heart of Amish country, I had pulled a muscle in my shoulder and I was barely able to lift my arms over my head, so I was glad David had come shopping with me in the little Amish stores. The general store usually stocked a variety of beautiful calico sundresses in early summer, and I was hoping to try a few on with his help. Naturally, by the time I'd sifted through the racks and picked out a couple of dresses I liked, David had wandered off, so I slipped through the curtain of the dressing room and shimmied out of my jeans, then tried to pull my top and bra off with a painful struggle. After tugging the stretchy bodice of one of the sundresses up snugly over my boobs, I peeked out to see if David was nearby to give me his opinion. No such luck of course!I asked one of the girls behind the counter if she could watch the dressing room and my things while I hunted down my wayward boyfriend. "Beth?" she exclaimed. I looked at her incredulously, and something tickled my memory but she just didn't register. "I'm Kindy! Sarah's sister!" She had grown! The cute little twelve year-old I'd met six years ago was now a tall, slender and very pretty young güvenilir bahis (http://www.nebme.com/) woman. I apologized for not recognizing her and she blushed the most endearing shade of red.I may have been blushing myself, as I remembered my relationship with her sister, and suddenly found myself wondering if Sarah had ever told her about us. We chatted about her family, her summer job here at the mercantile, and what we'd both heard of Sarah's doings. After a pause, she told me to go find David and show him the dress, and she'd watch my things. After tracking him down and doing my twirl for him, I returned to try on the second dress and found Kindy in the dressing stall, hanging up my jeans I had kicked off on the floor. Thanking her, and joking about my carelessness, I explained about my sore shoulder and asked her if she could stay and help me try on the other dress.She blushed again, but I gave her the puppy-face, and she laughed and relented. As I slid out of my dress, Kindy took the other dress off the hanger for me. I watched her avert her glance, and thought back to seeing that same shy look on Sarah's face the first time I stepped into the shower in front of her in our OSU dorm. I wondered if Kindy would ever come to look at a girl the way her sister looked at me that morning we finally made love in the shower.That morning, years ago, had meant so much to me. I pondered how far I would go, what I might do if Sarah asked it of me. The enormity of what she had given me was far from lost on me. This was no ordinary girl, raised in a culture of free sex and experimentation. What I had given her, I had shared with many girls. What she shared with me was singular, unique, and wholly unexpected. Whether or not she would allow it to go further, was what had occupied my mind as the shower washed her slippery juices from my fingers that morning.Our tryst had ended so abruptly, at the sound of intruders discovering us, I didn't even think to taste her! If I never got the chance to press my lips to her pussy, why, oh why did it not occur to me to suck her juices from my fingers before they were washed clean by the shower spray? I simply had to have her. If she demanded monogamy from me, I would give it!"Beth?" Kindy held out a bright yellow calico dress as I stood there half-naked, and startled back to the moment. I broke an embarrassed smile, and chose to step into the dress rather than pull it over my head. After shifting it around my body and getting it hanging straight, I slipped out to find David again."Guess who!" I prodded, as my typical guy turned his attention from some typical guy-thing to his lady. "How do you like the yellow one?""Mmmph!" he mumbled, stuffing the last bite of a cheese sample in güvenilir bahis siteleri (http://www.nebme.com/) his mouth. He picked up another one with a toothpick and pushed it into my mouth. "Good?""Mmmm...nyeah! Kindy's here. She helped me try on this dress.""That's the one," he pointed approvingly. "She know about...?" he began, and I shrugged, pulling the corners of my mouth into a puzzled smile as I swallowed my cheese sample. I poked him in the ribs and he spun me around and gave me a push. When I rounded the corner to the dressing room, Kindy was not at the counter, so I wondered if she could still be waiting for me inside. I quietly pulled the curtain back so as not to startle her, and saw her holding my bra up to her face, breathing through the cup like a face mask.I wanted to back out, but it was too late, and she realized she'd been caught. She was mortified and speechless, and I knew that her strict Amish upbringing only