The heat of the afternoon was starting to fade but the inside of the van was still like a sauna. I pulled my shirt off and cranked the AC to blast, the sudden gust of chill air blowing caused Tricia’s dress to flip up in her lap. Her bare pussy reminded me I still had her itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot thong in my pocket. A shiver ran up her body and she hugged herself, pushing up her breasts; her erect nipples strained against the soft cotton of her dress.
“Thanks for the AC, if it doesn’t cool this monster down soon, I’m going to have to strip off this dress,” she advised me.
“You don’t need to ask permission, you know.”
“I wasn’t,” she answered and smiled at me. A tiny drop of perspiration beaded on her upper lip and I kissed it away. She said,“When you just stop and kiss me like that you inspire me to expose myself to your wanton desire.”
“Is that Blanch Dubois in ‘Streetcar’?” I asked.
“No, Tricia Xavier in the Big Green Monster!”
The truck in front of me eased ahead and I pulled up into the gap, moving one car length at a time. It had now taken about five minutes to get that far. Getting back to the campus before night fall was proving to be a Herculean task.
“God, I could use a cold beer right now,” I prayed.
“Hell, I’d drink from a garden hose right now. Aren’t there food trucks on South Street?”
“We’re still almost three blocks from South Street. And I don’t have the Chopper conversion installed on the van yet.” The question sat between us for about five seconds.
“Can you drive the van?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I’ll fly if you buy. Besides, in this heat and traffic, we may need other means of persuasion.”
There was movement ahead of me and our line of cars lurched forward another fifteen feet or so. I dug out a five dollar bill and a couple of ones and handed it to her.
“You haven’t eaten off a food truck lately. Seven bucks might not cover it,” she said.
“It’s all I got with me,” I answered.
“Okay, there’s always ‘other means of persuasion.’ You don’t happen to have a hair ribbon so I can tie back this hair?” She looked at me skeptically, as she knew I didn’t have one. I reached into my other pocket and took out her polka dot thong.
“There’s this.” I handed it over.
“I can make that work.” Twisting it a couple of times she pulled her hair back and bound it with her panties. It looked like a hair scrunchy all bunched up on the back of her head. She checked in the mirror and smiled. “Not bad, I have to remember that.”
When she opened the door a gust of hot wind blew her dress up and her naked bottom was the last thing I saw. Then she was off down the sidewalk. After a while, the traffic started to ease up, and I could move the van down the block. About five or ten minutes later I was coming up on South Street and spotted her walking back to the van. I stopped long enough for her to jump back in, she was completely soaked and the sun dress was plastered to her body.
“Well, did you find that garden hose after all?” I asked.
“No, I was so hot when I got to the food truck and there was this fire hydrant open nearby spraying onto the curb and four guys in front of me. So I tapped the nearest guy on the shoulder and asked him if he’d ever seen a wet t-shirt contest.”
“Oh my God. So you had to do other means of persuasion.”
“Had to, chose to. Little of column ‘A’, little of column ‘B’. Anyway, I stepped into the spray and the clingy cotton transformed into a transparent veil over my boobs, they could see my brown pokies. Now two of them are looking, and they tap the guys in front, who just turn and stare. So I walked past them up to the window. Here you go,” she handed me a chilled bottle of Evian and my five dollar bill.
“It was only two bucks for two waters?” I asked.
“No, that’s what I ‘paid forward’ for the guys letting me jump the line. The girl at the window had seen my show so she gave me the water free! I mean mostly free, when I was leaving another girl from the truck stopped me by the back door and asked if she could see my pussy.”
“Well, you can’t say no to that.” I shot her my ‘horny’ grin.
“Obviously. Looks like the traffic is breaking up. There was a bus stalled blocking a lane and a half down the block, they were getting it towed away when I saw you drive up.”
As we were only forty-five minutes stuck in the downtown rush hour, some commuters would say we were lucky. But the campus and the Frat Houses were still another twenty minutes away even on empty roads. The sun was sinking further, pale pink colors showed in the few puffy clouds in the sky. We had to hurry.
“You’re going to have to change in the back of the van,” I told her.
