He tells me where he is, I ask no questions and I’m out the door. I arrive at Nate’s not 10 minutes later and am half way through “Jack needs our help he’s—”, before he stops me with his keys already in his hands, “Alright, where to?”
We’ve been on the highway for an hour now and all I can think about – when I’m not worrying about Jack – is how long it’s been since I’ve been this close to Nate. I’d always considered him as my big “what-if”, but figured my chance was gone forever because he’d recently gotten a girlfriend who was oh-so-wonderful.
We’d only been together as young teenagers, barely 17, all sweaty palms and rough kisses. We never got to sex but the nights I had stayed up imagining how amazing it would be between us were suddenly flashing behind my eyes.
Jack being thrown in jail for public drunkenness three states away wasn’t looking so bad. My view of Nate’s bulging arm on the steering wheel, 6-foot plus body barely fitting in this old truck, was making this so much easier.
We get to the police station at around nine that night and request to see Jack. On the phone he hadn’t told me what he’d gotten in trouble for so I had no idea what to expect but I figured it couldn’t have been too bad.
When we get there we can’t even bail him out. Something about disorderly conduct regulation being letting the person spend at least a full 24 hours in jail.
“Jackson Heathridge was brought in at 3 am this morning, so you’ll only be able to get him out after 3 tomorrow. And even then, we don’t even allow releases until 9 am.”
Nate has to hold me back before I can lunge at this oversized beanbag chair telling me her stupid regulations.
“So we came all this way and drove like 6 hours for nothing!” I scream, as I’m being lead out of the tiny department against my will. “This is so fucking ridiculous. I am going to kill Jack. Kill him! He couldn’t have mentioned these details over the phone?!”
“He was probably too out of it to even remember any details of his arrest. It’ll be fine. We’ll crash at a motel we passed on the way here and just get him tomorrow morning.”
I stop putting up all resemblances of a fight once we get to the motel and it hits me that neither of us anticipated we’d be staying the night: therefore, no clothes.
"It doesn't really matter. I sleep in my bra and panties anyways; you’ll just sleep in your boxers. Nothing we haven’t seen each other in before.” It’s true too; those nights we spent together as kids, we never went all the way, but the places we did go were always good enough.
I undo my bun and start to peel off my layers as I walk to the shower, "I'll be out soon,” I mention.
I shower quickly. I was upset about Jack but I decide to just put it behind me; everything should be fixed in the morning. I washed my underwear so that I could dry it and just wear it again. I come out in my towel and wet hair, Nate’s sitting on the bed.
"Shower's free," I say lowly. I sit down on a chair near the radiator and put my panties and bra to dry while I watch TV for a bit. Nate’s still in the shower when I decide to put on my underwear, they feel dry enough so I start to put on my bra. Right as I start to slip my panties around my thighs I hear the door open. I slip them up as fast as I can and start to blush when I see Nate come out of the bathroom in his boxers, blushing just as hard.
"Oh, sorry. My bad. I should've warned you."
"No, no. It's cool don't worry about it, it's nothing really."
I head over to the bed, trying to calm down. He comes up to the foot of the bed staring down at me, looking unsure of himself, "Uh, okay, so I'll just sleep on the couch and...."
"Oh, shut up. Just sleep here with me, you idiot. It's not a big deal." I open the sheets for him on his side of the bed. He still looks unsure, but very relieved at the idea of getting to sleep in a bed and lies down next to me.
I haven’t been this close to him since we were 17, so it’s been a few years. We grew apart, then we were just friends, now it’s been four years and here we were. It’s like we’re nervous teenagers again… for me at least.
I keep looking at him. My eyes graze down his stomach, over his tan skin and tight stomach. He’s lying on his back staring up at the ceiling. I’m on my side facing him and suddenly realize how little clothing we’re both wearing, and how this could be my last chance. I reach over and put my hand on his shoulder, "Hey, are you okay?" He looks at me like he's just remembered I was next to him.
"Huh? ... Oh yeah. Just thinking about Jack, and how we’ve made this trip in vain."
I sigh, “Don't remind me, sometimes I wonder why we put up with this kid." I put my hands on my face. “And then I remember that he’s not so bad…”
He laughs a bit and turns onto his side to face me, “Yeah, only when he’s not being reckless.”
“Yeah, like that’ll ever happen,” I put my hands down and look up into his eyes, staring right through me.
"Everything will turn out just fine. We'll get him out tomorrow. Everything will be back to normal."
I search his eyes and move closer. He's significantly taller than me so even though we're lying down I'm still titling my head to look at him. My head is at his shoulders and I lean in right under his chin. I feel him tense up as our bodies inch closer.
"I know. I'm just worried is all."
"Just try to sleep,” he says finally after a long pause and puts his hand on my shoulder, grazing it slowly down my arm.
I shift and turn around so that my back is to him. He keeps his hand on my arm for a while. I move myself closer to him so that now my practically bare ass is sitting right in front of his cock. I didn’t think I’d be able to go through with it, but just the feeling of him being so close to me has made me want to feel like more of him around me. If I got anything from that look in his eyes he wants this too.