Circa 2007 I dated a gal during High School that was simply infatuated with me. Her eyes looked at me like a novel, reading into my judgments and actions as if trying to learn my true existence. By no means were we hippies, though she was a dreamer and I was a realist, we were almost perfect for each other. It wasn't long till we hit third base.
I'd walk her home through narrow alley ways, away from shrewd eyes. Only there did we have any amount of privacy a teenager could have in plain light. We'd sit behind a chain fence with our backs to a garage looking towards the alley way in our school uniforms. When we knew we were alone, she'd sit on my lap, her legs bent at the knees, her skirt barely hiding her baby blue panties. I'd gain the courage to graze my fingers across her slit as we kissed in lust. The more I touched her, the wetter her panties became. There was the occasional person who would walk by, and/or car, though they wouldn't every say a word, just notice us a keep going…it made the moment even more suspenseful.