Rosie Webster had celebrated her eighteenth birthday two days ago, and even now she was still feeling the worse for wear. She had gone out with some of her friends that night and had ended up at a club where they all drank themselves stupid.
Rosie ended up with a stinking head ache, threw up in the street and vowed never to drink again.
Now, two days later, here she was again just leaving the same club in Manchester at 11.30 at night, yet again feeling the worse for wear through drink. Rosie had over the last couple of years turned into a very attractive young woman. She had a nice figure, small to medium sized beautifully formed breasts, great legs and a face most people would describe as pretty. All in all, she looked great.
She was wandering down the road when a minicab pulled up alongside her and a voice shouted.
"Do you need a lift?"
"Piss off you pervert." shouted Rosie back at the cab.
"Oh, thanks Rosie." said Steve. "And here I was trying to be nice to you and offering you a lift."
"Oh Steve, God I'm sorry, I didn't realise it was you." replied Rosie.
"Come on then, get in the car." ordered Steve.
Rosie reached for the handle but missed and hurt her knuckles on the door.
"O fuck." cursed Rosie
"Language young lady." exclaimed Steve "I didn't know you knew such language."
"I know it, I can spell it, I've done it and I'd love to do it with you." slurred Rosie as she got into the cab and slumped down in the front seat alongside Steve.
"I don't think you're in any state to know what you want young lady." said Steve as he pulled away.
Instead of heading for Coronation Street where Rosie still lived with her mum and dad, Steve headed for the Red Rec, the local park. Rosie was now silent having passed out in the passenger seat.
When Steve pulled up at the Red Rec it was pitch black and deserted, the only light was that from the full moon.
Steve's intentions had been completely honourable in bringing Rosie to the park as he intended to walk her round until she gained some semblance of being sober and being able to put two words together to make a sentence before he took her home.
He looked over at Rosie and couldn't help but notice that she had grown into a very desirable young woman. As she slumped in the seat her low cut top was sagging slightly and as Steve looked down he could just see Rosie's left nipple tucked in her black lace bra. As his eyes wandered further down he noticed that her short skirt had ridden up and he could also see a bit of her black lace panties.
"Stop perving Steven" he said to himself and he shook Rosie to wake her up.
"Oh, what's the matter? Are we home yet?" asked Rosie.
"No." said Steve. "I've brought you to the Red Rec."
"Ooh, are you going to have your wicked way with me?" giggled Rosie.
"No I'm not." said Steve. "As nice as that sounds. I intend to get you sober before I take you home."
"Boring." moaned Rosie and slumped over Steve with her head in his lap.
Normally Steve would love to have a women's head in his lap and the thought of what Rosie could do to him in that position nearly gave him an instant erection, but he fought it, opened the car door and got out.
Steve walked round to the other side of the car and pulled Rosie out. He held her up and then started walking her round and round the car.
There was a fairly strong breeze and the effect of the wing in her face quickly brought Rosie round.
"Oh, I'm sorry Steve. Am I a real pain?" asked Rosie.
"Yes you are." replied Steve. "But a very pretty pain."
