My high school boyfriend, Steve, and I had found a place to park and make out after cruising around some country roads and suburban parking lots looking for an appropriate place to be inappropriate. Keep in mind that we were teenagers before you ask me WHY we chose to go parking on high school grounds, but that’s where we found ourselves.
At some point we agreed the car was getting hot, so instead of turning the car ON, we got out and I sat up on the hood and we continued to get our freak on.
To be honest, we were both caught up in the moment and not at all paying attention to our surroundings or the people in them when all of a sudden BRIGHT LIGHT! BRIGHT LIGHT! we were blinded by a spotlight beaming directly on us.
There was nowhere for us to run. Two completely nekked white kids fucking on the hood of a mustang don’t have any choices, really. We were busted.
The cop was kind of a dick. He cut us zero slack. He made us stand there, at attention, next the car - while bugs bit us – and he acted like he was interrogating terrorists. In addition to the patrol car mounted-spotlight that still lit up the entire high school parking lot - and our bare backsides - he made sure to utilize all of his intimidation techniques by also shining his Mag-Lite in our faces as if he was trying to peer into our souls.
He started yelling at us.
Cop: “What are you doing?!”
Steve: “Nothing sir.”
Cop: “Well, that didn’t look like NUTHIN’!”
Then he looked directly at me and although he still sounded stern his face softened slightly as he asked:
“Are you ok? Do you want to be here?”
It took me a second to figure out what the question behind the question was. I just didn’t want either of our parents to find out, I hadn’t thought my answer would determine if Steve went away in handcuffs or not. (We were both still nekked, mind you.)
“Yes sir. I’m fine. This is my boyfriend. We were just messing around.”
He checked our licenses and looked in the car for alcohol (we’re STILL nekked!) and decided we really were 2 teenagers who actually were JUST messing around.
He lectured us for a good bit about trespassing and the dangers of hanging out in deserted parking lots at night. But, in the end, he did let us go without a citation or calling our parents. WHEW!
Then and ONLY THEN were we allowed to get back in our car and put our clothes on.
In total, including fucking on the hood of the car, we stood in the dark, with NO CLOTHES ON, getting bitten by mosquitoes, for 20 minutes.
Was there a lesson learned? Yes.
"If you’re going to fuck on the hood of a car on public property, keep at least half your clothes on."