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High Road
by Ximenes (address withheld)

***

A journey home from school takes an unexpected turn... 
(MF-teens, reluc)

***

Her name was Lindsey. I was seventeen; she was younger. 
We went to the same school. It was a cold, wet winter's 
evening and we'd been at a drama thing. One of those 
school events where a series of different year groups 
each puts on a mini-performance. I'd just passed my 
driving test and was being allowed to borrow my 
parents' car. A sort of reward for hard work and good 
luck, though I'm not sure which was the most relevant. 
Lindsey had buttonholed me and talked me into giving 
her a lift home.

Not, you understand, that we were an item. Far from it. 
I couldn't stand her, especially with her mates. 
Lindsey was one of those girls who are self centred to 
an amazing degree, and expect everything and everyone 
to revolve around their needs. Hence the brazen way she 
had come up to me and demanded a lift home.

She was small and painfully thin except for her bust. 
Her waist was so small I could probably circle it with 
my two hands. She wore platform heels and tight, high-
waisted trousers. She had a long, triangular face with 
a pointed chin, and long straight hair. Everything 
about her was straight up and down except her breasts. 
But her breasts were mesmerising. 

How on earth could such a thin girl have such a well 
developed pair? Torpedo-shaped, they began high on her 
chest and seemed to descend for ever, with a pronounced 
cleavage which always seemed to be on display when 
older boys were around (and disappeared reluctantly 
when female teachers summoned her to her next lesson). 
She used her tits to full advantage, and every boy in 
the school was aware of them and had commented on them 
at some stage. As had every girl, usually cattily.

Lindsey wasn't popular. Most girls hated her, and while 
her breasts may have been lusted after by every boy in 
the school, her personality certainly didn't draw any 
admirers. Lindsey always took; never gave. She used 
people for what she could get from them, and 
immediately discarded them. Pity of it was, she always 
had someone mug enough to fall for her charms and try 
his luck with her. 

By the time she was fifteen she had worked her way 
through most of the older boys in the place. She had a 
group of female friends from her village, all of them 
similar in outlook and together they formed a bit of a 
gang. Feared by some and disliked by most, Lindsey and 
her pals always made their presence felt in the dinner 
queue, at the bus park, in assemblies, along our 
school's congested corridors. If you wanted a quiet 
life you kept away from them.

So what the hell was I, a sixth former and supposedly 
above such carrion, doing with her in my car? Well, we 
lived in the same village, and her parents knew mine. 
In a small community like ours it wouldn't have scored 
brownie points to have left her behind tonight. 
Besides, she was the only one of her gang who did drama 
and was involved in the evening's productions, so I 
wouldn't have all three of them passing comments about 
me as I drove them home. Just Lindsey.

I had never been out with her, and she knew I didn't 
like her. With other unattached boys she countered 
their lack of interest by loudly suggesting they were 
"gay" during break times, when everyone in the school 
could hear. This almost always made the boys go puce 
with anger and embarrassment, and other pupils roar 
with laughter at someone else's discomfiture. 

On several occasions it had led to a slap in the face 
or a girly fight behind the gym from girl friends of 
the boy in question. After which Lindsey's parents 
would come storming into school, demanding that those 
who had bullied their daughter be 
punished/expelled/castrated etc, and implicitly 
believing every word of Lindsey's biased and tearful 
version of events. As you can see, Lindsey was 
loathsome; so much so that she was fascinating. 

But she couldn't accuse me of being gay. My regular 
girlfriend lived in the next village and Lindsey had 
seen us out together. Alice was a student in a nearby 
school and hadn't wanted to come to the production. 
(Well, actually, I had suggested it wasn't worth her 
coming. Better she came to our smaller, sixth form only 
show in a few weeks' time). And, yes, it did occur to 
me that maybe I was taking some risks in giving Lindsey 
a lift home without a third person in the car, but by 
that point I was committed to taking her and there was 
no way out.

The road home to Great Cressing passes through a long, 
hilly, winding lane through woods, until it joins the 
high road along a hill crest. It sweeps along the ridge 
for miles: a glorious, straight road, ideal for going 
fast and feeling the power of a car without another 
adult saying "slow down, son." Then it descends through 
a tortuous valley into the village. 

