A festival on a farm

Nicole digs into the back of her t-shirt drawer until she finds the shirt she was seeking. It's an Obama "Hope" shirt that belonged to her mother. She hadn't worn it in a decade but was amused at herself for remembering it. She was sure Huck would hate it. Her pandemic pounds definitely made it a tight fit. She also slips into a denim skirt that comes down just above her knees. She didn't really care for the skirt, but at the rate she was losing clothes this week she thought it would be best to play it safe.

Nicole uses her time alone to hop on Discord and update her group quickly. She gives BettyHeartsJughead access to her mobile's location tracker just in case she goes missing.

WhoreFromHome: Huck's taking me somewhere, but he keeps making me feel dumb whenever I ask where.

BettyHeartsJughead: Be safe.

ReverandBlueJeans: Who's Huck?

WhoreFromHome: You know. The guy you all found to use me for three weeks.

ReverandBlueJeans: His name isn't "Huck."

WhoreFromHome: Stop messing with me. That's what everyone called him at poker. That was even the name is nephew used.

ReverandBlueJeans: Nope. Not Huck. Must be a nickname. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyway, have fun!

Nicole was now irritated. She was happy that she learned his name because it meant she could try to research him once she had some downtime.

WhoreFromHome: Do you know where he's taking me?

ReverandBlueJeans logs out. He was fast becoming her least favorite person in the Discord group.

BettyHeartsJughead: I don't have a busy day, so I'll keep an eye on your location.

"Yo slut," the man she thought was named Huck yells up the stairs. "We need to get going. Bring a book or something to keep yourself entertained in the truck."

WhoreFromHome: gtg. I'll check in when I can.

Nicole glances in the mirror before she heads downstairs. The shirt was much tighter than she remembers. It's also thinned over the years. Not wearing a bra, per Huck's request, there's a faint outline of her nipples. She considers changing, but Huck yells up again for her to hurry up. It'll probably be fine.

When Nicole comes down the stairs Huck bellows with laughter. "Holy shit, a Barack Hussein Obama shirt, you're a funny girl. Did you think that would trigger me?"

Nicole smiles. She's relieved his response was laughter and not anger. "Maybe a little?" she replies with a naughty smile.

Huck nods. "I like this side of you. Can't wait to see how that shirt goes over where we're going."

The smile drops from Nicole's face. "What do you mean? Should I change?"

"Nope. It's perfect. Let's go," and he smacks her ass.

Nicole freezes at the door to leave her apartment. What if Tabitha or Kennedy sees her with him? "Where are you parked?"

"I had to park all the way on the other side of the complex. One of your neighbors must have been having a party because there wasn't any parking near your place. Maybe you should get me a resident parking sticker." He laughs.

That brings Nicole some relief. Maybe no one saw his truck.

"Can we go?" he says placing his hand against her back to push her forward.

Nicole takes a deep breath and looks outside. It's quiet. She hurries, "yeah, come on." She follows him to his truck. It's even worse to see in person. The truck nuts are so big. Nicole climbs up into the cab of the truck. The whole time her eyes dart around afraid someone she knows will see her. She's mostly certain she makes it without being spotted. Mostly.

They start on their way and Nicole decides to use the opportunity to try to learn more about the man. "So, Huck, is that short for something?"

"Yeah, Huckleberry. Ha! Just kidding. No, it's not. And it's none of your business. Listen, rules of my truck. Women speak when spoken to. Suck cock when told to. Otherwise, mind your book or look at your phone." He cranks up the country-western song on the radio.

Nicole releases a long sigh. He was so annoying.

After about 20 minutes Huck turns down the radio and decides to speak to her. "Sounds like things went well with Vinnie?"

Nicole wasn't ready to talk about Huck's nephew, but replies, "yes. I gave him the girlfriend experience like you asked."

"Good girl," he grabs her thigh and squeezes. "Was he a one-minute wonder?"

