The following is my first story placed on Literotica and I hope people enjoy it. I would love some feedback or any interest in possible editors for future stories. My wife edited this one for me but I would hate to make her edit all my stories. The goal of this one is to wrap take place over four to six parts. It depended on where my characters take me.
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It was record breaking heat in Boston for early June, over one hundred degrees. Humidity was out of control too. News reports were doing their usual telling everyone they should be inside with air conditioning. The problem Rick (my roommate) and I had was that the heat blew several transformers in our neighborhood meaning no AC. We might not get it back until the next day according to the power company. It was bullshit! Plain and clear BULLSHIT!
Both of us were throwing a small gathering in a day or two when the heat broke. We lucked out with apartment a few months earlier. Rick's cousin was subleasing it to us since she got sent away for work. In anticipation we had filled the fridge with meat for the grill and beer for our guts. Nothing like a heat wave to get our friends together. If some of the ladies wore less clothing that was a plus too. It was Thursday, and Saturday looking to be back in the low 90s. Everything should go according plan as long as the food didn't go bad.
Rick had decided that one of us needed to get some cheap coolers and bags of ice. Hopefully we could save the meat and beers. Since I drove a pick up he volunteered me. I could hit the convenient store a few blocks over and grab the stuff because I had plenty of room. Truthfully, I just wanted the AC in my truck.
Boston felt dead, people were huddled indoors trying to keep cool. What usually took me twenty minutes to cross town ended up being five. I sat in the truck for fifteen more, then waved my middle finger in the direction of the apartment. Fuck you, Rick, I thought. The bastard had really come up with this plan to just get me out of the house. Our neighbor across the hall was a newly single redhead and he was going to hit on her before me. In the end I got the better deal but he didn't know that yet.
The real reason Rick had volunteered me for this trip had to do with neighbor across the hall. Sarah had just tossed her cheating boyfriend to the curb. Rick and I thought we might have to call the cops when she came home from work early, catching him in the act. Rick thought sending me out meant he would be free to make his move on the cute little redhead. He honestly didn't believe me when I told him she wasn't my type and that it also wouldn't be a good idea to make moves on the neighbor. Should he fuck shit up, then he would have to deal with her everyday. He wasn't going to listen. Rick was thick that way
I muttered in a mocking voice as I crossed the parking lot. "Carter, you should go. You have a truck. I will stay here and keep an eye on the food." I mocked. Rick could be an ass. He should have come with me.
The AC in the store was better than the truck. It was goddamned frigid in there. I grabbed a cart and went looking for coolers. They had too many to choose from with various big plastic ones and the cheapo foam ones. I was trying to make my mind when I heard a voice behind me.
"Excuse me." the said soft female voice said.
I jumped slightly since I was wrapped up in my own head. She chuckled and waited for me to move out of her way.
"Oh, Sorry." I apologized stepping out of the way. "Caught up in the choices of coolers."
"Don't think too hard." She quipped stepping into my purview grabbing one of the foam cooler. "It just a cooler, not rocket science."
"You're right." I replied "Don't overthink it. The heat might just be getting to me."
She laughed and wondered off. It was in that moment I actually looked at the woman who I had been talking to a second earlier. She was a brunette with her hair pulled up into a makeshift bun with a few chopsticks. She wore a pair of jean cutoffs... short wouldn't be a good word them. Her top was a light green tank top that squeezed her curves in all the right places. It was see through enough I could make out the darker green bikini top she wore underneath.
I stood slack jawed as she rounded the corner out my view. What were those tattoos? I found myself asking. She had something coming out of her cut off and wrapping itself around her right leg all the way down to the sandals between her toes. Her left arm had what looked like a ivy grown down to her arms. I was not the type that usually dug tattoos like that but this chick could pull it off. It was really hot, not just because of the weather either.
It took me a minute, but I came to my senses and threw three foam coolers in my cart. I needed ice now and maybe some cold water. Actually my mouth was dry from needing to be picked up off the floor.
The ice was in a cooler to the back of the store. When I got there the cute brunette was bending down into it putting bags of ice into her cooler. She was propping the door open with one heart shaped cheek. Her ass was a sight to see. All I could imagine how to would sway or bounce as she walked away. My first thought was the old line, "I hate to see you go but love to watch you walk away." I didn't have the nerve to say it though.
I pushed my cart up and pulled the door away from her butt.
"Need a hand with that?" I asked watching her put the bags in her empty foam cooler. I wished I had something more charming to say. I was usually more quick witted when trying flirt. She might be too hot for me I thought, I am never this tongue tied.
She picked the cooler up and turned to face me. "Do I look like I need help?" she snipped. It sounded slightly mocking.
I notice from the chill of the cooler her nipples hard. She had to be at least a c-cup. God Damn, was all I could think. All I wanted was the chance for her number.
"Pardon me for trying to be a gentleman." I stated in my most polite fake southern drawl tone. "I do so like to help a lady in need."
I stepped aside again letting her pass me. I couldn't tell if when she passed me the look was amusement or mocking. She was hard to read. Or maybe in that moment most of blood was not in my head. Well, not the head that does critical thinking.
She was heading for the register and I still needed water. I glanced down at her right leg in hopes of seeing what the tattoo on her leg as she walked away. It was a tentacle that was wrapped around her leg. I couldn't help but find creepy and sexy. Was it there for weird anime reasons or did she have a fetish for H.P. Lovecraft? I really was intrigued.
If I hurried to find a case of water, I might be able to catch up and chat with her if I didn't dilly dally. This time I wouldn't be a dumb ass. I was confident in my looks and usually dialog with the opposite sex. Next time I wouldn't fuck it up.
No such luck for me. I rang out with the cashier looking around for her. She was long gone. Outside she was gone too. "Well Shit Balls!" I spoke loudly then brought my stuff to the truck. It was still freaking hot. The AC in the truck was a welcome guest.
Just as I was about to put the truck in gear, a tapping came from my passenger window. I looked over to see the lovely brunette staring back at me. She gave me small smirk with her cupid bows lips. She was wearing sunglasses now. They were big, white and round framed, it made her even harder to read. I gave her my widest smile and lowered the window.
"I am sorry if I was a little bitchy in there," she said apologetically. "This heat is awful and I wasn't really thinking clearly. I know you were trying to help me in there"
"It happens. I wasn't really thinking clearly when I was picking a cooler either."
"I noticed. Sometimes when I need to struggle without help. I can be a little stubborn. Like I said heat wasn't making me think clearly. I was just viewing your offer to help as failure."
"Do you need a lift or something?" I asked. I so hoped she did.
"Actually yes, if it isn't too much of a problem," she chimed beaming.
"Not at all! Is it far?"
"Two blocks, I wasn't thinking when I walked over here to get a cooler. Way too heavy to carry all the way back."
"Throw your stuff in the back and hop in."
She complied, but not before pulling a bottle of water out of her back pack. I didn't have cup holders in my truck so she had the bottle between her legs as she buckled. It was moist with condensation. I guessed she bought it on her way out. Cold water was sounding so good.
I pulled my truck up to the stop light at the entrance to the parking lot and looked over at her. "Left or right?" I asked.