There's not a single streetlight once you leave the 
town. And very little traffic after ten at night. You 
hear spooky stories of strange happenings along the 
road; it's most certainly not a route where you'd want 
to break down or run out of petrol on a bad night. And 
this was definitely a bad night weather wise, as well 
as Lindsey-wise! The wind was whistling around the car 
park as we scooted from the warmth of the drama studio 
to our steed, and every now and then a heavy shower 
would lash the windscreen and visibility would all but 
disappear. 

First of all, she grumbled while I fumbled in the dark 
for the keyhole to unlock the car. Then, inside, the 
noise of the fan motor drowned conversation as I 
struggled to get condensation off the windscreen. And 
the fan was sending cold air onto our faces and that 
was wrong for her.

Eventually I cleared the screen and turned the fan 
down. The car started to warm up, too. For the past few 
minutes she had been passing sarcastic comments about 
why we hadn't yet left the school car park; now that we 
were ready to go she had undone her seat belt and was 
yelling about something in her eye and groping for 
tissues in her bag. I put the interior light on. She 
had left some stage make-up on her eyebrows, and the 
grease we used to soften it for removal had melted and 
run into her eyes, making them smart. Taking the tissue 
from her, I wiped the offending paint and grease off 
her face.

Lindsey had unbuttoned her coat as the car warmed up, 
and under it there was a lot of bare flesh and not much 
clothing. As she leaned forwards to give me access to 
her left eyebrow she carefully tilted her chest forward 
to give me an uninterrupted view down inches of bosom, 
barely retained inside a low-cut tee-shirt and balcony 
bra. It was such an obvious stunt to pull - almost 
laughable. But I have to say, the view displayed for me 
was truly wonderful, and I couldn't resist drinking it 
in. She knew I was looking at her, and I knew she knew. 
"A" level Psychology comes in useful at times. 

As I finished mopping her up I dropped a piece of 
tissue down into her cleavage, as far down as I could 
aim its trajectory.

"Ah, you clumsy sod"

"Sorry, Lindsey, I'll fish it out"

Things happened very quickly. As I reached in to remove 
it, my fingers made contact with her breasts. She moved 
back, pulling my fingers with her so that I had to pull 
her forward to get a purchase on the tissue. She used 
her right arm to try to bat my hand away, so I used my 
free hand to hold her breast firm while I finished 
extracting the offending tissue. It left a delicate 
smear of blue greasepaint on her white breast.

"You're a groper. You just touched me. I could get you 
done for that"

"Oh shut up Lindsey. Don't play the innocent with me. 
I'm not in the mood. If you don't trust me, then get 
out and ring your dad on your mobile."

"No, s'all right. I was only jokin'"

And she threw her arms round me and planted a big kiss 
on my lips, at the same time pushing her bust hard into 
my chest and exposing even more flesh. I held her with 
one arm behind her back. With the other I felt the 
weight and solidity of her breasts. Fortunately, our 
section of the car park was pretty well deserted by 
now, so nobody had seen the exchange.

"I thought you hated me," she said.

"No, I don't hate you; I hate a lot of the things you 
say and do to people," I replied.

She had to think hard for a moment to understand that. 
She pulled away abruptly.

"Whodjer mean by that?" Now she was sounding 
aggressive.

"Lindsey, if you don't know then there's no point in me 
trying to tell you."

She pouted. Looked as if there was a big sulk coming 
on. What embellished version of all this was she going 
to tell her parents?

"Come on, let's get home," I said, and pulled her seat 
belt across her front to anchor it. 

As we drove down the town roads she fiddled with the 
car radio; none of the pre-sets seemed good enough for 
her. Eventually she delved into her bag and produced a 
compilation tape of hers and sang loudly, out of tune, 
to it as we lifted through the woods onto the high 
road.

Now our school lies in a hollow in the hills and mobile 
phone reception is notoriously bad there. On the high 
road, though, reception is perfect. On the school bus 
we all wait until we've reached the high road, then 
suddenly there's fifty conversations shouted into 
mobiles. 

So tonight, as soon as we turned right onto the high 
road, Lindsey fished her phone out of her bag and 
called up a mate. At the same time a very heavy 
downpour started so that the road was barely visible 
under sheets of rain. It really was a filthy night.

