Playing with Guns!

~Ang

Ok, now for some kick ass fun! Hath and I had talked about it on the boards, going shooting! Yeah we both had a bit of a gun fetish.

Well I got the call from Hath saying HRH had let her off the lead, wooohooooo!!!!!

I’ve found out about what guns would be available for us. They had a mess of S&W 22 calibre handguns, and a few Remington rifles if we were interested, and the guy said if one of us had an FFL (he had to tell me that was a Federal Firearms License), he’d let us use his own .50 cal. Hath had hers, so we were so going to use the .50! Hath’s bringing her own S&W nine mil. We were gonna have a hell of a time!

I grab some more coffee and ran for the shower, locking the damn door! Ever since his slip up, yeah eye rolling, Richie rattles the damn door knob when I’m in the freaking bathroom. I’ve flipped him once; twice can be on the cards, with not so soft landing!

I’m dried and fluffing my hair dry and I grin. I know exactly what I’m going to wear, cause I’d brought it just in case we could do this. I pulled out my dessert fatigue pants and a drab green tank. I also had a grey button down mans shirt, more room then women’s. I pulled on my faithful and comfortable biker boots. Then I scraped my hair back into a ponytail.

Slicking on some clear lip gloss I was ready to go.

I headed back downstairs, grabbed some more coffee and head into the living room. Ten minutes later I heard a car outside, then the key in the lock. Hath’s here!!!!!!

She walked in trailed by David, who took one look at me and cracked out laughing! I looked at Hath and grinned we were like non identical twins! ‘Well, aren’t we a pair?’ I hugged her good morning. Then I noticed the hickie. ‘Jesus Hath, I’ll get the garlic for you darlin!’ She flipped me off. Then bitched it was all David’s fault. Yeah like he’d fallen on her neck.

I hugged him, ‘What are you doing here? Richie isn’t up yet.’

‘I’m going with you guys.’ He smiled. Aw fuck!

‘Going where?’ Lucy asked coming out of the kitchen. Seeing Hath and myself she cracked out laughing, ‘Oh, gonna go play Rambette. Nice bite Hath.’ She laughed again.

Hath stuck her tongue out at her, asking if she wanted to come with us. She said no, as Richie was still in bed.

‘C’mon, let’s get going!’

David played chauffer while we sat and talked all the way there.

He asked what we were talking about. We said him, at the same time, he laughed. He asked what about him. Hath made a GSA remark, and then went pale. ‘Oh no! Jon is going to give me shit about this.’ She flapped at her hickie.

‘Yep, he is.’ I told her, laughing. ‘Davey I think we might want to take the 9mm away from her before Jon lets loose on her.’ He laughed agreeing.

We arrived at the gun club, Hath still bitching at David, I’m still laughing.

We went in and Ryan, the club’s lackey that day, met us at the door. He took one look at me and Hath and burst out laughing. ‘Are you for real?’ he asked. Hath quietly opened her gun case (with manicured nails, no less) and showed him her gun. He shut up right quick – she has a serious piece of hardware in there. ‘Right this way,’ he said.

Ryan showed us how to work the target tracks and where the targets were. He brought me a nice .22 to use, but I was itching to get my hands on Hath’s gun. He left us a couple of rifles too, and said to come find him when we wanted to shoot the big gun. After making sure we had our safety eyes and ears, and after finding some for David, he left us to our own devices.

Hath showed me her baby; sliding the action open, slamming the clip in and closing the action in a fluid motion. She clearly knew her way around this gun. Her gun case had a holster in it, and she clipped it onto the back of my pants, and seated the gun in it.

‘How’s that feel?’ she asked me.

‘Ni-i-i-ice,’ I said.

David looked on, not knowing whether he was turned on by us talking about guns or run like hell because we’d got live ammo.

Hath loaded the clip of her nine mil, and sent a target sailing down the length of the place, had to be a good 50 yards. ‘Live range,’ she called out, and taking a shoulder-width stance, she stretched her neck, tilted her head just a little, sighted in, and let the whole clip rip, with about a second between trigger pulls. When the action opened, she ejected the clip, set everything down on the counter and called, ‘all clear,’ flipped her earmuffs up on the top of her head (which looked ridiculous) and brought back the target. Most of her shots were within the 8 ring.

‘Not bad,’ I said, and took the gun from her, loaded a fresh clip, and sent a new target down. Hath was refilling her spent clip, and David was just looking at us. ‘Why is she using your gun?’ he asked Hath. ‘Because it’s way more powerful than the little 22,’ she said. ‘Ang likes her toys powerful,’ she said winking.

I’m a squinter. I close one eye to aim, and let it go. I’m quicker on the trigger than Hath, and when the target comes flying back, I see I got most of mine in the nine. Smugly, I stuck my tongue out at Hath.

