"But what I want," he said, ignoring her answer, "Is to be able to tell the truth when I tell my buddies that you and me parked for a while and had a good time. That shouldn't be a problem if you're just a straight girl who is saving her pussy for marriage. Only a dyke would have a problem with a little kissing, right? Or are you saving your mouth for marriage too?"

"Brian..." Ivy sighed, but she was trapped now, literally and figuratively as he backed her against a tree trunk. This time when he kissed her again, there was no escape. She kept her mouth closed against...