The Suit

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Authors: B. N. Toler
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
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Edie.” Nikki shakes her head before smiling up at the Suit again. “It’s nice to fucking meet you,” she adds before turning and prancing back to a group of guys surrounding Dave’s diesel truck.
    “She was…interesting,” the suit laughs.
    “She’s my best friend,” I tell him proudly.
    “She seems as crazy as my best friend.”
    “Oh, is your best friend the male version of Barbie with a potty mouth that could make the devil blush?”
    “I’ll put it this way, I think if they ever met they’d get along heavenly,” he chuckles.
    I make introductions with anyone we approach, but after a while I’m hot and sweaty and I want to cool off. “Let’s get in, Nikki,” I call to her and she bounces toward me, pulling her dress over her head, causing every male in the near proximity to stop doing whatever they’re doing and stare.
    I quickly tug my dress over my head and toss it on the tailgate of Dave’s truck.
    “You coming, John?” Nikki invites.
    Like every other male here, the suit seems to be hypnotized, but not by Nikki. His gaze is honed in on me. Without my dress to cover myself, I have no choice but to stand here and let him feast. After a few seconds, he shakes his as if he’s just realized he’s been staring at me. “Uh…yeah,” he finally manages and pulls his white T-shirt off.
    Now, this is the moment when pretty much every female close by stops and stares at the suit. I suppose all the ladies around here are familiar with the variety of men so when a hot newbie takes hi s shirt off in front of us, we’re going to look. I have to admit, I’m a little stunned by his amazing body as well and it takes me a few seconds to realize I’m staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. But I’m quickly snapped out of it when Dierk suddenly jerks me up over his shoulder and runs into the water with me.

 
     

     
     
    Why did I fucking come to this? I knew I’d hate it. It’s exactly like all the little country get-togethers of farm kids from where I grew up. I know why I came. Because I’m a perverted bastard that wanted to see another glimpse of Edie in that excuse of a bikini she’s wearing.
    My day has sucked. Coming back and working on a farm has flooded me with memories I have held at bay for years now. Memories I don’t want. But I thought, hey, maybe I can let loose and have some fun, even get to know Edie a little better so things aren’t quite so awkward between us. But mostly I just wanted to see her in her swimsuit again.
    But now, that douchewad from her house the other morning just dragged her into the water and I want to punch someone. I have no idea why, either. I mean, I’m attracted to her, but there is no chance in hell we’d ever hook up. So why do I care if some dude is flirting with her? As I fume to myself, my eye catches Edie’s friend, Nikki, watching me peculiarly. “Well, come on, John, let’s get that sexy ass of yours in the water,” she giggles and jerks me with her. “Come on, Joey!” she shouts as we move toward the water. Joey runs past us fast as hell and plunges in the water splashing Edie and Dierk.
    Edie’s gaze is fixed on me as I tread in the water with Nikki. Her eyes are glued to my stomach and I smirk. I work out, a lot. I’m not a body builder or anything, but being in shape is important to me, and working out and lifting weights, is a great stress release. Something I’ve needed with school and work.
    “So, Jake,” Dierk says to me. Dick.
    “John,” Joey corrects him as he slicks back his blonde hair.
    “Oh, sorry,” he snorts an obviously fake apology. “How do you like Holly Springs?”
    I submerge myself in the water before answering him. Nikki, Edie, Dierk, Joey, and I are sort of forming a circle in the murky water. “It’s okay.” I shrug.
    “The suit here is from the city. He’s not a big fan of small towns,” Edie adds.
    “The suit?” Dierk’s brows furrow.
    “Lovely little nickname Edie here has given

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