Gail had her target in sight. All she has to do is release the arrow. It's at the perfect angle, the drawback is flawless, and the deer is none the wiser. Drinking away at the pond just begging to get an arrow to the jugular. It's already been perfect so far: the constant tweets from birds and movements from other vermin in the grass and trees masked Gail's subtle movements as she snaked her way through bushes, she had Serina on the opposite end just in case the small chance of anything going wrong came into fruition, and they both had plenty of spare arrows, due to perfect precision from previous hunting sessions. It was all set. And now, she waits. Just waiting for the perfect moment.
'Wait for it. Wait for it.' Gail is mentally reciting to herself as she pictures in her mind most of the possible events that'll take place. She takes a deep breath, narrows her eyes, and fires. The arrow is pushed through the air, silently, yet briefly whistling as it makes its way toward its intended target. Only for the deer to quickly rise its head, causing the arrow to barely graze the fur on its chin and land in the water. Startled, the deer immediately starts trotting away, but not too far as Serina's arrow pierced right into its skull.
"YES! HAHA!" Serina celebrated as she leaped from her bush.
"Oh, that was bull and you know it!" Gail shouted from across the lake, "Damn deer lifted its head for no reason!"
"Oh, quit babyin'!" Serina shouted back.
"I'm not a baby. You're a baby." Gail said, pouting to herself and folding her arms. "Alright," she shouted, "Calm down from your high and help me get this thing in the truck!"
"Ok, be right there!" Serina retorted before Gail picked up the deer by the front end and Serina by the end.
"Why am I always the butt of the joke?" Serina asked with a chuckle.
"I will drop this on you," Gail responded.
"You're so mean," Serina said.
"And you're just a pain in the ass," Gail said with a proud look on her face.
"Ok, that was good," Serina conceded.
"You bet your ass," Gail continued, "Now, i know you want to move pASSt this already, BUTT I'm not ENDing it until my joke well has BOTTOMed out. What can I say, I'm just that CHEEKy."
"Mom said it's my turn with the jokes," Serina said.
"Well go on, then," Gail responded. Serina thought long and hard, but realized Gail already said most of what she was thinking of.
"Hush up," she said, giving up on her attempt. Gail laughed as she basked in her glory as they made it to their pickup truck and dumped the deer into it.
"Well that's a way to get some blood pumpin'." Serina said, leaning on the truck.
"Also, hopefully get some meat on your bones," Gail said, pinching her arm.
"You're one to talk," Serina responded, patting her stomach, "You're skinnier than a fastin', anorexic viper."
"Bite me," Gail said with a smile.
"Later," Serina said coyly with a wink.
"Why not now? You afraid I'll bite back?" Gail teased,
"Oh, I'm lookin' forward to that," Serina said "But, you need to learn to be patient."
"Ugh, you're just saying that to piss me oooooff," Gail whined,
"Yup" Serina replies with a peck on Gail's lips, "And I have a feelin' I'm succeedin'."
"You're so unfair," Gail complained.
"I know," Serina said, "And you still love me."
"Kinda," Gail retorted.
"I'll take it," Serina said, "Now let's go home. Go on. Scoot." Gail does as instructed and sits in the passenger seat as Serina sets up the tarp, sits in the driver's seat, turns on her ignition, and drives off.
As Serina's driving, Gail is just looking through her window. Head in hand, bored expression, she'd kill for something to do right now. Then she thinks about the events of their hunting session earlier, especially the closing events. Her mind then wanders and she imagines what would happen had Serina agreed to her proposal. Her imagination inevitably begins to run wild. The thought of Serina touching her, kissing her, tasting her and vice versa was driving her insane. She needed it. She thought of relieving herself right there. After all, neither have a problem with the other fulfilling their needs without company. But that wasn't gonna be enough and Gail knew it. She needed Serina's touch. She then gets an idea.
"So you know how you're always bragging about how much better a driver you are than me?" Gail questioned with a devious grin.
"It's not really braggin' if it's true, hun," Serina responded slyly, not taking her eyes off the road.
"Well let's just test that theory." Gail said. Before Serina could say anything, Gail took her left hand and slid it in Serina's jeans. Shocked at the sudden movement, Serina gasps, causing her to slightly swerve the car. Luckily for them, the road is fairly empty.
"What in the hell are you thinkin'?!" she interjected. Gail begins slowly moving her hand against Serina's panties.
"Just relaxing you while showing why you don't rile me up without finishing me off," Gail responded with a smirk, moving her hand slightly faster, causing Serina to lightly groan. She wanted to object, but given how Gail knows her weak spots like the palm of her hand and is currently using it to her advantage, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was all she could to focus on driving, let alone yell at Gail.
Gail then leans to Serina's ear and whispers, "Besides, you can stop this at any point if you want. All you have to do is say the word. Either that or pull over and punish me for being such a bad girl. Your choice." Serina starts to say something, but before she can, Gail pulls her panties aside and inserts two fingers, causing a moan to escape Serina's lips.
"Oh," Gail continues while fingering her, "So you are enjoying this. And here you were about to give me hell for doing it. So what will it be? Do you want me to stop?" Serina slowly shakes her head. Gail slows her movements and says, "I can't hear headshakes, babe."
"Please don't stop," Serina concedes.
"Good girl," Gail says, speeding up her pace, "Now just relax and drive. I'll take care of the rest."
Gail sticks a third finger in Serina, causing her to shriek in pleasure. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" Gail questioned.