“Hey there Billy! A bunch of us is goin’ out ta the lake tammara, wanna go?” Tammy said when Billy answered the phone.

“I cain’t ... Pa wants me to plow the south field ... I’ll be plowin’ near the whole afternoon!” Billy said sadly.

“Aw shoot! Gonna be a hot day ... woulda been a good day fer swimmin’,” Tammy said.

“Yeah, but Pa’ll skin me alive if’n I don’ git the plowin’ done,” Billy said. “But you go ‘head ‘n’ have fun. We’ll go swimmin’ ‘nother time.”

“Well, don’ figger it’ll be much fun if’n you ain’t there, but awl right. Jus don’ wear youself to a frazzle tamarra ... I may come by ta see ya after we gets back,” Tammy said.

“I won’t,” he said, then hung up the phone. Billy was glum – he would have loved to go swimming with his friends and especially with Tammy. He hadn’t said anything to anyone, but he was sweet on her. And he took every opportunity he could to be with her.

But he had chores to do. The family farm had to be plowed so it could be planted before it got too late in the season. And his father counted on him to get the field ready.

The next day Billy got up with the sun and got ready to get started plowing. After wolfing down a good breakfast (he would need it) he went out to the barn and fueled up the tractor. Then he drove it out to the south field and began plowing.

It was indeed a warm day that day, and Billy took his shirt off because he was sweating. He was glad he brought his hat out with him to help keep his head cool and had a big jug of icewater to drink. It helped with the dusty, dirty work. He had gotten about a quarter of the way through the field when he saw a figure at the far side of the field approaching him. As he got closer he recognized Tammy.

He pulled up alongside her and shut the tractor off. “Tammy! Whatcha doin’ here. I figgered you’d be neck deep in th’ lake ‘bout now!” he said.

“I wuz gunna go, but it wouldn’t be no fun without ya there, so I made us a picnic lunch. I figgered you ‘n’ me could plow the field t’gether fer a bit,” she said, showing him the picnic basket.

Billy smiled and took the basket setting it down by his seat and then helped Tammy climb up onto the tractor. She took a place standing behind Billy and hanging on to his shoulders. “I’m shore glad ya came by Tammy,” he said, as he started the tractor back up. She smiled and rode with him as he plowed a few more rows, just enjoying being with her boyfriend.

After a little while she commented, “I don’t know how you do all this Billy ... it looks so complicated!”

“It ain’t so hard. Here swap places with me ‘n’ I’ll show ya!” he said.

“Really? I kin plow fer a bit?” she asked.

“Shore why not – ya cain’ hurt nuthin’! he chuckled. He got up and moved around behind her as Tammy took the seat of the tractor. She looked at all the levers and buttons on the dash and scratched her head. “Okay, how ya do this?” she said.

“Well this here lever raises ‘n’ lowers th’ plow blade. This’n here changes th’ angle of it. This lever puts the tractor in whatever gear ya want. Yur gas is on the right pedal ‘n’ brake on the left jus’ like a car. See that stick out front? That’s yore aimin’ stick. Keep the stick in line with the row yore plowin’, and you’ll go straight as an arrow!” he explained.

“That’s a powerful lot ta ‘member!” she said.

“Well oncet ya got thangs set, all ya gots ta do is keep it goin’ straight!” he said, grinning, “Let me hep ya.” He set everything for Tammy and then let her drive. She liked the feel of the tractor and the vibrations coming up from the seat had a rather unusual effect of her. She began to get ... aroused from the vibrations and was soon squirming in her seat.

“What’s a matter with ya, Tammy? Yore squirming round like ya got ants in yer britches!” he laughed.

“Can’t hep it ... the vibrashuns from the tractor are making my butt feel funny!” she said.

“Yeah, a couple hours a plowing ‘n’ it’ll get plumb numb! Sumtimes I cain’t even walk fer a bit after I finish plowin’!” he said.

They continued plowing another couple rows and then decided to eat Tammy’s picnic lunch. He lifted the plow blade at the end of the row and they turned toward the barn.

He pulled the tractor over close to the barn and shut it off. Tammy hopped off the tractor and when she had gotten a few feet away she called back “Hurry up Billy Willy, I’m hungry!” she teased. She knew that he hated being called that name and she did it just to get his goat.

