This is what happens when you don’t have many friends: you gossip about your previous sex experiences to the internet instead. :P
It was totally spur of the moment–my boyfriend and I were driving to his house at a late hour, a stretch of road between my house and his that we had driven a hundred times before. I was wearing a green sleeveless dress I never wore in public but often wore at home, figuring I wasn’t going anywhere that would make me regret bare shoulders and bare legs in the cold night air. We chatted here and there as the time passed.
And then he turned the steering wheel.
We curved suddenly to the left and pulled into a darkened lot surrounded by small sports fields. Some short trees lined one side and a low cement wall bordered another. The car slowed to a halt, and before I could even get the words out to ask what we were doing there, he was giving me that look. That dark, hungry look that tells me I had better show him my body soon or else.