The heater was left on

You follow Kristen up the short path to the cabin. She unlocks the door and pushes it open, stepping inside first.

The moment you walk in, you feel it — the air is thick and warm. Way too warm for the evening.

“Jesus,” Kristen mutters, fanning herself with one hand. “My aunt must’ve left the heater on again. It’s like a sauna in here.”

She wasn’t exaggerating. The small cabin is stuffy and hot. She immediately moves to the windows, cracking a couple open to let in some cooler night air. As she does, you can already see a light sheen of sweat forming on her skin. Her fitted t-shirt is starting to cling to her soft chest and stomach, the fabric darkening slightly under her arms and between her breasts.

“Sorry about this,” she says, clearly embarrassed. “Here, sit down. I’ll get you something cold to drink.”

She hurries over to the small kitchenette area, grabbing two glasses and pouring you both something from the fridge. Her jeans are hugging her thick thighs and ass even more noticeably now that she’s moving around and starting to sweat. When she bends over to grab ice from a small freezer, her shirt rides up slightly, showing a strip of damp skin at the small of her back.

She hands you a cold drink and sits down on the couch beside you, leaving a little space between you but not too much. She’s visibly sweating now — little beads rolling down her neck and disappearing into the neckline of her t-shirt. She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and lets out a small laugh.

“God, I must look gross right now,” she says, but she’s smiling.

You both settle in for a few minutes, the conversation flowing easier now that it’s just the two of you. After a while, she glances over at you.

“So… where are you headed once your car’s fixed? You got somewhere you’re trying to get to, or are you just driving?”

You talk for a bit. She listens, genuinely interested. Then, after a short silence, she speaks again, her voice a little quieter.

“I’ve been trying to save up to get out of here for a while now,” she admits. “It’s just… really hard. Jobs here don’t pay much, and everything’s so expensive. Sometimes it feels like I’m never actually going to leave.”

She takes a sip of her drink, then lets out a small, nervous laugh.

“If you have a spare seat when you head out…” she starts to say, then trails off. She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her cheeks flush again and she looks down at her glass, suddenly shy.

The implication hangs in the warm air between you.

Before either of you can say anything else, you hear voices and footsteps approaching outside. A moment later, the door opens and Alicia and Kelly walk in, laughing about something.

They both stop when they see you sitting there with Kristen.

Alicia (the fit one in the crop top) raises an eyebrow and smirks. Kelly (the curvier one) bites her lip and smiles.

“Well well,” Alicia says, closing the door behind them. “Looks like the party’s already started.”