The best John can

John needed a break, too much hormones, homework, and hot bodies. Nevertheless he really could not turn down a damsel in distress. He **** his thoughts to base ball and math class to clear the teenage cobwebs. Slowly he nodded his head, and half smiled, “Sure thing Sarah, come on.”

Sarah jumped up and threw her arms around his neck. John realized she must have been soaked to the bone. She was shaking from the cold and her compressed nipples were almost painful as they pressed in to his chest. “My savior!”

That was when the bottom fell out and the storm hit full throttle. John’s car was only 50ft away but John he could barely make it out. “Come On!” shouted John as he grabbed Sarah’s hand and dragged her across the parking lot. When they got to the car John was so rushed that he open the driver’s side and picked Sarah up, carrying through the car rather than opening both sides. He was fortunate she was not a large girl, and that this could be done.

Once they were in the car, they sat shivering while John quickly turned on the heater. They waited for the air to warm and dry them off, for what good it could do though it was not much.

“Listen, Sarah,” John began when his teeth stop chattering enough to be heard. “Where do you live, is it near by?”

“N-n-not rea-a-a-l-l-ly,” she confessed.

John nodded, “I am going to take us to my house, it is fairly close.” He emphased the word ‘is’ acutely. “You can get dry, borrow some of Julie’s cloth, and call home there. Sound Good?”

Sarah nodded her head and John did just as he had said.