A Westmere girl

Sneaking out of the locker rooms, it was fair to say from any outsider point of view that both Mark and Jackson looked like utter fools, hobbling around the campus grounds of a rival college wearing nothing but white towels around their waists, carrying sports bags as they snuck around.

“Any chance you know someone here to help?” Jackson asked his cousin.

He shook his head, “I knew this one girl from last year but it’s not like I have her phone number or anything.”

They went past a group of guys from Westmere’s football team who did nothing but laugh as they hurried their way past them. Never was that an option, they were always going to stand and laugh.

Mark kept pushing on as his cousin lagged behind.

“Fucking hell,” Jackson muttered, trying to keep up with his cousin on what was a very sore ankle.

He stopped to let him catch up, aware that this was only making things worse for him.

“Sorry, It’s god dang freezing out here and I just want to hurry up and find someone to help.”

Jackson looked ahead of him, pointing over at a girl walking towards a parking lot. Turning his head, Mark saw who he was looking at. His first glance made him gulp, she had a curvy figure and a beautiful face.

The girl had on a lot more clothing than they did, obviously. Light blue jeans, a blue bulldogs sweat shirt underneath a blue varsity jacket.

“Uhhh Excuse me!” Mark called out, unsure how to start a conversation while virtually naked outside on her campus grounds.

As she turned her head and stopped in her tracks, Mark worried they might even scare her away. Thankfully she wasn’t moving, she just looked on confused while the boys caught up to her.

“Hmm… what do we have here?” the female voice said.

She was swinging a pair of keys around her index finger. The girl made no attempt to hide the way she checked them both out. Topless, they had their rigs out and the outlining of their abs and upper pectoral muscles made for nice female viewing.

“Look, we’re in some **** need of clothes, our teammates thought it’d be funny to nab all of our stuff,” Jackson explained to her.

“Well they were right, you have to admit that it’s a little funny,” she smirked, running her other hand through her died blonde hair.

“Do you think you could help us?” Mark asked, trying not to freeze outside.

“You just need clothes, that’s it?” She asked, “Do you have a car to get back to your college?”

They both looked at each other and shook their heads, not thinking that far ahead yet.

“Oh boys…” she sighed, “How about a compromise.”

They didn’t have much of a choice to negotiate, they waited to hear what she had in store for them.

“My boyfriend’s passed out after the game already and I could get some clothes from his room but… that’s a bit of effort to go back inside and grab some… Instead, you could just come with me how you are and I’ll drop you off at your campus, it’s actually on my way to where I’m going,” she explained, “No clothes but a lift? Is that fair?”

It was a good enough deal for the boys, get home without having to pay for a taxi. It may have been without clothes but as soon as they got back, they could have someone meet them at the car with something to wear.

“Deal.”

She smiled, spinning her keys around her finger once more, “Well let’s go then boys, who’s the lucky one that gets to ride shot gun?”