“Nuhn uh, it’s nice and cool up here.” She slipped the wet dress over her head and started fishing in her gym bag.
A towel came out and she dried her nude body in my front seat. Again I was having a hard time concentrating on maneuvering the van through the remains of the traffic. I had to slam on the brakes when I let my eyes linger too long on her naked display.
“Watch the road, driver!” she growled over at me, grinning.
Finally, we had crossed downtown to the outer belt highway. I raced up the entry ramp and headed toward the campus. She pulled the transparent bikini bra from the bag and slipped into it. Her erect nipples were still plainly visible and the car in front of us rapidly slowed down. The driver had gotten a peek and wanted to see more; I almost rear-ended his car. The dude eased over to the right and waited until I got even with him, then yelled something out the window. Tricia turned and waved at him, and I sped up and passed him.
The next vehicle up was a construction truck, and from his seat, the driver got a great look at naked nookie. Again aware of eyes upon her, Tricia decided then to pull a brush out of her bag and fix her hair. She leaned closer to her window pressing her boobs against the glass as she found her reflection in my side mirror. Then the Construction worker matched my speed, watching her primp. Then he slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting a bus and I was able to get away from him.
We were now racing too fast for more than a fleeting glance at my honey, coming up on our exit for the campus. Still bottomless, Tricia got out her cell phone and dialed it.
“Hey Lyla, are you anywhere near fraternity row?” She put the phone on speaker and held it in her lap, then went on to explain to her Dare Ring friend that she had to do a dare at a campus function and wondered if the frat party fit the guidelines.
“I don’t see why not,” Lyla answered. “Which frat party are you going to? I’ll be at the ACE’s later if you want to meet.”
“We’re going to the MAD house party. DJ thinks it will be less crazy,” she said. She pulled the tiny skirt out of the bag and pulled it on.
“Damn, I’m going to have to change my outfit for the party, especially if we hook up,” Lyla complained. “Are you wearing panties? It doesn’t look like it in the pic.”
“No, that’s part of the dare.”
“If you’re going to a MAD party like that it’s going to be crazy, whatever DJ thinks. So what did the note say?”
Tricia took the note from her bag, “It says: ‘wear what’s packed in your bag.’ And then I have to flash naked pussy and tata’s.”
“Well, it doesn’t say you can’t wear a panty.”
“I don’t have one on anyway, we were out on a date today,” she looked over at me and smiled slyly then put a finger to her lips. “So do you think we could bump into you in about fifteen minutes and get one of your wigs?”
“When do you have to do the dare?”
“By sunset tonight,” the sun was about to pass below the horizon, half the sky had fallen into twilight. Tricia looked crestfallen “So, not much time.”
“Sorry sugar, I’m just getting out of the shower. You better get that cute naked butt going!”
Fraternity row was just ahead, and we still hadn’t grabbed any beer. We were going to be about an hour early for the party, but I knew the MAD frat boys wouldn’t care.
“I wish I could do something about disguising my hair. I have classes with some the MAD’s.” Said Trisha.
“I’ve got a black baseball cap in the back you can borrow. It’s got a NASA logo on the front,” I offered.
“NASA?” she asked.
“It was a gift, a souvenir my mom got on a trip.”
She climbed back past the front seat, showing that marvelous naked ass. I watched in the rear view mirror and almost went past the Convenient Mart. I swung the van into the lot and parked.
“Be back, I’m going to grab the cheapest twelve-pack of beer they’ve got,” I told her.
We went back to Fraternity row and I found the MAD house right away. I’d done work on a fence that they’d knocked down during a physics experiment with a giant Foucault’s Pendulum.
“What if we need an invitation?” Tricia fretted.
“I’ve got an idea,” I said and pulled the van up onto the sidewalk in front of the house. From the back of the van, I pulled out orange cones and set them in front and back of the big green monster. Then I helped Tricia out of her door, grabbed the beer and we walked up the sidewalk to the front entrance. We were met by two guys in Star Wars gear, trying and failing to look like bounty hunters.
“You guys got passes?” they asked.
“I’m here to check your plumbing. The Dean’s Office policy on frat parties says I have to check to make sure the bathrooms work right,” I bluffed.
