I was really having a classic lazy Sunday. I'd been visiting my brother in San Francisco, and we'd had a pretty booze filled Saturday, which left us not wanting to do anything on the Lord's Day. The fact that it was raining didn't help, and we didn't even get around to leaving his apartment until noon, at which time we went for a short walk to get sandwiches.
With sandwiches in hand, we were only about one block from my brother's place when he remarked, "Oh shit!"
Coming down the other way down the street was a girl that apparently my brother didn't feel like talking to. As she got closer I recognized her as Ashley D., a girl I knew from high school but hadn't seen in about ten years. She didn't seem to recognize me from far away, but once she got close, I could see a look of surprise on her face. "Well, it's certainly been a while," she said while hugging me, pressing her large breasts up against my hard body.
Ashley and I had never been close at all. In our high school days we'd run with different crowds, and only really knew each other because we'd had a few classes together. However, through sheer coincidence her and my brother had become friends in San Francisco. Apparently she worked with my brother's roommate, and they knew each other that way.
In high school I'd never thought she was all that hot, but I didn't think she was unattractive either. I'd basically remembered her as a girl with huge boobs, a toothy smile, kind of an obnoxious voice, and a lively personality. While I'd never seen them, I knew she was quite found of showing off her boobs back in the day. In fact, I think she was pretty free-spirited sexually speaking. I had been at a bonfire down at the beach with her and a whole bunch of other people one time when she all of a sudden got desperate to get a ride home. She asked pretty much everyone there to help her out, but no one wanted to leave, so in her desperation she offered to give someone a blowjob for a ride. One dude immediately took her up on the request before I even had the chance to act. I don't know whether she wound up sucking his dick or not.
Seeing her in San Francisco, she looked a little better than I remembered her. Her long, wavy blonde hair was blowing all over the place in the storm, giving her the perfect sex hair look. Her skin was clear, and she still had a very toothy smile. Her ass was nice too, especially in the tight yoga pants she was wearing. But her breasts were still by far her best assets. Even though they were hidden behind a coat, I could still tell just how big they were, and from the looks of things, gravity hadn't caught up to them yet. I couldn't help but think about fucking her from behind, and seeing those huge titties jiggling freely.
Ashley had always been an extremely talkative girl, and on that lazy Sunday she was no different. We stayed in the light rain conversing for a solid ten minutes, most of which time was taken up by her telling us how the night before she'd been making out with some guy she wasn't into, so she began making out with his friend instead. She had zero shame in telling this story. When she was done with her story, I mentioned the fact that I was driving back to Los Angeles the next day to visit family for the holidays. "Really?" she said, sounding excited. "Wow. Are you traveling by yourself."
"Yup, just me and some luggage."
"I don't mean to intrude, but is there any way I could catch a ride with you? I was planning on finding a ride share on Craigslist, but this would make things much easier."
I didn't really want to give her a ride. Although she was kind of cute, she was super annoying, and I didn't feel like dealing with her for a seven hour ride. But, I couldn't think of an excuse so I agreed to give her a lift. She preceded to give me her number and said, "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. I'd love to hang out with you guys, but I really need to do my laundry. I have no clean clothes. I'm not even wearing panties right now."
As far as parting words go, she couldn't have done much better. But my brother wasn't feeling it. "That chick's crazy," he said. "That's going to be an awful ride home tomorrow."
"I'll make the best of it," I replied, hoping it wouldn't be so bad.
The next day I picked Ashley up bright and early. She was wearing the same yoga pants along with an unzipped leather jacket, and a tight fitting shirt that showed off her ample cleavage. It was a good look for her. "I'm so excited to ride with you," she said as she hopped in the car.
Even though Ashley loved to talk, we still managed to run out of topics to talk about super early in the drive. After a long, awkward pause in the conversation I broke the silence by asking, "So, how was the rest of your day after doing you laundry."
She laughed. "It was a lazy day. I didn't even do my laundry. I'm bringing it home with me to have my mom wash it."
"That's good," I said, not really knowing why I said it.
Ashley responded immediately. "And in case you were wondering, I'm still not wearing any panties. Or a bra for that matter."
I turned bright red. With other girls I may have taken this as a sign of flirting, but with Ashley I figured it was just her personality to be super blunt like that. For the next couple hours, conversation went really well. We mostly just swapped stories from our high school days, caught up, and laughed. When a long gap of silence finally arose, it wasn't awkward, but rather felt natural. It lasted for several minutes before Ashley spoke up. "I feel like I need to thank you for giving me a ride home."
"You don't have to do that," I said. "It's no big deal. Actually, I enjoy the company."
"Still, I think I should do something."
"We can split the gas. That would help a lot, actually."
"I already figured we'd split the gas. I want to do something else for you," she said, looking at me slyly.
"You really don't have to, but I guess you can buy lunch for me, if you want."
Ashley licked her lips. "No, I've got something I think you'll like a lot more," she said, placing her hand on my leg.
