We drove to our favorite spot, the abandoned park at the edge of town. It was well past eleven at night, and we hoped no stoners were there. We had just come from 7-Eleven as our dash was filled with snacks and cupholders with slurpees. Warm nights like these always led us back here. Ever since high school, we have been coming to this spot to make out or fuck. The best part? Never knowing how far we’d go every time.

 

We parked in a spot that was hidden from the street and anyone driving past on the road. It was a small gravel parking lot that laid in front of a playground and an overgrown baseball field. I put the car in park, turning off the engine and lights.

 

“Shall we?” I asked, looking over to my partner.

 

She let out a smile, “Yes.”

 

I could barely see her until the car doors opened, revealing little light. I could somewhat see her, with her beautiful eyes, looking at me. I let out a smile to match hers, and we headed to the backseat.

 

The lights went out as soon as the door closed, and we sat side by side with each other. I turned my body to face her.

 

“It’s been too long,” I said, placing some of her hair behind her ear.

 

“It has, hasn’t it?” She turned her face away.

 

We had been dating for decades, and she still got shy. It was so cute.

 

“No need to be shy, my girl,” I said.

 

”I’m not,” She said, turning to me, “I just—”

 

She now looked determined and leaned forward, kissing me. Her lips were impatient. Demanding even as she set the pace. I moved my lips to match hers. I reached down to her chest but then paused. I pulled back slightly from her.

 

“Is this ok?” I whispered.

 

“Yes.” She responded, “God, just touch me.”

 

I slipped my hands into her shirt, slightly massaging her breasts. Her nipples were soft but hardened at my touch. She moaned slightly as she continued to kiss me. She placed both of her hands on either side of my face as she tried to slip her tongue into my mouth. I let her.

 

“You’re such an eager girl, aren’t you?” I said, pinching her nipples slightly.

 

She only moaned in response. I then intertwined my tongue with hers, our faces now covered in spit. One hand exited her shirt and slowly made its way down to her pants. She shivered at my wandering hands, but I stopped at her crotch.

 

“May I?” I asked.

 

She grabbed my hand slightly and shook her head. I paused, confused.

 

“I want to do it at the same time.” She said, “Is that ok?”

 

“Of course, my girl,” I responded.

 

I applied pressure to her crotch and began to rub along the seam of her jeans. I could feel a slight warmth radiating off of her. She was already getting wet, and we had just begun. She tried to do the same to me, but I was pleasing her too well for her to focus.

She then let out a low moan, tilting her head back. Her hand gripped against my shoulder quite quickly instead of trying to massage my crotch as well.

 

“Who’s my good girl?” I whispered in her ear.

 

“Me.” She moaned.

 

“That’s right.”

 

I pressed slightly harder against her. I could now feel her wetness through her pants as she then leaned into my ear.

 

“I want you in me, please.”

 

I laid her back against the seat as I then unbuckled her jeans, slipping my hands in them. I searched past her underwear and into her pussy.

 

“Now, where is she?” I said, searching for her clit.

 

A loud moan in response told me all I needed to know. I then slipped one finger inside her, the others on her clit, slightly squeezing.

 

“You like that, don't you?”

 

She nodded. I had her moaning like a huge mess. I couldn’t help but position myself over her, grinding my hips against my hand to drive my fingers deeper. God, I wish I had a strap right now. Her moans made me lose control. I had to lean over her to kiss her. I lost myself in the warmth of her body.

 

Bright lights then illuminated us. I removed my hands quickly from inside her, and helped her buckle up her jeans. It was a car, we thought. We couldn’t really see through the fogged windows. It then pulled up right next to our car, and it just sat there. We huddled low in the car, smiling at each other. What were they going to do? It wasn’t like we were having sex? We sat silently for what felt like forever before the car backed up slowly and let out two beeps before driving away. They must have been trying to scare us, but we only laughed.

 

“Shall we continue?” I asked.

 

”Please.”