Jon wrinkled his nose at the acrid scent of smoke as he walked outside. Trevor held the cigarette in her hand the same way as ever, blowing smoke up into the air. "Ready to go?" she asked, and Jon nodded. She dropped it on the sidewalk, getting ready to stamp it out, but noticing the spike heels. "Can you..." she started, and Jon stamped it out with his own shoe. "Thanks. Fucking shoes. They look great, though."
He let her go first, watching her stomp ahead in the heels. There was something both endearing and creepy about it. She opened up his door, and he got in quickly to watch her stumble in one foot after another, giving him a view of her strangely flat panties. "You fucking perv," she said, smiling widely. "Want a better look?"
Before he could protest, she slammed the door shut, swinging her right leg behind his seat and spreading her legs wide for him to see. "There you go. Let's go," she said, righted herself and started the car. He felt oddly comfortable staring; it was one of his closest friends, after all, and really a guy. Part of him was tempted to touch her, but all of the ingrained lessons of his childhood told him not to. Touching a girl was a big no-no.
"Thanks, Trev," he said, smiling wryly. Trevor didn't answer, and Jon took a risk, leaning over and staring down her cleavage. She laughed, and he noticed that she was having trouble with the pedals. "If you took the shoes off it'd probably be easier to drive."
"I know that. I like them," she stated simply. The mall wasn't far, and they pulled into a spot very close to the entrance. Trevor lit another cigarette as they walked up slowly, and smoked outside in silence.
"You seem really calm. It'd probably drive me nuts," Jon finally said, laughing weakly. "Being... you know... instead of..."
She shrugged. "It's actually pretty cool. I wouldn't wanna be stuck like this but it's an awesome change for a while. Not every day you get to see your best friend undressing you with his eyes," she said, lowering her voice and grinning. The cigarette was put out and thrown into the garbage. Jon blushed, but didn't deny it. "If you wanna touch me you don't even have to ask, just don't get too personal."
Jon nodded and reached out, touching her face. It was surprisingly soft. He didn't want to do anything else. There were only a few other people around but that wasn't the point.
"Oh come on, stop being a pussy," she chided. "The guy is supposed to make the first move but I'll help," she said, a bit too happy to point out what she wasn't. Without warning she pulled his head down, planting a wet kiss right on his lips. She smelled strongly of smoke, and tasted like it, but he didn't care right now. He kissed back, groping her roughly, and she pulled away after a moment. "Holy shit, that was nice," Trevor said, and Jon agreed.
They walked inside, and Jon idly wondered how close he should stand. Oh well, it would come.
