Meg caught that sigh mid breath and tried to hold still hoping Stacy did not hear. The flushed embarrassed look from Stacy was all worth it as she scrambled to make herself decent. The slew of apologies was just too delicious. Had Stacy been Meg’s little b*… that tush would have been so red and rosy that night… and she would have to polish the car for spraying mud all over the wheel wells. Then, Stacy would have had to make amends for getting stuck before she would be rewarded with several orgasm. But fantasy over… Meg reassured Stacy that all was going to be well now that Mark was about to open the door.
Mark, the ever so composed knight that he was, reached the car and started to calm his girlfriend down, who was too busy trying to apologize. He was good, real good. Soon he had Stacy calmed and collected. He was gentleman enough to inquire if Meg was fine. The man just sent all manners of heat coursing through the veins of these two damsels in distress. Meg, thankful, understood that her heat and passion was not so much about Mark’s arrival as it was the situation at hand. Her feelings for Todd were still true, but her temptations were quite naught.
From his vantage point, Mark knew that the situation was pretty bad. The chassis of the car nearly rested on the soft mud below. The rain of the night before had not fully drained into the water table. This was a mess that would take a lot of effort to clear. It was clear to him, by the sound of the screaming V8 and the splattering of mud, that Stacy had nearly lost her cool trying to get free. OK, not nearly, actually totally lost her cool. This was new, as he’d never seen his lady at a loss of composure or control before.
Having to periodically reassure Stacy, as she was watching his facial expressions contort and shift about as he took in the scene, Mark tried hard to mask the tug of manliness swelling with ego knowing that he was their only way out. He was going to have a chance to play out a childhood fantasy of his… rescuing a competent, confident, self-assured, and strong woman from a messy situation she created that only he could fix.
Mark rounded the car. The passenger side looked far worse. The tire had dug down very deeply into the soft ground. He could see the spent rubber that had been flung about. All that heated spinning had dried up some of the dirt, giving him a very slim sliver of hope for their rescue. All told, without extra ropes, shovels, leather gloves, and extra water to drink, this was going to take a while. The obvious solution was to run back and get his 4×4, but that would be all too easy.
Stealing a look inside the car, Mark noticed how attentive the supposedly drunken Meg was. She was very focused on taking in the scene and her slight lean towards Stacy confirmed a suspicion he had held for some time now. Meg was attracted to Stacy. This very scene had sparked another discovery in her friend that made it all the more difficult to ignore this attraction. Meg swung for both teams it appeared, however there never was a girlfriend in Meg’s life. She was very loyal and faithful to Todd. This could prove interesting if Mark was not careful, as this posed a wild card to him.
Meg was calming down. Stacy had misread the sigh and assumed it was a signal to fix her outfit before Mark approached. Being uncovered as secretly attracted to your best friend, well, that was not a risk Meg wanted to take. However, as much as she was happy that Stacy was oblivious, there was this nagging feeling that Mark knew. The way he carefully looked about the car was way more than just a guy checking out how badly things were.
Mark was not only assessing but also calculating. He had the option of going back to get his jeep to pull them free but was seriously weighing what alternatives there was to stay on location. Plus, the way he had looked at her with very steady probing eyes, Meg felt exposed and discovered. The man just had a way to pierce the most guarded secrets. If he understood her, Meg was now in trouble. Most guys reacted one of two ways to their discovery. Most wanted a threesome right away and that usually ruined it for all three. Not that she ever went into a threesome. Or the guys got threatened and hostile towards her and it ruined it for all three.
To make matters far worse, Meg was secretly hoping that Mark had the “bug” in him. It was something she could not explain, as most guys online felt she couldn’t have the “bug” solely on the fact that she’s a female. To these idiots, females couldn’t get bitten by that feeling. Meg so had that feeling. She so had that “bug”. No one she knew in the off-line world had that either. It was only something that circulated around a very very small segment of the web. If Mark had the bug, her world would be set. But then, how does his piercing knowing look play into this fantasy of hers?
Meg really wanted to have Stacy continue her struggle to get free. There was something about that sight that really got her juices going. Commonly known as Body English, Stacy was perfect with it. That whole rocking and bouncing in the seat begging and pleading with the car to get out of the mud. It had an erotic and hypnotic hold on Meg. From what she had just witnessed, in a mind fog removing clarity, Stacy had the “touch” that really hit the spot! Question was, would Mark allow her to enjoy this moment more or would he take over and rescue his princess leaving her wanting.
Shallows of the Deep 