NOTE:
This story is a continuation of the story I started in "Cori: The Last (First) Milestone" If you haven't read that, and are patient with a slow build-up and a little light student-teacher action then I suggest you read that first to get to know the characters. I intend to keep telling stories in this world from the perspective of various characters.
This installment is from Nikki's point of view, and it's a long one. If you're looking for some quick satisfaction, this probably isn't the story for you. Full disclosure, there is no explicit sex in this story. There is some (non-explicit) discussion of incest and abuse, and if those topics bother you, then maybe don't read this story.
For the rest, stick around, although it's building up slow, things will get spicier in installments to come. Things are just getting started. --J
Part 1: A New Era
Nikki sat on the tailgate of her 1986 Ford Bronco; blasting her newly installed speakers and waiting patiently for Cori to come out of the school. "The Truck" as it was called in her family was her pride and Joy. It was a big faded-red (with a significant smattering of rust and Bondo) behemoth of a vehicle that had been in her family for over 20 years. When her parents had tried to scrap it after yet another breakdown, Nikki had begged them to let her have The Truck instead. She had gotten her license a few months prior and desperately wanted her own wheels and independence. Her parents had agreed; on the condition that Nikki maintained it in a functional and safe condition.
That had been almost 2 years ago now, and Nikki had quickly realized that maintaining a nearly 30-year-old gas guzzling vehicle like The Truck meant constant repairs and a steady stream of gas-money to keep it running. Nikki had taught herself basic mechanical aptitude (YouTube is a lifesaver!) and managed to take on most of the work required to keep it running herself. Between self-maintenance, and a string of low-paying jobs, Nikki had kept The Truck up and running, even improving it with Cori's help.
The two friends had spent countless weekends wrenching on The Truck, reupholstering the interior, upgrading the stereo to something they could Bluetooth into, and cruising the Chicagoland area enjoying the fruits of their labor.
She smiled, remembering all the times with Cori and the truck....Her smile of delight after 5 hours of trial and error when they finally managed to get the Stereo to play (first song on the new stereo was Taylor's "Getaway Car") or the time Cori dumped oil all over herself after mis-understanding the direction of flow after removing the oil-nut in an oil change.
What a mess it was to clean her up! How can I get her all oiled up like that again, I wonder? And where is that Girl? It's nearly 3:30!
Nikki had crushed her Calc final and she couldn't wait to tell Cori. The two of them had spent hours over the last 3 nights helping get her ready for the dreaded test, and it had paid off. Nikki was sure she'd passed, and maybe even Aced the test. Any lingering fears of summer-school were in the rearview and she was ready for her first summer as a free woman!
If only that slowpoke would get out here! What could she possibly be doing? I thought she was done after that run? Oh no! Was that injury worse than she thought? Did they have to take her to the doctor or something? No, she'd still have texted me...that girl better have a good excuse!
Nikki was about to get up and go looking for her best friend when she saw Cori come around the building and into the lot. Her long-dark hair was still wet from the shower and her face was flushed; a big grin pasted across it and a twinkle in her eye.
Weird...she finished that run like 2 hours ago...
Cori was moving much more comfortably than the last time Nikki had seen her. In fact, she looked amazing. That glow looked like more than just from her run, and she was almost...prancing? Not a look she expected from her usually reserved best friend.
I guess I'm not the only one excited to be done with School!
Cori wasn't wearing what she'd worn to school this morning (An oversized grey "Hughes Volleyball" hoodie and sweatpants, despite the 80 degree weather) she'd ditched the hoodie for a "Hughes Athletics" t-shirt in a much smaller size than her normal men's 2XL. The shirt was almost form-fitting, showing off Cori's generous assets up-top while flattering her midsection, unlike the tent-like approach she normally took to outerwear. The sweatpants she was wearing weren't the same either. These ones were also less baggy and tightened in a very interesting way around her thighs and backside.
"Who is this Goddess and what did she do with my frumpy little Cori?" Nikki shouted across the parking lot.
Nikki swore Cori's flush turned a bit darker as she sped up across the lot toward her. "It's just extra stuff Mae...er Coach Winston had from booster club." Cori said, definitely blushing, "It was too nice out to that hoodie back on so she loaned these to me."
"Well keep them!" Nikki gushed, eyeing her friend's body shamelessly, "It's nice to see the girls out to play! Careful or someone might just notice that you're gorgeous! What took you so long anyway?"
Cori's blush deepened even more, causing Nikki's intrigue level to ratchet to 11. "I'll tell you in the car...let's get going." Cori said shyly, "I have to tell you something...and I don't know how you're going to react."
"You could tell me anything in that outfit." Nikki snarked, "All I'd be thinking about are tits and ass" she flirted. Nikki had always been a flirt with Cori. The girl needed as much positive reinforcement as she could get, and it's not like it would go anywhere. Cori wasn't interested in that sort of thing as far as Nikki knew.
Not interested in much when it came to showing off or using that luscious body of hers.
Cori looked at Nikki, a funny gleam in her eye, "I hope that's true." She said as she piled herself into the passenger seat.
Nikki closed the tailgate and moved into the driver's seat, firing up The Truck's V8 engine with a roar.
