The Biggest Now Caught

"Now don't be mad when I catch the biggest fish again," Heather replies as her head stares at the end of her own lure. She's carefully winding the line in slowly inch by inch, "Some boys don't like when their ass gets handed to by girls, I hope you're not one of them!"

"Heather," Zack turns his head and looks over the side of her face, smiling slightly from her form, "Losing to a girl like you, hah, even getting second place to Heather Raver's is still a win of its own!"

"Oh?" she smiles heartily but her eyes stay focused on her line, "Is that so?"

"Smart, sexy, easy going, fun, competitive, intelligent, beautiful..." Zack trails off compliments, "Should I keep going?"

"Flattery won't win this contest, Zachary." she eventually breaks her gaze from the lure as her cheeks bunch up from the compliments and she smiles at the boy, "It's appreciated, thank you very much, but isn't going to help you win!" she gives a friendly nod.

Zack side steps, bringing his body closer to Heather, "True, it may not, but when I kick your ass this round hopefully it'll ease your anger!" he grumbles out as he pivots in his step, shoving the side of his waist into her own, causing her to stumble slightly and let out a few laughs.

"Oh you!" she replies, "And I hope when I kick your ass, for the second time in a row, your ego doesn't explode and you get all mopey!" she pivots in her step, crashing her hip into the boys.

"Well, maybe you should compliment me then! Ease the pain!" he jests.

"Fat chance, Zacky!" she shoots back, "Your ass is going down!" her playful manner continues.

It isn't long before Heather is the first one to get something caught on her lure. Her fishing rod bends down as she jerks it up and begins to reel it in, "Oh yeah!!" she grins out big as she's fighting against a monster, "Another big one it looks!"

"Lucky, lucky!" Zack gives her a quick smirk before turning his body away from Heather's and casting his lure out far off in the distance.

Just like before, after only a minute of fighting with the fish hooked on the end of her line she gets it up to the pier. A larger bluegill, smaller than the large mouth bass she caught only a little earlier but still a decent sized, maybe six or seven inches. As she lifts the rod up, pulling the fish out of the water she rests it down on the pier, kneels down to it, takes the pliers to detach the hook and sticks her thumb into the mouth, holding it in the air and inspecting it, "Hmm, not the biggest, but can you beat it?!" she smiles at Zack who is still casting out and reeling his lure in.

Once more, Heather kneels down and fiddles through her tackle box and pulls out a tape measure, carefully measuring the fish as well as she can and after deciding what the numbers show, "five and three quarter inches!" she nods, "Just under six, good luck Zack!" she grins before she shimmies her knees to the edge of the pier and almost as if it's a delicate piece of treasure, she carefully lays the fish down in the water and allows it to slither out of her hands and swim off into the distance.

Heather could continue to fish and attempt to catch something bigger but instead she wants to toy with Zack while he continues to get his first catch of the day. She leans her rod against the railing of the pier and casually strolls over behind Zack, wrapping her arms around his chest and pulling her body into his, all the while, resting her chin on his shoulder so their cheeks are almost touching, "You ever gonna catch anything today?" her voice is so soft.

"Thought I'd let you catch something first." Zack begins, "Didn't want to kick your ass too fast by catching the biggest fish ever. It'd demoralize you and you'd hate that, I know how competitive you can get."

"Oh, is that so?" she coos in his ear, "So you're only looking out for poor ol' me?"

"Yup." Zack states matter-of-fact, "But now watch this!" Zack lifts the pole over his head and casts it out again. The lure flies far off into the distance, a good forty or so feet into the weedy lake bed and he lets it sit for a few seconds. He actually really likes how the two of them are standing. Zack was holding the fishing rod, watching the lure sink to the bottom and all the while, this warm body was behind him, her bosom against his back, her hands wrapped around his naked chest and her chin on his shoulder, softly listening to her breaths and feeling her heart beat. He felt as if he could just stand here in this position with this girl behind him the entire day.

"Shouldn't you start reeling?" Heather says, breaking the boy from his daydream, "Ain't gonna catch anything having it play dead."

"Just wait..." The boy grins, attempting to be cocky, "It's just sinking to the bottom, where the big fish are..."

"Oh, you wouldn't..." Heather knows exactly what the boy is attempting to do. The bottom feeders, those big disgusting, awful tasting catfish that hang out at the bottom of the lake and eat all the filth that nothing else wants, "Zack, you wouldn't!"

"Oh yes, Heather." he grins and then soon after, his rod bends hard, "Whoooa boy!!" his mouth drops open as he begins to reel it in. It causes Heather to step away from the boy to give him space, slightly depressing the boy as her warmth is now gone but at least he's caught something. Heather moves over to where she set the pliers and tape measure down as Zack continues to reel it in, bringing the hopefully huge catfish in a lot faster than he was hoping for. It wasn't long before the fish he was fighting against was near the surface of the water and with another quick pull up, the fish emerges, hooked to his lure and hanging only a foot above the water.

