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... sitting inside looking guilty. "Um, hi! I didn't see Mr. David's car in the lot, so I thought the janitor left the lights on. I was gonna turn them off since I was here, but it looks like I was wrong," you exclaim into the charged silence that follows. "You didn't see my car because I just bought a new one. The old one took me through College, but it was a hand-me-down from him. I was ready for a car of my own. Actually Khambrel and I are just about done here. Shall one of us walk you out to your car?", Mr. David inquires. "It's not necessary. All that's out there is the Football Team. They were practicing while I was jogging. You know how teenage boys can be," you blush. I look at Mr. David, then back at you, "I know how teenage boys can be. I deal with them every summer in the Corps. Please let me walk you to your car, Sweetness. In fact, Jeff was my ride this afternoon, since he wanted to show off his new car and if you could take me home that would be great." Mr. David peers at me, raising his eyebrows in a silent question which I answer with a smile as if to say, "you snooze, you lose." "I'd be happy to give you a ride any time, Khambrel," you smile, winking up at me. "Bye, Mr. David! Catch you later!" It is a promise as much to yourself as to him, as you walk out the door with his best friend. I e****t you to your car, making sure you are settled in the driver's seat before gently closing the door and jogging around to the passenger side. Football practice is out and ...

... there had been more than one guy lurking about who had s**ttered at the presence of an adult male who is so obviously sticking with you. You start up your Audi roadster and look over at me. "Up or down?" "Pardon me?" Laughing, you inquire, "Do you want the top up or down? I usually go topless." Glancing at your ample breasts, then back at your bold, brown eyes, I suggestively offer, "I'll bet you do. I'll go with down." You reach across me to unlatch the top, smile and meet my brazen, brown eyes as your full breast brushes my left arm, then retract the roof. "Do you want to go straight home or do you want to drive a little first?" "What is the lady's preference?" "Honey, it is a beautiful night and I have a convertible with a hot guy in it. I wanna drive." "Then, by all means, lets drive," I reply, obviously flattered that I am considered a hot guy. You think you detect a little disappointment that this is not going to turn out to be the seduction scene I had planned. "Okay, hold on!" The wheels spin out as you drive off, speeding around the parking lot to the exit and down the street to the Freeway. At the on ramp you accelerate smoothly, shifting gears until you are cruising. Above the droning music, I ask you where you had learned to drive so well. "My dad hired a tutor. He didn't want me driving like all the rest of these knobheads, so he hired someone to teach me fun things like defensive driving and stuff. After all that I had to drive a race car with my tutor and a ...