“I didn’t want to mistreat you”.

“It’s okay Shane… We’re all stressed up. It’s been a long day”.

“I don’t think you are a five-year old”, she feels the need to add and I can’t help but smile at her silly clarification.

I turn my head and she’s staring at me.

“I know you don’t”.

“I’m stressed up”, she says widening her eyes tragically.

“That’s right, you are”.

She keeps driving in silence. No more words. No more looks. And I feel a sudden heat burning me from the inside, consuming my body, growing and crackling between my legs. And when Shane stops the car in a desert parking lot and turns off the engine, I’m not surprised. I’m not surprised at all that Shane could read my mind just as easily as I read hers.

We turn around at the same time and there is just the dim yellowish light of a streetlamp glowing all over our bodies. And I grab the nape of her neck in that same second she grabs mine and we collide violently, kissing in urgency, in a deflagrating fever. The fear, the worry, the anxiety of this whole day turning suddenly into the most primal and carnal arousal, all poured into sex.

We rip each other’s clothes at the same time, the first two buttons of Shane’s shirt snap with a solid, deaf noise and my fingernails scratch the pale skin of her collarbone just when her hot lips start nibbling my neck. I gasp at the contact, clutching to the collar of her shirt, feeling her fingers stumbling over the zip of my jeans, pulling them down. They fall soundlessly under the seat and her hands are on my thighs. I get wet immediately.

I look for her mouth blindly, biting her bottom lip, making her wince, licking away the small drop of blood from the smallest of cuts, soothing it, running my tongue on her chin, meeting hers halfway as her fingers are now busy with my panties.

I unzip her jeans and push my hand into her shorts and her breath becomes uneven and shaky. Her head goes down and I feel her mouth closing on my nipple, biting hard, making me moan in a noisy breath.