SluttyBi: I need a ride.
MissyJ: *devilish grin* I just gave u the ride of a lifetime last nite, babe.
SluttyBi: *lol* not that ride, silly. I meant I’m picking up my car from the mechanic today. I got a message last night saying everything’s fixed and ready for me to take it home today.
MissyJ: OK, where is this place?
SluttyBi: do u remember Kev?
MissyJ: Kev who?
SluttyBi: Geeky Kev from back in high school. He was in the same year as my brother’s and often hung out with him.
MissyJ: oh that Kev. Yeah, I remember him. Why?
SluttyBi: he’s my mechanic. Joe recommended him to me and since I know my brother wouldn’t screw with me, I took his advice and dropped my car at Kev’s garage.
MissyJ: did u actually see/meet Geeky Kev?
SluttyBi: nope. I spoke with his assistant, but when I called back last night Kev told me he’d be the only one working at the garage today since it’s the weekend and he’s only open until noon, so are you ready? It’s almost eleven and I don’t want to arrive there late.
MissyJ: fine, fine. I’ll be there in fifteen.
MissyJ signed out…
I logged off my computer as soon as Jen logged out. I already took a quick shower and was just sitting around in my bathrobe. My hair was already dried and all I gotta do was pick out an outfit. I couldn’t quite decide if I wanted to wear jeans or skirt. I’d be with Jen and after our impromptu fucking session last night after work, I’d never know when we’d be attacking each other again. After we established that we were now best friends with benefits, the air between us cleared; there was that quiet understanding that we don’t have to wait for the other to initiate something before we jump each other.
Finally I decided to wear my thigh-high jean skirt and topped it with a double tank top (yellow and pink) and I’d finish it off with my pastel pink thong flip-flops. It was a gorgeous day outside after all so why hide from the sun. I think I needed to work on my tan anyway and I’d rather do it naturally than faking and baking. Panties were out of the question as it will only get in the way in case Jen and I felt frisky with each other.
Nearly fifteen minutes later I received a text message from Jen. She was downstairs waiting. I grabbed my purse and cell phone and locked my apartment door after me. She parked right outside the electronic glass doors so I didn’t have that far to walk. I noticed how she was eyeing me even though her eyes were hidden behind those big, funky sunglasses of hers. I felt her eyes touch every exposed skin of my body – even the ones hidden from view. Instantly I felt my pussy cream – and I wasn’t wearing panties, dammit!
“You better quit looking at me like you want to take me right here, right now,” I told her as soon as I slipped into the passenger’s seat.
Jen flashed me that wicked Cheshire cat grin of hers and placed her hand on my exposed thigh, caressing it gently before her hand dipped between them and touched my wet pussy, sliding two fingers between my folds until they were soaked. I wasn’t expecting her to do this and my gasp was genuine. She didn’t look a bit apologetic. She pulled her hand from my crotch and licked her fingers.
“Mmmm…tasty. I better remember to have a piece of that later,” she grinned then gunned the Solstice’s engine out of my parking lot.
We didn’t talk much on our way to Kev’s garage except when she was asking for directions. Her hand went back to rest on my thigh and so did my hand. We were gently caressing each other’s thighs, drawing circles on each other’s skins until I was sure we creamed our skirts (she wasn’t wearing panties too I bet since she didn’t bother with one yesterday).
“Oh fuck,” we both muttered as we pulled up outside Kev’s garage. We got each other so damn worked out that we were both clutching our thighs tightly together. We needed a few minutes to compose ourselves before getting out of the car. That bit of innocent fun we had in the car proved to be too much for the two of us.
Only half of the garage door was opened and from where we parked across the street, the place didn’t look crowded at all. We walked in, poking our heads in first in search of Kev who said he’d be around before he closes shop at noon. I glanced at my watch and noted it was ten minutes to noon now. If his garage door was still open then that means he was still around here somewhere.
“Hello? Anybody here?” I called out as loud as I could. I hate raising my voice, but on occasion – like today – I knew I had no choice but to do so.
“I’m back here!” came the answer from a somewhat gravelly, Vin Diesel-like voice.
Jen and I followed where the sound of the voice came from and stopped when we saw a pair of jean-clad legs sticking out from underneath my GT silver metallic Boxster RS 60 Spyder.
“Kev?” I asked tentatively, not certain if it was him underneath my car or not.
Jen and I jumped back when the man under the car pushed himself out from underneath, lying on those rolling flatbeds most mechanics used when working on the undercarriages of vehicles. He had muck and grease on his face and the upper part of his shirt, but amidst all that mess the brightness of his blue eyes was intense and OMG, if I was wearing panties it would’ve dropped at the mere sight of him lying down on that flatbed smiling up at us.
Kev Fielding was one uber hot mechanic! Forget Vin Diesel when he starred in The Fast and the Furious! This guy here was an Adonis on…well, at the moment he was on a rolling flatbed, but that doesn’t matter. Instant attraction made me foam in the mouth, so to speak, and a quick glance at Jen told me she too wasn’t expecting to find geeky four-eyed Kev to turn out this scrumptious!
“Kev?” I repeated again still not believing what I was seeing.
He turned his head towards me and I received a full blast of that sexy as sin dimpled smile of his. “Hi Ally,” he greeted warmly then pushed himself up and off the flatbed. He wiped his hands on the thighs of his jeans before extending it to me, “How are ya?”
I didn’t mind whether his hand was dirty or not. I was far too distracted by how much he has grown and changed over the course of the past few years to pay attention to a dirty hand shaking mine.
“I’m—I’m good. And you?”
“I’m great,” he grinned then looked at my companion. “You can’t be Casey, can you?” he was watching Jen carefully, trying to place her.
Casey was my youngest sister.
“No. I’m Jen,” Jen extended her hand to shake his. “I’m Ally’s friend who always hangs out with her whenever you were over at their place,” she explained.
“Oh right, right,” he nodded as if remembering her now. “Yeah, you and Casey looked a bit alike though so I wasn’t sure if you were her or not,” he explained.
“No worries. I got used to being thought as Ally’s kid sister,” Jen smiled. And it was the truth. The similarities in built and feature between my sister and Jen was unbelievable that if they had their backs turned you wouldn’t be able to tell who was who! I often teased them to be twins separated at birth by two years.
“Nice,” he smiled before turning to address me once again. “Your car’s fixed already. I just checked it to make sure everything’s in good order,” he explained.
“Awesome! How much do I owe you?”
Kev looked sheepish for a bit. He stood there with one hand resting on his lean jean-clad hip and the other scratching the back of his neck. He looked like he was debating something.
“Since you’re Joe’s sister I don’t usually charge friends or family, but since I wasn’t the one who worked on your car – I just inspected it to make sure everything was done right – I’m not sure whether to charge you labour and parts or just labour,” he explained.