Samantha paced across her bedroom as she waited for Trent to call. Thoughts of being caught sneaking out filled her head and she grew more nervous. Even though she was eighteen, her parents were still very strict.
Suddenly her cell phone rang. Samantha's heart pounded as she answered. The caller id read: "Trent." She cleared her throat and opened the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey. What's up?"
"Not a lot, you?"
"Not too much. I'm almost there. Are ya' ready?"
"Pretty much. You know where to stop, right?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Okay. Um, I'll meet you out there, okay?"
"'Mkay. I'll be waiting."
"Bye."
"Bye."
As Samantha hung up the phone, she sighed heavily. Before walking out of her room, she turned off the lamp and grabbed her purse. The house was dark and quiet. Samantha worried that her stepfather would come downstairs and catch her trying to sneak out. Holding her shoes in one hand and her purse in the other, Samantha crept down the stairs leading to the family room. It was dark and quiet in there as well. She pulled her shoes on in silence and slowly opened the door. It creaked slightly. Samantha's heart raced as she closed it behind her.
Part of her felt guilty for sneaking out and disobeying her parents, but she continued on. Branches crunched under Samantha's feet as she walked up the hill alongside her house. Taking one final look back, she stared into the windows. No one. Nothing. Streetlights glowed against the road and outlined Trent's car. Samantha bit her lip as she reached it. She opened the door and closed it as she stepped inside.
"Hi," Samantha said in a nervous tone.
"Hey," Trent replied.
Trent drove down the street and Samantha watched her house as they passed. Still, she saw no one. Trent pressed his hand into Samantha's. He tightened his grip and smiled.
"Where are we goin'" Samantha asked curiously.
"I don't really know. Somewhere dark, I guess."
"Oh. Okay."
They continued to drive for 20 or so minutes until Trent finally pulled off onto a dark street. He scanned the area and unbuckled his seatbelt. Samantha quielty unbuckled her's.
"Do you want to sit in the back seat and talk?," Trent asked.
"Sure," Samantha replied.
Trent slipped off his shoes and climbed into the back. As he fell back onto the seats he grabbed Samantha's hand. She used her feet to pull off her shoes and climbed over the seat. She giggled as she struggled to get over. Trent laughed as he watched. When she settled, she smiled.
"Hey, come here," Trent said as he pulled Samantha closer.
She giggled and leaned against his chest. Trent pushed Samantha's long hair aside and nuzzled her neck. Samantha closed her eyes in joy and sighed. She turned and pressed her lips against his. His tongue slipped into her mouth and Samantha moaned lightly. Trent pulled away and sank his teeth into her neck. A deep moan escaped Samantha's lips and she wrapped her arms around Trent's shoulders. He sucked and continued to bite her neck. She felt slight pain under the vast amount of pleasure he was giving her.
"Moan my name, Sammy," Trent begged.
"Ooh Trent. God, it feels so good. Keep biting me," Samantha replied as she continued to moan.
He obliged and bit her neck harder. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her head back. Samantha yelped lightly and closed her eyes. Trent's hand slid across her shirt and he began to caress her breasts. Kissing her lips again, Trent pulled Samantha's tank down and pushed his hand into her bra.