I was driving into town to pick up some groceries when I pulled up the the traffic lights. The lights turned red, and as I rolled to a stop there was a girl waiting to cross the road -- slim, sporty build, ripped jeans, a blank band t-shirt for a band I didn't know and a boyish haircut of dyed cherry-red hair. I checked her out absent-mindedly -- almost as a reflex upon seeing an attractive girl rather than any conscious decision or desire. As my gaze made it's way up her slender body to her face we made eye contact. Her green eyes outlined in black eyeliner locked on mine. I blushed slightly at having been caught checking her out, but she held the eye contact for just long enough to make me feel uncomfortable. As the lights for the pedestrians changed and a few people started to cross the street I averted my eyes in a conscious decision not to try not to watch her as she crossed in case she thought I was some kind of pervert. Because of this I didn't notice that she hadn't in fact crossed the street at all until my passenger side door opened on she slipped inside and sat down.
"Where we going?" she said.
"Um...well I was just going into town to get some groceries". I was too taken aback to question why the hell this stranger had just into my car.
"Cool. That'll do" she said. The lights turned green and not knowing what else to do I set off driving with my unexpected new passenger. She reached and turned the radio dial to a rock station. There was something about her confidence -- she didn't ask if she could change the channel any more than she had asked for a ride -- that I simultaneously admired and found a little unnerving.
She asked me questions as we drove, how old I was, where I lived, what I did for work -- which I did my best to answer, but her questions were so quickfire it was hard for me to ask anything about her in return, so it felt more like an interrogation that a conversation.
"Um...how old are you?" I finally blurted out. It had been playing on my mind since she got in the car. What if I'd accidentally picked up a minor? Even though I had no intention of making any moves on her and even though I hadn't really had any choice in the matter, it still felt like something that could land me in a lot of trouble.
"How old would you like me to be?" she said playfully, but with a hint of mischievous menace.
"...I was just asking..." I said.
"Is there a specific age you need me to be for something you want?" She said, with more mischief.
"No, no, not at all, I was just wondering" She watched my face contort as she toyed with me.
"Relax old man, I'm eighteen" she laughed, but I must not have looked convinced.
"Oh...wait! You don't believe me do you! Do I have to get my ID out mister? Would you like that? Like they do at the start of those creepy just-turned-eighteen-barely-legal-tiny-teen-virgin's first-time pornos on the internet? Do you watch those a lot?" My face must have turned bright red, and she laughed at my embarrassment.
"You sick fucker! You do watch them don't you! Well calm down mister, I'm not that kinda girl". She said, patting my patronisingly on the leg. It was then that I realised to my horror that despite my embarrassment and the awkwardness of the situation, there was a very visible bulge in my pants that made it quite clear I was rock hard with excitement. I was really quite glad when she changed the subject.
