#370036 - My aroma of recent sex and current arousal was part of it, but I kept rubbing my legs together to try and subtly get at the pleasure-inducing nub, and every time I stretched out my tiredness, my rock-hard nipples pressed through the thin fabric of my summer dress. He started to remove something from his pocket, and I leaped out of bed and rushed for the door. (Did I just dream it, or did I feel my dad’s hand sliding up my inner thigh as I sat there seemingly unconscious in the passenger seat?) As soon as I stumbled through the door, I grabbed a towel and headed straight for the shower, partly to wake me up and partly because I bloody needed it! All kinds of nastiness coated my skin, not just from a couple of hours of copulation, but everything that had come before – beer and fizzy drinks and pizza grease and dust and badly applied make-up, and all the other accoutrements of a teen girls’ sleepover.