Backseat
This is a story my friend sent me that she wrote to me.It had been a great night, so far. The two of us went to dinner, and then went to the movies. I always did enjoy a good horror flick. We walk from the theater, holding hands. Your fingers are tracing distracting little designs on the palm of my hand. You hold my car door open, and i sit. you get in, but instead of turning the car on, you turn to me, and bringing my hand to your lips, kiss it gently . You then lean forward, and kiss ...