An Unexpected Vacation_(1)

It was two days after Easter when I received a surprising message on Facebook. A girl I used to only see at a friend’s bonfires asked word for word “are you up for a spontaneous adventure?” I was caught completely off guard to say the least. As pretty as she was, I had never hung out with her let alone had a sober conversation with her. Looking back, I was probably involved with another girl anyway at the bonfires, but not this time. “Where is this trip to?” I messaged back. The icon kept popping up saying she was typing then disappearing, so I decided to peruse through her Facebook photos. First thing I noticed was how blue her eyes were. The fact that I had only seen her at night (in addition to being inebriated) had hid this from me. The rest of her though I remember vividly. Wavy, dark brown hair that came down to the top of her shoulder blades. Picking a best attribute can’t be done because she had it all. She was 5’6”, had a firmly toned core, thighs that weren’t too thick but just right and an ass that would make any man do a triple take.

I found a photo of her in yoga pants. Lightly biting my tongue and taking a breath, I admired how perfect she filled them out. Her shirt had some band on it whose name was pushed out from her breasts. Don’t recall the name of the band, but I recall the genuine C cups. Before I could get too lost in thought the message chime came through my computer speakers. I quickly looked down to her response. “To Vermont. Snowboarding, free breakfast, alcohol, three days, just you and I. All I need is 100 bucks. What do you say?” How straightforward she was turned me on immediately. How many times does this occur in a man’s life? Sure you could be insanely attractive and get girls, but having a girl just bluntly use the words “alcohol, three days, just you and I.” That’s a fucking blessing. My fingers hovered over the keyboard tapping the air in between. “Well let’s hold on now. I can’t automatically assume I’m going to get laid. She just might want company,” I thought to myself. “Come on, don’t bullshit yourself. Why would she say it like that then if she didn’t want sex?” This debate between the gentleman and the animal in me went on as I finally typed up my simple response. “Yes! That’d be awesome! When do we leave?”

We discussed the particulars and eventually reached the conclusion that she’d spend the night at my house the night after next and we’d leave early the following morning. When I logged off Facebook I took a deep breath before slumping back in my computer chair. I began to visualize the bonfires when I first met this girl. Her name was Megan. She was good friends with Gianna, a girl I grew up with three streets down from mine. Megan had always been eccentric to me. She’d show up to the parties in leopard skin tight yoga pants and tight black shirts most of the time. If it wasn’t the leopard pants it was tight black booty shorts. When she had a bit to drink, she’d start bumping into me and busting my balls about whatever she could. As much as we’d drunken play fight I never attempted anything more. It wasn’t because she had a bad reputation or anything; she was always a blast to drink with, but that’s all it was. Sure, I would watch her ass bounce by the fire light when she’d get amped up over something, but I never made an advance. There were times her and I would be stumbling over each other and we’d smack each others asses and sometimes even full out wrestle, but we never even “accidentally” kissed. It’s a strange thing when you only know a person while in a certain environment. The mystery of what it’d be like with her and only her was about to be uncovered. For the rest of the evening, I imagined looking down into those piercing blue eyes. I imagined her palms engulfing my ass cheeks, pulling me in.

At 7PM the next night, she texted me again. “Alright I’m on my way.”. I took a little extra time sprucing up even though we weren’t going anywhere. Hell, we didn’t even plan on being awake past 11PM so we could start driving at 7 am. Questions arose all at once in my mind. “How old is she? Did you ever ask? Shit I don’t even know what kind of car she drives.” Quite seriously, I knew she was of legal age otherwise she wouldn’t be going to Gianna’s, but I didn’t know her exact age. “What do I set up? Netflix?” I usually only have girls over that I’ve actually been dating/ known better so I was conflicted on what ambiance I wanted. I’d never had an extended period of time with Megan sober, never asked what her hobbies were either. “Fuck it.” I said to myself. “Tidy up, be yourself, play it by ear. Don’t over think.” I stood in my driveway staring out towards my road. The trees had just started forming the ‘jungle canopy’ as I call it over the stones. How toned her ass felt sparked in my mind while waiting. I did grab it on occasion at the bonfires. She’d grab mine right back. Soon enough I saw headlights slowing down through the woods.