“So where’s your tools?” I hefted the beer up and showed it to him, he nodded an ‘okay.’ “And who’s your sexy assistant?” Boba, not Fett asked nasally.
“Oh, we’re together. It’s Cosplay, right? Anybody wearing costume gets in?” Tricia entreated them.
“Okay, so what’s your costume?” the other nerd asked.
She pointed to the hat, “Sexy NASA Intern?!”
She dropped her hairbrush on the walk and turned around. Bending at the waist she reached down and picked it up, showing the Frat boys her perfect naked ass. I quickly took several pictures. The last rays of the sun were fading, we had to get her inside to do her dare. The Frat boys were amazed and fumbled with their phones. One of them shot a quick picture and sent it off with a message.
In a minute they told us, “Okay, you’re in. And don’t forget to sign her up for the contest. Winner gets any term paper written for free!”
Tricia had a few minutes left before sundown to show off for her dare. A few of the Frat brothers were in the front room and I recognized a couple of them. I went over, pulling Tricia along with my arm around her waist.
“Hey guys, what’s going on? Big party tonight.” I greeted them.
“Danny, hey. Who’s the girl? Oh, wait,” he checked his phone and looked back at Tricia. “Right, the Hot NASA Intern.”
“Sexy NASA Intern,” another Frat brother corrected him.
“This is Charles and Winston.”
“Like Churchill, not the cigarettes,” this one added and shook Tricia’s hand.
“They’re spelled the same,” Charles reminded him. The room was pretty empty since the party hadn’t really started and was really brightly lit.
“We need to get this done, and get out of here,” Tricia urged me.
“Okay. Hey Winston, how about some music so Tricia can dance?” I asked.
Winston ran to the bar like his hair was on fire. “The hot girl wants to dance, play some freaking music!” he yelled.
The room was suddenly filled with some eighties techno music; ‘Blinded Me With Science’, I think. Tricia found the beat and started dancing. I passed off the beer to Charles so I could dance along with her. She moved in and started to grind against my leg; I pulled her waist into me. Then the frat boys were all around us with cell phones.
Tricia tossed me her phone and yelled, “Get some good ones!”
Tricia turned her back to me and pointed over her shoulder at her bra strap. I gratefully obliged her and popped the fastener at the back. Her hip shaking made the straps slip from her shoulders, she held the bra against her breasts with one arm. A crowd of nerdy frat boys started to gather in the room, about half of them in Cosplay outfits.
I started dancing circles around Tricia, she twirled causing the tiny pleated skirt to waft upward exposing her bare bottom and naked nookie. A muscular costumed Captain America moved up to dance with the two of us, Tricia decided then to hand me her bra. With Tricia’s phone on auto-shoot, I tried to record every move, but some of the Frat boys were crawling around the floor to get the Up-skirt angle.
I tripped over one of the boys on the floor and fell on top of him, Tricia started to come over to help me. Suddenly the stud in the Captain America costume grabbed her waist and pulled her over his head in a bird lift, just like in Dirty Dancing. I got up off the floor and took Tricia by the hand as she was set back down.
“Did you get everything?” she asked over the loud music.
“I got enough, let’s get the hell out of here,” and I grabbed her arm and headed for the door.
Amid a chorus of; “Don’t Go,” and “hey, don’t you want to party?” from the nerdy frat boys we darted out the front to the big green monster. I turned to find Captain America hustling along a step behind us.
“She forgot her bra,” he grinned at us. “Those nerds would’ve fought over a souvenir like this until next semester.”
Tricia went over and hugged the costumed hero, then kissed him on the cheek. I shook his hand and took the bra from him. “We’re thinking of going to the ACE’s party later. One of her girlfriends is meeting us if you want to hook up later,” I offered.
“Thanks, but somebody has to keep the party going here. But you two just gave these guys a story to tell incoming pledges for the next fifty years. See you around Danny, nice to meet you, Miss Xavier,’ he said and walked back into his Frat house.
We got into my van, and I looked over at her. Her face was a mix of surprise and concern. “Well, shit,” she said, “we’re going to have to unmask this Captain America, find out who he is.”
“It’s probably not Steve Rogers,” I said, mock seriously.
