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SWAMP GIRL
I love to go visit my best friend, Mike and his wife Sherry. Mike and I grew up together in North Alabama. He's a year older. We played kid's sports together. We just never drifted apart like most people do. We stayed in contact even when we were separated by life's bullshit. We have gotten together whenever possible.
Lately I've been living in bourbon country, central Kentucky. Mike and Sherry have a place on the edge of a snake infested swamp in North Florida. It's beautiful. Mike and I have always been avid outdoorsmen. The more remote and wild the terrain, the better we like it. I go to their place for fishing and friendship two or three times a year if I can get away. He comes to me once a year for a deer hunt. The problem with the deer hunt is, he doesn't bring Sherry to Kentucky.
Sherry is a special lady. She was a full decade younger than Mike and me. She is crazy about Mike and she takes good care of him. The swamp doesn't bother her. She grew up there. Gaters and snakes? No problem for Sherry. I was down there once, and a huge rattle snake crawled up on the deck. She just took a broom and swept the reptile off into the bushes. Since that day, I sometimes call her Swamp Girl.
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I drove approaching Mike and Sherry's place midday on a Tuesday in late May. They were expecting me late that day, but I changed my plans. The land in that area is board flat. Planted pines and palmettos with some scrub brush. Forest service signs indicate the protected wilderness area that borders Mike's property. The last leg of the journey, I drove onto a dirt road. There was a slight drop in elevation and the vegetation took on a tropical paradise look.
I parked my Chevy Tahoe under a small oak tree on the right side of the driveway. My dog-friend, Daisy came into the front yard with another dog I didn't know. Daisy was cautious until she caught my scent, then she was all over me. While the younger, mixed breed dog barked his head off, shepherd Daisy got me to kneel and then hugged me and licked my face. The other dog was confused by Daisy greeting the stranger and kept barking.
"Jacky shut up!" screamed a familiar voice from the front porch. I looked up to see Sherry rapidly stepping off the porch and coming toward me grinning. I say I saw Sherry, what I mean is I saw most of Sherry. You see, Sherry has always struggled with her weight. The last couple of years, she had gone up to a very unhealthy weight. Now, she was on a trot with arms extended, not much more than half the size she was the year before.
"Oh, my God, Sherry! You look fantastic." She shut me up with a big hug and a kiss.
"Come on up to the house. Jacky knows you're OK now. He barks good or else I'd shoot the little bastard. He chews up any shoes we leave out." Sherry said smiling. "We thought you'd be tonight getting here. Mike is on a job." She clung to my arm and lead me up to the porch.
"Good, I'll have my Swamp Girl all to myself for the afternoon." I held her in a hug, and we shared a long, closed mouth kiss. "I did most of my driving yesterday. I got a room south of Montgomery. That way I could show up here fresh instead of exhausted like I always do."
"God, Tommy, it's so good to see you. I've missed you. Do you want something to drink? Do you want to sit down? Are you hungry? Should we just jump in bed and screw 'til Mikey gets home?" Sherry burst out laughing. She was giddy with the excitement of my arrival.
I hadn't mentioned that she has a very bawdy sense of humor. "Babe, you look marvelous. I'm proud of you and very happy for you. Let me have a good look at that sweet body." I laughed.
Sherry took off a work shirt that she had on over a tight tee shirt. The tee was tucked into some tight jeans. Her feet were bare, of course. Bare feet in blue jeans, that's a hot look for an Alabama boy. She was still a large woman. She carried it well. She has broad shoulders and a robust build. Gone were the little rolls here and there. She still had big arms, but her belly was now just a gentle curve and she definitely had an hourglass shape. I slipped my hands around her waist. "Oh, Sherry, you look so good." She did.
"Feel that? I've got ribs! I feel so much better." She took my hands in hers. She guided my hands along her sides to her hips then back to her ribs then up to the sides of her breasts. "And I've still got these boobs you like."
I jerked my hands away. "You're still a tart too!" I got her into another big hug. Emboldened by her flirting, I reached down and grabbed both her meaty ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her up to me. She kissed me again. This time she opened her mouth and we shared a quick full kiss. "You better watch out, woman. I'm liable to take you up on that 'screw 'til Mikey gets home' thing" We both laughed.
Sherry picked up her phone. "I'll call Mike and see if it's OK."
I stopped her. I thought she might actually do it. "Put that down, silly girl. Just let him finish and come home. No rushing on my account. I really do want some time with you. Can we walk down to the creek? I'd love to see the place and stretch my legs."
"I hear you, Tom." Sherry led the way through the house and out the back. She picked up a can of bug-off and a walking stick. "Grab that machete. We need to knock the trail back a little."
The dogs ran ahead as I followed Sherry and enjoyed the view. I watched her hips sway and her brown pony tail flipping around on her back. She's always been a cute girl. Even when she was very heavy, she still had a cute face and a sweet smile. She's still a robust and husky lady. On her, it looks good. She's tall and strong enough to look like she could kick some ass. I hacked a few limbs she pointed out and A few more that I thought looked at me funny. I took out some low bushes that could hide snakes close to the feet.
We came upon a small deck at the edge of flowing creek. They had fixed it up for their enjoyment. It was off their property and on public land, but all the other homeowners in the area had the same set-up. I thrashed some offending shrubs around the deck while Sherry set up folding chairs and fished a mason jar out of a hiding spot. I settled into a chair. Sherry produced pot and pipe from the jar. My new buddy, Jacky, the barking terrier now wanted his share of attention.
"Are you still getting piss tested?" She asked.
"Yes, but I know when my next test will be. It will be cool if I moderate." I took the pipe and took a big blast.
Sherry started laughing. "Man, you're gonna get fucked up. That's not our old home-grown shit. That's some new strain. It's potent." She chuckled some more and took a couple of puffs for herself.
I did, indeed, get wrecked, but it was nice. Sherry moved her chair close and held my hand some of the time. We did some catching up talk. She sprayed the insect repellant around us.
"OK, I'm going to be a little rude. You aren't supposed to talk about a lady's weight. But I'm like family and I love you. How much? How much weight have you lost?"
Sherry smiled and blushed. "Seventy pounds." She said shyly.
"Oh, my God! Sherry that's fantastic. "You look good, hot even."
"You, T-Tommy are full of shit. I've still got big thighs and look at these fat arms." Sherry said and held up an arm for me to look at.
I leaned over and kissed her upper arm and smiled at her. "You are beautiful, and you always have been."
