EroticReverie

Beau Brooks

"What in the city girl is that?" my friend Rhett chuckles as we stand leaning up against my truck, my sister Brianne and her friend Julie who is Rhett's girlfriend standing near us. 

We all turn our heads to where he's looking and my brows lift, and curiously gaze up and down the leggy blonde across the street , stepping out of a pickup truck that she doesn't belong in. No girl that looks like that, drives a fucking pickup. 

"She's definitely lost." Julie laughs quietly. 

The girl has on a white thin strapped dress with a a low neckline, and it's backless, and she's wearing a giant pair of sunglasses, and bright cherry red heels that match her cherry red painted lips. I watch her shut the door of the truck like it's got the plague , her fingers doing all they can not to touch the exterior. She even let's out a little shiver after is creaks shut and slams closed. 

All the eyes on the street are drawn to her I notice as I look at the faces on the sidewalk on her side of the street. 

"You lost sugar?" asks Beatrice, the shop owner of book store she's parked outside of.

The girl looks around, her high ponytail whipping around her as she looks to Beatrice, then looks behind her and back and back at Beatrice.

"Who? Me?" she asks, lifting a manicured hand to her chest with a little laugh. 

"You aint from round here. I never seen ya." Harold the shop owner of the hardware store right next the book store pipes in, also standing outside under the awning over Beatrice's shop. 

"Oh, no, I'm not." the blonde girls says, walking around her truck and holding out a hand to Beatrice. 

"I'm Savannah" she says. "Nice to meet you." 

Beatrice takes her hand with a friendly smile but Harold puffs out a loud laugh. 

"You're not Savannah darlin', not even close." he says. It's not meant to be rude, but it I watch the blonde girl take a step back.

"I'm sorry?" she says. 

"Just saying, your name don't match the image in front of me darlin" he says. 

"I'm Beatrice...this old fool is Harold...don't mind him none." Beatrice says, patting the girls hand with one hand, still holding it with the other. 

The blonde girl smiles kindly at Beatrice, then decides after a moment to taker her advice. 

"I'm staying with my aunt for the rest of the year....Carolanne Stuart" she says. 

"How you know Carolanne?" Harold asks too loudly. 

"Clean your ears out Harold, she just said she's her niece" Beatrice snips at him, making me smile as Harold jerks his head back at Beatrice's tone. 

"Niece huh?" he says, grabbing his suspenders and hiking up his pants up over his belly. He was a thin old man, but also drank more beer in this town than probably all of us combined when he wasn't working his shop. 

"How come we aint never seen you round before?" Harold asks loudly again. As if he skeptical of her...the supermodel blonde with the longs legs, treating her like she's a domestic terrorist. 

"Oh I...I'm from New York ...um..New York City...I live in Manhattan... I've never visited before. " Savannah says. 

New York. Yeah, that dress, those shoes, that shiny perfect long blonde ponytail , New York makes sense. 

"New York, no wonder you look fancy." Harold huffs, and looks her up and down as if her wardrobe is the goverment coming to try and take away his fire arms. 

"Um, thank you?" Savannah cocks her head. 

Harold makes a noise a little "hmpf". Crochety old bastard. 

"You're Carolanne's niece?" Beatrice asks, as if just not picking up on what Savannah told them. 

"Yeah, I am" Savannah says. 

"Oh, on her side on her husbands side?" Beatrice asks. 

"Her side." Savannah answers.

"That means your Carly's girl?" Beatrice asks, her voice going tender, her eyes going sad. 

"Yes." Savannah says, finally drawing her hand from Beatrice's. She's uncomfortable, I can see it in the way she goes rigid, her posture becoming defensive. 

"Oh sugar, I'm so sorry to hear about your mama" she says, clutching a hand to her chest.

"Thank you." Savannah says tightly. 

"I knew her , till she was about your age, then she moved outta town. She was a good girl your mama." Beatrice nods. 

Savannah just stands there frozen. I didn't know her mother, but apparently she passed away, and in that moment. I don't know why, but I push up off the truck, cross the street to save the poor city girl from this sudden memorial of her mother. 

"Hey there Hollywood" I say. Making her turn. "Name's Beau." I say and hold out my hand. I watch her look down at my hand and back up at me. I needed to make her forget she was sad. Don't know why, just did. The only way my dumbass could think to do that, was by calling her Hollywood. 

"Savannah." she says, her head tilting back down to look at my open hand. Then she turns back Beatrice and I just smile slightly.

"It was so nice to meet you." she says, even throwing rude ass old Harold another forced polite smile. "You too Harold, I'll be seeing you all around." she says and turns, without even looking at me and is making her way back around the truck. I follow.

"what about me? Will you be seein me around too Hollywood?" I ask and she pauses at drivers side door. Turning her head. 

"I imagine so...Beau." she says af is she's not too pleased by that fact, but I just smile, flashing my teeth and my dimples. 

"I'll be waitin." I say, give her a wink and then walk back across the street. I can feel her watching as I just stroll casually back to the truck. My friends and sister all with tilted heads and questioning stares. 

"Ain't your type." My sister Brianne says. 

"I ain't got a type." I say. 

My best friend Rhett laughs, so does my sister, and Julie. 

"Oh yes you do." Julie chirps as the door to the truck closes and the engine starts. 

"You like simple, you like easy breezy, and that...ain't simple. That is high maintenance." Julie says. 

I just lean against the truck, watch as the pretty face , hidden behind those sunglasses , peeks slightly over across the street at me, then behind the truck and pulls onto the road and away, and I watch the old brown pickup drive away. 

"Well, maybe it's time for a challenge." I smile to myself and my friends and sister laugh.

"She eats guys like you ALIVE Beau" Julie laughs. 

"Aint big on cannibalism...but I might just let her do it." I say and they laugh and I make a mental note to make sure I see Savannah again real soon.