She had me jammed against the driver’s door with her right leg hooked across my lap. Her fingers were tangled in my hair and she had my head pulled back and was sucking my neck. The windows were steamed up, the speaker had been knocked to the floor, the sound was muffled, and I had lost interest in the movie. She kept kissing me and rubbing her breasts against my right arm. I wanted to touch them, but I didn’t dare. I had never touched a girl’s breast.
Her skirt had hiked up to her waist. Her white panties gleamed in the semi-darkness. She moaned, “Robert, Robert, Robert,” and put her tongue in my ear. I squirmed, but couldn’t move.
She took my left hand and placed it on her breast. I couldn’t help it; I squeezed. It was soft yet firm and something inside me stirred. I sat there squeezing her breast. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up.
“Do you want to go all the way?” She said.
I didn’t want to go anywhere right then.
”No,” I said.

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