“I told you afore, Tammy Raye Foster, don’t call me that!” he said in mock anger.

“Don’t ferget the picnic basket, Billy Willy!” she said again.

“I’m gonna git you, girl!” he said, snatching the basket and heading for her at a run. Tammy squealed and turned for the barn. She ran in as fast as she could and scampered up the ladder to the hayloft. Billy rounded the corner of the barn and made it inside just as she ran across the top of the hayloft. He saw the dust and hay bits falling from the loft and knew she had gone up there.

“I’m gonna git you, Tammy!” he taunted as he walked slowly into the barn. He heard her shuffling around upstairs, but he acted as if he didn’t. “Where you at, Tammy? When I find you I’m gonna tickle you till you wet your knickers!” he said. He knew Tammy was very ticklish and he often tickled her when they played like this.

He looked up at the loft. “Are ya up in th’ loft, Tammy?” he said. he began climbing up the ladder talking to her, knowing that he was driving her crazy.

He started walking towards the far end of the loft where he knew she was hiding. “This here loft only got one way in and one way out, Tammy. If’n yore up here, yore stuck!” he said, teasing her some more. He came around a stack of last years’ hay bales and saw her pushed up into a corner of the barn. “There ya are! Now I’m gonna git ya good, girl!”

“Billy Williams, don’t you dare! Billy please! No Billy, you know I’m ticklish! Billy stop! Oh God, Billy!” she said, trying to get him to stop before he got to her. But Billy was going to have his revenge. He walked slowly towards her wiggling his fingers in mock tickling motions.

Tammy pressed herself further into the corner but she had no place else to go. Finally he got close enough to pounce on her.

“BILLY!” she squealed as he began tickling her. She instantly started wriggling and squirming, struggling even as she laughed hysterically.

Billy could have done just what he threatened – he could have tickled her till she peed herself. She was that ticklish. But instead he tickled her for a couple moments and then his tickling turned into a tender moment and he looked down at the beautiful young girl who he was so fond of.

“I’m really glad ya didn’t go to the lake taday without me. I’m glad ya came ta see me Tammy,” he said.

“Me too,” Tammy said. He leaned down and kissed her and she put her arms around his neck pulling him down on top of her. They deepened their kiss and his hands moved around to run up and down her sides.

Tammy then rolled over, pulling Billy down onto the loft floor and rolling up on top of him, straddling his hips. As she sat there on his hips, she untied her shirt (she had it tied up just under her breasts, crop-top style), and she opened it. Under her shirt she had a tube top acting as a bra – she rarely wore a bra and her tube top was a lot more comfortable than a bra.

Billy ran his hands up her sides until he got to the bottom of her tube-top bra. She looked down at him waiting to see if he would continue silently hoping he would. He saw the anticipation in her eyes and knew that she wanted this as much as he did.

Until now they had only kissed and played little “feeling up” games. But they were older now, and it was time to move things up a notch. Neither Billy or Tammy had ever had sex before, so this was new to them both. But both of them knew that this was right.

Billy pushed up on her tube top bra and Tammy’s young but ample tits. “Dang Tammy, you always did have a smokin’ body girl!” he said admiring his best girl.

“Thanks Sugar, I’m glad you like it,” she said, blushing.

“Like it? Heck Tammy, a guy would haveta be plumb loco not to fall head over heels for someone as purty as you. I still don’ know why you latched onta me, but I ain’t complainin’ none!” Billy said.

“Oh darlin’, yore a mighty fine catch yoresef. I know a lot o’ girls who wish they had grabbed you up. But yore mine Billy Williams. All mine, ya hear me?” she said, smiling broadly.

“Fine by me, Tammy!” he said. “I got the better end o’ this deal!” He pulled her down and kissed her again. She ran her hands over his chest. She always liked to see him without his shirt on and being hot and sweaty from working the fields was a turn on for her. She began kissing her way down his chest. As she moved her kisses down his body, she slid down herself until she was between his spread legs kissing him just above his belt line.

When she reached his belt, she looked up at him playfully biting her lip. She kept her eyes on him, watching his face as she unbuckled his belt unbuttoned and unzipped his old worn jeans. Billy raised his hips a bit as Tammy pulled his jeans down to his ankles then pulled off his boots and his jeans.