Jean turned to me. Touch it, she said. I looked at her and she held my stare firmly. You know what I mean, she said. I want to know if you'll dare. I put my hand on her knee and slid it under her skirt as far as the patch of bare skin between her stocking top and her knickers. It felt strange doing this with no opposition for once from the girl. I sensed she would not resist whatever I did. She was commanding me but she wanted me to use her. She parted her legs legs slightly. I reached up to her waist, gripped the top of her knickers and pulled them downwards. She raised her bottom from the car seat to help me. I tugged them all the way down to her shoes and then right off. They were standard white cotton as I expected. She was still watching me closely. I held the knickers up to my nose and inhaled deeply. Still she did not object. The mingled musky brown odours of secret female crevices filled my nostrils. I leaned forward to kiss her but she turned her mouth to one side. Touch it, she said. I lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it into her waist. Her full bush of black pubic hair was now exposed, framed by her stocking tops and her garter belt. I ran my hand up her thigh again and this time without pausing slid it between the lips of her cunt. She was already very, very wet although her face betrayed no excitement. Neither of us spoke. I put the tip of my forefinger under the hood of her clitoris but I didn't keep it there. I moved downwards to probe her vagina and then, as she eased herself forwards, slid my fingers down another inch and into her anus. She thrust herself down on my fingers so that they went deep inside her and sighed. Now she kissed me, her mouth locked wetly to mine as her anus writhed on my fingers, riding them and gasping noisily. It took her no longer than 30 seconds to cum with a grunt of satisfaction. A moment later she was all briskness and business, pulling her knickers back on and smoothing her skirt. Lick your fingers clean, she said, I don't want my bum smell on them when you're shaking hands with my parents. She started the engine and without another look at me drove the few hundred hards to her house where dinner was waiting.