(Please forgive me in advance. I barely ever write. It’s never great.)
I was driving her home. Stereo blasting. Streetlights flying by the windows. Nighttime blurred into silence. Her face maintained a constant smile. A smile of mischief. It’s rarely a good sign.
Just as I realized she was up to something, her hand was moving towards my thigh. Then the button of my jeans. My zipper. Nimble fingers. The warmth inside.
All I could do was hold my breath. Shift gears.
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