After earning her right to have a car on the campus, Sally was all too excited to have freedom. The school made all students live on the campus without a car until they had reached their basic requirements met. For most, that took about two years. Sally, determined to do better, got her credits handled before the start of her second year. It was worth it. Her Cougar was a dream machine. It purred and sped like all the other sports cars of the day.
If anything, while most students messed around with tuning a four cylinder car, she only needed to floor the pedal and her V8 consumed the competition with ease. Even when some of the guys teased her for having the wrong car for the climate, she knew her trusted Cougar would manage just fine. Not that she had a lot of experience to support her confidence. It didn’t matter, nothing got in her way that she couldn’t power through.
Parking was not always intuitive. There were designated areas for the upper class but none for the lower class. This meant finding any spot to park. Sally’s favorite spot was close to her dorm off the shoulder by a bolder. It was a nice little grassy spot that didn’t draw any attention from the campus police because it often was too muddy for foot patrol. And the beat didn’t want to get their cars too dirty either.
Most days, Sally pulled in face first into her favorite spot. The next day, pulling back and off the curb was a piece of cake. Just a bit of gas and all was well. Sally didn’t mind the occasional wheel spin either. It felt like fun and she always got out.
One day, some silly boy and his modified slammed Civic made Sally’s life a bit difficult. He refused to give her enough room to pull into her spot. If anything, he kept blocking her path as if on purpose. No amount of honking or hand waving got the point across. The boy was focused on his stupid machine.
In frustration, Sally decided to push the Civic and create her own room. Right before contact, the boy held up his hand in a threatening fashion… which gave Sally much pause. There was just barely enough room to back into her spot. Another guy was eying it with his pickup truck.
Slipping into reverse, Sally backed up into her spot. Well, almost. It was not pretty. There would be a little maneuvering to clean up the parking. With a few back and forth, Sally soon had her car lined up perfectly. All that was left was to get the front tires up and over the curb and she would be neatly tucked away.
Thumbing her nose at the annoying boys, Sally eased back to get the front tires up over the curb. The Cougar came to rest as soon as the tires found the curb. Confidently pressing the gas pedal, Sally expected the car to easily climb up and over. Instead, she felt the body twist under the torque load before the rear tires lost traction.
Not the least concerned, Sally applied a copious amount of right foot on the pedal. The motor quickly responded with joy and hummed a powerful throaty song. The back of the car felt lazy and wallowed about. The sound of dirt being thrown under the body of the car. Surprised that the car didn’t respond, Sally plunged the pedal into the carpet demanding an answer.
The car rocked some against the curb as the motor screamed out. The dirt now was being sprayed violently about. Parts of the heated dirt flew out into the campus street. The boy in the pickup quickly gunned his truck and left. The guy in the Civic had a weird horny look about him as he looked on at Sally.
Regrouping. Sally let off the gas… slipped into drive… and gave a short stout stab of the pedal. The car bucked and hissed forward a little. Feeling satisfied, Sally, replaced the car in reverse, and leaned heavily on the pedal to reverse. The car slid back and rocked hard against the curb as the tires struggled to find grip.
Worried she would jump the curb and hit the rock at the end of her parking spot, Sally left off the gas. Gingerly tapping on the gas, Sally tested to see how the car was responding. The power was good. It was responsive. The tires just were not holding on to the dirt as she expected.
Confused, Sally placed the car in park. With slight bit of embarrassment, she looked about her car. Not that she was going to see anything more than she ordinarily would, Sally stretched herself to use the mirrors to see if anything was wrong.
Satisfied that there was nothing wrong, Sally attempted to go forward. To her surprise, the car seemed to struggle to make any progress as the tires belched smoke in protest to her heavy application of the gas. A quick release of the pedal, Sally confirmed that the car was in gear. With confirmation of being in drive, Sally slammed the pedal mercilessly to the floor and pinned it with her tip toes. The car screamed. The car rocked. Smoke poured out of the tires. Sally stayed on the gas. The rear of the car started to sink as the gearbox shifted up the gears. With each gear, the back sank ever faster.
Panic took hold. Sally had to get out. She couldn’t understand why her loyal machine was not getting free. Pleading with the car, Sally tried to rock her body to get the car to go.
