The windows of my old car are steaming up. I’m breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling.

Dan is next to me, his massive and muscular body turned towards me from the passenger seat. He’s over six feet tall and easily 200 pounds of solid muscle.

His hair is a gorgeous brown, with just enough wave to it. His eyes are a piercing blue that seem to see right through me.

“It’s so great seeing you again,” says Dan, looking right into my eyes.

“You, too,” I say, hoping I don’t sound too breathless with desire.

We’re parked at the edge of a deserted park. The dark trees rise up around us, and if the windows weren’t fogged, we’d be able to see the bright stars in the pitch-black sky.

“We never got to spend much time together in high school,” says Dan.

“It’s almost midnight,” I say.

“Won’t you stay out with me a little while longer?”

I nod my head shyly. “Of course,” I say, my voice almost a whisper.

“You’ve become so beautiful,” says Dan.

I don’t know what to say. It feels like my voice is stuck. I can’t believe he’s telling me I’m beautiful! I can’t believe it! These thoughts race through my head, exploding like firecrackers.

Dan was the football star in high school. Every girl wanted him, and he seemed to want them all.

I want to tell him that I can’t believe he’s sitting in the car with me here at midnight. I want to tell him that he’s the most beautiful, handsome, hot man I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to tell him so many things, but instead, I say something inane, because I don’t know what else to say.

“So you really like college, then?” I say.

“Sure,” says Dan, laughing. “It’s amazing. I’ve got a ton of friends from the football team, and Coach really likes me. The parties are amazing. You should think about visiting sometime.”

“I’d really like that,” I say.

“Plus,” says Dan. “It’s nothing like high school. People aren’t as divided into cliques the way they were. In college, you’re just who you are. People don’t judge you.”

“That’d be nice,” I say, laughing nervously.

Dan was the star jock in high school, the popular kid. We were in the same class, but we rarely talked, even though we lived on the same block. I was the shy nerd, the good student. I was on the total opposite social spectrum from Dan.

I never thought he’d look my way. I never thought he’d be looking at me as he is now, only inches away from me in the steamed up car.

“I’m glad we had you and your dad over for dinner tonight,” says Dan.

“Me too,” I say.

I’m trying to stay calm on the outside, but inside my mind is racing with anxiety. I want so desperately to kiss him. But does he want me? Could he possibly want me?

I can’t believe I’m sitting so close to him.

Does he notice my rapid breathing? Does he see my nipples?

Dan is home from college for Thanksgiving, and because of my dad’s situation, his family invited us over for dinner. Dan somehow wrangled me into driving him to the store, and then suggested we drive to this deserted park, and that’s why we’re here now.

Dan’s in his first year at college, at the big university, Cratemore, playing football on a scholarship. I should be at college too now, but I’m at home taking care of my dad.

“You know,” says Dan. “I meet a lot of girls at school…”

I hold my breath. Where is he going with this? He doesn’t want me after all? My pulse feels like it’s skyrocketing again, my heart beating fast. I worry that I’ll break into a cold sweat.

I want him. I want him so much, like no one else I’ve ever seen.

“But you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” says Dan.

My heart stops for a moment. I can’t believe my ears. I open my mouth but no words come out.

Dan chuckles. “I’m serious,” he says. “It’s not just some line.”

“I know it’s not,” I say, finally finding my voice.

Dan gazes into my eyes. He’s leaning in, across the gap between our seats that now seems impossibly large.

He places his large, strong hand gently on my shoulder.

His massive chest is coming towards me. His mouth is just an inch from mine, getting closer and closer.

I bring my lips to meet his, and he kisses me, and I kiss him back. It’s the most incredible sensation, but I’m almost distracted from it by thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening! I can’t believe it! Dan! I’m making out with Dan!”

Dan’s lips are just perfect. His hand is brushing across my shoulder, towards my breasts, and I’ve never wanted someone to touch me more. Come on, I think, touch me. I need to feel you on my breasts, on my chest. I need you to feel my hard nipples and massage me and I need you to make me moan.

Is his cock hard? I want to reach out and touch it like I’ve never wanted anything before. I want to swallow up his hard cock, wrapping my lips around it. I want him inside me, deep inside me, thrusting into me as he makes me moan, as he grunts in pleasure.

There’s a loud rapping sound at my window.

“What was that?” says Dan, pulling away from me.

I already long for Dan’s lips again to be on mine. He feels so far away now, and I feel alone, so alone. He’s less than a foot from me in the passenger’s seat, but it feels like miles.

Who’s at the window? I’m terrified. My heart is pounding, about to leap through my chest.

“Roll down the window,” says a commanding voice from the outside.

“I think it’s the police,” says Dan, sounding calm himself. “Come on, roll it down. It’s fine.”

