What A Summer

Fbailey story number 395


What A Summer


My friend Jimmy and I were riding our bikes out of town to a creek where we liked to fish. We were finally out of school for the summer and all of our parents worked, giving us all the time in the world to fish.

When we got there we were disappointed to see someone else there fishing already. As we approached we realized that it was a lady and that she was wearing a pair of cut off blue jean shorts that showed the bottom of her butt cheeks and a cut off T-shirt. As we got closer she heard us and turned around to look at us. Her T-shirt was so short that we could see the under part of her hanging breasts. She wasn’t very old either, in fact she didn’t look much older than us. She was really pretty and she had nice brown hair in a ponytail hanging down her back to her waist.

She kept an eye on us as we grabbed our fishing poles and equipment and then let our bikes fall to the ground. We went downstream a bit but not far enough where we couldn’t keep an eye on her.

She sure was a lucky fisherman. She kept catching fish and releasing them while we didn’t catch anything. Eventually we went back to her and asked her what she was using for bate. She said that it was a secret. We begged her to tell us but she said that she would have to know us a lot better before she shared her secret with us.

So Jimmy told her who he was and where he lived. She asked his age and he said fourteen. I told her my name, where I lived, and that I was also fourteen years old. Then she asked us our grade in school and we told her that in the fall we would be in the eighth grade.