The smoke was too much. Fears that the car might catch on fire took over. Sally quickly shut the car down and jumped out to safety. Looking back, Sally’s heart dropped. The rear of the car was buried deep. There was no way to get free without help.
The boy in the Civic, now standing on the curb directing traffic away, called out to Sally to see if sh was OK. Her instinct was to curse the boy out for creating this mess. But, she new that this would not help anything.
Once traffic was cleared, the boy opened his trunk and produced a tow strap. Connecting the two cars, he maneuvered his Civic about and then signaled Sally to drive.
Not sure what to do, she got back behind the wheel, fired up, and slipped into gear. Timidly, she pressed the gas pedal, fearful of recreating all that smoke again. She was very surprised at the strong hard tug that came from such a small low to the ground car. It took one tug and her car was clear.
Once free, Sally got out to ask a few questions only to find the boy jumping into her car to maneuver it skillfully into the parking spot she had failed to enter. He emerged with her keys in hand and bid her a great evening. His face was red. If Sally didn’t know better, the boy was turned on by something, but what… she was not sure.
As the boy got into his car, he politely wished her well and shared his hopes of seeing her again. Sally was annoyed and intrigued. Looking over the mess that was made, her car was safely tucked away. No point trying to figure out these silly boys. She walked into her dorm and quickly forgot about the incident.
Little did she know that this would not be the last time she’d have trouble in this spot or the last time this low riding Civic would show up to her rescue.
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There is more to come… and links will start to show below as more chapters are added… both to this series and any other created in this genre
- Sally’s College Parking - Chapter - 1 Sally thought she found a solution to the college parking challenges Then, a 'boy' in a Civic shows up... Car troubles ensues... blushes follows... Dive in to read more
- The Boy in the Civic - Chapter - 2 Sally was glad that the boy in the Civic had not been a distraction.... she had been humiliated enough that one time. Fate had other plans however. Little did Sally know that she would meet him again. Memories of past stuck scenes... made the boy in the civic more eager to get to know this woman he had seen stuck on campus.... Dive in to read more
- The Great Escape - Chapter - 3 Nothing like a bit of stern lip from a lady to make a fella wish he wasn't being a helpful gentleman Troy was trying to do the right thing. Sally was trying to get to her car and get free early. Now, facing each other, flutters and butterflies were flipping tummies Worse... Troy feared he appeared like a stalker. Sally wondered what was wrong with the boy in the Civic. They meet again... and this time... it's more than rubber that gets heated No good deed goes unpunished... it seems.... Dive in to read more... of this tale
- Formal Introductions - Chapter - 4 Sally is confronted by a rude Mustang driving fella who is determined to prove that women can't drive. Little did Sally know that Troy would be spoiling factor But first, lots of revs, tire burning, drag racing action Sally must face Troy, the boy in the Civic that she's not been formally introduced to... and understand why her blood runs hot whenever he's around Dive in to read more
- Capricious Starts - Chapter 5 -The adventures of Sally and Troy take a very cold twist of fate as a motor gets revved hard. Will Troy come to the rescue, or will Sally figure it out on her own? Jen, worried sick, finds out that there's chemistry between Sally and Troy Will the high revs and tire spinning bring a new chapter of romance or leave them out in the called... stalled
- The Ice Storm - Chapter 6 unfolds in the Troy and Sally saga A snow storm comes over campus. Sally and Jen find the ice to be more than they can address and handle. Feelings grow hot. Troy makes an effort to be a hero. The night heats up a lot of emotions as tires search for traction. Two ladies uncover a dark secret too hot to handle as well.
- The Buddy System - Chapter 7 - Troy has his hands full. He's trying to be a gentleman and come to the rescue of Jen and Sally. However, the snow storm not only is serious, he meets a new lady who is very happy to be rescued by Troy Will this woman draw Troy's attention so much that Sally is left in the cold? Sometimes, you need a buddy to help you stay on the path when ice is all over the road
- New Starts Require Heat - Chapter 8 - A brutal snow storm paralyzes the town. Troy, a new local hero, turns his attention to Sally. However, Jen and Aiden need his help. This time, it's his turn to be the damsel in distress... or is it? His long held secret threatens to be revealed... Troy now must think super fast and free himself from ice.
Shallows of the Deep 