But the fact that it’s the police doesn’t make me feel any easier. Aren’t we breaking the law by being here? We’re not supposed to be at this park after hours, especially not at midnight.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” I whisper to Dan.

“It’s fine,” says Dan, grinning at me.

I take him at his word and start to roll the window down. The car is an old beater, all that I can afford, and the window makes crunching sounds as it rolls down.

Sure enough, it’s a tall police officer shining a light in our faces.

“License and registration,” he says, not sounding the least bit friendly.

“Officer,” I say, my voice pleading. “I’m sorry. I know we’re here after hours, but…”

“License and registration,” says the officer, sounding even less friendly than before.

He’s going to arrest us. I know it. I’m going to have to have my sick dad come down to the jail and bail me out, and who knows how much this is going to cost me. It could be thousands of dollars, and it could go on my permanent record. I don’t even have a record, and now I’m going to have a criminal one. I’ll have to let my potential future employers know I have a criminal record. I’ll never get a job again.

“Sir,” I say. “I can explain…”

“It’s OK, Chloe,” says Dan in a soothing voice.

“Step out of the car,” says the officer, almost shouting at me.

I start to cry.

“Step out of the car,” he says.

Like a robot, I do what he says, opening the car door that squeaks on its rusty hinges. I’m certain this is the end of any opportunities I’ll ever have.

“Both of you. Step out of the car.”

I’m standing in the cold, shivering, with the officer towering above me. He shines the bright light in my face and I go blind for a moment.

I’m just waiting for the handcuffs to be slapped around my wrists.

Now he shines the light at Dan.

“Dan!” he suddenly says, his whole tone changing. Now he doesn’t sound like a strict and gruff police officer. “Is that you, Dan?”

“Yup,” says Dan, holding up his hand against the blinding light.

“Sorry,” says the officer, lowering the light. “Man, I can’t believe that’s you, Dan. You used to kill it on the field at Randolph High. You’re playing for Cratemore, now, right?”

“That’s right, sir. Starting linebacker.”

It turns out the police officer is a huge football fan, and he’s been following Dan since his freshman year at Randolph High. And he’s a huge college sports fanatic, and watches every one of Cratemore’s games.

“I know you all are going to make it to the championship this year,” says the officer.

“I sure hope so,” says Dan, looking impossibly cute, impossibly hot as he says it.

The red and blue siren lights of the cop car are still flashing, and I’m still feeling anxious.

But, without even checking our papers, the officer bids us a good night, and tells us to be more careful next time.

“Give ‘em hell in the next game,” he says, waving at us jovially, before turning to his police car.

“Nice guy,” says Dan, getting back into the car.

“I thought he was going to arrest us for sure,” I say.

“Nah,” says Dan.

With the anxiety fading, my desire for Dan returns, and it returns strong. I want his lips to be on mine again, and I want his hands on me. I want him.

But I figure we can’t exactly sit here in the car. The officer was nice, but he’s clearly waiting for us to leave the deserted park, so I crank the engine and drive slowly towards home.

I don’t know where to go. Will it seem like I want Dan too much if I pull over the car and just start making out with him again? The spontaneity of the park moment is long gone, and I just can’t figure out the strategy of it this time… How did Dan make it seem so casual?

“Well,” I say awkwardly as I pull up to Dan’s house. “Here we are.”

I look over at Dan and he’s staring at me and grinning.

“You want to come in?” he says.

“Oh,” I say, conscious that I want to come in more than anything in the world. “But what about your parents?”

But that makes me sound like I want him! I think to myself, nearly screaming at myself in my head.

Dan chuckles. “They’re asleep,” he says.

I’m going to do it, I think to myself. I’m going to go in, and I can barely wait until I wrap my fingers around his hard, naked cock. I can almost see it before me, massive and hard in my imagination.

I stare ahead of me, out the windshield, looking at the cold white glow from the streetlights.

Suddenly, I remember I need to get home. My dad’s going to be needing his medication before he goes to bed. Shit, it’s always something.

“Sorry,” I say. “I really would like to, but my dad… I need to get home…”

“Oh,” says Dan. “That’s OK. I understand. It must be really hard for you, with him being sick and all…”

I nod my head stiffly.

“Well,” says Dan. “I’m not heading back to school for another few days. Want to hang out tomorrow?”

“Of course,” I say.

“Great,” says Dan, kissing me again full on the lips.

We almost fall into another intense make out session, but I force myself to pull away from him, saying I’ve really got to get going.

Dan winks at me as he gets out of the car, and I watch him jogging lightly up to his parents’ house.

I drive back in silence to my dad’s house, where I sit in the car in the driveway, thinking about tonight, and, honestly, dreading the moment I have to go in and see my dad. Each day, his illness gets more severe and harder to take. It’s just hard seeing him deteriorate like this right before my eyes, no matter what I do.