The Katelynn Express

Lucy figured her best option would be a friend who already knew the diner since they would have to find it in the rain. That only left Kate, Cassy, and Steph.

Steph was friendly, and she did put Lucy in a skirt. However, their relationship was pretty casual. Cassy, on the other hand, was a great friend. But the shy friend had a bad habit of never checking her phone.

That only left Kate.

Resolving herself, Lucy made the call. Her heart pounded as she hoped for Kate to answer.

"Hey, Lucy! Whattup?" Kate responded.

Lucy sighed, "I sort of need a favor."

Kate scrunched her face, "What kind of favor are we talking?"

"The kind where my car is dead and I need a ride home from the diner," Lucy lied.

"Oh," Kate paused, "that kind of favor."

"Look, Kate. I'll totally owe you one, but I really need this. My phone is about to die," Lucy pleaded.

Kate looked out her window before responding, "Okay, but you like super owe me."

"Fine, I'll super duper owe you. Just please come and get me."

"Alright, alright. Just sit your sorry ass down and wait for the Katelynn express."

Lucy didn't even have a chance to thank Kate before the dying phone ended the call all on its own.

She relaxed and sighed. Now that she had a ride, all she had to do was avoid Kate's typical antics.

"As long as Kate doesn't find out about my underwear, I'll be fine," Lucy rationalized.

Lucy looked down at her untucked, wrinkled shirt. She noticed how the bends in the fabric made it easier to see her skin underneath. There wasn't much she could do about it. Wearing an apron would be a little too suspicious, even for Kate.

She left the problem for future Lucy and switched gears to her shoes. Her poor sneakers wouldn't dry anytime soon, so barefoot seemed a much better option. However, she rolled the bottom of her pant legs to protect them.

The Asian girl stared into the afternoon downpour until the "Katelynn Express" finally pulled up to the front door. Lucy pushed the door open.

"All abooooard!" A voice cried from inside when Lucy flung the door open. She dove inside and managed to stay mostly dry.

Lucy could see the outline of her friend's nipples through the white crop top she wore. She must've been **** to leave home if she hadn't worn a bra. On the other hand, her booty shorts were more of her typical style.

Kate observed her mildly disheveled friend, "I like that messy look. You should untuck your shirt more often."

"Thanks, Kate," Lucy responded. "For the ride, I mean," she said defensively, not ready to accept the compliment.

"Come on, girl, you gotta be more honest with yourself. You know how hot you'd be if you showed off your legs more? I wouldn't stand a chance."

Lucy didn't quite know what Kate meant by that last line, but she ignored it.

"Look, Kate, I appreciate the thought, okay? Exposing my legs just makes me feel anxious."

"Not yet. Someone super duper owes me, and I thought of the first thing she can do."

Lucy swallowed hard. She had already fallen into the jaws of Kate's trap.