Discovering My Girlfriend’s Car Exhaust Fetish [A love story about a real fetish, danger and loss of control and, ultimately, a young couple’s love for one another triumphing over it all]

We haven't been together long. We met just this summer at a grocery store. Both of us are young professionals (I am 21, she is 20) trying to get on our own two feet so we thought after a year of hard work we should just stay home for New Year's eve and have some fun, just the two of us.

I had promised her some rum and coke (she'll be 21 next year, I just turned 21) but had forgotten so we decided to go out on a liquor run together. It was very cold last night and she told me she'd start the car and get it warmed up before we leave which was fine by me. At this point I had no clue about what was going to go down within that next half hour.

After a while I figured she was probably just waiting for me and I was correct but something wasn't right. As I opened the door to the garage I was hit by the smell of exhaust fumes from our '91 Camry and as usual she neglected to pull it out of the garage before starting it. (I would very soon learn exactly why and I would learn so much more than I even wanted to and in a very direct way I would learn) The garage door was open of course but it always starts to get a little fumey in there anyway after she starts the engine and she had probably had it running a few minutes by now.