Within sixty days after I had returned, Mom and Dad had located another farm, in Tuscarawas County, close to Peoli, Ohio. They bought this farm, paying cash for it. We moved to Tuscarawas County that fall, with horse and wagons. It was about a sixty-five-mile drive, and took us about eighteen hours to drive it with horses. Now there were only my two sisters and I at home. The others were all married. The farm Dad bought was really hilly, but it was home. I liked it down there. There was only one small Amish church with a total of fourteen families in the community. However, the boys in that settlement were a lot different from in Wayne County. Their Sunday clothes were on the sloppy side. Their haircuts were more like the married man's haircuts. Some of the boys even had their hair a little bit longer up front than in the back, which signifies true obedience to their parents. They were all very serene. I'll never forget that first Sunday in church. Everyone's eyes were on me. That Sunday I was wearing some of Joe's clothes. I was a little bit bigger than Joe had been, and I filled his clothes perfectly. The clothes were a lot snugger fit than they were used to in that settlement. My hair still hadn't grown back from the time I had left the Amish, so half my ears weren't covered. This wasn't the Peoli style. Their settlement had been invaded by a wild man. They didn't like the way I looked, the way I walked or the way I talked. The parents warned their children about me. Most of the young folks didn't pay any attention at first. Some of the older boys and girls approved of my style.
The first Sunday some of the boys were trying hard to get me to date some of the girls in their community, but I refused. However, I had noticed this very cute girl in church. She was about five-foot tall and around one hundred pounds. We had a singing after church services that evening. She was in the singing, which meant she had to be over the age of sixteen, and therefore old enough to date. I refused to have a date with anyone that night though, believing it would be a lot wiser to use the watch, wait, and see attitude.
The Amish boys had me fooled at first. They had a pocket radio amongst them. This was all very much routine for the next four months. I wasn't grounded any longer from having run off. There was a wedding and I was chosen to be the best man, which was quite a surprise. Sam Miller and Susan Swartzentruber could get married that day. Susan was a Preacher's daughter. Sam and Susan got engaged to be married a week and a half earlier. The Preachers were made aware that I was going to be best man. Sam Miller's sister had chosen me to be her partner. My ears still weren't completely covered with my hair, a strict violation of the Amish rule. For the wedding, I tried my best to make sure my ears were covered. Finally, I was told to wear a scarf over my hair in order to force it down and make it stay straight. However, the bottom of my ear lobe peeked out. All that effort wasn't good enough for the Preachers. When they made a ruling, they expected it to be followed, even if common sense contradicted them.
The morning of the wedding the Preachers were the first ones to arrive. As soon as they got there they congregated in a group and had a major discussion about David Yoder and his ear lobe. They couldn't agree on whether to have me removed from the wedding, or completely bringing the wedding to a halt for that day. The Preachers said they had never seen or heard of anyone being a best man at a wedding that didn't have his ear lobe completely covered. However, after a couple of hours of discussion they decided to let the wedding continue.
Susan Swartzentruber a nice girl, but one woman, no matter how nice, wasn't enough for Sam Miller. The evening of his wedding, two couples that played a part of the wedding and the newlyweds were upstairs in Susan's bedroom as was the custom, Susan had two beds in her room for that day. We were lying on the bed taking a break from the wedding. It was right around eight thirty, and supper had already been served. The girls that were waiting tables now had some free time, after having been busy all day long. They were looking forward to sitting down and talking with the newlyweds. My sister Amanda was one of the first ones to make it to our room upstairs. Sam was quick to ask Amanda if she would please step into the walk in the closet in the room, that he had something important to ask her. Sam's new wife Susan didn't say anything but looked at him curiously. When Sam stepped through those curtains in the closet with my sister, Amanda, talking was the last thing on Sam's mind. My sister was caught completely off guard when Sam reached up under her dress. "Sam, what are you doing, you're married!" Amanda said. "I need to sow a little more wild oats before I have to settle down and raise a family," Sam answered. "What about your wife?" "Don't worry. She doesn't suspect a thing," Sam said. While this was going on, table waiter Cevilla Gingerich came into the room. A few minutes later, Amanda came out of the closet, her hair in disarray and her face red. Then Cevilla Gingerich went into the closet. Sam also reached under Cevilla's dress, and played around. By now I was starting to pay more attention. I noticed sister Amanda wasn't right, she had a guilty look on her face. Five to ten minutes later Cevilla stepped out of the closet and so did Sam. My sister whispered in my ear and told me what took place. Angry, I said, "I'll stop the no good s.o.b." Amanda said, "No David, no one got hurt. Just let it go."
