Hunting Season-Part 1

It was quite a bit chilly today Morgan thought as she shivered in her tree stand. She had just gotten over a cold and almost didn’t come, but the family needed meat. Her voice was gone and her throat itched some, but she was no longer sick. It had been a new feeling for her. Though a short, frail seeming petite girl, the young blonde was never sick. She was a flyer on her highschool cheerleading squad due to her small light frame, but she was never sick, till just recently right after her 18th birthday. Letting her mind wander she thought back to when she was last sick. She had been 14 at the time when her father had gotten her drunk. Not in a pervy way, but he was teaching his little princess about alcohol and was worried about her partying in highschool. Though she assured she wouldn’t he insisted. He held her hair as she sicked up everything it seemed from the past week. Her father really had no need to worry, she hated the taste of alcohol and never touched the stuff again. She was his good girl, never went out and partied, made sure he approved of her very few boyfriends, and though he had given her ‘the talk’ and showed her where the condoms were and said he’d never ask about it again, she remained a virgin. Not that she was prude, she was just waiting for the right time, perhaps she’d give in at the winter dance coming up. That was her life growing up. Never sick, a doting and not too overprotective father, school sports, very few boys, and hunting. She knew she wasn’t like other girls. Sure she was pretty, downright gorgeous with her waist length honey hair, steely blue eyes, tanned skin, tight toned abs, small b-cup breast, cute little butt that seemed to stick out, shaved body, and legs that seemed to go on forever despite her petite frame; but she kept to herself. She had a few friends on her volleyball team and cheerleading squad, but she lived out in the boonies and early on in highschool before everyone in her grade had cars, few were willing to come out so far on bikes or by parents, so she grew up independent. She liked math, was an excellent runner, and could likely out shoot anyone in the county; bows or guns. So that’s where she found herself today. Alone, how she liked it. It took some prodding to let her go out hunting alone, but her dad knew she was a good shot and knew the woods like the back of her hand. And times were a little tough and they needed to fill tags this winter, so with her careful insistence he let her go off on her own while he went to a different hunting site. Cover more ground and all she had said. Not one to argue with her, she was his good little princess, he agreed. He enjoyed her company, but there didn’t seem to be a lot of bonding in total silence. He loved her and would miss her company, but he feared being on overbearing parent and risk driving a wedge between them. They agreed to check their phones after six hours to see if the other had gotten anything and needed help, and went their seperate ways.

So that morning, long before the sun rose, Morgan got her gear together and got dressed. Though she occasionally wished she had bigger tits, for hunting she was perfect. Didn’t need a bra so she tossed on a t shirt. She skipped panties as they would just get in the way of her new drop seat overalls.