Nicole blushes on Vincent's behalf. Why would anyone want to know that about a nephew? "The first time, yes, but the second time he lasted much longer."

"Twice? Wow, I didn't think he had it in him."

"Mmm. In between naps."

Huck laughs. His hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt. "He wants to see you again."

Nicole nods. "Yes, he mentioned that on his way out." His fingers find their way to her uncovered pussy.

"He needs more experience. You should make yourself available."

Nicole releases a soft moan as a finger pushes inside her. She didn't want to see Vincent again. It was too dangerous. He was clearly confusing lust for love. "I want to remain available for you," she says and adjusts herself to give him better access.

"That's the correct answer, but it wasn't a suggestion. You and your friends are tech-savvy. Find a way. Just make sure we don't show up to use you at the same time."

"Yes, honey," she moans thinking she'd pretend to forget.

"Now play with yourself for the rest of the trip, but don't cum. I need to focus on driving." He takes his fingers away.

"Yes, honey," she says again. Briefly, she shakes her head for saying it so much. He isn't her 'honey' no matter how much he wanted her to pretend.

Nicole edges for 30 minutes straight. By the time they pull down a long dirt road to a dirt parking lot packed with cars, she's a horny mess. Her hand and thighs shine with arousal. "Oh god, there are so many people," she whimpers. She became increasingly comfortable as they drive deeper into the farmlands outside of the city, because she thought he might be taking her to fuck in a field. Not this.

Huck laughs again at her surprise. "I honestly didn't think you'd keep going for so long. It took all of my willpower to not fuck you on the side of the road."

She would have preferred that to getting out of the truck surrounded by people. She realizes the back of her skirt must have a sizable wet spot. As he pulls into a spot Nicole starts to take in the surroundings. Most of the vehicles have bumper stickers similar to Huck's. A few trucks have giant "Trump 2024" or "Let's Go Brandon" flags. All of the people walking toward the gate of what seems to be a festival are adults. Most are older than her. Overwhelmingly men, but some are clearly with their wives. The men are generally dressed like Huck and the older women are dressed like her grandmother. What stands out is the number of women she sees around her age tend to be blonde and are showing off skin - short shorts, bikini tops, mini skirts - a lot of red, white and blue.

"I can't get out," she whispers.

"Sure you can."

"My skirt is all wet. People will think I pissed myself."

"Well, babe, maybe you should have thought of that before jilling your sloppy cunt for more than half an hour."

"But you told me..."

"Sure I did, are you saying you'll do anything I tell you?"

She can't find the voice to answer. A week ago she would have said no, but the last few days she found herself increasingly compliant. Instead of answering the question she opens the door with a sigh and hops down to the ground. She sees herself in the truck mirror and her nipples are putting the shirt's material to work. Why couldn't they just go have sex in a corn field?

He takes her hand. "Come on, don't be shy. I'm the one that has to be seen with a pants-wetting Obama lover."

She doesn't feel sorry for him, but she walks alongside him as if they're a bizarro world couple.

He speaks as they go through check-in and her age is verified. "The owner of this farm has been putting on these festivals three or four times a year since 2016. It's a place for real Americans sick of the college town elites to gather."

"You mean a safe space?" Nicole says even surprising herself with her quick wit.

"Well, shit, you're full of spunk today. Ain't'cha? No, not a safe space, pervert. A festival of ideas where we can enjoy the true order of life. I've attended a few but my..." he pauses for a moment "...ex was a stick in the mud and never wanted to take part in any of the activities."

Nicole gets lots of looks as they walk onto the festival grounds. A few people say "thanks, Obama" and give her a high-five. She realizes most people must think she's wearing the shirt ironically. That gives her some relief. Huck stops in front of a wooden pole with arrow signs pointing in various directions. The sign references activities like "music stage," "amateur pole stage," "lube tent," "shooting gallery," "pie eating contest," "titty party," and more.