2 comments/ 45528 views/ 2 favorites Stuck on Ice By: J.Q. Hack A mid-winter storm dumped nearly two feet of snow on Pittsburgh. This was on top of another foot of snow that over the previous two weeks had a chance to melt then freeze and melt and freeze all over again. This formed a hard, slick underlayer of ice that made the untreated alleyways and side streets nearly impassable. The newscasts for the two days after the storm detailed the travails many drivers faced trying to use those streets. The alley and throughway that ran alongside and behind my apartment building belonged in the untreated category. This new ice was also being fed by water leaking from an underground water main the City hadn't repaired yet. This made my alley particularly treacherous. Every evening I was treated to the squeals of spinning tires and revving engines as car after car found itself stuck on the ice or lodged in one of the snowbanks. Usually I would peak out my back window and laugh as I watched people try to untrap their cars. Secure in my warm apartment and comfy in my lounging clothes I'd plop my ass back on the couch and turn up the TV to drown out the sounds of the whining cars. Friday evening turned out to be no different than the rest of the week. By 5:30 I'd heard at least three different cars stuck behind my building. Around 6:00, with twilight fast becoming night, I heard the familiar wail of a trapped vehicle. A few minutes later I looked out the window again, this car seemed really stuck. I could make out wisps of smoke pouring from around the spinning tires. The driver in the car tried to rhythmically rock the car back and forth to free it, the surrounding snow would glow with the red of the reverse lights only to have it go dark as the driver slammed the car back into drive. I watched this for a few minutes as the increasingly frustrated driver pounded on the wheel. "Poor bastards," I muttered to myself. I laid back down on my couch to await that evening's television line up to begin. No sooner had I gotten comfortable when I heard feet crunching snow on the steps that lead up to the deck that runs along the length of the rear of my apartment building. I listened as the crunching stopped only to be replaced by whispering. I ignored it, thinking it was my upstairs Russian neighbors coming home. "Who the fuck is out there," I said to nobody in particular. The knocking at my rear screen door was loud and insistent. My instincts told me to ignore it and not be bothered but before I knew it I had the porch light on and I was opening my door. The bitterly cold air stung my face and made me shiver. Outside my screen door I could make out the forms of two girls bundled up against the cold. "Hi," a girl dressed in a matching light blue cap, gloves and coat greeted me, "our car is stuck in the alley and we're wondering if you could help us?" "Yeah, we could really use your help," the girl's companion said. She was dressed similarly in a pink cap, gloves and coat with two blonde pigtails poking out from under her ski cap. She smiled exposing pearly white teeth and then she cracked her gum between her teeth. Of the pair this one was definitely the cuter. "Do you want to use my phone?" I asked. I rubbed my arms against the cold and reached to unlatch the screen door. "We were wondering if you could give us a push," the girl in blue said. She crinkled her nose as if she were expecting a nasty rebuke. "Yeah, we really don't want to call a tow truck since we don't have much money or anything," the girl in pink chimed in. The girl in blue turned and scowled at her. The girl in pink shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "If you could see your way clear to help us we'd be grateful," the girl in blue said. She pressed her chin into her coat and gave me the biggest set of puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen. I probably could've resisted but her cute friend in the pink batted her eyelashes and gave me the same look. I couldn't resist and I caved in before I knew what came over me. "Uh ... yeah, I guess I could help you out. Just let me grab my coat and get my boots on," I said. "You're such a lifesaver," the girl in pink said. She waved as she and her friend turned to leave. I put on my boots and coat and headed out to the trapped car. The smell of hot rubber hung in the air as I approached the car. It grew heavier the closer I got and I started to feel slightly nauseous. Luckily the rear wheels rested on solid snow and only the front seemed to be stuck on ice, although they'd worn down a deep rut and the ice seemed to be slick and unforgiving. Despite that I was pretty sure we could get them unstuck. "Hi, I'm Mandy," the girl in pink said to me, "the one in the car," she motioned towards the other girl with her thumb, "she's Carla." "Hi, Mandy," I said, "I'm Brad." Now that I was closer to them, Mandy was definitely the cuter of the pair. Her cheeks were flushed red from the biting cold. Each time she smiled her eyes twinkled and two dimples creased her cheeks. "Once again, we can't thank you enough for this," Carla said. I waved her off telling her it was no big deal. "I'm sure I