She scaled a second-story window to meet me behind the oak tree. We slipped into the car, and I drove while she rode me. We sped down the I-5 with the windows down. The friction from her kiss and freshly bathed body reeled my hormones into the palm of her hands. We parked off a dirt road, and she took control of my inhibition. Our idle fingers trailed the other’s body until the first light. I’d be in the clear, but her dad found her jacket while searching for her in the backseat of my car.
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