magnified her shame. I quickly tried to pre-empt any proffered explanation or apology, and smiled as I touched her cheek, but she was beet red.I gave her a hug and said, "Hey! You're 18! Its Rumspringa! It's okay. You can do crazy things." I hugged her closer and gave her a kiss. "Here! Help me out of this thing?" I stepped back, and tried to peel myself out of the dress, and when she understood I would truck no shame from her, she reached out to help me, realizing I was having trouble. As I pulled it past my hips, I caught the strings of my panties and pulled them along for the ride, stripping myself completely, knowing that I wanted to let her see all of me.I tossed my hair, just to give her a moment to look, and took my jeans and slid into them bare-assed, my panties still in her hands with my new yellow sundress. She put them down and handed me my bra hesitantly, with a slight blush. The bra I would have to put on. Girls don't go bra-less in Amish country, as I learned years before. She helped me pull on my shirt, and I pulled my panties out of the dress and hung them on a hook. She looked at me quizzically and I said: "I hate those panties. They always pull up into me!" I gave her a wink and she blushed again. We took the dress and she rang it up, and we said our goodbyes.On the ride home, I told David what had happened, and he just smiled, and said Kindy wanted to follow in her sister's footsteps. I gave him a bemused glare over my over-sized sunglasses, and closed my eyes and relaxed for the long ride home. I thought about Sarah.For four years, several of the girls in the two dorms I'd lived in had freely shared themselves with me sexually. We were all serious about grades and studying. Dating, not to mention relationships with guys, was a distraction we couldn't afford. iddaa siteleri (http://www.nebme.com/) Bi-sex was our simple solution; safe, easy and casual. But when Sarah joined that cadre of beautiful girls I turned to for a little sexual release, I knew it was to be different with her.We shared something more that first morning in the shower when we tasted each other for the first time. I was drawn to her as a lover. I wanted more from her, and I knew she wouldn't have shared her body with me unless she knew what was in my heart. That day, I felt desperate to be with her, to continue what we had begun under the shower. I was falling in love. I knew the feeling. But our classes and busy schedules conspired to keep us apart on that day of all days, when all I could do was think about her.The night passed without her. I wondered if she needed time to decide where to take this, or perhaps to back-step from the line of temptation she had crossed that morning, to the safety of her sober Amish upbringing. With all the turmoil I was feeling, I knew she must be in a desperate inner struggle with her heart. Friday morning finally came, and I showered alone, wondering if I had lost her. On my way back to my room, my friend Kala emerged from my doorway, and nodded her head sideways, indicating there was someone in my room waiting for me.Kala retreated down the hall, giving me a curious smile, and as I rounded the corner into my dorm room, Sarah was standing there with an armful of books. But behind the books she wasn't wearing the usual plain gray dress I was accustomed to seeing her in. She wore a new pair of jeans, which her figure filled to perfection, and a knit sweater which I knew, behind those books, her breasts must be filling out beautifully. Sarah smiled and even broke into a bashful laugh, which I knew was an unasked question of how she looked.All I could do was smile. I knew she had made the decision I dreamed she would, and after shaking my head in admiration of her new outfit, she laughed again and told me her room-mate was going home for the weekend, and could I come to her room tonight to talk. My mind flooded with possible scenarios for the evening, but just being with her, just talking, and learning what was in the heart of this girl from so different a culture than mine, was filling me with enough excitement for now. I kissed her and sent her off to class.The day actually passed quickly, and though my preparation for the day's classes had suffered from my emotional distractions of the night before, I escaped any embarrassing exposures in front of my classmates. Ohio State's classes, like the university itself, are in size on a scale of their own. The anonymity one feels in a university larger than many cities is nearly total, so the relationships cultivated there are especially comforting in so uncomfortably vast a community.As night drew on, I showered and shaved, spritzed and primped, but didn't know exactly what I was preparing for.