Freedom Pt 1 SeXStoRY

She was nervous as she wrung her hands beneath the steering wheel of her new car. It wasn't brand new; just new to her. It was exciting for her to be away from home for a few hours by herself, with no one to rush her to go home and no one to cut her time short when she wasn't ready. New driver's license and new car; the sensation of it all felt odd. It was the also the first time meeting the guy she was there in that parking lot to see. She wasn't going to meet him out there, but she was too nervous yet to step out of the vehicle and approach the restaurant. She loved this place: all-American hot fattening food. Her long brown wavy hair blew in her face a little since she had the windows down and the breeze brushed softly against her hair and face. She brushed the strands away, took a deep breath, and finally exited the vehicle. She was 24 years old, so why was she worried about getting caught. This is my second life, Cheyenne thought. The life no one is to know about. She twirled her keys on her index finger as she entered the restaurant. She stood near the doorway for a moment; it was a place that not many host/hostess really paid attention to. She wanted to wait a couple more minutes before entering the dining area. She was early anyhow. To be continued...(sorry, I can barely keep my eyes open now)