Page 21 of Thick & Thin

“Nah. Not today. I feel like shit.”

She grinned. “That’s what you get. Here,” she said, going to the refrigerator and pulling out one of her dad’s beers. “Drink this.”

I gagged. “Hell, no. I’m good.”

She laughed. “I’m serious. If you drink it, you’ll feel better. Then maybe you’ll stop being a pussy, and we can go do some fishing.”

I smiled.

My girl liked to fish.

She popped the can open and held it out. I took it, pinched my nose so the smell wouldn’t make me gag, and I downed it.

As usual, Jenny was right. Thirty minutes later, I felt like a new man, and we were in my truck on the way to the river to fish. It was the last quiet Saturday we were going to have for a while. Our final week of high school was upon us, followed by graduation, and celebrations. Then the following week, I was leaving for basic.

I sucked up the moment, taking in the beauty of the backroads and the river when I pulled up to our fishing spot.

“Dibs on the blue pole,” she said, marking her territory as we opened the truck doors and climbed out.

She swore the blue fishing pole was lucky, but I didn’t believe in luck.

“You do realize there’s nothing special about that pole, right?” I said, nodding at the pole in her hand.

She stood next to the truck with the blue fishing pole in one hand and the tackle box in the other.

“Shh! It might hear you,” she joked.

I chuckled, loving how playful she was.

She adjusted her favorite hat, an old trucker hat she had found in my truck, on her head and started toward the bank. My eyes trailed over the back of her racerback tank top before falling to her ass. Her shorts were so short, the cotton from inside her pockets were poking through on the bottom. Her flip-flops smacked against the ground as she walked away, her calf muscles popping out with each step.

I shook my head, knowing she was going to be the end of me.

We fished for an hour, enjoying the peace and quiet, before she caught her first fish. It was a large catfish, and once she hooked him and reeled him in, I pulled out my phone and caught a picture of her holding him up by the mouth after she had freed him from the hook.

“Should I throw him back, or do you think your momma will want to fry him up?”

“Definitely put him in the cooler. Momma was talking about some catfish stew not too long ago.”

She got another bite as soon as her bobber settled on top of the water. Maybe she was right about the blue pole being lucky because my bobber hadn’t moved.

She struggled to reel her catch in, her pole bowing with the weight of her catch. I set my pole to the side and moved to stand beside her.

“You got it?” I asked, hesitant to help her.

She liked doing things on her own.

“I think so.”

She continued to struggle until I could no longer watch and had to help. I stepped up behind her and reached around her to grab the pole and help her pull it in. The feminine muscles in her arms twitched, her back pressed against my front, and when the swell of her plump ass settled against my cock, I started to get hard. I panicked and let go of the pole.

Thankfully, I let go just as she was pulling her catch in.

“Oh my God, it’s huge!”

She turned with a large grin on her face, holding the fishing string with a massive bass on the end. The fish was huge, but all I could think about was the tent in my pants and trying to hide it from her.

We caught eight more before heading back to my house. My mom was happy with our catch, sending my dad out onto the back porch to clean them the second we handed them over. I grabbed two bottles of water out of the refrigerator and walked out onto the front porch to find Jenny perched on the tailgate of my truck, waiting for me.

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