It started with Dungeons and Dragons

How many glasses of wine had she had? Four? Six? She lost count after three, and didn't care to keep count. All she knew was that she was good, and past buzzed, which was quite obvious to her friends as her giggles became more frequent, and she had all together given up trying to knit anything with clumsy fingers and heavy eye lids.
Not that it mattered now, everyone was going home. The game was over for the night, and she was glad that she would get the chance to be away from Mike for a little while. It would allow her to sort out all of these feelings, if that's what one would call them.
“I'll drive Mel home.” The words sliced through the air like a hot knife as brown hues moved to Mike. He was offering to take her home. And what would he do in the car? When they got to her house? The thought had her mind reeling and her body unwillingly excited.
“Are you sure? She can crash here, it's cool.” She heard Ross say. There you go. She could stay here. Calm washed over her for that moment.
“I don't mind, really.” Mike then responded before he was moving to the slightly inebriated Melanie and gently taking her arm. “I'll bring her back in the morning so she can get her car.” He'd then state before he was soon leading the jacketed young woman out of the apartment and into the cold.
She hated not being warm enough, noticeable by her shivering and deep frown as the biting cold wind bit into the skin of her face, her arms soon crossing as she spoke.
“I wouldn't have minded staying the night here Mike.” She soon stated... Maybe she could talk him out of taking her home?
“But I would have.” He'd soon retort, and before she could say anything, she felt something large and warm covering her upper half... Mike's coat.
“Mike! You're going to get sick out here without a coat!” It was her automatic response. He would catch his death in this cold ass weather without a coat.
“I'll be alright.” He soon state, and before long they were in his car... and riding. Listening to the radio as they rode in silence. She felt she must have drifted in and out of sleep a few times before they got to her house, because before she knew it, he was opening her door and helping her out of the car. But upon stepping out... She blinked.
“Snow.” It was all she could say. Because despite it being early December, that's what seemed to be falling from the sky. Small white flakes of lace. It was as she glanced around that her gaze fell onto the face of Mike, who seemed to be, not entranced with the snow, but with her reaction to it, causing, despite herself, a deep blush. “What?”
“Nothing...” He said it quietly... and she wasn't sure if he'd done so because it was so late, or because he was getting closer to her. All she knew was that she suddenly felt her back pressed lightly against the car before once more, his lips were covering hers. But unlike the last two, this union was less lustful. It was like the first... gentle and unsure. But at the same time, confident.
She wasn't sure how long he kissed her there in the snow, nor did she know just when she started to kiss back. What she did know, was that as the minutes passed, the kissed became slightly more heated as she felt herself more tightly pressed against that car, and more desperation in his kiss. She couldn't help the aroused moan that came from her throat at the feeling.
His lips left hers after a few more moments, and were soon trailing over her jaw to her ear, where her lobe was nibbled and sucked upon, sending a rather pleasant sensation through her as a moan escaped her free lips. That felt too good. It must have been the wine. His hands seemed to begin roaming her body, running down her back and over her thighs. Up her sides, and soon, a hand was landing on a large mound, and gently squeezing. Obviously experimenting for a reaction. And it was a moan.
She couldn't help herself! Something about those damn kisses... those damn lips made her forget everything! And she felt those lips soon moving to her neck, licking and nipping at her skin before she could hear grunted words from him.
“I want you Mel. Right now.”
She could never have found anything else that sounded more erotic in her life then that sentence. And at her lack of response, and her failure to push him away, his hands continued forward. She felt them slip between them briefly to undo her pants, and before long a cold hand was inside, slipping straight into her silken panties and finding her spot.
The chill of his hand caused a gasp, but it was soon followed by a throaty moan as he began working his fingers over her bare slit, moving them over her pleasure pearl, dipping them into her moistening entrance. It was amazing feeling. It had her head falling back, exposing her neck all the more to his lips. And he seemed to take full advantage of tasting every bit of skin he could. Licking, nipping, kissing every inch of that neck exposed to him while his hand worked inside her pants, and other other was working at his own.
Hearing his pants open didn't bother her... Even feeling the poke of his released member didn't bother her. None of it seemed to as long as he kept doing what he was doing. And then she felt it. Pants and underwear were soon falling from her person, onto the damp ground from fresh snow. The bareness made her shiver, but she didn't want to stop. She didn't want to at all!
It felt like torture when his hand left her private spot, only to move down between her thighs. The action puzzled her for a moment until he was lifting her thigh up, exposing her hot core to the cold world, and causing a chill to move through her. But the cold was soon replaced as he moved between her thighs, and pressed his member into her.
They both moaned, heads falling back at the intense feeling. She was surprised to feel such girth from him. She'd never have thought that of him honestly. But it felt amazing all the same. He remained still for a long moment. But the moment soon ended as he began pumping in and out of her, using the car as leverage as his pace quickened after each motion, eliciting moans from her, as well as him.
She didn't care anymore. She moaned out his name, and asked for more. She wanted more of it, harder, and now. And as she demanded, he obeyed, much to his own pleasure as well as hers.
It felt amazing. Nothing short of amazing as she felt the pleasure quickly rising within her... flowing over her before she was soon moaning out loudly, that climax hitting her like a tidal wave of ecstasy. She felt his motions continue before shortly later he was yanking out, and moaning loudly. He'd pulled out.
They were left, breath heaving for a few long minutes, her holding tightly onto him, her pants still down, and him, with his member still out. But as she pulled back to look up at him, he seemed.... embarrassed.
“What's wrong?” it was all she could breathlessly ask as he soon pulled from her, and was pushing his now completely limp organ into his pants, and zipping up. He seemed... flustered. Ashamed almost.
“I shouldn't have done that.” He'd soon state with a firm frown as he looked to her, and without another thought was bending down, and pulling up her panties and pants in one swoop and even buckling them for her.
“What are you talking about?” She couldn't help but ask... was he kidding?! That was the most amazing, and erotic thing to have ever happened to her! The snow was still falling even. It was hot, and slightly romantic!
“I took advantage of you... while you were drunk.” He'd soon state, looking away from her before soon moving around the car. “I need to go.” He soon stated, and without so much as a goodbye, was soon starting the car up, and driving away. He didn't even take the jacket he'd put on her back.
All she could do was stand out there in the snow, her mind not only wandering over the amazing thing that had just happened, but also about his reaction to it. And for that matter, her reaction to it.