Trees flash by on either side of us, illuminated by the headlights of Jenny's car. Her hand is on my thigh, the thrum of the engine like a faint purr beneath my feet, and I can feel the warmth of her touch trickling from the point of contact down to where my legs join, radiating a subtle pulse of buzzing heat through my body. I confess that I am barely cognizant of the world passing by around me; all I can think about are Jenny's cherry lips, her dark bangs, the way she looks at me with those electric eyes like I am the tastiest morsel on the planet. She is driving us somewhere, pulling the machine through one tight corner after the other, but she never seems more troubled by the efforts of guiding the car than she can afford me a smirk and a longing glance. Nothing subtle about her, at least; the way she fondles my thigh, I am fairly certain that it's only a matter of time before she pulls over and turns her attention fully to me. Which she does, after fifteen minutes of silent driving, parking the sleek convertible at the edge of a copse of trees far from the main road. The key turns, and the engine grinds to a halt. Briefly, there is only silence and the soft plink-plink-plink of the car settling.

I glance at her, feeling a shiver of anxious trepidation slither through my chest. I've never been this far out before-- in more ways than one. I knew what she was after, when I got into her car, and yet, despite my own desire, I can't help but sit passively and let her take charge. Still stuck in the same old gender roles, it seems. An amused smile flashes over her face; apparently, she's noticed my indecision as well.

"Relax, girl. You look like I'm going to skin you alive."

I muster a faint smile, tinged with embarrassment, and shake my head. "I'm sorry. I've just never.."

Her hand finds mine, and I marvel at the subtle strength of her fingers as she squeezes around mine, a touch that serves to both calm me and made me more nervous than ever. Next to her, I feel clumsy and pudgy; all curves and heft next to her sleek, narrow form. In that regard, she is very reminiscent of her car - sporty, expensive, beautiful. And wholly out of my league, or so I thought. Jenny flashes me a smile, red lips perfectly soft as she wraps them around her equally soft words.

"Easy. We've all night. There's no pressure except for what you wanna do. If you just want to talk..."

I shake my head, regretfully banishing the finger from my lips in my eagerness to gainsay her. "No, I-- I'm just nervous, I guess."

She cocks her head, eyes narrowed. "Nervous about what?"

I shrug. "Anything? Everything. What if I don't know how? And what if people--"

She cuts me off with a finger to my lips; I can taste the residue of the steering wheel on her fingertip, and the touch itself is electrifying; for a split second, I allow my eyes to close in a prolonged blink, simply savoring the sensation of her digit on my lips. Of all the desires, to be undone by this-- it is almost as comical as it is pathetic.

"Never mind other people. They're not here, right? It's just you and me, and what we want. Okay?"

I nod silently, wanting nothing more than to kiss her finger, and then her hand, and her arm, and her neck, and her lips, and--

"That's the thing about cars." Jenny smirks as if she's made a joke, and I feel her finger slowly trail around to caress my cheek. Slender fingertips stroke up near my ear, and I can't suppress a slight shiver. Her words envelop me, there, in the darkness.

"It's not just a vehicle. It's a means to an end. A car is... freedom. Freedom from expectations. An opportunity, say, to be who you always wanted to be. To live the life you want to live. Without shame... or regret"

Her fingers have curled around the nape of my neck, now, and I stare into her eyes knowing what is about to happen, knowing and hoping and yearning beyond words, but too afraid to lean forward and just do it, still clinging to that nervous fear and the nameless shame that coils like a serpent around my heart. Jenny strokes a finger delicately against the sensitive skin at the back of my neck, and then she leans close to me, stretching her body to bridge the gap between our seats as she brings her lips within an inch of mine. The world narrows. I can barely breathe, and every breath is tinged with the scent of her, her perfume and natural fragrance, more potent than any drug as I look into her eyes.

"There is no one here but us." Her voice is little more than a whisper, each word a trembling push of air against my lips. "So just... relax. Do what comes naturally. Lena..."

The car is warm, its interior soaked in the sweet smell of her. Her hand is in my hair, clutching, caressing. Her eyes are half-closed, deep pools of black in the darkness, and yet infinitely more beautiful than anything I have seen before. Her lips are warm and soft, and softer still when they yield to mine. It does, in the end, come naturally to me. Without shame, and without regret.

I kiss her.

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