I had known Delilah since we were both in Kindergarten at the age of five. It was lunchtime and Steve Thompson, who was and remained the school bully and all around jackass, had stolen my milk. Delilah came up to me and sat down, offering to share her chocolate milk with me. I never was one of those kids that was like, "Eww, girls are icky and stupid," when I was little. She and I became instant friends.
And we remained friends as we grew up. We did almost everything together. When we were nine, my dad had built me a tree house. On the very first time up in it, we were telling jokes. I was laughing so hard, I was rolling around, forgetting about how high up we were. I rolled out of the tree house, fell to the ground and broke my arm. Later at the hospital, she asked me if she wanted me to break her arm so I wouldn't be the only one with a cast. I told her that it was ok, but she kept going on, knowing that our joking around was making me feel better after being such a klutz. "You sure," she said as she pulled a strand of her dark red hair out of her eyes. "Because I will totally go find a hammer and do it."
Obviously, she didn't do anything like that, only because her mom had walked in when she said it and got upset with her. But that's how close we were growing up. Ready to take a bullet for the other.
As the years went on, things never changed between us. At least, not till we graduated from high school.
It was a week after we had finished school. Both of us had been accepted to the same college. Our parents, who were friends as well, were sitting around talking that afternoon and decided that Delilah and I should drive down to the campus to check things out. They even suggested that we see if there were any apartments available in the area.
Delilah and I both thought it would be a cool idea. The college was a good six-hour drive away, so maybe an apartment would be a good idea. Neither of us wanted to live in dorms with people we didn't know. "The world has crazy people in it," I said. "No way should we inconvenience the normal ones with our weird ways." Delilah busted up laughing when I said that.
The next day, we loaded up my crappy Ford Escort with snacks, drinks, and some clothes. My dad gave me some extra money for gas and a hotel room. "Now," my dad said to me, "don't do anything I wouldn't do." He gave me a wink when he said that. "Jesus dad," I said. "Weird old man."
I said goodbye to my parents and got into the car as Delilah was saying bye to her parents. She got into the car and I started the engine and drove off. "So," she said. "How many strip clubs are we going to on this trip, because I seriously want a lap dance from some blonde with gi-normous fake tits." I looked at her like she was nuts, but noticed that she was smiling.
"Freak," I said and she slugged me on the arm. As we drove towards the college, we talked about a lot of stuff. The biggest topic was the scandal from the graduation ceremony. We went to school with the daughter of the mayor. When she came up to get her diploma, she ripped his graduation gown off and was completely naked underneath. Like I said, scandal. The local news media was having a field day with it.
After about two hours of driving, dark storm clouds started to roll in. A few minutes after that, a heavy rain started to fall. Delilah and I discussed what we should do, and decided to pull over some place when we saw a huge lightning bolt strike a tree near by.
We found a motel to stay at, figuring we would stay there the night, get up early and drive the rest of the way to the college, then head back home in time for dinner.
As I went and got us a room, Delilah ran over to a small diner next door and ordered us a couple of cheeseburgers and fries to go. As I grabbed our bags and cooler from the car, trying not to get completely soaked from the rain, with little success I might add, Delilah came rushing over with the food. I tossed her the keys and she unlocked the door as I ran for dry cover.
I dropped the bags on the floor as she closed the door. One look at me had her chuckling. "What?" I asked. "You," she said through her giggles, "you look like a drowned rat." I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that she was pretty much right. I was starting to feel cold from standing there in wet clothes. As I started to take my shirt off, Delilah whistled at me and pulled out a dollar from her pocket.
"Yeah baby, take it off," she said. As I told you earlier, we were weird. I pulled my shirt back down, stuck my tongue out at her as I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom to change into some dry clothes.
I stripped myself naked and used one of the motel towels to dry myself off. As I started to open the bag, I heard Delilah scream, "Oh shit. Stop, don't open that bag."
"What," was all I said, not understanding why I couldn't open my own bag. It was because it wasn't my bag. We had both packed up our stuff into identical dark blue duffel bags, and I had grabbed hers by mistake. As I saw her clothes inside, I also noticed something else sticking out from under her clothes. A vibrator.
