After the concert, you both walk back to your brother's car.

Well, his old car, really. His shiny Mustang... he doesn't trust you with it. It's not personal. He trusts no one with even approaching his baby, pride of his weekends. The 1978 King Cobra, with her T-top design, her hood decal, her metal-spoked wheels... her dash insert... when he speaks of the car, he's like a lover dreaming of his girl. Understandably so... but your girl has better curves. As Alexandria reaches the car, she turns around and smiles sexily. She beckons to you with her finger, and you know that if she keeps teasing you, you'll end up in jail for public indecency after fucking her right on the hood of the car. At least, no risk of ruining it, the old Ford can take it. It's probably seen worse, actually.

But she doesn't push too many buttons, she merely pulls you in and kisses you. A very, very serious kiss. You realise it's your first kiss you share with her as your heart goes into an uncontrollable spiral, but as she presses her lithe body against you, her long legs, her short skirt, her tight blouse, her... you can't take it... you blush as she presses into a powerful erection. She feels your excitation and she half laughs, half purrs. She whisper to your ear that you should leave before it gets worse... but that she's very flattered. And as you sit in the car, she looks you in the eye, and very slowly undoes the two top buttons on her blouse. You stop breathing... but she just laughs and leans over, kisses your cheek... and orders you to drive her home.