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My name is Cynthia, but I go by Cindy. I’m sixteen, blonde, and have never been much of a country girl, even though I live in Tennessee. But my girlfriends all love country music and go to a lot of parties with guys who think they’re “cowboys” and call themselves “rednecks” on purpose. It took them a while to convince me to come hang out with them, but I finally agreed last Saturday when I had nothing else to do. Amy picked me up and had Taylor Swift blasting on the long drive to the farm where their friends were hanging out. We arrived and the driveway was completely full with trucks, some big and lifted so high with monster truck sized tires. Some were smallish but covered in so much mud I couldn’t tell what color it was. Amy parked her red Honda Civic on the street and we walked up the crowded gravel driveway to the house. We went straight to the backyard were there were a lot of guys, at least twenty. The three of us were the only girls. One guy yelled out, “Yee haw, Amy! Come give me some sugar!” Amy ran to him with excitement and jumped up on him, wrapping her legs around him and giving him a kiss. He was average height and overweight with a thick goatee on his chin. I leaned in to Andrea to ask if he was her boyfriend. “Nope,” she said, “but that’s mine.” She pointed to a tall guy with dark mersin escort tanned skin and black hair as he held his hands at his hip and made shooting gun motions towards her. She started to walk towards him and I followed, feeling really outcast and like a third wheel. Andrea’s boyfriend reached out to shake my hand. “Hi, I’m Luke. Welcome to the backwoods,” he said with a wink and a smile. Some of the other guys introduced themselves and I quickly forgot all of their names. I was so overwhelmed. They handed out beers and while I think beer is disgusting, I took one and sipped it because I wanted to fit in. After a while, everyone started heading to trucks to go off road driving, or “mudding” as some called it. I followed Andrea to Luke’s truck, but some guys crowded in and there wasn’t a seat for me. They offered to let me sit on their lap, but that didn’t seem safe. I started roaming around the driveway feeling a little lost. Trucks were completely full and started driving off into the field when finally Amy’s voice called to me. I saw her in the passenger seat of the big guy’s truck and I ran to her. My heart sank when I saw that his truck was full, too. “You didn’t meet a driving buddy?” Amy asked. I shook my head. She leaned out the window and yelled, “Hey, fellas! Who’s got a spare mersin escort bayan seat in their car?” A lifted black F-250 drove up fast and slammed on the brakes. The driver stuck his head out the window. He had a camouflage baseball hat on with brown eyes, kind of a big nose, and a short red beard. He was handsome-ish. “I’m driving solo. You wanna ride?” he said. I walked around to the side of his truck and reached up to open the door. I didn’t really know what to expect, and wore a pleated skirt and heels. I tried to get up, but was having a hard time. He got out and ran around to me. He was about six feet tall and was wearing a flannel shirt rolled up to his elbows, tight jeans, and Carhart boots. He picked me up by the waist and lifted me into his truck. He wasn’t super muscular, but was strong and stocky. He ran back to the drivers seat and looked at me. “I’m Josh. You ever been mudding?” “No…” “I can tell. Most girls don’t wear a tank top, skirt and heels to mud in.” I felt like a fool. He sped up as we left the driveway and started flying through the yard towards a forest. As we got closer I could tell they had cut a path through the trees and the terrain got very rough and hilly. I was hanging on to the handle as the car shook and bounced me around. Several times I noticed escort mersin Josh’s eyes fixed to my legs or bouncing boobs. The path led to a clearing where al the other trucks had gone. They were doing donuts and had torn up the place to a muddy field. Mud started flying everywhere and Josh rolled his window down. “What are you doing?” I asked. “You have to roll the window down or you won’t be able to see.” He started bouncing the truck through the mud and it started flying all over the truck. He turned his wipers on which just smeared it more as he stuck his head out the window. I never really knew mud had a smell, but it smelled weird. After a while he drove out of the mud patch and jumped out of his truck to admire his work. He came to my door and opened it. There was mud all around and there was no way I would get out without getting dirty. “Come out and see! The whole thing is brown now.” “No thanks… I don’t want to get dirty.” He started to laugh and put his back against my seat. “Jump on my back. I’ll carry you.” I did and he turned me around to see the truck covered in mud. Even the wheels were brown and there was mud caked in the wheel wells. That’s when I noticed that even though Josh smelled like mud, there was also a really good smell coming out of his shirt that really excited me. It had to be a cologne. No guy could smell this good. He put me back in the truck and got back in. “Let’s ditch the crowd. I want to show you my own private trail that I found.” He started to drive us away from the group and I turned around.
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