Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

He didn't run away, or confess at the last moment that he actually had a secret lover back home he was totally head over heels for.  No, it was her he was interested in.  The stranger did not wait to mount her and she held her breath in anticipation, releasing it as he took her maidenhead.

She'd never have an experience like this again.  Not only was it her first time, each sensation was heightened by the drugs.  Her lover was careful and attentive.  Every bit of fear and apprehension melted from her as their bodies tangled together.

Once they had finished she lay exhausted and breathless on the ground next to him.  Blanketed by tiredness and utterly spent, she blinked her heavy eyes at him.

I never got your name, she murmurs, pulling close enough to rest the crown of her head under his chin as she thought about whether or not it'd be more beneficial to stay put or head on home.