Author's Note: This is my first work after a long period of being away from the platform. I wanted it to be quick, punchy and full of juicy action. My muse for this was stunningly beautiful Melissa Isabelle (@melissaisabell.e on IG). After you're done reading this story, go show her some love. I might make a sequel to this if you ask nicely in the comments ;) Love, Astro
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"Where are you at?!"
Isabelle barked at her phone, one hand on the steering wheel.
"
Mmmhhh
..."
Ben's reply was groggy.
"You better not still be in bed," she threatened "Or I swear I'm gonna break the door down and drag you out."
"What if I told you I was naked under the sheets?"
"Then I guess the whole street will know how hairy your ass is."
Ben grunted.
"Hey jerk-off, how about you put some clothes on? We're running late." She goaded him on.
"Hey how about you leave me the fuck alone today?"
"I didn't drive twenty minutes to your place just to be turned away at the door."
"Sorry, guess you should've asked first."
Isabelle swore. She flung her phone on the passenger street and turned the key. The old SUV's V8 roared to life. She gave the gas pedal a couple of pumps, revving the engine. In his bedroom, Ben closed his eyes, pulling the covers up to his face.
"That's right," he mumbled sleepily, "just go away."
But Isabelle had other intentions. She put the car in reverse and backed up onto Ben's driveway. He heard the thundering engine rattle the bedroom windows in their frame.
"What the..."
Isabelle backed up all the way up, past Ben's open garage door and steered the car into position right next to where she knew his bedroom was. She grinned as her hand slammed down on the steering wheel, blowing the horn right in Ben's ears.
"Stop that!", his tinny voice came from the phone's speaker. "Hey! Get the fuck off my driveway!"
Izzy laughed, her hand staying firmly planted on the horn. The car was old and the horn was obnoxiously loud, blaring like a foghorn in the quiet morning. Ben gathered up fistfuls of his bedsheet, swearing up and down until he had ran out of curses. He yelled into his phone.
"Alright alright I'm coming out! Fuck's sake!"
Ben threw the sheets off his body and slammed his feet on the floor. He rummaged around in his mostly-empty wardrobe, searching for a pair of shorts. He found one crumpled up in the very back of a drawer. He couldn't find a tee-shirt so he fished around in the laundry hamper, pulling out one that didn't smell entirely rank. He grabbed a pair of mismatched socks from the drawer and his running shoes scattered by the front door on his way out. The morning sun stung his eyes. He squinted at Isabelle, who by now had pulled up in front. He tried glaring at her but she laughed him off.
"Aww you look so cute when you're angry!" She pooh-poohed his attempt at anger.
"That was not cool Izzy."
"So was standing me up for the past four weekends, Benny." She knew he hated being called Benny.
"Ah fuck you!" Ben threw his shoes in the rear compartment and slid into the front passenger seat. "You don't control my life."
"Apparently, neither do you."
Ben hated how she always had a comeback for everything. It was impossible to win against her. He had tried countless times. He saw her open her mouth to speak and he shushed her.
"Uh uh. I'm not talking to you till we get to the park."
He put his seat belt on and fully reclined his seat. He grabbed one of Izzy's ball caps from the back seat and pulled it over his eyes.
"Alright big boy." Izzy smirked as she put the car in drive and rolled off the driveway.
***
About twenty five minutes later, the car pulled up to a parking slot on the trailhead. Loose gravel crunched under the tyres as Izzy manoeuvred the car into position and killed the engine. Ben mumbled something under the ball cap, half-sleeping. As Izzy put the car in park, the big bulge in Ben's shorts caught her eye. She gasped and quickly looked away. She opened the door on her side and stepped out into the crisp morning air, her face suddenly warm. The golden sunlight hit her face, warming her caramel skin. She stood there, breathing the sweet scent of the pines wafting her way from the park, trying to keep her thoughts civil.
She yawned and stretched, her oversized hoodie stretching taut against her chest. She began pulling her dreads in a tight ponytail as she looked around. She spotted a familiar car, parked two spots away. She looked at the trailhead and looked back at the car.
"Shit!"
Izzy turned back to the car. Ben was still dozing.
"Hey!" She banged on his window. "Wake your ass up!"
Ben jerked awake, the hat slipping off his face. He stared bleary-eyed at Izzy.
"The others are already off. We're gonna have to catch up!"
"Shit!"
Ben undid his belt and opened the car door.
"You should've left me back home." He grumbled, stepping out. "I'm
so not
ready for a run right now."
As he stood up and stretched, he realised something was straining his shorts. He flushed and turned away.
"
Someone
had a great dream..." Izzy said, trying to break the tension between them.
Ben grunted.
"You still thinking about her?"
"
Of course
not."
"Okay, good." She said, walking around to the back of the car. "Now put that thing away before you take some old lady's eye out."
Izzy opened the boot and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down in one smooth motion. Her shapely legs came into view, her plump ass encased in a pair of running shorts. They came down a scant few inches past the curve of her ass cheeks, and when she stood with her feet close together, her inner thighs lightly stuck together. The waistband encircled her soft belly. She threw the sweatpants in the boot, followed swiftly by her hoodie. When she stepped out from behind the car, Ben caught her adjusting her band of her sports bra, which was at that moment having a rough time keeping her tits from spilling out.
"Ready?" She asked, not looking at him.
