A fair trade?

24-Nov-23

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By Nate J

After leaving a bar out truck doesn’t start and a guy we had been shooting pool with all night offers a helping hand.

Me and my gf of two years drove into Iowa to check out a bar a buddy had told me about. It was only a little over an hr across the state line so we took her old Chevy truck her dad gave her years ago. I was a little skeptical to take it that far but when she came down in her short cut dress and boots all I could think about was plowing her over the hood later that night.
We got to the bar around 9pm and started shooting pool with different couples through the night. I made friends with a dude who reminded me of my buddy so he wasn’t too bad to chat with other than he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Lacy and was sure to let me know how beautiful she was and how her blonde curls were “sexy” he cautiously would whisper in my ear.
We both had black cowboy hats on and were close to the same size and each had a mustache. Lacy didn’t know she put his hat on and when I came back from the bathroom she was about to take her shot when I said nice hat and lifted her dress up as she screeched and turned with a beat red face and saw me and my almost look alike Max in the clear path to have gotten a perfect view of her red panties and white ass cheeks. “Hey she’s mine now that she has my hat on” he says with a laugh and a look like he would give anything to fuck my gf. The night got later and lacy was now so drunk I had to help her to the truck. Just our luck the truck won’t start I cranked and cranked and knew I needed a new rotor bug for it too fire off.
“Sounds like the ignition” max says as he comes across the parking lot “ya damn thing” I say staring at the sky “y’all come to the house and we’ll get it fixed in the morning” with no other option that late and that drunk I took his offer and loaded Lacy in the back and closed the door and got in the front seat.
He didn’t live far from the bar but it was on 400 acres of land he inherited and a big log cabin style two story “holy shit” I said as I grabbed us 2 more beers from the cooler “it’s just you here” I asked as I took a drink “me and my now 12 yo daughter since her mom left” a four wheeler pulls up from the pasture “this is her now” he opens up the door and hops out of the truck to meet her and I start getting Lacy out