His car.
In someone's drive way.

The backseats.
Our bodies so close together.
On top of me.

His hands traces my sides, my body.
His cold hands making my body shake.
Our mouths locked.
Our shirts thrown about in  his car.

His lips move down to my neck.
My moans fill the car.
Why is he teasing me...

He stops.
Gets off.
And we drive home.
On a perfect Saturday night...