Few years ago the. I was 20, my friend was having her 21st birthday party in this pretty big ballroom in my city. My ride bailed last minute, and I started panicking. My only option was asking my older neighbor for a lift. He’s always been friendly, so I figured it was no big deal. He picked me up, and I was already feeling a little self-conscious in this tight-fitting red dress I’d spent way too much time putting on. He kept complimenting me, saying how amazing I looked, and the vibe started to shift from casual to flirting. By the time we were close to the venue the flirting was heavy, and one thing led to another. We ended up fucking in his car at the venue's parking lot. He finished on me, and it got all over the underside of my dress. The dress was a pain to get on, so before we fucked I just hiked it up. The whole night I could feel the fabric sticking to me as I walked or danced. I just ignored it and went on with my night.
