Outlaws (g!p)

17

"Yeah I saw their truck on my property, but I didn't pay them no mind. Didn't think of calling the cops that's for sure." —Pond owner.

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..JENNIE..

Sitting shotgun with Kuma laying in the floorboard, chocolate on my fingers from the donut I ate from Somi, we head toward Colorado. My feet are on the dash, my turquoise toes bobbing to the tone of "Girls Like You" by Maroon 5.

"I feel really dirty," I groan, pulling at my clothes and sucking on my sticky fingers.

"Me too," Lisa admits.

"Maybe we should find one of those shower houses or something?" I suggest. When my parents and I would move from state to state, we stopped at a gas station once that had a lot of truckers. They had dryers, and showers, and a restaurant. It was kind of cool to see.

"Those cost money," Lisa sighs. Reminding me we're broke. Pissed at our current situation, I plop back against the seat. This is just great, how the fuck are we going to live.

Lisa pulls off the road onto a field.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask hysterical. She just drove off into a field!

The truck bounces and weaves across the hard grass, and she drives around a circle of trees.

Without saying a word, she points out my window. Looking at what she's showing me, I notice a lake. Oh my shit, she's suggesting we bathe in the lake.

My head snaps to her. "I've never swam in a lake." What if there's snakes or turtles!

She chuckles. "I figured." Opening the door, she jumps out. Taking her shirt off, exposing her back muscles. Her tattoo doing things to my body. It's so masculine.

Fuck, she's serious. We're swimming in a lake. Climbing out of the truck, Kuma limps down and runs wobbles for the lake, his cast not slowing him down much. I knew he would, he loves water. Holding my arms above my head I stretch, it feels good having the blood flow back through my limbs. The sun is hot, the smell of fish water mixing with dead grass fills my lungs.

"Is there like, snakes or fish in it?" I ask, stepping up to the murky water.

"Probably, it's a lake," Lisa chuckles, taking her pants off.

Biting my nails, I'm scared of getting in, but God, to rinse off would be amazing. My stomach clenches, and I frown. That donut is not setting well.

Lisa climbs a tree and dives into the water. Splashing Kuma and I. Kuma barks, and I laugh. She's so outgoing and laidback. I love that about her.

Lisa's head pops up, a charming smile across her face. "Come on, babe!" She flings her wet hair from her face. That cocky smirk fitting into place.

Giving in, I pull my dress from my body, kick my sandals off and tiptoe into the water. It's cool around my skin, but it scares the shit out of me that I can't see through it. The bottom feels like mud and is so gross. Getting closer, Lisa pulls me close, and I wrap my legs around her waist.

I laugh, kissing her.

"This is all we had to swim in as kids," Lisa tells me. "My mom would take me swimming and I would cry because I hated touching the bottom, so she would carry me around like this."

Holding both of her cheeks I press my lips to hers, knowing this little bit of information about her mom is endearing. My tits pressed up against hers, the cold water makes my nipples bud, she leans down slipping one into her hot mouth. I hiss, running my fingers through the back of her hair.