It was a lovely spring night, but it was a little warm inside. Jennie Finch was having a great time dancing with her boyfriend Pete. Like Jennie, Pete was an athlete, a really rugged guy. And he looked very dashing in the suit he wore.

Jennie wore a strapless, silky, green floor-length dress that showed just a little bit of her ample cleavage. She felt particularly elegant in that evening dress. It hugged her curves in all the right places. Her blonde hair fell down her back.

Pete grabbed her by the hand and they rushed to the middle of the floor. It was a slow dance. As the music began to play, they swayed to the rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Jennie moved in close to Pete, being sure to rub against him.

The room was a whirl of color and noise, but Jennie didn’t care. All that mattered to her was the warmth of Pete’s hand and the beat of his heart next to hers.

“Dip me,” she whispered. She kissed him, dipping so low she half-thought her boobs would burst out of her dress. She smiled. A little later, she thought.

The song ended. “I think it might be a good time to leave,” Jennie said. Pete nodded.

They hurried outside into the cool night air. Jennie was holding onto Pete tightly. She wrapped herself around him and kissed him.

In short order, their car arrived. Pete helped Jennie into the back and slipped in next to her. As they drove through the empty streets, the lights of the city faded behind them. The neon lights surrendered to the soft light of streetlamps, stretching long shadows across the pavement. The anticipation grew with every passing mile, thick and palpable inside the car.

Jennie sat with her leg against his.