could think of some way for you to thank me," I said. I flashed a quick wink at Mandy. "Let's see if we can't get you unstuck, okay," I said. Carla climbed back into the driver's seat and Mandy and I took up positions behind the car, ready to push. On the count of three Carla gunned the engine as Mandy and I leaned into the back bumper. After a bunch of huffing and puffing and a little smoke the car remained glued fast to the ice. "Okay, Carla, try rocking the car a little and Mandy and I will push," I yelled around to the front. Carla put her hand out the window and signaled that she understood. The car slid back a little as Carla reversed and then just as quickly she threw it into drive and jumped on the gas. For a brief second I thought the car might lurch free as we dug in and put all of our weight against the bumper. That dream died as the familiar whine of spinning tires began. I looked over at my helper Mandy. She was pushing her cap and some errant bangs away from her eyes. Her short pink jacket had ridden up revealing a small tattoo of a multi-colored butterfly on her back, which was slightly obscured by the black trim on her pink cotton panties poking out of the top of her tight low-rise jeans, which hugged the curves of her round, shapely bottom. 'Wow, that's hot,' I thought. To say I like panties would be an understatement. I love nothing better than to catch a glimpse of some young thing's panties as they sneak out of her pants or skirt. It's guaranteed to get me stiff and if anybody is willing to listen I'll point out my sightings to them. My friends say I can spot a thong from a mile away. I won't dispute them on that and that evening I was certainly enjoying the eyeful I was getting. Despite the cold my cock twitched in my pants as I got an eyeful of her firm bottom and pink panties. What I saw on Mandy was what I keep my eye out for. Just enough of her panties were exposed to peak my interest, not to mention that she had a fantastic bottom squeezed into a pair of tight designer jeans that fit snugly around her hips and clung to her curves in all the right places. Her and her friend were definitely on their way out for some fun before fate intervened and got them stuck on some stubborn ice. "I like gum," Mandy said. I looked at her; I didn't know what the hell she was talking about but she could talk all she wanted. "I just lost my other piece. Do you want some?" Mandy held out a stick of gum to me. I took it and popped it into my mouth. Mandy laughed and loudly cracked the gum in her mouth. She definitely struck me as a party-girl. "Let's try this again," I heard Carla shout from the front seat, "I think we almost had it." I didn't think we were close to getting it out, but what the hell I thought, we'll give it another push. "Okay, rock it another two or three times," I yelled. Mandy smiled, gritted her teeth and got ready to push again. Carla did as told and it seemed she had some good momentum built up after the third rock. As soon as the reverse lights went off and she put the car in drive Mandy and I pushed like we'd never pushed before. This was just as useless since the car quickly settled into its straining whine as the tires spun on the ice. "What the fuck are we gonna do," Carla said. She slammed the car door and walked to the rear of the car. "Maybe we should get somebody else to help push," Mandy said. "Hold on a sec," I said, "I think there's some rock salt up front." I ran to the front of the building and grabbed the bag of salt the building manager used to salt our steps. "Maybe if we put this in front of and behind the wheels you can get enough traction to get off that ice," I said. I grabbed handfuls of the salt and spread it around. "Let's give it a minute or two and try it again." We stood around the car and chatted. I found out Mandy and Carla were on their way to Carla's boyfriend's apartment for a party before they got stuck. Both girls were in college but Mandy wasn't quite sure what she wanted to major in. Getting a better look at them under the streetlight I could see they were both dressed for a night out. Mandy's jeans looked like they were painted on and her ass was spectacular – I certainly snuck many peaks while we waited for the rock salt to work. And that underwear! What more can I say? Those panties of hers looked so sexy sneaking out of her jeans and the thought of the treasure lying beneath their thin cotton fabric had me practically drooling. She constantly cracked her gum and she sometimes sounded ditzy when she spoke. Normally that would've annoyed the hell out of me but coming from her all it did was turn me on. "Do you think we've let it sit long enough?" Carla asked. "Yeah, it can't hurt to try it," I said. "I hope it works," Mandy said. "Me too, because if it doesn't I'm all out of ideas," I said. Carla got back into the car. I saw the reverse lights come on and I heard the slight crunch of snow as the car gained a little traction. The next second the reverse lights dropped off and Mandy and I leaned into the car again. For a brief second the wheels failed to grip and began to spin on the ice. Carla jerked the steering wheel to the left and just