A few hundred yards down the road there was a concreted 
layby at the entrance to a Forestry Commission 
plantation, used for loading lorries with logs and for 
storing road grit. The trees each side of the road were 
whipping back and forth under the gale. Driving in the 
rain was getting dangerous, and I was both 
inexperienced and cautious, so I did what my parents 
would have expected and pulled into the layby to wait 
out the squall.

"Why the fuck've we stopped," said the voice beside me, 
breaking off in mid sentence her phone conversation.

"Cos it's too dangerous to drive like this," I replied, 
as a gust of wind rocked the car and a burst of rain 
hammered on the roof. Lindsey could see I had a point 
and went back to her phone.

She finished the call. 

"How long're we gonna be stuck here, then?"

"Until this shower passes. Just be patient," I 
countered. I undid my seat belt.

She did likewise and started another phone 
conversation. To one of her gang back in the village. 
As she talked she twisted round in her seat and lent 
back against me. I put my arms round her and cradled 
her bust; she pulled her coat back to make it easier 
for me. Deep in conversation, she was running down some 
of the other performers that evening and passing on 
juicy gossip about the staff helping with the 
production. At some point her friend asked her where 
she was.

"I'm stuck in a fuckin' layby on the top road. It's 
pissin' with rain here."

The friend obviously asked her why we were in the layby 
and not driving.

"I dunno, he says it's too bad to drive. I think he's 
gonna shag me."

I was so surprised I took my hands off her. In all 
sincerity, shagging her wasn't on my agenda. Quick 
grope, maybe, with no commitment next day either way, 
that was about as far as I saw things going. Still 
rattling down the phone, she turned to see why I had 
stopped holding her. Using her free hand she took one 
of mine and put it back onto her bust, cradling a 
breast from below. Oh well, I thought, let's play this 
one along. But I was beginning to feel I was losing 
control of the situation. 

Outside, the rain still lashed us. Not a single car had 
gone past. With my other hand I traced the skin of a 
breast down, down from its swelling at the top of her 
chest to the nipple inside her bra, and gently lifted 
the flesh out of the bra. I rolled the nipple between 
finger and thumb and carefully kneaded the rounded 
fullness. The nipple sprang to attention immediately, 
and Lindsey faltered in her stride on the phone.

"Gotta go," she piped, and ended the call almost in mid 
sentence.

"D'ya like me tits, then" she said, and turned her head 
towards me.

"Yes, of course, they're lovely," Well, they were. It 
was the rest of Lindsey that they were attached to that 
was objectionable!

But she couldn't read my mind, and we kissed. A real 
tongue job where I set a nice slow pace and she had to 
go along with me. I have to admit that she kissed well.

As we broke the kiss, she said "I'm gonna ring Kenny," 
Ken was her current year ten love interest. 

"Don't forget I've got two of those" she said, (I was 
still working on the one breast I had freed from her 
clothes). It was not so much an invitation, more a 
command!

So while she rang her boyfriend I tried to lift the 
other breast out of her bra. This wasn't so easy 
because of the angle she was sitting at, and so I 
decided to go for higher stakes. As she started the 
conversation with Kenny I quickly reached round and 
unhooked her bra, then lifted tee shirt and bra enough 
to expose the breasts before she could react. She 
shrieked and clamped both hands down to shut me off.

"Hey, wotcha doin', pervert?" she bawled.

I could hear Kenny trying to make out what was going on 
as he listened at the other end of the phone. My hands 
were trapped under Lindsey's arms, locked onto her 
breasts, and there was no way I was going to release 
them. I kissed the back of her head and she came back 
to her phone conversation.

"Oh it's nuffin'," she said down the phone. "I'm 
muckin' about with a mate." 

Well, at least that was certainly true.

And so, as she described the evening's drama 
performance to her boyfriend, I lifted her arms away 
and cradled both breasts and worked on them, rubbing, 
cupping, stroking, pulling. I lifted her tee shirt 
enough to expose both breasts. I could feel her body 
reacting to the stimulation, and at the same time she 
was trying to hold a conversation with someone else. 

I felt like yelling, "Look, Kenny, she thinks so much 
of you that she's letting me hold her tits while she 
rings you. What do you make of that?" But, of course, I 
didn't.

By this time I had a raging hard on, and her tits 
looked very inviting in the dim glow from the 
instrument panel lights. I craned my head forward, and 
she moved, too, thinking I was going to kiss her. But I 
had other ideas. I scooped a nipple to my lips and 
kissed and gently sucked on it. She jumped as if I'd 
bitten hard into the flesh.

