Chapter 1
Meagan awoke with a start. Damn it, she thought to herself as she looked at the clock, why did I agree to go to this stupid thing? She cursed to herself as she swung her long legs over the edge of her bed. She ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. What did Dawn have planned for their "little outing," she wondered while shampooing her hair as fast as possible. After she rinsed her hair, she towel dried her self and walked in to her bedroom naked.
She raided her closet for about twenty minutes before she found what she was looking for. She threw them on the bed and went to look in her dresser drawers for a matching bra and panty set. Grabbing the light green strapless bra and matching boy shorts, she quickly got dressed in the green halter top and black flowy skirt she had placed on the bed. She quickly rummaged through her stockings collection and found her favorite pair of black stockings that didn't need a garter belt to hold them up. Then she put on her black heels and walked in to the bathroom. She applied a small amount of make up to enhance her eye color and her lips to the fullest. She threw her wavy brown hair in a ponytail, knowing that it would fall out by the end of the night anyway. She knew she was running late, but she stepped back and looked herself over one last time. Her legs looked great in the stockings and heels. Her hips were rounded, but not obscenely so, and the skirt hung provocatively to about mid-thigh. Her stomach wasn't fat, nor was it flat, but it was nicely toned. Her breasts were one of her blessings; they were full and naturally perky, which got many envious looks from women and lustful stares of men. Her eyes finally locked with their reflection in the mirror, their sea-foam green color darkening slightly with her analysis of her appearance. Her lips were naturally pouty, with a light color that she did little to change with make up. Her chin was stubborn with a slight cleft in the middle. Her hair was already trying to fall out of its confinement and curling slightly around her pixie-ish face. Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone, which started ringing at that moment.
She ran into the living room and answered the phone on the third ring, "Hello?"
"Where the hell are you?"
"Hello Caryn, I'm just about to walk out my door, why? Did Dawn change her mind?"
"Nope, just wanted to make sure you were awake and all. You worked a double last night. And I don't want to miss going on our weekly 'outing'." She giggled.
"Speaking of our 'outing', did Dawn tell you where we were going? All she told me was to go pick you up and let you take over the driving from there."
Caryn paused. "...... Look, I know this sounds bad, but she told me that I couldn't tell you. She wants this to be a surprise for you. Please don't hate me and not come get me, but I can't tell you."
Meagan sighed. "Ok, look, I need to get off the phone if I'm gonna make it to your place and let you drive me to God knows where."
"Oh, crap, you're right. I'm sorry Meg, I'll let you go. See you in a few." Caryn said and hung up before Meagan could answer.
She shook her head and went to grab her purse and her keys from the kitchen table. She walked out her apartment door and locked it, throwing her keys back in her purse. As she was walking to the elevator, she noticed that all her neighbors were staring at her as she passed their windows. She started wondering if her skirt was caught in her panties or her stockings. Trying to be as subtle as possible, she reached back and smoothed her skirt down. No, that's not it, she thought. Hmm. She shrugged it off and punched the down button.
She made it to the lobby of her apartment building and noticed more stares. She wasn't used to all the attention being on her like that. She hurriedly walked out the doors towards the parking lot and her Nissan Pathfinder. She was halfway across the parking lot, rummaging through her purse when she heard the squealing of tires and looked up in time to see a car run into her.
"Well, shit, I'm going to be late" was the last conscious thought Meagan had before she hit the pavement.
Andrew looked up too late to stop the car from hitting the woman. Damn it, he thought as he jumped out of the car and ran towards the prone figure on the pavement behind his Corsica. He got a good glimpse of stocking-clad legs and a beautiful body before he saw her face and stopped dead in his tracks. She's gorgeous, and I just hit her with my car, he thought, mentally slapping himself in the forehead. He dropped to his knees to check for any injuries. When he found no external ones, he started to reach for his cell phone when he heard a ringing. Strange, he thought, no one calls me this late unless it's an emergency call and they need me. He flipped open his phone, but the ringing continued. He was reaching for the stranger's purse when she moaned and her eyelids fluttered open.
He started to sigh in relief, when his breath stuck in his throat. My god, he thought to himself, those eyes could make the devil repent.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, trying to suppress the growing lump of his arousal from being noticeable.
"If I say yes, will you move so I can sit up?" The mystery woman asked.
Andrew chuckled, "Well, at least you've got a sense of humor." He sat back on his heels and helped her sit up.
"What the hell just happened," she asked, "and who the hell are you?"
"Well, I just accidentally hit you with my car, and I'm Andrew, or Andy. And you are?"
The mystery woman started to shake her head and winced at the sudden pain. "Last I checked I was Meagan, and thanks for being honest with me Andy, I really didn't want to think I had fallen back to sleep on my way to out," she joked.
Andy laughed at that. She had spirit AND she was gorgeous. She was definitely someone he wanted to get to know. He stood up and helped her to her feet.
"Where are you headed, Meagan? I'd like to make sure you arrive there in one piece and that you don't have a concussion."
"Currently? I'm headed to my friends' house to pick her up and then I'm probably going to be embarrassed because we're going to meet another group of our friends somewhere only THEY know. What about you?" she asked, "Where were you headed before I stepped behind your car?"
"Oh, just heading to work." Andy replied.
"Really? Where do you work?" Meagan asked.
