Late for Dinner_(1)

“102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees.”
Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one more time, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 years old, and home for the summer after his first year in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly heat and crushing humidity. But Allen wasn’t about to go home. He had worked hard to lose weight in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a little warm.
He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking step after step along the trail that served as his running route. The pine trees provided a little shade, and he didn’t have to feel self conscious about the other runners. There were beautiful girls and unnaturally fit guys at his old high school, and there was something particularly humiliating about seeing the tight ass of a seventeen year old girl bounce slightly as it faded into the distance with you loping along panting behind.
That wasn’t to say Allen wasn’t capable. He was still young. And while he wasn’t cut out of marble like the rest of the kids around here, he was cute enough. He had straight light brown hair, stood at five eleven, and was getting slimmer every day, with a broad chest and a boyish face. At college he did okay with the girls, and had a couple of offers to go back to the dorms on party nights. Allen was flattered, but declined. He was shy, and couldn’t seem to drink enough in a night to get over it. Allen had only ever been with one girl. Running through the forest in the oppressive heat, he remembered that night.
Jackie had been a short girl, but that night she took up all of Allen’s vision. After watching a movie on the couch at Allen’s house, her hand had strayed close to Allen’s thigh. After about ten minutes of uncomfortable maneuvering like only teenagers could accomplish, they gave up and gave in. Before he even got his pants off she was on top of him, sitting on his eight inch cock. Allen would never forget that feeling. The resistance at first, and then giving way and swallowing him to his balls. The girl never lost a beat, moaning softly, then staring at him.
“Does that feel good?”
Allen hadn’t answered. He couldn’t. Everything in his body was focused on one thing.
“Yes….. no… maybe?” Jackie had asked, grinding her hips against his….
The buzz of Allen’s phone snapped him out of his day dream, and he was suddenly very aware of how heavily he as breathing. He slowed to a walk, wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt, and answered the phone.
“Hi Allen, this is Anna. Jake wanted me to call you and let you know he will be home this weekend. He wants you to come over when you get a chance.”
“Okay.” Allen replied, “Tell him I’ll be over in a half hour.”
With that he hung up the phone and turned back towards his car. It was already hot, and he was already tired. With his best friend wanting to see him, he had the excuse he needed to call it quits. Jake had been the only person from high school he kept up with, but their differing schedules made it difficult to get together.
The drive over to Jake’s house wasn’t far, but Allen still wanted to get there as soon as he could. Foregoing a shower or a change of clothes, he threw a towel down on the seat of his car and started driving straight there. Jake was adventurous like Allen. And also like Allen he loved to be outside. IT was almost certain that whatever they ended up doing they would end up sweaty and dirty anyway. After a few minute of listening to increasingly obnoxious songs on the radio he pulled onto the dirt road in front of Jake’s house.
The house was brand new, but nobody would have guessed that coming down the drive. Nobody would expect a new building to be so far away from everything else, and this house was in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Upon rounding a final curve in the road, Allen finally pulled up to the stately but not ostentatious house. The front porch was long and wide, with white columns lining the entrance way. Allen was surprised to see Anna leaning up against one of the columns. Allen also didn’t see any cars in the driveway.
“Hello Anna, how are you?”
Anna waived. She was dressed in pink shorts and a white tank top that seemed to be the uniform for girls in this town during the summer months. The last time Allen had seen her was two years ago when she was just a sophomore in High School. Back then she had seemed so young. He thought of Jake as his brother, so it was only natural he thought of Anna like a little sister. Only she wasn’t so little now. Her formerly light brown hair was now blonde with streaks of white caused by so much time in the sun. Her blue eyes were as bright as ever, but somehow lost the innocence they always seemed to have before. She was still short, just a bit over five feet, but her body was different. Her thighs were thicker, her hips wider, and her breasts were sticking out at the perfect angle from her otherwise flat torso.