‘Let’s go, then,’ she said, and the match was on. We sent a pair of targets 100 yards down range, and opened the gates and got out the mats. David looked confused, but sorted it out when we got on the floor. We loaded our rifles (single shot, bolt action), cocked and locked, and Hath looked to me.

‘Ladies first,’ she said.

‘Right and what are you, then?”

‘I am a Goddess,’ she said, winking. I snort.

I took aim (no scope, thank you, that’s for cheaters) and gently squeezed the trigger. With a little pffft! A little bullet went zipping down the range. Hath and I traded shots until we were all out. Every time Hath went up on her elbow to ratchet the bolt-action, David got a little closer.

‘Hell man,’ she said finally. ‘You wanna try?’ He nodded. ‘Come here,’ she said. He lay prone next to her, and she was all business, re-loading the rifle, changing the target at the end of the range. David put the butt of the rifle up to his shoulder, Hath straddled his hips and adjusted his position, and he squeezed one off and missed entirely. ‘Don’t hold your breath,’ she said.

‘Get offa me then, darlin’,’ he said. ‘I can’t concentrate with you on me like that.’ Hath blushed and moved off him. His next shot was a good one. He let a few more go, then we compared our targets. Hath and I were pretty evenly matched, and David didn’t do too badly.

‘Let’s find Ryan,’ I said. We went back upstairs, and found him in the office, swearing at the computer.

‘Ryan, you still willing to let us handle Bertha?’ Asked Hath. He looked at her, surprised. She laughed. ‘I have one at home.’ He took the biggest fucking gun I’ve ever seen in person from the safe. Hath’s eyes went wide and the smile, jeez, you’d think it was Christmas. She took the gun in her arms. ‘What can we shoot?’ she asked. Ryan went to the freezer and took out a gallon of water.

‘Just one?’ she asked, batting her eyes at him. He laughed. ‘One each to start,’ he said, and handed us two more. Oh boy!

We went outside to the outdoor range, put the rifle in the range lockbox, turned on the ‘bodies on the range’ flasher light and siren, loaded the gallons in the golf cart and went out about 3000 yards. David looked at Hath. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Hell yeah,’ she answered.

We went back and Ryan was waiting. ‘Who’s first?’ he asked. I just smiled my zillion watt smile, and he handed me a bullet that was a good 5 inches long, and weighed half a pound at least. Ryan showed me how to load the round, sighted in for me, got me positioned on the bench with the rifle’s bipod on the table, and man, the kick on that thing was amazing. And the noise, even with the ear protection, was loud! I took field glasses (binocs to you) and looked. There were only two ice lumps left. Woohoo! Smoked it!

Hath was next. She told Ryan she could sight it herself, set the bipod on the table, loaded the chamber, slid the bolt home, and sighed. She was talking to herself as she sighted in. Sounded like ‘c’mon, baby’ over and over. She smiled, ‘gotcha’, pulled the trigger, and absorbed the recoil without so much as a twitch. I checked downrange. Two down.

David took his shot, and we were three for three. ‘You have one of these?’ he asked Hath. She nodded. ‘Yep. I don’t even wanna think of the paperwork for moving guns across state lines when I move in. You got room for my gun safe?’

He was at a loss. It was a hell of a morning.

We finished and Hath stripped and cleaned her other baby! Damn she looks just like I do when I'm cleaning mine! Scary how alike we are, eek! lol.

David's been perving a bit. Wanted her to holster her 9mm. What a letch!

I caught them 'playing' vampires, 'Giving her a matching bite David?' The shit grabbed me, and locked my arms down so I couldn't get purchase on him to break his hold. Sneaky basket!

'No, but I can give you one.' He aimed for my neck, shit if he did I'd die! Ok sound like a damn teenager!

'Hath, do something! The bitch did, she went and bit him! Mind you I got out of there pdq! Ryan, looked like we'd lost it, I think we might have. Must have looked damn weird, two women and one man. Mind you some men would probably hail David God of God's having to women in tow!

GSA said to him, 'Sorry, this is my fiance, but Ang here has lusted after him for twenty years, so I cut her a little slack.' Bitch! I nailed her on the arm, but not enough to deaden it. She yelped though.

HRH had sent her a message, meant we had to go shopping. Hey it's shopping, any shopping and I'm a happy bunny. When we returned to the car, David got his wish and Hath holstered the gun. Mannnn you could nearly see the tent forming! Sheeesh.

We got back to Lucy's. Matt and Steph greeted us, laughing at Hath and my clothes. I need to clean up, and left them talking. As I came out of the bathroom, Gypsy was jumping up and down wanting some attention, so I plonked myself on the floor and had a mad five mins with her.

The smells from the kitchen were heavenly. My stomach rumbled, and Gypsy wandered off looking for a fresh stoodge. I got up, realised I'd forgotten the camera I'd put on the floor and lent over to pick it up.

