One finger, then two. Then she used her entire hand, back and forth, still slowly, but with more force. As she did this, I explored her body with my h...nds. The fireplace crackled; it gave off an orange hazy glow. The rich dark hues of the wood in the office made everything darker, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. The mixture of colognes, wine, and the heat from our bodies provided an intoxicating blend of passion. The breathing grew heavy; the touches more sweeping, the motions of our. "Great. Of course my car won't start on my birthday. Why would it?" I grumbled to no one, feeling bad for myself. I was just pulling out my wallet to call TripleA when there was a tap on the window.I jumped and looked over, only to see Jason standing there. "Problem?" he asked as I opened my door."Fucking car won't start."I told him, gesturing to it. "And on my birthday, no less." Well, how about I give you a ride home tonight?" he offered with a smile. "Since nobody should have to call TripleA. As more and more were added it was getting harder and harder to move. With the hood on it was dark but all of a sudden it got even darker and then there was a loud pounding and I put my arms up to come in contact with a top of some kind within inches of my face. Next I felt like I was moving. Yes for sure I was moving there were sounds of traffic, horns and even a fire truck siren. The feeling of moving went on for some time. Sometimes it was bumpy, sometimes I felt like I was going up a hill.. He waved. I carefully slid open the sash window, aware of how difficult it could sometimes be, and how noisy it was if allowed to drop. “What are you doing? It’s 2 o’clock!” I whispered, faking annoyance but secretly thrilled. “You said you wanted to play again. Well, I’m waiting,” he whispered back. In the dim light I saw a flash of his smile. He really was quite cute, I remember thinking. I pulled my head back in, and crept out of my room, wearing just a T shirt, pair of cotton knickers and.