blouse and his fingers on my breasts, moving over my
nipples, lifting the blouse so he could bring his lips to
them.
"You want to go into the backseat?" he asked.
That was supposed to be my demand, but I was too
deep in thought. Anyway, this was no longer
happening the way Karen envisioned it would. "I thought we were going to talk about Karen,"
I said, "talk about what we could do to help her." "What can we do? She's gone. Running off. She
just wanted to be sure you and I were together before
she left us. She cared about you."
His hands were under Karen's skirt. He lifted it
a bit and looked.
"Wearing your bikini panties?" he asked,
continuing to explore with his fingers. "I guess she
was telling the truth. You guys did share everything " "Wait," I said, pushing on his chest. I moved
enough to the right to get out from under him and pull
myself back into a sitting position.
"What?"
"Why did you say your bikini panties?" "Because they're yours, right? What's the difference?" he asked, moving toward me again and bringing his lips to my neck. "I've got what we need. I
know you are concerned about it. Let's get into the
backseat. C'mon. You said you didn't have much
time."
This wasn't right. None of this felt right, and it
wasn't because I was frightened or because I believed
virginity was something to save. Karen couldn't accuse me of having those reasons to be reluctant. I
didn't like the way he was rushing us, acting as if I
had come solely for one purpose. It made me feel
cheap and him a hypocrite. He wasn't with me
because he felt I was special. He was with me because
he believed I was easy.