This is a work of fiction. While the town and businesses in the vicinity are factual, all names, characters and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
It was commonly understood by everybody that Aubrey Murphy was the cutest little thing in Brewster County. Hell, let's be honest, she was the cutest little thing in three counties - and in far West Texas that's a whole lot of real estate.
In a place like Alpine, it wasn't hard for Aubrey to stand out from the crowd. She had been the talk of the town ever since she first made her entrance into the world. She was the latest in a long line of Murphys that went back to the time of the town's founding in the 1880s. To be a Murphy in Brewster Country meant something big, real big -- Texas big -- especially in a state where a person's lineage continued to matter, and particularly out in the less inhabited places unaffected by recent surges in population.
From the moment she arrived, Aubrey had the sweetest set of blue eyes anyone had ever seen. There were even discussions among some of the residents as to what specific shade of blue they were. Everything from sapphire, Persian, cobalt and deep blue were argued and debated by Alpine's inhabitants. Really, it had more to do with what Aubrey was wearing and what the weather outside was like than any other factor. Most days, in the clear blue skies over southwest Texas, with the sun blazing overhead, the color of her eyes would have been described as deep sky blue -- which was altogether fitting.
Standing at just about 5 feet 5 inches, Aubrey had medium blonde hair that was a shade of creamy bronze or sand, almost champagne in color when she was outside. As she grew older, her hair turned a few shades darker as her eyes changed a few shades lighter. Most people couldn't tell one way or another anyway because Aubrey always wore a studded brown-stained cowboy hat that covered her head and shielded her eyes.
The Murphy family lived on a sprawling 20,000-acre ranch about five miles outside of Alpine, heading west on route 90 toward Marfa. It had been there that the first Murphy claimed land when they settled in the region and it had passed down from generation to generation.
Aubrey was her Daddy through and through, and she helped him tirelessly to manage the livestock and to keep the place running. All they had was each other now, after her mom had run off a few years back with a traveling rodeo star and her older brother went to college way up in Dallas.
To Aubrey, Dallas seemed as far away as the moon and she just couldn't image why anyone would ever want to leave Alpine in the first place. This was her home. These were her people. It was in her bones and blood, a part of the very fabric of her being. She never wanted or had any desire to leave this part of the world, and she fully expected to marry and settle down in the same place her family had resided for almost 140 years. If it was good enough for them, it was good enough for her. She was country and it was her.
There was never a shortage of boys vying for her attention. It wasn't enough that she was extraordinarily beautiful -- a purely natural gift from the Gods. Aubrey also had one hell of a personality and was often called a "spitfire" by her Daddy. The twinkle in her eyes and the dimples on her cheeks stood out clearly every time she smiled or laughed, which was often, and it just about knocked every guy off his feet. They couldn't even help themselves. Yet, the one thing that kept them all at bay was her Daddy -- and the shotgun he kept loaded and ready for use by the door.
Most times, Aubrey paid scant attention to the boys. By now, she was used to them staring at her. They, and everyone else, had been doing it her whole life so she hardly noticed anymore. Over the years, a few very lucky fellows had accompanied Aubrey to school dances or Friday night football games -- Go Fightin' Bucks! But they were always a little disappointed when Aubrey chose to circulate among everyone and not just hang out with them exclusively.
Still, when the lucky boy took her back home afterwards they always received a token kiss goodnight. Most times it was on the cheek but occasionally, depending on the situation or the boy, one of them might just get a kiss on the lips. That inevitably gave the lucky soul a pounding hard-on in their pants to accompany their drive back to town. A lovely parting gift from Aubrey, one they would immediately rub out once they got home with thoughts of her racing through their mind and the smell of her perfume on their shirts.
It wasn't that Aubrey was a prude. She was just particular. Guys had one thing on their minds. Only one thing and it was always on their mind. She was selective, choosy even, but that's just the way it was. There was nothing personal or hurtful about it. More than anything, she was cautious. She knew all too well just how popular she was and she never wanted to give anyone the wrong impression. Aubrey prided herself on getting along with everyone. Beauty has its privileges.
Part of her innate appeal was her warm and loving nature. She was a hugger. It was how she was raised and it was how she greeted everyone. You could say it was just another aspect of her southern charm. That, and the soft accent that oozed out of her mouth like warm honey. Yup, all things considered, Aubrey was simply the most attractive specimen around. She was appealing in practically every way a person can be, inside and out. It was no wonder that she turned heads and sprouted boners wherever she went.
As her senior year in high school progressed something inside Aubrey's body lit up like a firecracker on the 4
th
of July. It was as if she had been sitting in idle for years and then -- BAM -- all at once her body engine revved up and was ready to fly. She started getting urges, some of them rather intense in nature, and began fantasizing about doing different sexual things with boys. Despite all of her best laid plans about being cautious Aubrey was curious about sex and she wanted -- needed -- to explore.
It wasn't as if Aubrey hadn't ever thought much about sex. She wasn't ignorant, not by a long shot. Thanks to the internet she could find out any damn thing she wanted. It was just that she was extremely busy. Between her schooling and helping her Daddy on the ranch, Aubrey was as busy as could be. Any interest or curiosity or urges were always worked out of her and she pretty much collapsed in bed at night from exhaustion.
Every now and then Aubrey would satisfied herself before drifting off to sleep. Laying on her stomach she would reach down with her right hand and rub on her pussy. While it was always pleasurable, she never achieved climax and usually just gave up after a while as the need for sleep took precedence over her need for release. Yet, even these solo adventures had dramatically increased to the point that Aubrey was playing with herself almost every night. Sometimes she only massaged her clit but other nights she worked two fingers into her wet hole. Still, there was never a climax -- just a whole lotta feeling good.
Unable to wait any longer, Aubrey settled on a more assertive approach to fulfil her curiosities. She decided that whoever asked her to the boys' last home basketball game that Friday night was going to get more than just her company, and the prospect excited her immensely. She was ready to explore!
The unsuspecting participant ended up being Justin Reece, a fellow senior who just happened to be the class president. When he approached Aubrey after Math class Friday morning and inquired about her plans for the game she eagerly agreed to go with him. They made arrangements for him to pick her up at her house a little early so they could grab a bite to eat before the game.
When Justin's silver Ford F-150 truck turned right from route 90 into the half-mile long drive that led to the 6000-square-foot log cabin she lived in with her Daddy, Aubrey was dressed and ready to go. She walked out onto the wrap-around wooden porch to wait dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a rose colored long sleeve sweatshirt blouse and, of course, her studded brown-stained cowboy hat. She looked the picture of perfection!
As Justin slowly pulled around the expansive circular driveway and saw Aubrey waiting for him his heart damn near leaped in his chest. He felt his tongue swell to twice its normal size and his dick started crawling down his leg.
Jesus Christ Almighty
