He was awkward. His face kissed hers and he very hesitantly moved his hand down her side, banging it against the steering wheel of his father’s station wagon. She moved to meet him, more experienced, more confident. He was hard, so hard. She was soft, so soft. He moved his left hand even more clumsily, wanting her breasts. He breathed heavily and moved his mouth onto her neck and kissed there, fiercely, surprising himself by his own fierceness, his own boldness. She murmured something under her breath and moaned sweetly and almost silently.