You have to, right.

“Um, I would like to drive.” You say as she reaches for the door, which automatically unlocks it.

She stops, “I see. So I get a kiss? You have to ask you know.”

“Um. Would you like to kiss me?” You ask walking around the car to her side.

She shakes her head, “Silly. We both know I want kiss you. The question you need to ask is if you can kiss me.” She steps close, her right foot between yours. How is she so much bigger.

“C..can I kiss you?”

She leans into you, her leg now in your crotch. She grins, “Well now. I don’t think it is a coincidence that we are roomies after all. Progressive catholic school my ass.” She lifts your chin with the tip of her finger. Your lips brush lightly. She recoils just enough to get you to lean forward. Her lips part. They are sweet and salty. Her tongue invades your mouth, a tongue stud you hadn’t noticed flits about in your mouth. She pins you to the car. Her hand takes yours, sets it on her magnificent chest, you gently squeeze, her hand is in your hair. Another cups your perky behind. Your feet lift till you are on your toes in the heels, barely balancing on the front platform of the heel. Her heat is intense. You can feel her heart racing. Her arms wrap around you. The world spins. Your butt sets on the edge of the car. She nibbles at your neck. Breath heavy. “God. Why do I want to fuck you so much.” She breaks off the kiss and stumbles back a step. Wipes her mouth. “You need to order the pizza. We need to stop before we go to far. The car is push button. I have the fob. Just get in. Order the pizza then get in. I’ll give you directions.” She walks away, then back, around the car, hops in the passenger seat. “Order the pizzas.”

Your chin is wet. Your cock hard in your panties, the folds of the skirt hide it, probably. You fumble with your phone. “Right. What’s the name of the place again?”

“Franks.”

“Right.” You order three pizzas then climb in the car. She is close. The car is not small, but she is close, hand on her knee, left leg raised so her foot is on the edge of the seat, knee in the air. She has the seat back a bit. There is a look in her eye. Desire. You’ve never had anyone look at you like that before. The garage door is open, but you could close it. Make a move. Kiss her again.

Do you dare try something more?

Kiss her again.

Just go get the pizza.

Ask her what she meant about it not being a coincidence.