Lindsey tried to pull away fro me but she couldn't; I 
had her held tight. The effect on her phone call was 
dramatic. She couldn't manage a coherent sentence, and 
made little noises as if she was in pain. I disengaged 
while she ended the call to Kenny, then re-started my 
assault.

"Again... like that... Oh God!"

I continued until my back felt fit to break from the 
unnatural position I was bent into. Eventually I 
disengaged again, and we spoke!

"Why've you stopped?"

"Because my back is all knotted up. It's too 
uncomfortable to go on; I need to change position."

"God, that was great. Do it again. NOW." (long pause) 
"Please..."

I lifted her off the seat and slid across into the 
passenger side. She understood what I was trying to do 
and swung round to face me, sitting on my lap with her 
legs crossed behind me. The rain had eased off, but had 
been replaced with low cloud which at this height meant 
thick fog so that you couldn't see more than a few 
metres. She tossed her mobile into the back of the car.

"Do you want to go home, now?" I asked her.

"Nah, not yet. I want some more of that."

I was wearing just a sweatshirt on my top, and I put 
her hands beneath it on my waist. She took the hint and 
lifted it over my head. I'm no Schwartzenegger but I'm 
reasonably fit and in good shape. She seemed to 
approve. As I lifted her tee-shirt off she started to 
take fright, but I pointed out that there was nobody 
around and no-one could see us in the darkened car.

And so I had a chance to properly appraise her body. 
She looked very frail and vulnerable. She looked like a 
little girl - painfully thin, with ribs clearly 
traceable on her flanks, and elfin face looking 
apprehensive. Not at all self-confident and just 
waiting for me to reject her. It would destroy her 
utterly if I did, and (much as I disliked her) that 
wasn't my style.

And grafted onto this little girl's body was a pair of 
adult breasts. Now, fully exposed, I could take in 
their beauty. They were torpedo shaped; long, but full, 
and with no discernible size difference between them. 
The skin was flawless. The nipples were small, pointing 
outwards at about 45 degrees to her body. It was as if 
every ounce of spare flesh on the top of her body had 
gone into these glands. Without my manipulations, and 
in her apprehensiveness, the nipples had sunk back and 
the tips of the breasts had contracted into spikes, but 
as I took them into my hands they responded again, 
filling out and firming up as we kissed again and 
again. 

It seemed a long time before we did anything else. It 
dawned on me that we should have been in the village 
ages ago and our folks would be getting worried. I said 
so to Lindsey.

"Oh, I'll ring them. But don't touch me while I'm doing 
it, OK?"

So I simply cradled her to me as she spoke to her dad, 
and explained that the weather was so bad we were 
sheltering on the road. He was OK about the delay - 
what else could he have said? - and happy that his 
little girl was being looked after so carefully in such 
awful weather. I tried to picture his face if he could 
see his little girl, topless, pushing her tits against 
my chest while she spoke to him. No, don't go there...

I borrowed her phone to give my folks a quick ring, 
too. Actually, I told my mum we were sheltering in the 
town rather than out on the open road; it would worry 
her less. She's too technophobic to realise that a 
mobile call from town wouldn't sound so clear! We told 
both sets of parents we'd be home by midnight, come 
what may. That gave us nearly an hour, less around 
twenty minutes' driving.

A car passed. Lindsey took fright, but I pulled her 
closely to me and wrapped my arms tight round her. We 
were pulled well in from the roadside, and I very much 
doubt if the driver even saw our car. There was no way 
he could have seen us, let alone our state of undress. 
Nobody would see us unless they were specifically 
searching for us, or knew we were in this particular 
layby. And nobody knew exactly where we were. So we 
could do whatever we wanted for the next hour or so.

I explained this to my sexy little partner, and she 
liked the idea very much. Obeying other people wasn't 
Lindsey's style, and I calculated the idea of total 
freedom and a chance to do something she couldn't risk 
at home would appeal to her.

We kissed again, and during the kiss one of her hands 
found and explored my erection in my jeans. It seemed 
to impress her. Well, it damn well should - it's a 
pretty impressive specimen when it's fully aroused, and 
this was definitely a full arousal scenario.

