Our contributor Kristine deGuzman, a junior at UC Berkeley, has a confession to make:
My boyfriend and I still live with our parents when we’re not at school. So when I drove up to see him on New Year’s Eve I wasn’t expecting anything sexy to happen. I’ve come to terms with the fact that sex during the summer or winter breaks is highly unlikely. With two sets of conservative Asian parents between us, the opportunity to have a slumber party is pretty much nonexistent.
But then, on the last day of 2008, there we were: parked in the parking lot of a YMCA, kissing. Then groping. Then going down on each other. Then, all of a sudden, we were doing it under a streetlight with a security guard a few feet away. And we were getting away with it. But since there were families with little kids milling all around us, we decided to politely move things to a more discreet location: the top of a mall parking garage. It was sexy, empowering and unexpected. I even climaxed in the front seat of his parents’ beat-up Toyota Corolla!
The following afternoon we had sex in my Honda coupe at the Metrolink station. I laid a blanket down on the backseat to keep my car from reeking of genitalia for weeks to come. And in case we had to make a quick getaway, we kept our shirts on. It was some of the best sex of my life.
Even though we were in a predominantly empty parking lot in the middle of a weekday, the constant underlying fear — heightened by the broad daylight — that we would get caught or someone would see us made the sex that much more intense. There is just something very carnal (and criminal) about doing the dirty in a public space. With my car conspicuously squeaking on its hinges and slightly rocking back and forth, it was hard to feel like people weren’t watching, which I must admit got my inner exhibitionist going. I never even knew I had one!
Now that I’ve discovered the wonders of car sex (how did I not sooner?), I’ve decided to make a list of parking lots I want to hit up for our next break. Here’s what I have so far:
1. My old church’s parking lot
2. My old high school’s parking lot
3. The parking lot of the mall I work at (not in a parking garage, though — been there, done that)
4. A 24-hour gym parking lot
5. The faculty parking lot at my local community college
6. An undergrad dorm parking lot
7. Any park’s parking lot (even though it’s a little cliche)
My boyfriend’s game, but only if we keep it in the car. I’m hoping, though, that all of this auto sex will slowly break him into the idea of more public public sex. Because if car sex is this fun, I can’t imagine how amazing it’ll be to do it in a public restroom, a classroom, a bar, a stairwell, an elevator, a . . .
— Kristine deGuzman