Later that evening, I had an opportunity to talk to my sister and Cevilla at the same time. The subject, of course was Sam Miller. Cevilla backed up sister Amanda's story word for word, but neither of the two girls wanted me to say anything to Sam. They didn't want to ruin his wife's wedding day more than they already had. To me this was unacceptable. I might have been considered the wild man; I did drink a beer every once in a while, or watched my neighbor's TV or listened to my pocket radio. I was free spirit and open minded, but I had principles. Stooping to this level on one's wedding night was simply disgusting, I thought.
Within thirty days after that wedding, I started dating Susan's younger sister Fran. I was nineteen at the time and Fran was sixteen. We fell in love on our first date. I had never felt this way about a girl before. There was never a dull moment in bed with Fran. We always had something to talk about and laugh about, and soon we were going steady. On our first date we kissed and hugged but there was no sex. The temptation for two people who are in love is even greater if your culture believes in bed courtship, and no other dating is acceptable. Even though the girl you're dating has a nightdress on, and you have on a shirt and pants, you're in a bedroom by yourselves lying next to each other.
On our second date, Fran and I started playing around with each other, seeing who was the most ticklish. Before I realized it my hand was under Fran's skirt and was slowly making its way up to her knees. Fran didn't try to stop me, and I made it all the way up to her hips. Swartzentruber Amish panties are homemade. They have a six-inch open slit on either side of the hip, with a button. The front of their panties are completely closed off, but by the flip of two buttons the back section of the panties open up. Suddenly, I decided to insert my hand through that six inch long opening on the side of her panties. When my hand touched her bare buttocks, Fran began to quiver. She said, "I've never been touched this way. It feels so good." I wasn't complaining either. At the same time Fran had reached through my side pockets on my Amish pants to explore my private parts. The night went by rather quickly.
The next two weeks all I could think about was Fran how I'd felt the heat of her buttocks and how smooth it was. The next Sunday in church I couldn't take my eyes off of Fran. As luck would have it, we were allowed to have a young folks singing after church. After the singing I gave Fran a buggy ride home. We let our horse walk home most of the time as we hugged and kissed and talked about what had happened a week earlier. My horse wasn't used to this type of trip there was no drag racing that night. It was close to midnight when we arrived at Fran's parents' place. We found it very hard to separate. It was nearly 1:00 a.m. before Fran finally stepped off the buggy and went in the house. "Good bye," I called after her. "See you in seven days." The next seven days crawled by. We only lived about three and half miles from each other. I couldn't wait till the next Saturday evening. I was also frightened of getting caught, especially since Fran was the Preacher's daughter.
On our third date our relationship intensified. I arrived at her place at 9:00 on a Saturday evening. Her parents weren't in bed yet. They had a dog tied up at their shop and washhouse, which was between the house and barn. Anytime anybody showed up after dark that dog barked I decided to use this to my advantage. The more I teased the dog the louder he barked. Fran's parents were aware that there was somebody there, wanting to date their daughter. One by one the kerosene lamps were blown out. Finally by 9:30 p.m. the home was dark and quiet. It was time for me to enter the Swartzentruber home and make my way to my girlfriend's bedroom. It didn't take me long to take my hat, my shoes and my vest off once I entered her bedroom. If Amish boys decide to go and tomcat a young couple it is usually done between 9:00 p.m. and 12:00 midnight.
To tomcat a young dating couple is an Amish custom among Amish boys as a form of entertainment. On weekends when Amish boys are dateless they harass the couples that are dating. Because of this it is good to be prepared for unexpected visitors. But after midnight you can feel pretty comfortable doing whatever your heart desires. No matter how hard we tried to block the temptation we had for each other, it was no use. Shortly after 12:30 a.m. I unbuttoned Fran's panties and gently removed them. Fran quickly opened my Amish pants and removed them. Even though I had sex with my prior girlfriend in the past, Fran never had sex before, and told me she'd never had any desire to until that night. Now she just couldn't wait. It was as if I couldn't move fast enough for Fran. I pulled her nightdress up over her buttocks and began to unpin the top part of her dress to expose her breasts. I was naked from my navel down, wearing only my shirt. As we lay their hugging and kissing, it was as if nothing else mattered. We were in our own little world and enjoying each other to the fullest. As I slowly began to crawl on top of Fran, she grabbed me with force and wrapped her hot, sexy body closer to mine. I said, "Fran if you never had sex before that it might hurt at first, you better be careful." She agreed, but once we started there was no stopping us until the next morning. We were so in love, all we wanted was each other. We had no desire to look at anyone else. But our lives soon would be shattered, when Fran's twisted brother-in-law forced Fran to have sex with him. Fran was only sixteen at the time and Sam was twenty-one and married. Fran tried to tell Sam no, but it didn't matter. Sam told Fran he would tell the preachers it was her fault if she told anybody. Fran was completely devastated by this. She was being raped in her own home.
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