Trish seems fun

There wasn't anything here to keep you here so it seemed like a good idea. You needed a ride home after all. Giving a small nod of approval to Trish you stood up and followed her out to her car. It was on the way that you noticed just how much taller than you she was, almost six feet tall. On top of that she was more... solid than most girls. Still curvy in the right places but with a frame that looked like she could punch out a guy without much effort.

"I box." she said as if reading your mind. "Wrestle a little bit too." When you started to open your mouth to ask how she knew she only laughed. "I saw you checking me out. Not built like a dainty little flower, am I? It's alright. I was checking you out too."

This news brought a pink blush onto your cheeks, one you desperately hoped she didn't see. The rest of the walk to her car brought only small talk. Her car wasn't as flashy or expensive as Eric's had been, but it reflected her personality. Tough, practical, and oddly appealing in that punkish sort of way. As soon as the key was in the ignition the sounds of metal came blasting through the speakers.

"Oh! Rammstein!" you exclaimed. "One of my favorites!"

"No shit?" Trish asked as you settled into the vehicle an got comfortable. "You didn't look the sort. You're really turning into my kind of girl."

Her approval made you blush again as she pulled out of the mall and drove you around. The "Interesting Sights" weren't what you had expected. Rather than usual businesses or parks, Trish pointed out the assorted places you could buy a drink without being carded, the best places to play hooky from school, and a few spots you could get frisky after dark without interruption.

"Yeah, that overpass is the first place I fucked Joseph Mills." she said casually as you drove past. The name made you a little surprised. Joseph was, while certainly one of the punk kids, someone that was rather shy in personality. His long hair and short stature made some people think he was a girl. He certainly didn't seem like Trish's type.

"Oh, you've been with Jo- a boy?" you corrected yourself in time, remembering that you pretending to be new. "You don't seem the type."

A sly smirk hit her face. "Well, Joe is pretty good for a poke when I need one. That's all."

And with that it seemed the matter was settled. The rest of the drive-by sight seeing seemed fairly mundane until the car came to a stop in front of a house you'd never been to before.

"And this is my place! Or my parents anyway. But they work night double shifts, so they'll be gone until the morning. Come on in." she said casually as she opened the door and made her way to the front door.