Well, I used to write all the time, and have only recently got back into things. Let me tell ya, I've missed it, but I'm a bit rusty, so just bear with me. I also have edited this myself; please excuse my errors. Thanks for reading!
"So Tex, how's your love life these days? Any good pussy?" Joe elbowed him roughly in the ribs. Tyson brushed the other young man off casually and made his way out of the tractor barn, where they had been working, to his truck. The farm where he was employed was busy this time of year. Well, it was busy all year long, but now was particularly full of task to be done. Right now cattle were high on the list, as well as the planning of field work. Spring was just around the corner.
Nearly everyone Tyson worked with would always gave him shit about women. They were convinced that he never got laid just because he didn't crudely spill his guts when he saw any action. Truth be told, he didn't exactly receive a lot of feminine attention. He didn't go looking for it, and he liked it that way. Tyson wasn't interested in having sex with some floozy at the bar that had gotten with every guy that looked at her funny. But right now, there was someone that occupied his thoughts often. He knew just her first name- Dakota. It was unique, like her. Not the typical female, she was into trucks and didn't mind getting dirty, but at the same time oozed femininity. When she was around, he'd never seen so many guys try so hard to behave themselves at once. She had the longest brown hair that shined in the sunlight and eyes that matched. Dainty lashes surrounded those deep brown eyes and Tyson couldn't help but catch her eye when he saw her. The farm owner had a daughter (quite an unfortunate looking girl, really) named Violet. Dakota and the girl were friends and they would ride horses on the property together. Dakota would always smile and say 'hi' to Tyson if she saw him around.
Tyson would catch himself thinking of her later after seeing her. Sometimes he'd get so distracted that the other guys would notice and give him hell for slacking off. But he couldn't help but think of the way her generous backside filled out her jeans or her small waist that he wanted to wrap his arms around. He didn't even want to start himself thinking of the plush swell of her chest. Instead, he would focus on her lips and that goofy smile she would make when she was joking around. How he wanted to kiss her and touch her hair. He wanted to take her to bed, too. There was no way he could deny that.
Joe came out of the barn door and looked his way, making a rude gesture. Tyson chuckled and waited for the other man to climb into the passenger's seat.
"Wanna go to Chrissy's Diner for lunch?" Joe buckled his seat belt and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, brushing away dirt that had gotten on the screen.
"Sure," Tyson agreed, putting the truck in reverse.
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A few weeks later, Tyson saw Dakota in the horse barn. She was by herself, in the tack room.
"Need any help?" Tyson stepped into the room. She picked up a saddle in her arms and turned around to face him.
"Oh hey, Tex. Thanks, but I've got it. I'm a lot stronger than I look," Dakota walked towards the door and stopped right in the frame before turning back around. "Hey, I have a question for you." Tyson decided he loved the braided ponytail her hair was tied in. A few wisps of short hair curled on their own at the back of her neck.
"Sure," he brushed some imaginary dirt off of his jeans. Well, it wasn't as much imaginary as much as a little brush of the hand wouldn't make a difference.
"What's your real name? Everyone here calls you 'Tex.' I know you're not from Texas. You don't have that awful accent." She leaned against the door frame casually, and he looked right at him, her gaze steady. Suddenly, he was nervous. The heat rolled down his face like trickling water and down his neck, settling in a knot in his stomach. He didn't know what to do with his hands.
"Well, my name is actually Tyson," he said a bit quieter than he had intended. He put his hands in his pockets. Well, he jammed them into his pockets. His knuckle scraped against the folded knife in his pocket. It bit into his skin, but he ignored it.
"Hmm, well I see why they call you 'Tex.'" Dakota adjusted the saddle in her arms and laughed a little before grinning. "I'm just givin' ya shit."
With that, she turned back around and went left, walking further into the barn, towards the horses. Her boots left prints in the fine dust and a small cloud followed behind. Tyson sighed and let his body rest against the tack room door. He could still catch a faint hint of her perfume in the air. He'd remember that later, when he had some time to himself before he passed out in bed.
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The next day, Tyson was working in the tractor barn again with a few other guys. No one spoke except for a swear here or there at a dropped tool or jammed finger.
"Hey Bill. Did you see Dakota out here yesterday?" Tyson's ears pricked, but he kept working underneath the hunk-of-junk Blazer he was fixing. They used the vehicle in the spring and fall to help round up loose cattle, and the body of it was really beat to hell. "She was looking sexy aaaas usual." It was Joe speaking; he drew out the word 'as' for emphasis.
"No I di'n't," Bill called out from a further-off spot. Tyson heard the metallic clink of a tool being used. "What was she wearin'?"
"She had on tight ass jeans..." Tyson noticed that he was automatically excluded from this little chat. He wasn't surprised.
"Of course."
"...And this t-shirt that was so low I swear if she took a deep breath them nice tits she has would pop out."
