"It's going to be a nice day," Carrie said. "We should get some fresh air."
"Do you want to go to the park?" Mary suggested. "I bet there will be a lot of guys out in Riverside Park. And there are all those wooded areas."
"Not that I have any problem with wood," she replied. "But I'm thinking of going a little farther up the river. You know where the dam is, about two miles upstream?"
"Sure," Mary agreed. "But what's up there? I thought we were going to... you know... do something fun."
"The fishing is good up there," Carrie said. "I'm sure we can find enough candidates for a good game."
Mary imagined the warm sun on her bare back, the smells of flowers and grass, the gentle breeze coming off the river and brushing her skin...
"Okay," she agreed. "You're on. What are the rules this time?"
Carrie thought about it for a moment. "It might be slim pickings. Maybe the first one to get him to finish... and get a picture of him. We'll probably need to split up, so we'll definitely need proof for this one."
"So first one back in the car?"
"Sounds good. I'll pick you up in a half hour."
The game was on.
Mary selected a running outfit; she didn't want to look out of place, out along the river, and there would be brambles and nettles and everything; it would also give her prey a chance to see what they were in for. Besides, she didn't want to spend her valuable time picking burrs out of her clothing. She wanted to win this one.
She took a quick look at the small notepad she kept in her desk. It didn't have anything written on the cover; it was intended to look as uninteresting as possible. She flipped past the first few blank pages, until she got to the ones that were filled in. She started counting.
Carrie, four; Mary, two. She couldn't afford to fall behind.
The first one hadn't been fair, of course. Carrie had thought up the game, suggested it there at the nightclub before Mary really had time to think about it. Besides, she had been a little drunk. She barely got her guy into the bathroom stall before Carrie came looking for her. It had taken Carrie maybe five minutes to find a guy, take him into a corner, and blow him. She had given herself a headstart, really, by picking her guy out before even suggesting the game to Mary.
The second game had gone to Mary, though. The crowded coffee shop was her turf, and Carrie had made a huge mistake in suggesting masturbation, Mary's specialty. She had had two orgasms under the table before Carrie got her hand into her panties.
The third game went to Mary, too. They crashed a Christmas party together, and the challenge was to get oral from someone there. Carrie thought she was being clever, not mentioning that they could pick a man or a woman as their prey, and she had gone for the most obvious dyke in the room. But Mary had lucked out, found a horny guy off by himself who would have done anything for a little attention. She was having a deep, moaning orgasm while Carrie was still trying to get the lesbian to take her bra off. Lesbians liked to talk.
The rest had all gone to Carrie. She had become focused and determined. Mary tried too hard to enjoy herself -- why bother playing the game if you weren't going to enjoy the fucking? -- and it slowed her down.
Not this time.
She checked the mirror; the spandex running shorts clung to her thighs, all the way around, and the bright green trim on the back highlighted her nice, smooth ass cheeks. She gave them a little slap, just for the little thrill. The running top hugged her close, too, and it rubbed her just right, making her nipples stand out, nice and sharp -- unmissable.
Her phone rang. "I'm outside," Carrie said. She was early -- part of her plan, no doubt.
"Be right down," Mary said, just fixing her hair one last time. She was ready.
Carrie had opted for an outfit similar to Mary's, knee-length running shorts and a running top. Carrie had gone for a looser top, though -- and Mary figured she knew why. No bra. She wanted maximum jiggle. Well, it made sense; she wouldn't be wearing the outfit for very long.
"So whenever we're done, we'll text," Carrie said, pulling away from Mary's building. "If you hear me text you, you'll know I'm done and you can finish up at your leisure. Don't worry, I'll wait in the car for you."
Mary laughed. "You just wait, bitch. This one is mine."
"We'll see."
It was only about ten minutes' drive to the parking lot. "My brothers used to fish here when we were kids," Carrie said. "On a nice day like today, there should be plenty of guys around. Remember, though, it's first back to the car. And with photographic proof."
"So you know where all the best fishing holes are around here, then? No fair."
"Fishing holes aren't what you should be worried about," Carrie said with a grin. "Anyhow, it's been years since I was here." She turned the car off. "I'll leave it unlocked." She smiled. "Not that you'll be back here first."
"You'll see."
"You do look delicious," Carrie said, eyeing Mary critically. "This might be the end of my streak."
Feeling her eyes on her body made Mary tingle. She couldn't wait to get out there. "Well, let's get it on."
Carrie was out of the car and gone.
Mary decided to go in the opposite direction from Carrie; Carrie had a head start anyway. Mary quickly found the path running along the river. She could just see the water sparkling a few yards away, between leafy trees and tall, swaying grass.
She started jogging, taking an easy pace; she didn't want to run right past a potential prey without seeing him. She couldn't afford to miss an opportunity.
But she was running for about five minutes before she found anyone; she stopped when she heard a masculine voice and found the little clearing by the riverside.
The guy was older than she liked, easily in his sixties. He wore a hat with a bunch of lures and hooks in it, and one of those vests that fishing guys seemed to like. Worse yet, he was flanked y a couple of boys, neither more than about eight years old.
Still, she couldn't be picky; she had a game to win. "Hiya!" she said in her best bubbly blonde voice. "How's it going?"
He turned and looked at her, and she was pleased to see him take his time, drinking her in. "Well hello there," he said. "Billy, Cohen, say hello."
