Untamed Reunion

Chapter 3

Hazel

D aphne came over at two, just like we had planned. We stuffed ourselves with pepperoni pizza as a late lunch or early dinner, dunch, as we call it, and now we’re getting ready to go.

I slip the handkerchief-style dress over my head, letting the fabric drape over my curves. I’d say I’m mid-sized, I have some belly and my thick thighs will save lives. I fill out whatever I put on, and I love it! The dress hits me mid-thigh and the forest green fabric is soft against my skin. I turn around to stare at my ass in the mirror. Damn, I love this dress.

I add a dark brown leather corset around my waist and pop the snaps closed. “Suck it in,” I mutter to myself, sucking in a breath and connecting the last few eyes at the bottom. I pull at the bottom of my dress to make sure it lays right, I hate when it gets caught up under the corset. The tight material accentuates my curves, giving me even more of an hourglass shape. It pulls my dress even shorter, making it hit just below my ass. The big Medusa tattoo on my hip peeks out of the bottom of the dress; the rest of my body is littered with black ink, too.

My hair is curled tonight, something I normally don’t go through the effort of doing. It’s naturally kinky-wavy, and if I’m being honest with myself, I really have no clue how to take care of the curls. I just brush through it and throw it back in a claw clip or bun most days. It's dyed black, with vibrant blue money pieces to frame my face and contrasts my pale skin perfectly.

I throw another coat of mascara over my lashes and put on black lipstick before grabbing my wings and making my way into the living room. Daphne is waiting for me, so we can head to the harvest festival. She turns to me, and her eyes roam my body for she lets out a cat-call whistle.

“Damn, woman,” she says, “I would totally hit that. You look good!”

“Har-har, thanks.”

“No, seriously, babe, I love it.”

She stands and I take in her own costume since I haven’t had the chance to yet. She’s dressed up like a Playboy bunny. A strapless bodysuit adorns her small frame and ears sit on top of her head. She’s even gone as far as to paint a pink nose and whiskers onto her face.

“Now you,” I say taking her hand and having her spin for me, “look so fucking hot.” I give her ass a little spank before we laugh and grab our purses.

“Are we still meeting up with the boys?” I ask as we leave the house.

“Yep! Over by the apple cider booth!”

Her boyfriend will be there, along with a group of his friends. Callum was once in that group, but they all stopped talking about him a while ago. They’re probably not even friends anymore.

I feel giddy as we get into the car and start to head in the direction of the festival. The city quickly turns into trees, rows of them covering both sides of the road. Most still don their green leaves. It’s definitely the type of forest that you see in your nightmares. You can tell not much light is let through with the thick canopy. It’s a crisp sixty degrees tonight; the perfect night. Fall is definitely in the air.

There’s a sign up ahead pointing us in the direction of where to turn off. We follow it, going down a dirt road lined with more trees. Butterflies come alive in my stomach as we continue, getting closer to the venue. Our small town only puts this on for a few nights a year, and I wasn’t able to go last year. I had work and my stupid boss wouldn’t let me off for any of the days. Given I'm my own boss now, I'm taking whatever time off I want.

We pull in and park, waiting a moment for the dust to settle. I pull down the visor to check my lipstick and try to smooth the flyaways. I’m leaving everything but my phone in here, I don’t want to have to carry anything. Jumping out of the car, the fresh scent of the woods overtakes me. A wide smile stretches across my face. I take Daphne’s hand as we jog toward the front gate. I pull out my phone so the attendant can scan our passes and we’re given wristbands.

As we enter the venue, my eyes scan all around. There’s a clearing in the middle that holds a big fire pit. The logs are stacked for later, but there are logs to sit on surrounding it. There are also flannel blankets laid out for people to snuggle up with in the cooler weather. Multiple stations are spread out holding different goodies, and since it’s early, there are kids running around all hopped up on sugar. Daphne pulls my hand and I follow her.

“There they are!” She calls, pointing at the group of guys.

“Who is that ?” I question. A flannel shirt is wrapped tight around the back of the man standing there. I check out his ass as he shifts, he fills out the jeans he’s wearing like it’s his fucking job.

We walk up to the group and everyone starts to say their hellos only for me to turn and realize it’s him.