'Damn I'd know that face anywhere, Angel darlin.' I straightened, I'm not giving him the edge, slowly and turned to stare at him.

'Well if it isn't Snorlax!' Hey I babysit and know what a Pokemon is lol.

His grin told me he knew too, he looked me up and down, 'Shit woman you going commando?'

I looked down and then up a confused look in my eyes, 'How the hell can you tell through these I've no panties on?' I've never seen Richie go beet red before, it was quite a thrill lmao!

I went passed him, heading to the living room and my laptop. 'Smart ass woman.' I laughed, he grabbed me in a bear hug. 'Mornin darlin.' And a peck on the lips, whoah dude!

'Afternoon sugar pie.' He laughed letting me go and he headed for the kitchen.

Everyone seemed to congregate in the living room waiting for the soup to be done.

'What ya doing baby?'

'Hey I thought you only called Hath your baby?' I grinned as David plonked down on the floor next too me. Yeah I live on the floor lol.

'He does, but I don't mind him callin you that, I'll share.'

'So what you doin?' Eager nosy ass puppy look on his face.

'I'm going through all the pics from the last few days. Re sizing, changing the colour, focus, deleting, taking out the red eye.'

'What do you mean, deleting?' Well hell can't put much passed him.

'Oh just the out of focus ones, or the ones that are dark and I can't lighten up.' Or the ones that have waaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much T&A in from Friday night. I've not reaaally deleted thoughs just moved them elsewhere on the comp. He asked me to show him the other stuff. So we spent half an hour talking photography. I told him I loved the ones he'd taken of Hath. He did the 'aw shucks' bit.

Sam and Jon arrived about 12.30, yes means foods on the way! Jon made a smart ass comment about her hickie, and the voice from above, Richie's, told him she was packing! He was gobsmacked, but wanted a look see.

I looked at David and rolled my eyes. Men! He shoulder nudge me and grinned. Getting up he offered his hand. I closed my laptop down and slid it under the sofa out of harms way till I went back upstairs. Grasping his hand he hauled me up. He never let me go just looped his arm about my neck and dragged me towards the others.

Jon caught us coming, and did a double take, looking at Hath then me, 'Shit you two been playing dress up or what?' I flipped him off. Holy crap I flipped HRH off! Everyone laughed, David squeezed my shoulders, he knew it really was the first time I'd treated Jon like a normal guy. Yeah we'd punked him, but I'd always checked what came out of my mouth before. He whispered in my ear, 'Well done honey.'

In for a penny, 'Well your lordship, we thought we might join up as your body guards, we both kick ass and shoot. But seeing as some of your clothes have been, shall we say dubious, over the years, and we'd hate to think what the uniforms would be, we chose our own!' I twirled, 'I think we did bloody good.'

They cracked out laughing, Jon shook his head and muttered, 'Mad women.' He's spot on there.

'Ok someone plllease tell me lunch is ready I've starving.'

David choked, 'Woman you had half a large bag of chips on the way here, and a bar of chocolate! And you're hungry?' Bless he looked shocked.

Lucy laughed, 'You should have seen what she got through on Saturday while we were shopping. I thought she was Richie in drag, the amount she ate!'

Holding my hands up, 'What can I say, I love food.' My stomach rumbled, 'See I'm hungry.' They all shook their heads, and laughed.

Matt and Steph had popped outside and David snook off to see what they were up to. The next thing we hear David shouting 'Fuck Queenie what was that for.'

We headed for the door, there stood David with a chestfull of snow!! SNOWBALL FIGHT!

With that we all grabbed our coats, gloves, hats you name it we piled it on and legged it out the door.

Damn, how old are we?? Cause we played like kids! First one out my fist flew and cold cocked Richie on the back of the head, lmao. David nailed me, square on the ass, just like he'd done with Steph, perv! Hath and I hit Jon one after the other lol. He got his own back, shit nailed me straight in the face. Lucy got one from me on her chest. Sam looked like a walking snow-woman. We fought like mad things. I let one fly and caught Matt with his mouth open, whoops lol.

That's just about the time things went a little pair shaped, wrong! I retailated to David walking up behind me and shoving snow down my back. I landed him right up side the side of his head, his feet lost grip and he tilted to the side, oh crap Hath!!! He took her down with him! Shit. They were fine, and of course fair game, they got covered!

Hath tried to stand, slipped and frak me took me out at the legs, I went down! David grabbed Richie's leg and pulled, he shouldn't have laughed while stood next to him! Thus taking him out! Arms, legs and lots of laughter, priceless.

After half an hour we all headed in to dry off, damn fooooood!!!! Hath was already in making sure the food hadn't burnt.

Laughing, talking and tingling from the warmth returning to parts which had been frozen, we polished of the food pdq! Yum!