as quickly as the spinning began it ceased and the car shot out from under us. Mandy and I were uncermoniously dumped into the hard packed snow on our faces. Carla gunned the car up the steep alleyway to the top. She knew enough not to stop once she got going. She made the right at the top of the alley and she kept going to the main street that was clear and ice free. Mandy shrieked as the cold snow covered her exposed stomach when she tumbled forward and her jacket shot up. She got up quickly but that was enough time to make her look like a snowman. I stumbled for a few seconds before I found my feet under me and stood back up, brushing the snow off of my pants and coat. She brushed the snow off of her front as best as she could. "Could you get my back please?" she asked me. Being the gentleman that I was I brushed the snow off her shoulders and the back of her coat. "Are my jeans clean? I don't want them to get wet." "There's a little, let me brush it off," I said. There wasn't much snow on her jeans but I started to brush it away all the same. I patted the snow off of her legs which allowed me an up close view of her perfect ass. She turned her head and nodded to me. I patted her ass with my hand in a pretense of clearing some snow away. Mandy cooed and giggled as my patting and rubbing continued long after any snow had been there. Mandy didn't seem to mind any of this attention. "You know you've got a great ass," I said to her. I didn't care what she thought of me at this point. I knew I'd probably never see her again and I figured she could take a compliment. She laughed and cracked her gum again. "You should know. You've been staring at it all night," she said. She laughed again and winked at me. "Go ahead have a feel," she said. I stuffed my gloves in my coat pockets. I cupped her right butt cheek in my hand and squeezed. Her ass was full and firm – it was almost like I was at the grocery store feeling for the best fruit. I ran my hand along her bottom enjoying the feel and flow of her ass as it met her leg. Mandy looked at me to see I approved. Out on the main street we heard Carla honking her car horn. "It looks like Carla's ready to go," I said. Mandy wiggled her bottom one time for me. Mandy grabbed my arm and walked with me up to the front of the building. Carla looked very impatient waiting for us in the car. Carla got out of the car as we approached. Mandy turned to me and said, "we can't possibly thank you enough Brad for your help." Carla nodded her head. "I wish there was some way we could pay you back." "Yeah," Mandy agreed, "if there's anything we can do for you just ask." Just ask, that's what she said: Just Ask. Those words immediately reminded me of a fraternity brother from my college days. He believed all you had to do was ask for sex. Girls, as the theory went, would more often than not just give it away. Just like that, just ask and it was given. I never believed him and I thought it all sounded like bullshit but he swore by it. Sure he had a lot of girls and he never went home by himself, but at the time I chalked that up to the fact he was a good looking guy and had some good lines. I never imagined in a thousand years it could be that simple. Yet, here I was, years later, seriously entertaining the thought that he may be right, and if he wasn't what did I have to lose? "Well," I said looking at Mandy, "there is something." I couldn't believe I was about to say this. I could feel my stomach drop and a knot well up in my throat. "What's that?" Mandy said, she cracked her gum. Carla looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. "I want a blowjob," I said. For a second the words hung out there in complete silence. The silence was deafening, even the sounds of the street disappeared. I immediately wished I could've unspoke those words. Mandy's expression didn't change one bit, it was almost like she reacted to a request to have a nice day. But Carla quickly went from surprise to anger. "For helping you off the ice, I want my cock sucked," I managed to say more forcefully. "No, fucking way," she yelled. "You're such a fucking pig just like other guys. You mean to tell me you couldn't help us out and be a kind person without trying to get sex out of the deal? What the fuck is wrong with you?" she yelled. I stood there unfazed. Fifteen minutes earlier I'd never laid eyes on this broad and chances are I'd never see her again. I took my chances thinking this might pay off all the while fully expecting it not to. "Let's go Mandy, this guy is a fucking scumbag," Carla said. She got in her car and slammed the door. "Okay," Mandy said. Carla glared at Mandy. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, Mandy? Let's go." "Quit being a spoil sport," she said. She pulled the gum from between her teeth and twirled it around her finger -- a gesture I found completely sexy – before putting the gum back in her mouth. "After all he did come out of his warm apartment to help two complete strangers. It's the least we can do ... or at least it's the least I can do," she said, she jerked her thumb against her coat to emphasize the fact it was her decision. "Mandy, quit being stupid and get in the fucking car. This guy is a piece of shit," she yelled. Carla had gotten out of the car by now and thumped her fist against the roof of the car. Some of the passing cars slowed down to see what all of the yelling was about hoping they might see something interesting. "So what if he wants sucked off," Mandy said. "If it wasn't for him we'd still be stuck in the alley spinning wheels hoping we'd get out." Mandy turned her back on Carla and smiled at me. "It is me you wanted, wasn't it?" she asked. She clasped her hands together and looked at me hopefully. "Oh definitely," I said. "Go ahead and go with that pig, you can find your own way home!" Carla yelled before getting in the car. "Good," Mandy snapped, "it's not that far to my place and I didn't want to go to that stupid party anyhow so you're boyfriend's friends could paw me all fucking night." Carla flipped us both off before speeding down the street. "Boy, that's gratitude," I said. The car's taillights disappeared around the block as her tires screeched in protest. "I'll show you gratitude," Mandy said. She hooked her arm in mine and we headed back to my apartment. My head spun in delirious anticipation. 'Holy shit,' I thought this is actually going to work. My dick formed a massive tent in my pants but luckily my coat hid it from the casual observer. Once in my apartment Mandy laid her coat, hat and gloves across the radiator in my living room. She kicked off her boots, thick chunks of packed snow tumbled out of the treads. "Oh, I'm sorry about the mess," she said. "That's okay," I said, "I do it all the time." I kicked off my boots with the same results. I grabbed Mandy's hand and led her back to my bedroom. "Do you mind if I freshen up a bit?" Mandy asked. Mandy disappeared into my bathroom and I could hear the water running in the sink. I whipped off my shirt and pants in a second and hopped into bed. My hard cock strained against the fabric of my boxer shorts. A moment later Mandy opened the bathroom door. She stood in the doorway only wearing her panties and t-shirt. I could see the color in her legs was slowly returning after being out in the bone numbing cold for so long. Her jeans laid in a pile behind her on the bathroom floor. She tugged at the bottom of her shirt drawing attention to her small firm breasts as the fabric was pulled taut across them. "I see you didn't waste any time getting comfortable," she said. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed with her long legs folded beneath her. Mandy cracked the gum one last time. When she did that it looked like a light bulb went off over her head. "Oh, is there something I can do with this?" Mandy asked. She pulled the gum from her mouth in a long strand and rolled it into a tiny wad. "Um ... yeah," I said, "here put it in the garbage." I pulled my garbage can from under my nightstand and held it out to her. She giggled a silly laugh and tossed the gum into the trash. "Woo hoo," she shrieked, throwing her arms into the air, "that's two points." Mandy bounced on the bed before looking back at me. I was beginning to wonder if I'd made the right choice asking her into the apartment. Sometimes she didn't seem to be completely there but it wasn't like I was asking her to move in or marry me. Who was I to complain? She was half-naked and sitting on my bed. She must've caught the look on my face and understood. "I think I'm supposed to thank you for something," Mandy said. Mandy rubbed her hands along my legs as she moved closer to me. Mandy giggled and crinkled her nose with a nasty little grin on her face. Her hands neared my boxers. She leaned down and kissed my stomach. That little kiss from her soft full lips sent a tingle of delight coursing through my body. Mandy brushed her one pigtail back away from her face and kissed my stomach further up. I pushed her hair away as she kissed me again – over and over she placed tiny little kisses over my stomach moving up to my nipples. My body tingled with excitement and my cock throbbed in complete anticipation. Hell, I wasn't even sure I'd be able to last long enough to feel Mandy's lips wrap around my shaft – I was sure I'd drop my load in my shorts long before that. "You like that?" Mandy asked. Before I could respond Mandy sucked my right nipple into her mouth and clamped it between her teeth. I yelped from the unexpected pinprick of pain. She looked up at me with her eyes, my nipple still firmly in her teeth. I laughed and shook my head. I felt her tongue lash my nipple in tiny rapid strokes. Mandy released her hold on my nipple and I was surprised at how stiff it had become. Stuck on Ice She kissed my stomach some more. This time I could feel her tongue sliding along my stomach, the light hair stuck to my stomach where she dragged her tongue along forming a trail towards the waistband of my shorts. All along the entire length of my legs I could feel Mandy's lithe little body as she wriggled around, I could feel the smooth skin of her waist and hips as they rubbed along my legs. Once she got to my shorts she dragged her chin along my stomach, her eyes locked onto mine. Both of her hands ran along my cock on