"A sunfish!" Heather laughs, "Sorry Zacky, that doesn't look to big! Fat, but not big!" she pokes her tongue out as her body almost happily dances in place to the fact that she assumes she won the competition.

Zack's face almost falls flat as he reaches out with his hand to grip the Sunfish. At the same time, Heather hands him the pliers and he takes the lure out of the fish's mouth and leans his rod against the railing. Heather holds the tape measure out as Zack drapes the fish against it.

"Not even five inches!" Heather's tongue sticks out, "Well well well..." her cocky words roll off her tongue as Zack just grins and gives the cheerleader an eye roll, "He talks the talk, but can't walk the walk!" she teases.

Zack wasn't annoyed one bit though. He knew he lost, fair and square, his sunfish was almost a full inch shorter than Heather's bluegill. Although truthfully, it's not like he really lost though, if the game was that the loser had to give the winner oral sex, was it really a loss in his book? To be able to eat out the Goddess known as Heather Ravers and attempt to bring her to an orgasm? That's not losing, hell, in his mind, that's winning.

"Yeah yeah yeah!" Zack smiles back as he kneels down, holding the sunfish between his hands, his first catch of the day. "I guess you win!" he leans forward, releasing the slimy fish back into the lake. As he extends his legs to bring himself back up, his body turns and to his amazement, Heather is right in front of him, their bodies practically touching and their faces only inches apart, "H-Heather?" the boy questions.

"Well..." Heather leans forward, bringing her mouth right into the boys ear, "So we measured the fish and it looks like..." her hand is moving almost carelessly down Zack's arm, trailing down his bicep, to his forearm, wrist, fingers until it moves lower. "My bluegill and your sunfish..." her hand stops on the front of Zack's swimming trunks, "Oh?" she backs up, giving the boy a confused look as her fingers start to palm and grip his cock over the fabric of his trunks, "What's this?" she cocks her head, playing dumb, "Wow, looks like you caught a monster..." her lower lip curls back as she gives the boy such a tantalizing look.

"H-Heather!" Zack's words get caught in his throat. "W-What are you..."

"I thought I caught the biggest catch but from what I'm feeling..." she palms his crotch harder, causing his hidden away dick to become more and more aroused, "It appears you had the longest and thickest hidden away..." her voice was intoxicating and it was causing the boy's heart to beat faster and his breaths to quicken. She steps forward, still palming his ever growing crotch as she brings her lips once more up to the boys ear and releases such a sensual moan directly into him, "Ooh, Zachary..." she groans, "Oooh Zack!" she does again causing his cock to throb, "Ooooh, what do we have here?" her voice sounding so full of lust.

"Y-Yeah?" Zack licks his lips between pants, "W-What is it?" he can't really focus anymore as those delicate fingers of Heather's continue their dance over his swimming trucks.

"Our friends." she bites her lower lip and looks off in the distance. She can see a canoe making it's way towards the same beach where they brought their own to shore, "That's too bad." her voice trails off as she steps back, releasing her body from his own and taking her hand away from his junk, "Would hate to keep them waiting, eh?" she winks.

"W-W-Well...I mean!" Zack tries his best, "They wouldn't have to wait long, I can be quick!" he immediately lets out, before he turns flush from embarrassing himself, "I-I mean, I can go long, if needed but..."

"Yeah..." she trails that word off, "But I'd hate for them to have to wait for us." she pretends to pout, "Oh Zacky, we can't be rude! We have a picnic to prepare!" her tongue pokes out as she bites the tip of it.

"H-Heather...I'm uhh..." he gulps down, kind of stunned and unsure what to say.

"Come on! They are our friends! We can't keep them waiting!" she playfully stomps her foot on the wooden pier, pretending to assert dominance. After a few flirty smiles and laughs she leans forward and gives the boy a kiss on the cheek before she turns to the side and grabs both their fishing rods, "You get the tackle box and I'll get the hard rods..." she teases those words before she takes a few steps away from the railing of the pier, granting such a seductive look at the boy as his shorts are still slightly tented, "To be continued?" she asks as she bites her lower lip.

With a heavy gulp down of saliva into his stomach, Zack takes a deep breath before kneeling down and gripping the tackle box. He takes only a few seconds to close and lock up the tackle box, but also allowing his body to regain control of itself. Then he stands back and up and grins at Heather, "We'll see." he shrugs, now trying to play it off, "Maybe this is how the story ends?" he gives her a wink, "But come on Heather, our friends are waiting!" the boy steps forward, bumping his shoulder off her own and walking back down the pier, making his way back to their friends.

Heather loved it that the boy was teasing her right back and now trading blow for blow. She was so very turned on by this point and she was completely surprised that Zack was able to keep his cool, taunt her a little bit and push passed her. As she stands there, watching the boy walk off, staring at his exposed back, his muscular arms and his firm ass under those swimming trunks, she couldn't help but lust after the boy, truly hoping that eventually sometime today, the words she just said, would come true. "To be continued..."