It was hard living in Hardwick, never mind the relentless heat [it was Florida], but the quiet rivers, look-alike roads, yawning pastures, and absence of malls made this farm country feel more like a cemetery, and the people—geez!— everyone, and I do mean everyone was
so
damn
dull.
Gabby often fought the urge to rap people on the head, demanding,
"Hello, is anyone home
?"
But things changed when she met Rod, a strapping nineteen-year-old A/C contractor with a big appetite. Gabby thought her knight in shining armor had arrived the day he stopped for her in his shiny silver Chevy Silverado. Rod's dark looks and strong jaw were the clincher.
Rod had been scoping the 5'10" eighteen-year-old redhead for days. Can you blame him, with that athletic build wrapped in the tightest of shorts and a skimpy crop top pulled snugly over her 34DD breasts?
For a while, Rod made Gabby's life more interesting, giving her something to do, namely: cruising the back country roads, drinking beer, and sucking his dick to the tune of his favorite country music artists.
But when Rod stuck his hand inside Gabby's shorts and couldn't find her hotspot, she began losing patience. And when he sucked on her tongue with all the seduction of a leach in the creek, she kneed him in the groin. Either he was a fool, or she was a tool, and she didn't know what to do. Then, one summer evening, Rod announced he was "going up north to go fishing with friends."
"Up North; for how long?"
"A week or two."
"You're taking me with you, yes?"
"No, babe, I'm sorry. It's a guy thing."
A guy thing! Is a guy going to suck your dick too?
"But I'm leaving you my truck so you won't be totally stranded."
That was three long days ago, and then one blistering hot afternoon when Gabby was bored to tears—what good is a truck when there's freakin' nothing to do?—she rode to a fruit and vegetable stand where they made smoothies so cold they could chill a polar bear. To her surprise, the place was empty except for the girl bouncing around behind the counter. A lovely young lass with long blonde hair, wearing bleached denim cutoffs that showed off her fantastic ass and a tight top that her pretty titties were trying to break free from. She also had a green and red mistletoe tattooed on her navel.
Has anyone kissed her beneath that mistletoe?
Gabby was curious.
Serilda was busy cutting up fruit when her eye settled on Gabby. She hardly believed such a beautiful creature could grace Hardwick's blase plains and fields. Gabby's physique was remarkably athletic; her porcelain skin begged to be caressed, and the combination of green eyes and red hair sent Serilda into a passionate tailspin.
"Hey, what can I get you?" Serilda was prepared to give her anything: the shirt off her back, her right arm, her right breast.
"Oh hey, um, are you new around here?"
"Yeah, I just moved here from SoCal to help my grandmother run her stand for the summer."
"Cool, what's your name?"
"Serilda, but everybody calls me Seri. What's your name?"
"Gabby."
Eyeing her closely, Seri slowly repeated: "Gabby, that name fits you
perfectly
."
The lovely redhead blushed.
"Does Serilda mean anything?"
"It's Swedish; it means "honeypot."
Gabby doubted this, and when Seri winked, they both chuckled. Seri's laugh made Gabby think of chimes.
"—Really, it's German for
battle armor
."
"That's badass. Say—" Gabby stopped herself from saying she was dating a knight in shining armor.
Gabby placed her order and eagerly watched Seri chop up the fruit and pour ice into the blender while seductively swaying her hips to the pop rhythms of
Black Pink.
When Seri finished making the smoothie, she came around the counter to join Gabby on the picnic bench. Gabby caught a whiff of the girl's perfume and felt heady. One look at her jade-blue eyes and Gabby was smitten.
"How do you like living in Hardwick?"
"It's hard. What do you think of it?"
"Girl. This place is nothing like I pictured. There's nothing to do; I am so
effen
bored."
"Tell me about it. I've lived here my whole life."
"You should check out SoCal. There's surfing, rollerblading, music fests. You'd love it."
"Sounds dope—"
A Ford Bronco blew by, and two guys whistled at the two stunning girls sitting side by side.
"Are there idiot boys living there, too?"
"Oh," grinned Seri, "I wouldn't know. I don't pay much attention to boys...if you know what I mean..."
Seri's eyes twinkled, and Gabby knew precisely what Seri meant, especially with that mistletoe circling her belly button and her lascivious grin.
The girls talked easily about their favorite Netflix shows, yoga, and school. [Seri was in her second year at SDU, where she majored in art history but mainly studied cunnilingus, frequently bringing homework back to her cozy, single dorm room, while Gabby, who was leaving for college in the fall, planned on becoming a veterinarian.] Seri stood up to take a closer look at the Chevy.
"Hey, this a nice truck. Is it yours?"
"No, it's my boyfriend's."
"Boyfriend!?" Seri looked incredulous.