I had never been in the situation before where I was with a girl I knew wanted to have sex with me but we didn't do something about it right away.I had never been in the situation before where I was with a girl I knew wanted to have sex with me but we didn't do something about it right away. This was weird, knowing that this girl was sitting there, knowing I had a hard-on and wanting to get her to do something about it, knowing that she would be showing me that black lace bra and all it contained, and meanwhile she sat there and fiddled with the knobs on her stereo. I hadn't had sex that much before, but a few times; it had always been a sort of seamless episode from start to finish, from the final "yes" to getting undressed and then actually getting down to the dirty deed. I wasn't really sure how to react in this sort of situation. She was right when she said that she liked to drive really fast sometimes, and this time seemed to be of them. She had the sunroof open and all the windows down, and the air rushed into the car, whipping her hair around. A strand curved across her face and lay ensnared between her lips, which were slightly parted. The radio was up pretty loud and I kept time to the music with the heel of my palm against the dash as I watched the little turbo light pop on over and over as she really booked it down the street away from the club. It was unbelievable, I thought, to be riding in a car with a sexy girl at eighty miles an hour with a drink in my hand and a hard-on in my pants. It just wasn't something I had ever done before. |