exhibition

Over the course of my current relationship I've discovered the joys of fooling around in semi-public places.

It started when he lived with three other guys. We were just beginning to explore each other physically, the intensity of which was exponentially increased by the fact that it was my first time exploring ANYONE physically, and for a while there it was as if we'd morphed into anxious 14 year olds, trying to do it everywhere without getting caught.

My favorite story of ours ever involves our 'taste' for all things outdoors...
We had driven around after dinner until he took me to a neighborhood park he used to play in, where we sat on a dock on the man-made lake until it got dark. As the stars started to peek out out of the darkening sky, our barely-suppressed libidos started to make their grand entrance into our evening. We started making out on the bench, then against the railing.... then we retraced our steps along the path, christening every corner with a flurry of kisses, caresses...
We got to our cars sitting near the road in the parking lot for the park, where we continued the kissing intermittent with laughter and jokes. He had me up on the trunk of my car, standing between my legs as we wrestled for dominance with our lips. Then in the back of his car, with me straddling his lap and tongues entangled.
And was we started to really get into the heat of things, a pair of headlights blared through the back of his car window... headlights paired with red and blue flashes.
We quickly straightened ourselves out, muttering curses under our breath between giggles as we realized how cliche was our situation. Cliche for middle-schoolers.
A torchlight came bobbing towards his car, in the hands of a slightly bemused police officer, who told us that public parks are closed after dusk and asked us to kindly take our leave.

Now that time was eventful, but I think we one-upped that incident the other night, when we pulled his car over in front of a house in Bill Gate's neighborhood and I went down on him in the back seat. That, my friends, is a story slightly more grown-up, but keeping with the same theme as before; I love messing around where we can get caught.