Your challenge for this Friday, 5-25-12, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 100-135 words. I would also like you to please use this phrase in your submission:
"...the scent of [noun]..."
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Test Drive

My father held out his keys to his baby, a shiny black 1953 Cadillac Fleetwood.  Billy swallowed hard.

                “Bring it back like you took it,” Dad said, slapping Billy on the back.

                The dance was a bust and Billy drove to the overlook at the gorge.  He took off his blue tux jacket and laid it on the leather back seat.  I sat down and rested my head on his shoulder.  The smell of leather and my corsage was intoxicating.

                He laid me down and I pulled off my panties.  He fucked me on the leather seat and the sound of the springs mingled with our grunts and moans.

                “It was a great ride,” Billy said as he handed Dad the keys.  “Can’t wait to take it out again.”

End of the Day

He stepped over to me and grabbed my hips.

                “Comere,” he said slurring the words into one.  He pulled me close and kissed me.  His breath smelled of old beer and tasted of stale cigarettes.  His beard was rough and scratchy.  “I want something.”

                “Yeah?  What makes you think you can have anything.”

                “I’ve been waiting all day.”

                We’d been to this point before.  Part game.  Part dare.  I turned and stepped away.

                “Not so quick”, he said, as his hand slapped at my ass.  “I told you I want something.”

                I took another step and he grabbed my waist and pushed me to the stairs.  He slid my panties down and I heard his zipper.  His cock was between my cheeks.

                My knees rubbed against the cheap rough and scratchy carpet as he thrust into me.

                I was glad that he wanted something.