"Pleeeeease!" Trixi pleaded to John, hugging him from the side. "I would be the happiest 26-year-old on the planet!" She flashed him a puppy-dog look. She had stayed after game night to help him clean up, as any Midwestern would.
"That doesn't work on me, silly. Although, it isn't too cold, and the leaves are cool this time of year." John stated, glancing out the picture window. Living near the woods always had its advantages, and he never could say no to a trip to off-road in his Jeep. Yet, he did have that huge issue at work to solve, and it was starting to frost at night... his resolve was weakening as Trixi squeezed him a little tighter. He looked down at his friend, always one of the guys, she looked pitiful trying to play the pouting girl, it just didn't work on her. "Ughh, fine."
"Yeayyyyy! Thanks John, it'll be fun! I'll bring a picnic, and my ever famous hot chocolate. Trust me, it's awesome. I can't believe I finally get to go off-roading! Can I bring my camera to take pictures? How far is it? When can we go? What-" Trixi was content of excitedly rambling, but John cut her off.
"I have stuff to fix at work, so it's going to have to wait until this weekend. I know you have free time while you're in town, so will Saturday work? We'll probably go to the Badlands if you want to make a whole day of it," he explained.
"Sweet! Sounds like a plan to me," she replied, grabbing her keys. "I should probably head home. My mom freaks if I'm out late, and she likes me in early when I'm staying at home. I'm just glad I'm living so far away, they are driving me crazy! I feel like I'm 12 again."
"Trust me, I understand." John replied. He gave her a quick hug before she put on her jacket and walked out in the crisp fall night, almost his favorite time of day. He liked dusk, the sun setting behind that falling leaves was the best... but having to choose his second favorite would be the clear, starry fall nights. He watched Trixi walk to her old car, rubbing her hands together then shoving them in her pockets to keep warm. She had apparently adjusted to the California weather fast. He quietly shut the front door as he saw her get into her car and shut the door. He walked up stairs, located his most comfy pair of sweat pants (with Boilers up the side) and hoodie (Purdue hoodie too, of course), then stripped off his jeans. As he was pulling on his sweatpants, there was a knock at the door. He grabbed his hoodie and bounded down the stairs. "Coming!" he called, pulling the hoodie over his head. He opened the door to find Trixi on her phone.
"What do you mean it's done this before? If the car refuses to start EVER, take it in to get checked. No, Dad. Yes. Not sure. I'll call you back in 10. Yes, I don't know. I said I'd call you back... ok. Bye." Trixi snapped her phone shut and looked up at him. "Hey John... so, my car won't start. Apparently, this has happened before when the temperatures dip low... annndddd my Dad said to warm it up and it should be fine, could I push it into the garage or something? I told him to fix the damn car, but-" "Don't worry, um, sure we could push it in. How long does it need to warm up for?" John asked, running all the car knowledge through his head to find another answer than pushing a car up an incline, into a barely warmer then outside garage, and staying up until it get cold. He had a long day and was super tired.
"He said at least an hour... which would make it 11pm. I could just make him pick me up and I can come back tomorrow." Trixi answered, shivering and yawning.
"Come in. Call you rents, tell them you're staying with a friend. We'll deal with it when we both aren't tired." John offered, ushering her inside.
"My parents are going to flip if I tell them I'm staying here. I may be living on my own and an adult, but remember the whole feeling like I'm 12 thing?" she countered, while hustling inside to warm up.
"Ha, ha. Yeaahhhh, just tell them you're staying at Alicia's place." He said, shutting the door and taking her coat. "I'll get you some sweats to wear."
"Thanks." Trixi said, dialing her Dad's number, "sounds awesomely warm." John headed up stairs, grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and ran back down stairs. He tossed them onto the back of the couch she was setting on. She shut her phone and smiled up at him. "What would I do without a friend like you?"
"Freeze to death in your broken-down car." He taunted.
"So true." She confirmed, picking up the pants. "Got a blanket to go with these?" He gave her a thumbs-up, a be-right-back, and off he went upstairs again. Trixi, waited up he was out of sight before pulling her hoodie and shirt off. "
First things first!
" she thought unsnapping her bra and tossing it on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her jeans were next, pulling them down over her hips.
John had forgotten to ask her if she wanted 2 blankets, because it was chilly. He quickly walked down the stairs and glanced toward the couch. There stood Trixi, wearing only her black boyshorts, cupping her ass ever-so nicely. She bent to slide on the sweatpants, slowly pulling them up to her hips, covering her lovely butt. The pitch-black night had turned the picture window into something close to a mirror. He watched her breasts sway as tied the drawstring and reach for her tank. Although he never had seen her as more than a friend, at this moment, it took all his strength not to bound down the stairs, push her on the couch, and touch all those curves he just watched get covered up. He quickly tiptoed back to the top of the stairs, grabbed the blankets he left sitting there, adjusted his now hardening cock, and noisily tromped down the stairs.
"I found ya two, so you can stay warm." He said after clearing his voice. Trixi whipped around, crossing her arms over her chest. The flimsy tank was a tad too thin for such a cold night. John walked closer and held the blankets out to her. As she reached for the blankets, he couldn't help to notice her nipples pressing against the thin top.
"Thanks. I owe ya one." She said, taking the blankets. He nodded, turned, went upstairs, and shut his bedroom door. Only then did he untied his sweats and replayed the reverse striptease in his head. Meanwhile, Trixi was down stairs doing almost the same thing. She had noticed him watching her dress, and although part of her wanted to call him out, the other part of her was getting wet at the thought of him watching her...it was always a fantasy of hers, so what was a girl to do? Plus, even from across the living room, she could see he was thoroughly enjoying it. She knew nothing would come of it, but it gave her something naughty to think about while getting herself off tonight.
Saturday morning, John lay restless in his bed. He hadn't slept much, in an hour Trixi would be showing up for a day trip to the Badlands, and to be honest, he wasn't sure what the hell was going to happen. That's a lie; he knew that they were going to trudge through an awesomely muddy trail in his Jeep. He also knew she was an amazing cook, and had some orgasmic hot chocolate she'd be bringing. Although it had been business as usual at Friday when all of their high school friends went out to dinner, every time he looked at her, he saw her almost completely naked, except for those damn black lace boyshorts, that he really started to like. He just had to keep it in his pants, literally, for 12 hours. No sweat, off-roading wasn't all that sexy anyway. It's a rough, guys-type activity that was sure to bring out the tomboy in an already tomboy, Trixi. Once up, showered, and dressed, his fears were squashed when Trixi knocked on his door, in jeans, sweatshirt, and a baseball cap. She held up a backpack and thermos.
"Food and drink," she explained. "annnndddd if we have some off time between driving, I have some special hot chocolate with a little rum and peppermint in it". She teased, holding up a small thermos with an "A" Sharpie-d on it. "Ya know, just in case," closing her explanation with a giggle.
