best friends share part 1

Best Friends Share

An Accident

Chelsea and Tami were best friends and had been for as long as they could remember. They even lived next door to each other, which facilitated their various conspiracies against their fathers. After all, a girl who is being raised by a single father has to use various ruses to get her way. Dads just don”t understand like a mom would, or so the girls convinced each other when they were planning to get something or do something their fathers might not approve of. So Chelsea and Tami were consummate schemers and they also truly believed that whatever they agreed to do was right.

The four of them were almost a family. The girls called the other father uncle, even though there was no blood relation. Speaking of blood, the girls couldn’t have been more unlike physically. Tami was tall and lanky with long blonde hair at 14. She was already filling out with large prominent nipples when she didn’t wear a bra. Chelsea”s mother had been Asian and Chelsea was one of those lucky kids from a half Asian mix who seems to bring out the most attractive of both races. She had barely begun to develop breasts and never would have a big set. In fact, she hadn’t even begun to grow hair on her body yet, making her look even younger than the 14 she was. She had shiny black hair in a short bob.

Their fathers, Roger, father of Chelsea, and Mike, father of blonde Tami, tried to do the best they could. It wasn’t easy raising a girl; it was even harder for a single man. But they formed their own support group, just the two of them. For instance, when the girls joined Campfire Girls, they were the only men involved. The moms of the other girls were universally suspicious of these “probable perverts.” But Roger and Mike helped each other convince the ladies from hell that they just wanted to do what was right for their daughters. Eventually they were accepted and even moved up to Girl Scouts with their daughters.

Now the girls were both fourteen and the challenges were greater. When they had the father daughter talk they did it as a foursome, which made the girls blush more than the dads. But at least Roger and Mike could actually talk about sex with another guy there to support them.

Both girls were in a local girl”s soccer league. This particular weekend, they had a game way off in the corner of the state. The four of them drove up together and expected to drive back after the game on the same day. It was summer and the heat beat down on the car as they drove. Even the AC running at top speed didn’t really seem to help. The girls were sweaty from the game; the guys were sweaty from watching. Now they were all irritable and sweating from the heat. Mike was tooling along the two lane road over the mountains that divided this part from the rest of the state. They were following a truck carrying junk when going around a tight turn; a large piece fell out of the truck as it went round a tight curve. Mike didn”t see the metal until it was bouncing right in front of the car. The sickening crunch of metal against metal jolted all four occupants. Mike saw the junk come out behind them and roll off into the trees. “Shit,” he said.

“Daddy, such language,” Tami said from the backseat as she and Chelsea giggled.

“Son of a bitch,” screamed Roger. “Catch him so we can get his license.”

“Daddy!” admonished Chelsea.

Mike had slowed and the truck was several turns ahead on the tight twisting road. Mike sped up but he wasn’t used to these roads while the trucker drove them every day. As he was about to get close enough for Roger to write down his plate, his panel turned into a Christmas tree. First the temperature light came on, then the temperature continued to rise, then the emergency maintenance light came on. The road was following a small stream on a long downhill, so Mike shifted into neutral and let the engine idle. That seemed to help a little, but the noises got louder and louder. At the bottom of the hill, the road was a t-intersection with a auto garage on one corner. Mike rolled into the station. The engine died as they coasted to a stop in front of the maintenance bays.

Roger saw the truck turning down the highway and he watched it disappear as he cursed under his breath. He and Mike got out as a mechanic came up. “What’s the trouble?”

Roger said angrily, “Some idiot dropped junk right in front of us and it hit the underside of the engine, then everything went crazy.”

“Ummm, let me take a look,” the fellow said as he grabbed a hydraulic lifter and a wheeled board. He put the lift under the front of the car and pumped it up and slid under the car. He was under for a minute and slid back out. “Well, gentlemen, I have bad news. Whatever you hit punched a nice clean hole in the radiator. At best, I”ll have to get a new radiator and install it. What worries me is any damage you might have done while it was running hot. Won”t know that until I can take it apart and check a few things like compression.” He looked at his watch. It was now five on Saturday afternoon. “I”ll call the parts company today but I won’t get the radiator till Monday most likely.”

Mike and Roger looked at each other. “What the hell are we gonna do?”

The mechanic pointed across the road. “The fishing lodge might have a room. I don’t see a full sign. Hurry “cuz this here is salmon season and it might fill up right quick.”

They hustled the girls from the car and headed across the highway to the lodge. The fellow running the place looked exactly like someone who had run a fishing lodge for his entire life: red flannel shirt, red hat, and well used rubber boots with a weather beaten face.

Mike said, “We need a couple of rooms.”

The fellow shook his head. “Sorry, this is our busy season. Normally I wouldn’t have nothin, but a guy cancelled this afternoon so I have one cabin.”

A cabin sounded better than nothing. Mike and Roger exchanged a look, “We”ll take it.”

Mike handed over his Visa card and the fellow gave them a key and directions. “The lodge has a restaurant open for breakfast and dinner. “The cook specializes in cooking any fish our guests catch, but then, you don”t look like fishermen.”

Mike and Roger went out and collected the girls before following the tree stump walkway to their cabin. Cabin turned out to be a generous deion. It had two beds, both were twins, which means you could put two of them together to make one real bed. Mike and Roger looked at each other both with the same thoughts; no way do I want to share a bed that small with a guy.

The girls on the other hand took one look and shouted, “First shower.” They laughed at each other before running into the bath. The guys heard the shower come on. Nothing unusual in that since the girls had been best friends forever and frequently slept over at one house or the other and took showers together.

Roger sat on the small bed, “What the hell do we do?”

Mike looked out the window. Their cabin was looking out over a pristine river in a steep and rocky canyon. Mike opened the window to hear the soothing sound of the river running over rocks. A cooling breeze had sprung up. They were close to the ocean and the onshore flow followed the steep valley, bringing a cooling breeze even miles inland. If it wasn’t that they were stuck with a broken car, it might have been a pleasant place.