"Holy shit," I whispered to myself, wondering why she had brought this along. Ok, I'm not a total idiot, and I know why she brought it. But didn't know why she brought it, if you get what I'm saying. We both knew we were sharing a room, so she had to know that she couldn't use it without me knowing.
Meanwhile, Delilah was pounding on the door for me to give her bag back to her. I could even hear her silently praying that I didn't notice what she had. I quickly zipped the bag up, opened the door a little and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she said as she handed me my bag. I got dressed and walked back into the room. Delilah was looking kind of embarrassed as she sat on her bed.
"You saw, didn't you?" she asked me. "Saw what?" I asked, trying my best to hide the fact that I had seen her vibrator. "Nothing," she said without looking at me. "Oh, ok," I said as I jumped on my bed and turned the TV on. After a moment of flipping through the channels, I started to make a humming sound like a vibrator would.
Delilah looked at me and saw the huge grin on my face. "Oh my god," she said. "I am so embarrassed."
"It's ok," I told her. "Everyone has urges that need to be taken care of."
"What about you?" she asked. "Me?" I said. "Of course I do."
Delilah started to relax a bit. "Seriously?" she asked. "Yeah, I really do. I get horny and turned on just like everyone else."
"Oh," she said. "Wanna eat?" She changed the subject just like that. Something she had a talent for doing. It was like we weren't just talking about how I jerk off just seconds ago. Delilah grabbed the bag of food from the diner and tossed me two small cheeseburgers and a thing of fries. As she started eating, I got us two sodas from the cooler and handed her one. "Thanks," she said with a mouthful of fries.
As we ate, the rain continued to pour buckets outside. Occasionally the roar of thunder could be heard. I noticed Delilah jump slightly each time it happened. I had no idea she was afraid of thunder. A very loud crack of thunder and lightning hit the sign to the motel, and the power went out. I heard Delilah shriek a little as this happened, and the next thing I knew, she was grabbing onto me very tightly and shivering.
"It's just a power outage," I said. "I... I... I know," she said in a very quiet voice. Still, she didn't let go of me. A minute later, there was a knock at the door. I damn near had to pry Delilah off of me so I could see who it was.
It was the manager of the motel. "We lost power," he said. The room was dark, but outside there was a little bit of light from the sun high above the dark storm clouds, trying to break through and end this rain. "No shit?" I said in a very sarcastic voice, but I don't think he got it. "Yeah," he said scratching his head. "Anyways, there's a motel not far from here and they still got power."
"We'll go there," I heard Delilah say from behind me. "That's gonna be a problem," said the manager. "The road is totally washed out from the storm."
"Then why did you tell us about the other motel?" I asked him. He just looked at me while he scratched his head and thought about it. "Yeah, that does seem kind of silly to tell people about it, huh?"
"Just a little, yeah," I said. He looked around for a minute and then walked away without saying goodbye or anything else. I closed and locked the door. The room was in total darkness again. I couldn't see anything. Not even Delilah, who was standing right behind me. At least, not till I walked right into her.
"Ow," she said as we bumped into each other. "Sorry," I told her as I tried to feel my way back to my bed. I started to feel something soft in my hand. "Hey," she said. "You could at least buy me dinner before you try and feel me up."
I yanked my hand back from her breast. "I am so sorry," I said. "I really can't see anything."
"It's ok," Delilah said to me. Just then, there was another loud crash of thunder outside, and she jumped on me. We both fell down, and thankfully, landed on a bed. We continued to lay on the bed with her shivering in my arms. "I've always hated storms like this," she whispered to me.
With her pressed against my body, holding me tightly as the storm raged outside, I felt myself starting to get hard. Why now, I thought to myself. Anytime but when my best friend is pressed up against me. I tried to think of anything that would make my erection go away before she noticed it.
"Um," she said. Too late, she had felt it and I was busted. "Are you getting some wood right now?"
