Page 18 of Country Charm

Another text came at about nine.

Unknown: So, in case you get pics like that regularly, and it might look like the abdomen of one of those piss pore excuses of a man they have in the city… It’s Hunter

Unknown: If this is not Cassidy Walker, I apologize. I am in the middle of a prank circle between this girl and her group of friends, so I may have been given your number as part of that.

I bark out a laugh. That would actually be quite hilarious.I’ll jot down the idea of giving a wrong number on purpose to one of the girls as a prank. Old boyfriend? Old boss? In-law? Oh, the possibilities are endless.

Me: I don’t know who you are! But my wife does not want pics of your package! If I ever find you, I'll kill you!

I start laughing all over again. There is probably a special place on this earth for people like me. Comedy Island? Is that a thing? I change the name on the phone from an unknown number to a name. My phone buzzes immediately. I roll over onto my stomach and perch myself up on my elbows.

Country Charm: I swear I do not know your wife! I am looking for a girl I’m interested in. I met her on a blind date set up by her friends and I didn’t get her number! My sincerest apologies. My mama would be smackin’ me upside the head right now.

Me: I should be smacking you upside the head!

I feel a small warmth grow inside me at the idea of getting my ass smacked in punishment for this little prank on Hunter. Is he the spanking type? I’m not heavy into it, but a good ass smack has merit.

Country Charm: Again, I apologize.

Hmmm, I can see what type of man Hunter is.

Me: You can start apologizing by smacking my ass.

Country Charm: I’m sorry?

Me: Instead of me smacking you upside the head. How about I come by and lay across that impressive erection and you smack my ass?

I see three dots appear and disappear. To be safe, I should probably cut it out, or he might block me.

Me: I’m joking Hunter, it’s Cassidy.

Country Charm: How can I know for sure? I have no doubt that the evil side of Cassidy is completely capable of this, but how can I know?

Me: Because it’s me.

Country Charm: Why didn’t you answer sooner?

Me: Normal people like sleep on Sundays.

Country Charm: That sounds like something Cassidy would say, but I’m still not convinced. Pic?

I mull it over. I stripped all of my clothes off last night during those few great rounds with Wanda and then tossed on a fresh spaghetti strap tank and panties to sleep in. Hell, there are probably worse pics of me out there and country boy doesn’t seem the hazing type. I arch my hips a little and make sure my hair isn’t a complete disaster. I snap a quick pic, look it over, and hit send.

Chapter Twelve

Hunter

Cassidy: Image attached.

Istop cold in my tracks.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

I look around my land and all I see is green. I’ve been out riding for a bit since I paid a hand to do my Sunday chores and got to relax. I stopped by the large pond on our property to let my mare, Legacy, have a drink.

That’s when Cassidy first started responding to me. I knew it was her all along. I was worried for a little bit but messaged Lynn around the time I sent the second set of messages. She produced a screenshot of Cassidy’s contact information to ease my worry.

Now I’m looking at a picture of Cassidy, lying on her stomach on top of her peach bed sheets. I see a good portion of her face, without makeup and perfect. Her brown hair messily cascades over her shoulders and draws attention to the plump roundness of her natural breasts, braless. Then over her shoulder, I see her ample ass peeking out from lacy underwear.

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