River Ride extended preview

River Ride.

              “We should have stayed with the group.”  Hazel snorted.  “Now we are lost in the middle of the fucking woods!”

              “Come on.”  Terry spun around.  “We are just getting in touch with nature.  It’s a wonderful thing.  Besides, I am sure we will find our way back to the trail and the camp eventually.”

              “You said that an hour ago.”

              “And I am still right.  We just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and we will eventually find our way.  Have to keep that chin up.”  She smiled as she noticed what looked like a house in the distance.  “See what did I tell you.  I think I see one of the cabins now.  Let’s go!”

              “Out here?  But we are nowhere near camp.”

              Terry’s hand wrapped around Hazel’s arm.  “Sure, we are.  You are just a bit spun around after we overturned our raft in the river.   Let’s hurry.”  They ran through the trees, the multi-colored leaves falling down onto their heads as they ran up to the lone cabin.  A chill ran down Hazel’s spine as she realized that this wasn’t the campgrounds but instead some lone house in the middle of the forest.

              “Umm, Terry.  I think we should go.  Whoever lives here isn’t affiliated with the camp, if anyone is here at all.”

              “Oh, nonsense.”  She strode up to the door bravely.  “I am sure they can help us back.  Maybe they have some map or some food.”  She knocked on the door.  “Hello?  We are from the summer camp and were wondering. . .”  The door creaked open, and the two girls peeked inside.  The cabin was rustic, and there were cobwebs all over.

              “That is, it.  I am out!”

              “No way.”  Terry took a step inside.  “Not until we find something that can help us get back.”  She looked at the plate of sizzling meat sitting on the counter.  “See, someone is living here.  Come on.”

              Hazel took a tentative step inside.  “I don’t feel good about breaking and entering.”

              “No one will know.  Now come on.”

              “Ughhh.”  Hazel closed the door behind her as Terry made her way through the house.  But as Terry’s eyes were fixated on finding a map, Hazel’s gaze fell upon the food cooling on the table.  Steaming hot roast, a bowl of soup.  So much bread.  Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn’t had anything to eat all day.  Ignoring her better instincts, she sat down and picked up a piece of bread, dipping it in the soup.  “Mhhhhm.”  She licked her lips.  “This is so good.”

              “What is going on here?”  An elderly woman walked through the front door of the cabin.

              Hazel jumped to her feet.  “I am so sorry.  My friend.  She. . .”

              Terry walked back into the room.   “Ahh.  You must be the owner of this fine place.  We were just looking to find our way back to the campgrounds.”

              “You were?”  The woman walked towards them.  “Is that why you decided to try and steal from me?”

              “Umm, no?  Borrow, perhaps.”

              “Silence.  I have little patience for troublemakers like you.  But I am also fair.”  She smiled.  “I will help you get back to the campgrounds.  If you head out of my cabin in that direction. . .”  She pointed out the window.  “You will find a river.  If you follow it in the direction it flows, you will arrive back.”

              “Why, thank you.”

              “But you won’t be walking.”  She pointed at Hazel.  “Instead, your glutton-filled mouth will cause you to float down the river.”  Hazel moaned, feeling a strange sensation wash over her as the old woman pointed at her with her bony finger.  “And if your friend wants to reach your camp in any efficient time, maybe she should. . . oh, you will figure it out.”  She then pointed to the door.  “Now, get out of my house before I change my mind on letting you go!”

              Terry walked to the door and bowed.  “Thank you for helping us.”

              “GET OUT!”

              Hazel rushed to the door.  “Let’s go.”

              “Agreed.”  The pair hurried in the direction they had been directed, finding the river in about fifteen minutes.  “Okay.  Now we just need to follow it back to the campsite.”  Terry put her hands on her hips.  “Shouldn’t be too hard.”  She turned her head to look back at Hazel.  “Right?  Wait, why are you moaning?”

              “I. . . ughhh. . . I think that old woman did something to me.”  Hazel fell down onto her hands and knees.  “I feel. . . weird.  My. . . breasts.  My ass.  It feels on. . . fire!”

              Terry rolled her eyes and turned around.  “It’s your imagination.  Look let’s get walking already.  You are not going into the river.”

              “But. . . I feel so hot.  I need a minute.”

              “Okay.”  She held up her index finger.  “One minute.”

              As they waited, Terry rubbed her breasts.  “The heat is becoming more intense.”  She moaned.  “Ughh.”  Her voice began to rise and become squeaky.  “Oh fuckkkkk!”  Her breasts suddenly swelled a few inches, stretching out her sweat-soaked t-shirt.”