“Water Girl” Quenches Celine’s Thirst For Pussy

I first met Kerri at an outdoor concert. The local bar had musicians performing every Friday night that summer, and a crowd of locals would pack the large patio portion of the place. She was the girl serving up water to people who weren’t drinking or had already had too much.

Her long, dark hair was pulled up in a schoolgirl ponytail, which was fetching all on its own, but it was the roguish stripe of cobalt blue in the dark mass that really made my heart kick. I’d had two beers as the band played eighties pop hits, not nearly enough to need to switch to water. But she was serving the water, and, damn, that made me want some good, old H₂O.

“Hi, there. Can I get one?” I asked, waving my dollar bill.