Lizzie and Braylin came to the fair together because they lived just across Rt .3 from each other in rural Fulton County. They were friends, classmates in school, and hung out together at all the local hangouts. They were both cute and popular in school, and at sixteen, had blossoming bodies that were still thin and coltish, but each had bloomed in the last year, and had nice firm tits, even if they were still just A or maybe B cups.

They were dressed in what they considered “fair outfits”- low-riding, skin-tight jeans, with tops that covered their tits, but left a sexy swath of firm tummy exposed, and each sported a belly-button ring, for the only piercing that their parents would allow them to have. Lizzie wore a simple stainless-steel ring through her belly button, while Braylin sported a flashier, fake-diamond stud, with a string of tiny fake diamonds dangling in a sparkly chain that swung under the stud. Both girls loved the fact that the belly-button jewelry drew attention to their flat, firm tummies, and the sexy triangle of skin just above their shaved pussies that showed above the low-slung waistband of their tight jeans.

Brad Carver noticed both girls as they entered the fairgrounds, each carrying a bag that was just big enough to hold the two outfits required to participate in the Fulton County Fair Queen pageant. Brad was at the fair to recruit girls for the strip club he worked for, Platinum Showgirls, located in the city thirty miles east of the fairgrounds. Brad knew from experience that these country girls, naturally sexy and naturally ambitious, were ideal candidates for him to smooth-talk and bribe with a few hundred dollars, to let him “coach” them to become successful “models.” Every one of these girls wanted to be a successful “model”- but would never sign up to be a dancer or stripper, if he had used those terms. Brad, blessed with rugged good looks and a military-molded body, had dressed in a crisp white shirt that showcased his buff shoulders and arms, paired with a pair of blue jeans that showed off his muscular butt. A pair of shined-up tan cowboy boots completed his sexy professional look, designed to impress the teens at the fair.

The fair queen pageant had been a part of the fair for eighty years, although it had evolved over the years in small ways. But though the queen now had to demonstrate some knowledge of the county’s history, and some “farm skill,” the pageant still involved a beauty element, requiring the girls to wear both a dress they had designed, as well as a swimsuit, which, as of three years ago, was now allowed to be a bikini, if the girl chose. And since bikinis were permitted, nearly every winning queen had worn a sexy bikini to sway the judges, who were generally older men, along with one or two women on the Fair Board.

The pageant was wildly popular, attracting all the high school students at the rural school where the pageant girls were juniors or seniors, as well as the parents, and basically every other man in the county with a pulse. The girls were cute, sexy, and wearing their hot little bikinis. So, Brad fit right into the smiling crowd as he sized up the girls, and decided which ones to approach after the pageant to offer his coaching or even a contract as a fashion model.

The afternoon of the pageant was hot and humid, and so the girls looked especially sexy as they paraded up and down the big stage, wearing the smallest bikini their parents had permitted. The girls were often a little unsteady on the high heels that many were wearing for only the first or second time, and it was not unusual for a girl to stumble a bit, and lose some points, for being unable to walk gracefully in high-heels.

As they lined up for the swimsuit parade, Braylin and Lizzie smiled at each other and wished each other good luck, even as they knew at least one of them would walk away a loser. Since string bikinis that showed full butt cheeks were not allowed, Braylin and Lizzie both wore the hip-hugging bikini bottoms that stretched across their bony hips, and just covered their firm ass cheeks in back, with just a bit of the lower curve of their buns peeking from the lower edge of the stretchy fabric. In front, their flat tummies made the bikinis gap out on each side, as they stretched from hip to hip. Braylin wore a top that was basically two triangles of bright turquoise fabric, with one strap around her neck and the other tied behind her back. The top accentuated the firm cones of her young tits, which held the top out from her chest. Lizzie wore a more demure top, sort of a racing-style that mashed her more rounded tits against her chest. But the top couldn’t conceal her firm nips, which poked out on each side of the red knit top. The girls had fun walking in their high-heeled shoes, which made their sexy butt cheeks undulate up and down in an exaggerated fashion as they walked across the long stage. They smiled and waved as the crowd hooted and hollered in appreciation for the display of sexy teenage flesh.

As they lined up on stage, showing off their nubile bodies, each girl was in turn asked a question about the county, and of all the girls, Lizzie was most poised and most accurate when she was able to name the famous inventor of the steamship, Robert Fulton, who the county was named for, because he had once lived there, in the years after the invention was made famous on the rivers of the Midwest. As they looked out at the large crowd that smiled up at them, both girls had noticed the tall, tanned guy in the white shirt, who smiled and winked at each girl as he caught them looking at him, and checking him out.

When Braylin missed her question, she couldn’t help but notice that the guy in the white shirt was looking at her and gave her a little wink in sympathy, when she looked at him with a little fake tear in her eye. Braylin was surprised to feel a little tingle down south when he smiled at her, and she couldn’t wait to be off stage so she could reach down and give herself a little rub over the split mound of her pussy that pressed out the sexy bikini bottoms she wore. Once the emcee told Braylin and all the other runners-up they could leave the stage, she gave Lizzie a smile and a quick blown kiss, and then walked off stage, along with the seven other girls, and tried to keep one eye on where the guy who’d winked had been standing. Once off stage she didn’t bother to try to find a private dressing room, she just pulled off her high heels, pulled on her jeans over the bikini bottom, and pulled on her button front blouse over her bikini top, leaving the top three buttons open so her cleavage and the turquoise bikini top was visible under the top. She slipped into her sandals, with the cork heels, and walked toward where the spectator area.

She stepped out from the backstage toward where the crowd was, and there he was. The tall guy in the white shirt was just ahead, and Braylin got another shiver as he turned to the side and she saw his profile. He had broad, strong shoulders and a slim waist. Across his hips he wore a pair of dark Levi’s and his tight buns and muscular thighs slightly stretched the denim fabric.