PJ knew that Bubba and her granpie and her brother would go out looking for what ever 'creature' had violated the deer in the tree... She was worried for their safety and did not want Bubba to leave a virgin (because he surely was in her mind after the way he exploded in her hands the other night at the square dance).
"don't ya'll fret over dat dere deer Bubba. I just knowin you and granmpie will find da rascal that did it, and give him what for I reckon".
"I like whaat we do'ed the oter niyght PJ.. I like doit again okay okay"?
This is just what PJ wanted to hear. She grasped his hand and walked with him away from the little shack and dragged him out to where the ravaged deer still hung up side down in the tree near the apple orchid.
"Letz set down here Bubba...its powerful hot out side, ya'll don't mind if I kewl off do ya"?
She asked Bubba. Not waiting for his reply she slipped off her short skirt made from a potato sack and then lifted her raggy blouse over her head.
Bubba could not help but stare...Her baby feeders looked like ripe mushmellons that he and Juney would pick from old man McCoy's field... they bobbled in the air and he longed to touch them. The small patch of forest was also there in front of his face; His sense of smell was better then most fellers in the Holler and he could smell her musk calling to him; "come here Bubba...come and get it". (at least that is what he thought in his mind).
He lunged for her as he ripped off his old raggy dungarees. She grasped his head and placed it where she wanted...she layed back and then screamed!!!!!!!
He never even knew that at this moment he became truly a man!
All parts of this story are brilliant. I love them. You made my day. Thank you.
But... Isn't is a little too adult for this place?
Anyway, I wait for next chapters.
Roscoe! Blood brother to Bubba!....comin' soon!