Megan’s black SUV came to a stop about six feet in front of me. The headlights shut off, and the driver’s side door opened, turning on the interior light. She was leaning over to the passenger seat, rummaging through an overnight bag. I couldn’t help but smile, for I’ve seen women in that exact position so many times. When she sprang up, her eyes found mine. A friendly but kind of devious smile stretched across her face, followed by a quick ‘peppy’ wave. I didn’t know for certain then, but her devious smile was just the tip of the iceberg for how quickly she could send blood rushing towards my cock. “Hey there!” she exclaimed joyfully.”Howdy,” I replied plainly, with a hint of cheer. “Have you ever been snowboarding?” she asked quickly. “No I haven’t,” I responded. “Guess you’ll be teaching me.” Megan chuckled as she shut her door walking towards me. “Really? I always took you for the adventurous sporting type.” She propped herself up on the hood of my old car that still sat in my driveway and began swinging her legs. “What made you think that?” I asked. “Mainly your body structure. The strength you have when we play fight.” Best thing about that sentence was how her fingers very noticeably gripped the trunk of my car harder before a spasm, if you will, caused her to stick her tits out. Megan wasn’t wearing the leopard pants or the booty shorts. She was in jean shorts and a pink tank top. It was almost a whole new person, but it was full blown new down right dirty things running through my mind.

“I love baseball.” I said without really thinking. “Ah you used to play when you were younger?” Megan asked, still swinging her legs. “Yes I did.” White sneakers with pink socks kept waving in and out of my view. “I can’t wait to see you snowboard. You’re going to bust your ass,” she said playfully. Megan’s voice wasn’t the highest of pitches; it was that “womanly deep” as I call it, but if you were on the phone you’d know it was a female. “I have no doubt about that.” I answered with a laugh. “Well lucky for you I’m a massage therapist so I can tend to your wounds.” Megan replied. She tilted her head back and laughed a bit before giving me that smile again. I laughed along because I didn’t want to let on just how much my heart rate was increasing. “Now that I know you’re a massage therapist I should probably finally ask how old you are,” I said in a joking tone. “I’m 20. Turning 21 this November. How old are you?” she asked, unlocking her legs and letting them dangle. “I’m 23. Funny huh? We’ve never talked outside of Gianna’s.” Megan chuckled and took a deep breath. “Yeah… We aren’t drunk or around anyone else but you still sound the same. Short sentences, laid back, trying to play it cool.” I chuckled but had to adjust my posture. Not only was she sexier then I’d ever seen her, she was more intelligent than I’d ever known. Not had Megan peeked my sexual curiosity within five minutes, she’d sparked one of the things that turns me on most in a woman; intelligence.

We sat outside and made small talk for an hour and a half. We covered video games, stories from Gianna’s, different jobs, even a little bit about past relationships. I don’t remember what I was saying but at one point Megan cut me off with “Sorry to cut you off but I have a quick question. Where do I sleep?” Her legs started swinging again. “Wherever you want, really. You can have my bed and I’ll take the couch or vice versa.” Megan checked her phone for the time and then pushed herself off my car. “Well I’m going to grab my stuff, and I’m a guest so I don’t want you on the couch. Is it an issue if we share your bed?” I actually gulped, but kept it hidden by tilting my head down. Megan’s ass was trying to poke out from her shorts while she waltzed to her trunk. “Come over here I want to show you what you’ll be wearing up there. It’s my brothers stuff but he’s pretty much exactly your size so it’ll work.” The way my outside light reflected off the glass of her trunk door hit her body in such a marvelous way. She pressed the trunk door up with both arms fully stretching them accentuating her tightly formed waist. Her tits in that pink tank top will never be forgotten.

After looking over the gear it became time to head in. “You never did answer me. Are we sleeping together or what?” she asked, without any signs of awkwardness. “We can sleep together.” I replied. Megan glanced around my kitchen before meeting my dog. “Is it a boy or a girl?” she asked. “It’s a girl.” Megan knelt down and started petting my black lab. “She’s so adorable. I absolutely love dogs.” I smiled, though she couldn’t see. I’m glad because when she kneellt down, black and leopard print lacy panties found their way out of her shorts. “Show me to your bedroom!” Megan said spreading her arms out in the air. I turned on my light and showed her where she could leave her things. At this point I decided to make the first ‘move.’ “I sleep in just my boxers just so you know,” I stated. Megan didn’t so much as bat an eye. “Fine with me. I sleep in just my bra and underwear.”

I didn’t bother with being ‘polite’ after hearing that. I simply removed my shirt and jeans and plopped on my bed. I half expected Megan to change in the bathroom, but no. She took off her clothes right in front of my eyes. Watching her reveal her flat toned belly from underneath that pink tank top still gets me hard just thinking about it. “You’re one lucky guy. Girl nonchalantly undressing in front of you,” Megan said with that smile as she bent over to take down her jean shorts. As I laid on my bed with my arms behind my head, I watched as she put her shorts in her bag, bending over right in front of me without a care in the world. Her ass was a million times better outside of lower garments. Putting her right knee on the the corner of my bed , Megan grabbed my right leg for balance before plopping down beside me. Her hair smelled of strawberries and her general odor was similar but with an extra kick. It wasn’t too hot that night so I had put a light blanket on my bed. “I’m a heavy sleeper, like, once I’m out, I’m out,” Megan said before yawning.