either side. She wasn't exactly touching it but I could feel the heat rising from her hands and breath. I caught my breath in mid-release as she rubbed her mouth over my erection through my shorts. "Do you want me to suck your cock? That's what you wanted wasn't it?" Mandy said. Before I could answer Mandy opened her mouth and took my swollen member into her mouth. I clutched at the comforter on my bed as I felt her tongue flick at the tip of my prick through my boxers. Her left hand cradled my heavy balls, kneading them while her tongue massaged my dick still nestled in my shorts. I knew that if she kept this up I'd soon explode and I certainly didn't want that to happen before I even got to feel her warm wet mouth on my pole. Mandy sensed this and backed off to give me a second to breathe. "Don't worry I wouldn't let you come like that," Mandy said. Mandy steadied herself against my left leg, she crossed her arms in front of her and in one movement she pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. "Just in case," Mandy said, "I don't want to get anything on my shirt." My jaw dropped as I got my first look at Mandy nude from the waist up. "Do you like my little titties?" she asked. Mandy had perfectly formed breasts that she cupped in her hands; her nipples poked from between her fingers. They weren't close to being a handful but they sat high and firm on her chest. Each breast was capped by a soft puffy pink areolae centered by an upturned nipple. She pinched and stroked her tiny nipples until they stiffened into tight little pink buds. "I love your tits," I said. I rubbed my hands together mischievously and leaned forward. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her perfect little titties. "No touch," Mandy said. She batted my hands away with a light swat. I folded my hands behind my head and reclined back. Mandy leaned towards me, her breasts hung beneath her creating perfectly shaped peaks of soft titflesh. "Ohh," I moaned as I glimpsed the shapes of her breasts. "Now, why am I here?" Mandy said. She hooked a finger in her mouth as if she was thinking. "Oh, that's right," she added. Mandy grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down roughly. My cock pulled forward, twisted in the fabric, and when it slipped free it sprang into the air thick and hard from arousal. "Uhh, there it is," Mandy squealed. She wrestled my shorts down over my legs and pulled them past my feet and tossed them on top of her shirt. Mandy grabbed the shaft of my cock and squeezed it. The tip of my cock glistened from the precome that bubbled out of the tip and ran down my shaft, coating Mandy's hand. She coaxed more precome from my prick with her slow steady strokes. Mandy licked her lips as she worked my cock with her hand. Mandy plopped herself down between my legs from her sitting position. She pulled my cock towards her face, and much to my surprise, she rubbed the tip, slick with my juices, over her lips and teeth. The lower part of her face became shiny with my smeared precome. When she did that it was all I could do to keep from shooting a load up her nose. "You're a nasty little girl," I said. Mandy licked her lips without so much as a response. Without another sound Mandy enveloped my cock in her mouth. The feeling of her warm soft mouth wrapped around my prick nearly sent me over the edge. I could feel her wet tongue slide along my shaft to the base of my cock. In one smooth motion she drew the tip of my cock to the back of her throat as she buried her nose into my soft brown pubic hair. Her lips formed a tight seal around the base of my cock. "Ahh, fuck," I groaned. I could feel Mandy's tongue along the underside of my shaft as she held her head down for what seemed like an impossibly long time. I could see her cheeks begin to turn red from exertion as I felt Mandy's tongue move from side to side as she brought her head up to the tip of my prick. I saw her tongue briefly flick my spit covered tip before her head bobbed back down. I could see streams of spit begin to come from her mouth from her vigorous cocksucking. "That's it, fuck my cock with your face," I grunted urgently. "Unhh, ughh." I heard a thick gagging sound erupt from the back of Mandy's throat. She pulled her head away from my prick as thick strands of saliva clung to her chin. Spit and saliva rolled off my dick coating her hand and my balls. She coughed to clear her throat. She cleared her throat one more time but this time she pursed her lips together and spit her saliva back onto my dick. "Ahh, that's it, spit on my cock," I said. Mandy grabbed my cock with her hand and began jerking me off. The tip of my cock disappeared into her tight grip as she yanked on me. Mandy cleared her throat one more time and spit a huge wad of clear spit back onto my prick. "Unhh, you're a nasty fucker," Mandy said, her voice thick and husky with arousal. "You like it when I spit on your cock, don't you?" Mandy brought her head back onto my cock and I thrust my hips forward to meet her. Her one cheek puffed out as the tip of my cock slid across it to find its way to the back of her throat. Another coughing sound came from Mandy but