I traced her little flat belly down to her groin, along 
the outside edge of her trousers, and she jerked her 
pubes into my hand.

"Do you want to do some more?" I asked her.

"What, shag, yer mean?" she replied. 

"Could do, if you like. Or just explore down there..." 
I was faltering.

"I'm under age. I could get you done," she said.

"But you've told one of your mates you were going to 
shag me tonight."

"Oh, I didn't mean it. That's just pissing around. We 
always say that."

"And what about Joe Allen's party?"

She glared at me. Lindsey had famously lost her 
virginity very publicly at a party in the village when 
she was thirteen. (She was an early developer, and had 
set her sights on Joe Allen, the hottest property in 
the sixth form. Having gatecrashed the party she got 
very drunk, and ended up dancing topless in his lounge. 

Joe had achieved undying fame by popping her cherry on 
his bedroom floor, watched by his mates, and then left 
her to sleep off the drink while he made love to his 
proper girlfriend of the time on his parents' bed. This 
night had become something of a legend with us school 
kids, and was common knowledge amongst everyone under 
eighteen and carefully hidden from all parents. At 
least Joe had used a condom, and had screwed her gently 
and considerately, and had been very kind to her about 
it all afterwards. 

I know all this because I was one of the mates with him 
in the room, and it was the same party at which I'd got 
off with Alice later that night. Well, in the early 
hours of the morning, actually). It was the first time 
Lindsey had come to my notice, and I suppose it was 
that night, as much as her subsequent behaviour, which 
had set me against her.

"What the fuck d'ya want to bring that up for. I hate 
him. He's a dickhead."

"You didn't think so on the night. And it seems a bit 
odd for you to get precious about having sex under age 
with me when you were doing it with him at thirteen."

This was staring to move towards an argument, and I 
must admit I was quite enjoying this body in front of 
me and I was definitely willing to explore it further. 
So I pulled her towards me, kissed her again and again, 
and set to work on her chest and back. She relaxed into 
me, and unzipped my fly, setting my very engorged boner 
free.

I unzipped her trousers, but the angle she was sitting 
at meant that even undone, I couldn't access anything 
inside.

Lindsey was appreciating the size of my endowment.

"Fuck, that's big," was her compliment.

"Yes, but it won't stay that way unless I can get to 
you," I lied. 

We hastily pulled down her trousers and knickers, 
leaving one leg in them just in case we were disturbed. 
We resumed kissing, and she went back to massaging my 
tool, now lying hotly against her belly. I decided the 
easiest way to get to her interesting places was from 
behind, so I reached round her little bottom, and 
explored forwards until I met moistness and hair. 

She jumped as I first made contact with her vagina, and 
then jumped again as I eased her slit open with a 
finger. It took me a while to get the angle right, but 
eventually I got my middle finger aligned and she 
thrust herself back hard so that I was buried a couple 
of inches into her.

By this time she was thoroughly aroused, and she rode 
my finger for ages. It suited her fine - no risk of 
pregnancy or disease, and my finger was big enough, and 
her passage tight enough, to give her lovely 
sensations.

Eventually I had to do something. She'd abandoned my 
prick and was totally intent on her own sensations. I 
was only there to make her feel good. But the cum was 
starting to well up in my system and if we continued 
much longer I would erupt all over her (and me). That 
wouldn't be cool - premature ejaculation was nearly as 
much a social gaffe as being gay in our school, and any 
unplanned ejection would be talked about for months. 
Definitely a no-no.

So I warned Lindsey that I was close to coming.

"Don't you dare! Not over my fucking gear."

And she didn't stop her pumping on my finger for a 
second.

So I withdrew my finger. She turned on me angrily. 
"What the fuck you do that for. I was enjoying that, 
you moron."

"Look, there's a condom in the glove box. Get it 
quickly."

"You're not fucking coming in me. I can't get that 
inside me. It's too big. No way!"

"Lindsey, for God's sake get me the condom. It's hidden 
in a glasses case - yes, that's it."

I ripped the foil open and clumsily rolled the thing on 
my member. She poked and prodded it to see what it felt 
like with a rubber on. I Put my finger back into her; 
she was very wet and it slipped in like a charm. After 
a few seconds I pulled out and lifted her little body 
so the tip of my tool was level with her entrance.

"Pull your lips apart, and let's just put the top in," 
I said, more in hope than expectation.

