There are two things that are always true about Texas summers. The first is that you will always have triple digit temperature days. The second is that if your AC is going to break, it's going to be on one of those days.
"Fuck," Marissa cursed to herself, holding her hand up to the overhead air vent. There was definitely air, but she swore it had to at least be as hot as the air outside. Marissa's long auburn hair draped down her hair dripping in sweat, almost as wet as it would be after one of the 5K runs she used to do for fun. There was nothing fun about this. Tying her hair in her bun, she pulled her blue tank top over her head, and ineffectively fanned her pert C-cup breasts for some sort of relief. "Alexa, what's today's forecast?"
"Today's weather, expect a high of 102 degrees, with a low of 72 degrees. Would you like to hear about ways to keep cool today?"
"No thank you!" Marissa replied, "You bitch. You're not sweating your tits off in here." Marissa walked over in front of the floor length mirror hanging on the bedroom closet door. "This heat has got me snapping at a stupid Alexa." She looked at herself in the mirror. Although she no longer ran competitively, she had maintained her somewhat athletic figure. She had inherited her mother's curvy hips and butt, and her legs were toned, but not overly muscular. She loved her breasts though, and so did all of the men and the two women she dated too. Even though she wasn't overly vain or caught up in appearances, she couldn't help admiring herself. Running her hands over her sweat soaked torso, she said to herself, ""I do look pretty good. If it wasn't a million degrees here, I think I'd do me."
Marissa went and took a cool shower for some relief. It did help for a bit, but the air was still blowing hot and hard from her vents. She plopped down naked on a towel on her bed, not bothering to dry herself, figuring she would just be soaking wet again anyway. After a moment of thought, she had an idea.
Jason, her good friend from college days, had to know something about this sort of thing. His father had been a mechanic and handyman, so he surely would know what to do.
"Hey Marissa, long time no hear? How are you?" Jason's resonant deep voice was cheerful.
"Hey Jason," she replied, "Sorry I haven't called you in a while. I didn't mean to be distant, but I've got a big problem and I was wondering if you could help me?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well, my AC is busted, and I have no idea what could be wrong with it. If you aren't busy, would you mind taking a look before I call some repair guy?"
"Oh no!" Jason replied, "You've got to be miserable. It might be hard to get a repair person today. You know these AC units. They always blow on days like this."
"Oh, I know," she pouted. "A little old country girl like me doesn't know anything about this stuff. I guess I just need a man to help me." There was an awkward silence.
"What the hell did I just say," she thought to herself. Fiercely independent as she was, Marissa had just given Jason some line like a timid, helpless woman that needed the help of a strong man to rescue her. In her head it was like a line from a cheesy romance novel. Well Jason was strong. And he was also handsome. She certainly felt helpless too. And like a romance novel, and surprising to her, she felt a wetness that wasn't from sweat. It had turned her on just a little bit.
"Did she just come on to me? Wow," Jason thought silently. He had never let on to Marissa that he did find her attractive. The two of them for a long time had been in a somewhat tense mutual friend-zone. There had been some flirtatious tension between the two of them, but neither had ever been willing to risk going any further with that. To him it was like playing that silly game of 'You hang up, no you hang up first' when talking to someone that you had a crush on but didn't know the next move. After a long moment, he said, "Don't worry, it may just be something simple. I'll throw on some clothes and be over in a little bit."
Marissa smiled. She walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of chilled wine. "Her house, her rules," she said to herself. "I can drink wine at 11am like those country club bitches do if I want to." As she waited, she noticed that the wine, the heat, and the fact that she was naked and sweating leaning on her kitchen counter had all sorts of dirty thoughts in her mind. She would never act on any of this, of course. She just wanted her AC fixed, and the temperature was rising. Finishing the glass, she went back to the bedroom and fished around for something to wear. She grabbed a short pair of shorts and slid them on. What was the point of wearing underwear? She also grabbed the thinnest top that she could find to cover up. It barely covered her breasts, but Marissa didn't care. She was going for maximum comfort even if it did make her look easy.
The doorbell finally rang.
"Holy shit! Marissa. It's like a furnace in here." Jason couldn't believe how hot it was even in comparison to the outside temperature. He almost didn't realize that she was wearing next to nothing. Almost. He quickly scanned her up and down, trying not to attract any attention. He had known her for a long time, but she always managed to bring her own special brand of innocent sexiness, even in these conditions. She was barefoot, her toes perfectly manicured, and there was a sheen of sweat glistening on her olive skin. The tiny top she wore only came down to her midriff, her smooth and soft stomach beaded with moisture.
"Are you talking about the temperature, or me?" She hadn't meant to be intentionally flirty and realized what she had said. "Sorry, Jason, don't pay attention to me talking. I figured if I'm gonna die of heatstroke, I may as well have a supermarket wine buzz before I go."
Jason laughed, stepping inside and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. "Alright, alright, fair enough. How long has it been like this?"
Marissa backed up to let him in the front room, taking her own opportunity to look at him. Perhaps it was the heat and alcohol, but Jason looked more attractive than he usually did. He stood about 4 inches taller than her, and his brown hair was neatly trimmed on the sides with a bit of boyish mop on top. Although she knew he didn't really go to the gym all that much, his torso showed that he clearly took care of himself nonetheless, and he was one of those lucky types that naturally retained a lot of muscle. She hazarded a glance down at his crotch. "Was he always this hung or is it just the jeans," she thought. Shaking her head, she replied, "Since this morning. I mean, it's still blowing air, it's just freaking hot no matter how much I turn it down."
Jason could hear the whir of the compressor in the backyard. "Lemme see something." He went to the far end, stepped out of the backdoor. Marissa watched his tight buttocks disappear around the corner. "Marissa, you are fucking pervert. I know you aren't getting all hotted up are you," she said out loud to herself, certain that he couldn't hear.
"Ok," he said, coming in and wiping off his brow. "The outside unit is working. I have an idea. You have a ladder? I think I need to go up in your attic."
"In the garage, I think. I've never been up there."
"Ok, show me where it is." Marissa led him to her garage, which was like a blast furnace when she opened the door. "Good lord! I didn't think it could get much worse." Not even thinking, she raised up her shirt in a most unladylike manner to wipe sweat from her forehead, not even thinking that it left her breasts fully exposed.
"God her tits are amazing," Jason thought. What he said though, as if he didn't notice the flash was, "Let me get up there and look around. He got the ladder from the wall, found the attic entrance and quickly disappeared up into the opening. Marissa heard him bumbling around for a few minutes, before a dirty, gray square element dropped down out of the access door onto the garage floor. Jason appeared a few moments later. His arms were covered in pink fibers, which were also covering his shirt, jeans and some in his hair.