her head didn't budge a bit. I was sure Mandy would have another coughing fit as I continued to hump my cock into her mouth. By this time her face was red from the effort and tears from her coughing streamed over her cheeks. Mandy's head bobbed over my cock in swift fluid motions. Her tongue worked along the entire length of my shaft with each pass. Every second that went by brought me one closer to coming. I was amazed I'd lasted this long – Mandy certainly knew what she was doing and she put her all into it. My cock and thighs were completely soaked in Mandy's saliva. She was a complete mess too and I couldn't think of a sight more arousing than that – a hot chick totally into sucking cock covered in saliva. Gobs of spit clung to Mandy's hands and to her face. Each time she moved her head to attack my cock at a different angle streams of spit pulled from my shaft to her mouth. Sometimes she'd have to suck it in but mostly she let it pour down onto her chin or over her hands to roll down her arms. My balls pulled close to my body, and no amount of coaxing from Mandy could delay my impending orgasm. I let out a loud moan and Mandy moved her mouth from off my prick. She opened her mouth above my cock and began to stroke it furiously. Her spit made a great lube as I felt my orgasm rush on. I put my hand on Mandy's head as the first hot spurt shot from me. My come landed in her mouth. Mandy opened her mouth again and I could see my load sitting in a thick pool on her tongue. I groaned as a second and third stream of hot love erupted from me. My first blast landed in a thick stream across her chin, lips and nose. A long strand rolled off her chin and dangled before it broke off and clung to the upper slope of her right breast. A third stream spattered Mandy's cheek with a plop. It caught a few strands of her hair that had come loose and plastered them to the side of her face. None of this fazed Mandy. She tugged on my cock until the last few dribbles trickled out of my prick. She then licked the rest of my gooey mess off of my cock. Mandy licked her lips and looked up at me. Using her fingers she wiped as much of my jizz off her face and even the bit that landed on her tits and brought it to her lips to taste. "My, my that was a lot of fun," Mandy said. She rubbed my leg as I laid on my bed. My cock rested against my leg like a deflated baloon. I definitely couldn't wait until I recovered to repay her. The thought of getting my hands on her tight little body certainly speeded things up. I couldn't wait to feel her wriggling under me and hear the moans erupt from her tiny mouth as I pinned her to the bed with my hard cock. Mandy sat there for a few seconds. She then crawled off of the bed, grabbed her shirt off the floor and went into the bathroom closing the door behind her. After a few minutes of hearing the water running Mandy opened the door and stepped back out into my bedroom. If you saw her when she stepped out of the bathroom you would've never known a few minutes earlier the complete mess she'd been. "Where are you going?" I said. Mandy had put on her jeans and t-shirt. "What?" she said. "I thought," I said, "you know we could finish what we started." By this time I was definitely ready to go again. My cock had recovered nicely and was rock hard again. Mandy shrugged her shoulders and popped another piece of gum in her mouth. "You asked for a blowjob ... that's what you got. If you wanted something else all you had to do was ask." There were those words again: just ask. She had me there though, I hadn't asked for anything else and she hadn't suggested anything. I pulled my shorts back on and followed Mandy back into my living room. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg for just a taste of her pussy but I managed not to embarrass my self. She grabbed her jacket and put on her hat and gloves. "If you ever get stuck again you know who to call," I said lamely. I opened the door for Mandy. At this time all I could do was laugh at myself. I had the dumb luck of helping a girl who'd repay a kind act with a blowjob. That will never happen to me again because I don't have that kind of luck. I was dumbstruck by what seemed like the sheer lunacy of what Mandy told me: If I had wanted more all I had to do was ask. "Thanks for your help earlier, Brad," Mandy said, "I had fun, too and I'm sorry Carla was such a bitch." Mandy gave me a quick peck on the cheek and walked out the door. Before she left Mandy slipped me her number. She told me to call and if I just ask nicely I could do anything I wanted to her. At the sidewalk she turned and waved. I watched her walk away until she disappeared down the sidewalk. I don't know if I'll ever have enough guts again to ask some girl I just helped for a blowjob. Hell, I doubt I'll ever be in a situation where the opportunity presents itself like that again. This year Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow on Groundhog's Day: that means six more weeks of winter. If I'm lucky maybe another damsel in distress will be stranded behind my apartment and ask for my help. Next time I'll be more prepared and keep my friend's advice in mind: Just Ask.