Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“You need a little cowgirl hat of your own,” I say as we sit down in one of the booths.
“I have one, actually. I thought about wearing it, but I decided against it. Seemed like overkill.”
“Nothing’s overkill with you, Dolly. You’d make anything look fine.”
She blushes red. I head to the bar and get a pair of beers, and as I expect, Tony doesn’t give me any trouble for bringing someone ever so slightly underaged into his bar. I crack open the caps and hand her one, and she takes to sipping it immediately. No Burly resident really waits til twenty-one to indulge.
A drunkard goes onto the bar’s little stage and looks at a screen, which fills with words as some guitar starts to pick up over the bar’s stereo system.
Dolly raises an eyebrow. “Karaoke? Here?”
“Tony tries to keep it traditional, but the times are changing. He has little things to get people in here. Besides, wannabe cowboys like to sing just like anyone else.”
The drunkard starts to fumble through one of the Rolling Stones’ hits. Mick Jagger this guy ain’t.
“You should head up on stage, Dolly. Show everyone your golden voice.”
“Golden voice?” She laughs. “I don’t know, is this the type of place that would appreciate that?”
“I’d appreciate it,” I say.
It doesn’t take much more than that. “Alright. I’ll put in my request,” she replies, then she goes up and does so.
We sit, listening to a few more songs, and enjoying the show. The other singers are entertaining, if not technically competent. It’s a mix of country and rock and roll, Willie Nelson back to back with Black Sabbath.
Dolly’s name is called, and she smirks. Her curvy little self walks up to the microphone, and the country guitar twang hits.
She looks my way and starts to sing. She chose ‘Stand By Your Man’ by Tammy Wynette, and she goes right into it. Full of soul and passion, all directed at me, suggesting that I’m the man she wants to stand by during those cold and lonely nights. I’m more smitten with her than ever, falling more in love with her than I ever thought possible.
Dolly’s got the rest of the bar in her hands too. She knows how to captivate a room, not just one guy. Tonight though, I know that she’s singing just for me and I don’t think I can hold myself back much longer. No matter how much I might be risking to put my heart on the line.
She saunters back to the table, and I rise to my feet to greet her. “What do you think?” she asks.
I give my musical criticism with a kiss. Strong, sudden, with all of my passion. She’s surprised at first, but soon melts into me. She’s meeting my passion with her own, our tongues dancing, and we’re both left gasping for air.
“I can think of somewhere else I would rather be right now,” I say, my hands around her waist.
“I’m in your arms, can’t think of anywhere else I might want to be.”
“Besides this bar, I meant.”
“Oh, I suppose I could think of somewhere in that case.”
Hand in hand, we walk right out, our stay at the Burly Bar being a whole lot shorter than what I expected. In my truck we ride away, exchanging glances, passion boiling over. With what we want to do, going home isn’t an option. The last thing I want is my dad wandering in. But I know of a good place. With a beautiful view, and plenty of privacy.
We roll up next to a tree. I step out, and she does as well, looking up into the sky and seeing the moon and the small town below us.
She doesn’t want to sightsee. She wastes no time pulling me to her, and we kiss again, just amazing as the first time. “I want you, Angus. I want you so badly.”
“I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, girl.”
My heart is pounding. I throw a blanket into my truck bed, the tailgate down. She hops up into it and I follow as those cute little boots of hers are kicked off. She pulls at the buttons of my shirt, and I’m all too eager to help her along in removing it, letting her dainty little fingers go down my chest. I enjoy her too, feeling the softness of her beautiful form, and those curves she has.
There’s a nervousness about her as she does this. She’s giddy and enthusiastic, yes, but there’s this hesitation about what she’s doing. I raise an eyebrow and realize something. “Is... is this your first time?”
She nods.
“Even with all your flirting? With how beautiful you are, you could have had any boy you wanted.”
She shakes her head. “I liked the attention, nothing more. People might call me a tease, but they were having as much fun with it as I was.”