Summer Crushed/Chapter 1.5a

You unlatch and open the driver's side front door of the Mustang to reveal the black leather interior. The musty smell of old car wafts into the garage.

"Come on, check it out!" You invite.

"You mean it?! I can sit in the driver's seat?"

She rushes forward and crawls into the car. Her little hands reach out and grip the steering wheel, feeling the worn grip of it.

"This is really, really cool. My parents never let me sit in the front of their cars!" She exclaims.

June mimes out steering the car as if she is racing. She leans forward a bit and grabs the shift lever, her top coming loose from her young budding body. From where you are standing, you have the perfect vantage point to see what's beneath her clothes.

You look down June's blouse.

You look away.