"No fuckin' way!" She was adamant.

"Come on, I've looked after you for ages; now it's my 
turn. I won't go all the way in unless you want to, but 
I need to get the top in."

How's that for a desperate try-on?

"No way, you're too big."

"Look, just try to get the top in for a bit, then I'm 
going to lie you down across me and do you properly 
with my finger."

Reluctantly she pulled the lips of her vagina open and 
I carefully settled onto her. Her mound was partly 
shaven, but there were enough fine hairs round the lips 
to make entry uncomfortable. It seemed to take for ever 
to sort ourselves out, but at last the cockhead was 
pretty well all inside her. I gently lowered her, and 
told her to say if things started hurting.

And, of course, she moulded herself around me, and as I 
continued to gently lower her onto me, and distract her 
by nuzzling her tits while doing so, we eventually 
reached the point where I was completely inside her. 
She was uncomfortable, and I must have stretched her to 
the limit because she was amazingly tight around me.

"But you said only the head," she whimpered.

"But, look, you thought I wouldn't fit and now you've 
taken all of me. Aren't you impressed?"

And she was.

Of course, in stories like these we usually cheat and 
say we fucked for hours and both came at the same time 
in shuddering orgasms etc. But real life isn't like 
that. She was so tight, and warm, and I was so aroused 
that I came within a matter of seconds. Each time I 
pumped and bucked into her she squealed as the thrust 
opened her up still further. She wailed as she felt the 
hot sperm erupting deep inside her, and we both prayed 
the condom would hold. It felt as if I had come a pint 
or two inside her.

As I deflated I could feel come escaping out of the 
condom, so I pulled out fast. I had a tissue box in the 
side pocket by the door, so was able to mop up before 
Lindsey could start whining. Then I lifted her bottom, 
laid her out so her bum was on the driving seat and her 
head in my lap, and finger fucked her as hard as I 
could. I made free with her neck, her tits and her 
mouth as she thrust and bucked on my finger. She didn't 
do anything that was clearly an orgasm, but the 
certainly enjoyed herself.

All good things come to an end, and we cleaned 
ourselves up and got dressed, feeling rather sheepish 
now. At the back of my mind a voice was saying "what 
about Alice? You're a total pillock, man." I tried to 
blot it out.

Lindsey was quickly back to her old, grateful self.

"I could get you done. You've fucked someone underage. 
My dad..."

"Leave it out," I cut in on her. There's no proof we've 
done anything; you weren't a virgin and you're not 
pregnant. Besides, we've got the main school play next 
month. Play your cards right and we could be driving 
home each night it's on."

This was a wild shot - she wasn't yet definitely in the 
cast, and there would be no guarantee her parents would 
agree to my taking her. But it appealed to her self 
interest.

"I'll tell Alice you were unfaithful to her. Pack up 
with her and go out with me."

"No. Alice and I aren't seeing each other at the moment 
and, any way, you're going out with Kenny."

"Oh he's nothing. Since when did you and her split up?"

"This week. But you still won't say anything or I'll 
make life hell for you at school."

Alice was going away for the holidays to a relative in 
Spain, and would be leaving in a couple of days. With 
any luck Lindsey would have other priorities by the 
time she returned. It was my best hope.

The fog had lifted and it was now a clear, but still 
windy night. The gale was blowing itself out. It was 
time to get home. We drove in silence, grateful for the 
soothing inanities of the taped music from the car 
stereo, each preoccupied with our own thoughts.


POSTSCRIPT

Of course, Lindsey did blab about our having sex, not 
to Alice directly but to her friends, and Alice heard 
it on the grapevine. She confronted me, I had to 
confess, and I lost her. Serves me right. But it did me 
a favour because I put my head down and got on with my 
school work and I know that burst of concentration got 
me my place at University.

I didn't have sex with Lindsey again. I did ferry her 
to and from school in our big drama production, but 
either there was someone else in the car with us, or 
she was on her period, or we just weren't in the mood.

When I went to University everything changed - horizons 
broadened dramatically, and the village seemed - still 
does seem - unbearably constrained and parochial when I 
come home. I occasionally see Lindsey - she has her 
friends and doesn't need or want me, so we only say 
polite "hellos" as we pass.

But every time I drive along the High Road and pass the 
layby, I remember the details of that night as if it 
were yesterday...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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