Abby smiled against Michael's lips, her toes flexing into the floorboards as he brought his lips gently to hers.  He seemed the tiniest bit hesitant, and she hoped that her technique wasn't that bad.   She'd done some living in the past few months, but the kind of boys she'd been allowed to date back home had either been stiff and awkward or gone at her like hungry wolves.<br/><br/>She reached up to lay a hand lightly on his shoulder, tilting her head just enough to get a better angle of lips against lips.  It registered somewhere in the back of her mind that she heard footsteps on the stairs inside, but it didn't really sink in that someone was there.  Her thoughts were entirely on the car and the boy next to her.<br/><br/>She didn't want to seem too forward, but she went ahead anyway and parted her lips, running her tongue lightly between them, along the edge of his lower lip.  The sun was warm through the windows, the salty, sandy breeze picking up her hair just a bit, and she couldn't remember having so much fun in a long time.