Given the information she had, a quick search online helped her understand the plans all the more. Mark was flying in and would fly out quickly. The cabin was exactly half way between the airport and her place. As she was still taking classes, she lived closed to campus. The cabin was the perfect thoughtful middle point to optimize their time together. His place was on the other side of the campus way too far from the airport. Getting to the campus area had risk of lots of traffic eating up their date time.
Stacy felt all warm and fuzzy knowing that this little ask was actually helping them spend more time together. Most other women in her social circle would have insisted the man come into town. As if that was the only gentlemanly way to meet your lady. Mark was practical. He was not about stupid traditions that made dating hard. She was not going to let him down.
Against the advice of Meg, Stacy had sent a photo of a naughty strappy leather belt to tease Mark. It was the kind one used for kinky play. While Meg didn’t know that Stacy longed for some naughtiness in her life, she was not sure that Mark even knew what that life was about. Neither had talked about it, neither had said they were interested. Stacy was hoping that Mark would be open to it and help her uncover a side of her she had kept hidden from nearly everyone she knew.
This weekend’s visit was too short to chat about it, but Stacy wanted to start that conversation before her heart was hopelessly gone head over heels for Mark. Little did Stacy know that Mark had a similar custom made strap with her name on it waiting for her. The photo put his one worry to rest. She was open to kinky play.
His uncle was the only person who really knew about his special taste in non-vanilla play. Now that Mark was grown, the adjustments in the cabin was set to accommodate his unique skills as well as that of his uncle. Mark had unlimited access to the cabin and was the primary guardian of the place as his uncle was not as able to upkeep the property. They had talked. They had agreed that Stacy was the one… well had the potential to be the one. Sadly, this short visit would not be the right venue to explore it all. He’d have to wait another time to show her the leather strap and the secrets of the cabin.
Stacy, now having some options with her plans, decided to go to one of her events to celebrate the win of one of their girlfriends. A new job before graduation was always a wonderful deal to secure. That peace of mind was most wonderful. Meg, of course, was going to be there, and because Stacy was going to be feeling extra vulnerable in her summer dress, they would stick together like glue.
Her man had asked she show up commando, so the celebration was going to be done commando also. A bit too much for her comfort, but hey, that was how it was going to be. Meg would do like old times perfectly. Stacy knew well that her man would never had asked her to be so exposed if there was any other way to avoid it. She trusted his recommendations in his instructions. Having a girlfriend who honestly had your back, and it was a two way street, was a blessing indeed.
The gathering was at a bar, not one of Stacy’s favorite places to hang out. The guys were extra pushy when they wanted a date or a good time. Meg was priceless. The girl was on top of all the advances and deflected them smoothly and effortlessly. Despite the fact most of the guys there knew the score, they still tried anyway to get a shot at Stacy.
Towards the end of the celebrations, it was starting to get obvious that Meg was drinking a bit over her usual limits. Might be because the aggressive nature of the passes were harder to deflect today, or it was just that Stacy was too eager to leave and meet her man that she was more acutely aware that Meg was drinking. Either way, when Stacy’s phone beeped, she grew excited to see it was a text from her man.
Plans were changing slightly and he was now in town early. He hoped that it would not be too much to ask her to make her way over to the cabin now, as they would both arrive about the same time.
Stacy jumped up and nearly knocked Meg over as she hastily said her goodbyes and ran out the bar to her car. Of course, Meg was asked to follow in tow and was struggling to keep up with her friend’s hasty retreat. Considering how tall the sandals were, Meg was quite surprised at the skill at which her friend zoomed and zipped about the exit of the bar. If Stacy ever found out that Meg found her friend remotely attractive, this would put a dangerous riff in their close bond.
Meg only wished she was not so buzzed… she would have kept a much closer distance from her friend to get a better view of the undulations below the dress. Meg was happily involved with Todd and had never pursued any interest in any woman, but that didn’t mean she never looked and never appreciated.
To Stacy’s grave surprise, her trustworthy car would not start. Something had gone wrong and she didn’t have the time to figure out what. Good thing Meg had stayed out to make sure she was off safely. This was the lifeline she needed. Meg could get her there… quickly. Then it hit her. Meg had too much to drink to drive safely. She had agreed to be the designated driver. Meg was the only one who drank between the two of them. This was not good.
Meg signaled to Stacy to get out of the car. It clearly was not going to start over. The fuel pump seemed not to be feeding the motor, not that Meg expected Stacy to know this. As Stacy delightfully exited her car, the slightest breeze caught the dress and briefly flashed Meg. Stacy, unbothered, adjusted gracefully, and hopped over to Meg’s car. That car was not a modern new shiny car. It was, well… it was… umm… old.
Meg watched Stacy with growing enthusiasm. This was going to be a long held secret dream of hers come true. The word on the campus was that Stacy was Ms. NASCAR. She drove hard and fast as good good as any of the guys who did drive. While not a gearhead, Stacy was every bit at ease behind the wheel of her four-banger. Now, Meg was going to see Stacy drive a v8 powered car. The beast, as Stacy called this Chevy Nova, was big. It was a bit loud. It was powerful. It was temperamental. It was strong. A beast.
Meg tossed the keys over to Stacy. The extra drink was now paying off. She’d get to ride shotgun and watch this super sexy fox drive a v8. Meg quickly felt a wave of guilt hit her hard. She was fantasizing about her friend who had no idea that she even fantasized about women. Time to fix herself and blame the alcohol… as Stacy was giving Meg a weird look in response to the flushed face as she made her way around to the driver’s side.
Shallows of the Deep 