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tonight.”
    “That’s what I’m here for.”
    “I thought you were here to play music?”
    “Well, that too, though you really messed me up for the rest of the night with all those things you said you were going to do to me. I had a hard time concentrating on the songs.”
    She frowned, and I prepared myself for disappointing news.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked.
    “I forgot that I have class early in the morning, and I can’t risk missing it again.”
    It was my turn to frown.
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “Can I make it up to you Saturday night?”
    I nodded. I was let down, but I understood how important school was. Before I could say anything, however, she put her finger on my lip to quiet me.
    “You know, I’ve never christened the backseat in this baby. You wouldn’t be against a quickie, would you?”
    “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?”
    She looked around to make sure we were alone, then reached under her skirt and slid off a pair of white lace thong panties. “That’s half the fun.”
    She handed the panties to me and climbed into the backseat. I didn’t give it a second thought.
    The backseat of a Mustang is not exactly the most comfortable of places to make love. I had a brief flashback to high school and Tracy Bonani in the back of my beat up ‘78 Camaro during a double feature at the long gone Wamesit Drive-In in neighboring Tewksbury. The difference this time was I wouldn’t grope around like an idiot, and Karen blew Tracy away in the looks department.
    The whole scene struck me as funny. Screwing my girlfriend in the backseat of her car in a public parking lot was something, up until recently I never would have considered doing. Things like this are looked down upon in the Air Force, especially for an officer. I’d done some pretty wild things in my military days but nothing that could get me arrested.
    I was trying to loosen up and, as Karen liked to say, pull the military stick out of my ass. Sex in a downtown Lowellparking lot was a big step in going civilia n not that military folks didn’t do things like this. Hell, I’m pretty sure I did it in this very parking lot at least once or twice when I worked the door for Max in college. 
    We kissed passionately, the kind of kiss lovers share when the heat is new and still exciting. I fumbled in anticipation with the buttons on Karen’s blouse, unclipped her front-loading white lace bra, and let her firm ample breasts spill out into my eager hands. She had areolas the size of a nickel and the chill in the air made her nipples hard like an eraser on a pristine number two pencil.
    She slid her hand between our bodies and undid my belt and zipper, then helped me pull off my jeans and underwear. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a condom, unwrapped it and expertly rolled it onto me. She held the wrapper up for me to see in the dim moonlight.
    “Ribbed for my pleasure.” She laughed, throwing it onto the floorboard.
    Hiking up her skirt, Karen climbed on my lap and mounted me. She moved her body up and down rhythmically, letting out a slight moan each time. We moved faster and faster, and her breathing grew quicker. She bit my bottom lip, and I grabbed her hair and pulled her head away to kiss her neck. She leaned in, kissed me hard, and our tongues intertwined as we inched closer to climax. The car windows had steamed up, and I couldn’t see outside. I didn’t need to. Everything I needed at the moment was right inside that car.
     
    * * * *
    Ten minutes later, she lay in my arms snuggling post coitus.
    “I wish I could stay here with you all night,” she said as she reached over and drew a heart with our initials in it on the fogged window.
    I had no idea what to say; I was overwhelmed. Somewhere the line between infatuation and love started to blur. There were no more words exchanged between us, it was a near perfect moment until a sudden rapping on the window ruined it.
    The beam of a flashlight burned through the