Wendy leaned back on the windshield of Megan's car, licking slowly at her strawberry ice cream cone while the two girls lounged on the hood of Megan's car in the parking lot. While they'd joked about having boys buy them ice cream, they both decided it wasn't worth waiting around on anyone and despite being early in the summer, it was still warm enough to want the cold treat while they sat out in the sun. Besides, they'd parked facing the gym and there were plenty of cute guys coming and going while they enjoyed their treat.
"OMG, is that Dean Richards?" Megan asked, pointing out a pair of solidly toned men exiting the gym.
"Dean?" Wendy asked? She wracked her brain, trying to remember if she'd read anything about a dean in Lisa's file but the name didn't ring a bell.
"Oh, you weren't on the squad sophomore year, were you?" Megan said. "He was on the football team that year. Team captain. God and he's only gotten dreamier," she said, taking in his broad shoulders and brilliant smile.
"Hey Dean!" Wendy called out, waving to the two men.
"Lisa!" Megan cried out softly. "What are you doing?" she asked, nearly dropping her ice cream when she realized that it was in fact Dean and he was now looking this way!
Wendy waved to the two men, beckoning them to come over. "You're Dean Richards, right?" she asked when he'd made it all the way to the car.
"Yeah," he said. "And this is Mike," he added, gesturing to his slightly shorter but equally well built blond friend. "Um, I'm sorry, do I...?"
"Oh, no," Wendy bubbled. "Sorry, but I remember you from High School. I wouldn't have noticed except Megan pointed you out. She was on the cheer squad when you were team captain a few years ago."
"Holy shit," he blurted, taking in Megan's curves, well displayed by her blue bikini top and micro short shorts. "You're Megan Rhodes aren't you? You used to do that insane dismount from the top of the pyramid at games... with the spin!"
"You remember that?" Megan gasped, blushing that her crush remembered her at all.
"Hard not to. I got into it a bit with that ass hat Rick when he dropped you because he was trying to cop a feel when he caught you. I don't have a problem with guys who want to be cheerleaders," he said. "But pervy creeps aren't cool."
"I.. I didn't know you did that, Megan said, blushing furiously. "I kind of wondered why he asked to move to the other side of the formation..."
"Hi, I'm Mike," the other man said, extending a hand to Wendy. "Sorry, but if you get this guy going he's never going to be polite enough to ask you for your name...."
"Oh shit, I didn't mean to...." Dean said started, realizing that he'd been staring intently at Megan and virtually ignoring the girl who'd called them over.
"It's okay, I'm w-Lisa," Wendy said, almost forgetting she wasn't herself but catching it quickly.
"Hey, it's cool running into you Megan," Dean said.
"But your girlfriend's waiting on you," Megan said, knowing full well that there was no way that Dean Richards was single.
"What? No," Dean started.
"He wishes," Mike added. "No, we're headed up to his old man's place on the river. He's trying to get their boat back in shape for this weekend."
"Yeah. He really let it go over the winter and there's a ton of work to do to get it cleaned up. But..."
"We could help with that, couldn't we Meg?" Wendy said. "I mean... if it's just scrubbing and stuff."
"Sure, we could do that... um, that is, if you wanted us to come along," Megan added, leaning forward just enough to give Dean a good look at her cleavage. "Could you use a few extra hands?" she asked.
"Totally," Mike answered for Dean, clapping a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'll get the truck, you guys can follow me. Dean, why don't you give them the address in case we get split up."
"Sure," Dean said, fishing out his phone. "Here, if you give me your number, I can just text you."
"Mine!" Wendy cried, snatching his phone with a youthful giggle. Turning on the camera, she aimed the phone at Megan. "Smile!" she said, snapping a quick picture of her new best friend, making sure to get her awesome cleavage in the frame. "There," she said, tossing the phone back to Dean. "Now you have a picture to make a contact."
"OMG, you are such a dork," Megan said, silently thanking Wendy but way too embarrassed to admit it in front of Dean. "So here, my number is...."
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