I put my key in the engine and turned it already imagining a warm soothing bath. No response though. I jammed my foot onto the gas and turned the key once more, the engine squealed in protest. I opened the hood of my car, but it was really no help because I had little knowledge of what was under the hood. Headlights illuminated my car, as Greg hopped out of the driver’s seat. “Need a little help?” he said raising a brow. “Yea I don’t know what the hell is wrong with this thing!”, I said through clenched teeth. “It’s alright I’ll help you”, Greg said laughing at my frustration.
He crept up behind me and draped his arms around my waist while pressing his palms onto the car; his torso pressed against my back. I took a sharp breath not expecting the contact, but something about the man made me obey every one of his advances. He checked the oil and somehow quickly determined that the battery was dead. Well aware of the jumper cables in his trunk, Greg offered me a ride home. I gladly accepted knowing that I lived only about 5 minutes away.
Hop in”, he said with a smile. I slid into the leather seat next to him. We made small talk while we drove into town, he asked questions like how long had I played soccer, and about the other girls’ playing abilities. We approached the ice cream parlor and he asked if they sold soft serve ice cream. I replied with a simple “Yes”, and he pulled into the parking lot. “I’m treating”, he winked. Greg bought two vanilla cones and slid into the booth across from me. We conversed some more about soccer, but my answers consisted of only one or two words because I was so fascinated by his blue eyes.
We were soon on our way to my house, it was almost 9 o’clock and the street lights were just about coming on. He pulled up in front of my house and I went to thank him for the ride and ice cream, but he grabbed my wrist. “Jen, I’m really feeling an attraction to you, but I know it’s not right. I’m old enough to be your father.”, he sighed. He began again, “I met you about 10 hours ago and I don’t know what I am doing here with you, your only 16. I hope I didn’t offend yo-“. “It’s okay”, I interrupted. He reached up a thumb to caress my cheek, and I looked into his eyes. “What am I doing?”, I thought. His face was close to mine, almost to close. His cologne was intruding in my sense of smell, but was very welcoming. My mouth was filled with a warmth that quickly spread throughout my body. He was kissing me and I was kissing him back.
He pulled the parking brake and letmeporn.link moved deeper into my mouth. His tongue swirled around mine and his arm came around my neck, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the roughness of the light stubble on his face brushing my cheeks and chin. I’ve kissed boyfriends before, but never like this. I didn’t even know where to put my hands. His hands were all over me caressing my face, and wrapping around my waist to feel my stomach and breasts. “Can I take you to my house”, Greg said in-between kisses. I moaned a “yes” into his mouth, and he released the parking break.