Emma walked along the empty road with her fishing pole leaning on her shoulder. Her red-gold braids bounced on her shoulders with every step, her cowboy boots grinding against the course gravel covering the roadway. She adjusted the knot at the bottom of her green flannel shirt and then kicked a loose rock from her path. It skipped off the road and into the tree line on her right.
She stepped off the gravel road and into the grass - going through a break in the trees. The West Wind Woods extended for miles in every direction with winding trails that crisscrossed over one another. It was easy to get lost, but Emma knew this particular trail very well. It would take her past an abandoned barn where the creek cut through a large patch of violet lamb's ear.
As Emma curved around a bend in the trail, she heard music coming from somewhere ahead. She slowed and listened, trying not to crunch any twigs or dried leaves as she approached the clearing. Three older girls she recognized from the local community college were sunbathing near the creek. She blushed beneath her freckles when she noticed one of them was topless.
Cara was easily the most attractive girl in town, and she knew it. She was lying on her back, causing her breasts to spread out slightly. They formed perfect circles that reminded Emma of the targets at the firing range. Cara had long brown hair that was so thick, it could completely cover her hourglass figure. But she had it tossed up over her head at the moment, strands of blond catching the sunlight as it rippled in the soft grass.
The two girls on either side of Cara wore small bikinis. The redhead's suit was black with triangle shaped cups that barely covered her small breasts. The other girl had bleached-blond hair and a pink bikini with white lace straps. She was skinny with large breasts that were so perky and round, Emma knew she must have implants. That was unusual in a small town like theirs.
Cara wasn't particularly nice, and Emma considered turning around and heading back to the road. But it would be a much longer walk home if she had to go all the way around the West Wind Wood. All the girls wore sunglasses and seemed to have their eyes closed against the sun. Trace Adkins' voice should drown out the sound of her passing, if she was careful.
Emma stepped quietly into the clearing and started past the group. She made it more than halfway when she had to duck under a low-hanging tree branch. She cleared the branch, but completely forgot about the fishing pole sticking up over her shoulder. Her pole caught the branch and tugged it along after her. A second later, it slipped free and snapped back. Making a thrumming noise and a loud rustle of leaves.
Cara sat up and lowered her sunglasses, glaring at Emma. "Spying, are ya?"
"Me?" Emma said with a yelp. "No, was just... just passin' through."
"Out fishin' again," Cara scoffed as the other two girls sat up to regard Emma.
They snickered like pets trained to laugh when she pointed out obvious things that weren't necessarily funny.
"Nah. Was tryin' to catch that branch. Gotta'way. Lil' shit," she said flippantly. Cara got to her feet, pushing her over-sized sunglasses onto the top of her head. The other two followed her - forming a line in front of Emma. Cara stood boldly and put her hands on her hips -- completely unembarrassed about her breasts being exposed. The other girls put their hands on their hips too, copying her.
"Oh! Watch that dirty mouth, little girl," Cara said looking down on her. Emma was tall, but this girl was taller. The two on either side of her were at least a head shorter, making them seem even more like Cara's personal little minions.
"She's not so little! Look at the size of those feet," the redhead said pointing.
"Those are the biggest cowboy boots I've ever seen," Cara snickered. The girls laughed with her. Emma rolled her eyes and tried to step around them. The blond one moved quickly to block her path. "No girl has feet that big," Cara said bending down and grabbing Emma's boot.
"What the hell are you..." Emma started before being cut off by the redhead wrapping her arms around Emma's waist. The blond stepped around her, taking hold of Emma's arms and pulling them behind her back.
She struggled trying to keep her foot locked in place, but the minions held her as Cara pried off her left boot. Emma caught the scent of worn leather as her cowboy boot was tossed aside and her socked foot held up in Cara's surprisingly strong grip. "They ARE that big!" Cara joked poking at the bottom of her foot.
Emma yelped and yanked her foot away. It threw off her balance and she felt herself falling backwards into the blond girl. She was still holding tightly to Emma's arms as they toppled into the grass.
The redhead released her, letting the pair of them fall to the ground. But she quickly sat next to them and put her hands on Emma's shoulders to keep her from rising. Emma felt a hand grab her ankle just above her sock.
"Awww, is someone's big ole feet ticklish?" A finger dug into her left foot and rubbed the soft fabric around in a circle on the ball of her foot. Emma barked a single laugh and tried to pull her foot away.
When she couldn't, her other foot automatically came around in a kick. But her leg was quickly halted in mid swing by the redhead next to her. She wrapped her sun-reddened legs around Emma's pale right leg and held her steady. Emma wiggled as much as she could while Cara's other fingers joined in tickling all over her left foot.
"ST-Hahaha-OP! Hahaha! Stop you bitch!" Emma yelled.
"Bitch, am I?" Cara said digging her nails into Emma's foot. They poked through the thin fabric of her socks. Her nails outlined by the fabric made jolts run up Emma's leg and made her twitch all over. She laughed trying to find a way out.
"What?! Hahaha! What are you doing?!"
