Vixen Manor
With everyone at the house, you know you want to be at the lake. You drive with Claire to the lake a couple miles away. The shorelines are green and would be filled with picnicers were it not for the party. You shut off the motor, turn to Claire and, without a word, begin to undress her. She tries to pull away, but you manage to unzip her top, leaving her hanging in the wind. You toss her cap out the side of the car and brush her long hair away from her young face, but she grabs your wrists.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"I don't know," she replies softly, "I feel like I really should be at the party."
"The party is here," you say, pulling her upper body between you and the steering wheel. You kiss her neck, but she seems disengaged. You put your legs in the passenger side so you are now laying together, albeit uncomfortably. You bring her body up so that you are leaing against the door but have your face near her ho-hos.
"Wait," she says. You spy a bottle of champange behind the passenger seat.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"I don't know," she replies softly, "I feel like I really should be at the party."
"The party is here," you say, pulling her upper body between you and the steering wheel. You kiss her neck, but she seems disengaged. You put your legs in the passenger side so you are now laying together, albeit uncomfortably. You bring her body up so that you are leaing against the door but have your face near her ho-hos.
"Wait," she says. You spy a bottle of champange behind the passenger seat.