“Oh shit. Sorry. Um. Let me get dressed,” I said.
“No. No. That’s okay. Be comfortable,” she quipped.
Rather than debate the point, I darted back downstairs, threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt, and started to head back upstairs. As I did, I had to ask myself whether I had really seen what I thought I just saw. Taking a deep breath, I trotted back upstairs to officially meet Kathy and see if it was true.
“Hi, I’m John. Again, sorry about that. I really thought you had gone out to dinner with my parents.”
“It is totally fine John. It is not something I haven’t seen before,” Kathy laughed. “I decided to save myself from all that boring adult shit, stay home, and see what you were up to.”
As she stood there and talked, I thought to myself, “Damn. You were definitely right.” She was smoking hot. She was about 5′ 4″ tall, had long, dark, straight hair, big tits that were pushing their way out of her deep, v-neck shirt, and a short skirt. I wanted to bury my face in her cleavage. Her face was cute as hell, her piercing eyes were mesmerizing. “Why the hell didn’t my parents introduce us before,” I laughed to myself?
“Do you have plans tonight, John,” Kathy asked? “If you do, I totally understand.”
“Not really. I mean, no. No. I don’t.”
“What were your ‘not really’ plans?”
“Oh well, I was supposed to go to a beach party with Gretchen, but she has to study and so we’re not going,” I explained.
“Oh okay. So, Gretchen is your girlfriend,” she asked?
“Well, um, as of today. But as of Monday, I doubt it,” I laughed.
“I’ll take your word for it,” Kathy laughed back. “If you still want to go to the party, I’ll tag along; I mean if you’re cool with that.”
“Holy shit. My friends would shit their pants if I showed up with someone as hot as Kathy,” I thought to myself. What actually came out of my mouth was, “Okay. Sure. We could roll down there.”
“Am I dressed okay,” she asked?
Not wanting her to change at all, but wanting to be honest, I said, “Well, it might get a little chilly later.”
“Wouldn’t you keep me warm, cousin,” she asked?
“I think you’ll be fine. And I have a blanket in my truck if you need it.”
“Good, let’s go.”
On the way to the beach in my truck, a Toyota 4X4 with a camper shell, we caught up on a lifetime of who we were. Kathy was 18 years told, only 3 weeks younger than me, and lived in New York with her mom. Her dad lived in Florida, so she spent summers there. She was out in California with her mom, looking to study pre-law at a local university. She really wanted out of the east and wanted to settle in sunny Southern Cal and meet a “hot surfer dude” as she described it. She was more of a partier than I was, but we got along like we’d been friends forever.
As we got closer to the party she asked, “What will your friends think when you show up with someone besides Gretchen?”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” I laughed.
“Well, I have a fake ID from New York. Should we grab something to drink and find another spot on the beach to go,” she asked?
“We could do that,” I said.