<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Lauren Embry</strong></span><br/><br/><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Trilby_Paradise_Lauren01.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Lauren sat up straight and peered out over the dashboard as Brett turned off the road.  She felt another moment of doubt as they left neighbors and the main road behind.  If they were screaming, would anyone be able to hear them?  She shocked herself when she answered her own question: Oh, I hope not!<br/><br/>Her hand on Brett's thigh had paused, and it took a throaty moan in her ear before she realized her fingernails were poised at the rim of his cock.  She let her fingers slide back down his length; he shifted in his seat and let his legs fall wider.  She could feel him even through the thick denim of his jeans, hard as iron; and her eyes went wide, staring straight ahead of her in the dim light.  She had done this to him.  He was like this for her.  It set the butterflies in her stomach surging all over again, and she slowly eased her hand back to his thigh.  He didn’t seem to have any problems driving, but…  well, better to be cautious.<br/><br/>She almost laughed at the idea.  Cautious??!!  What in the world was cautious about anything they were doing??<br/><br/>Brett pulled the car down the long driveway, and as they neared the house, rows of courtesy lights blinked on to guide them up to the house.  It was huge, and very modern, in a kind of pseudo-Spanish way.  A family home?  Big enough for at least a couple of generations under one roof, anyway.  Brett walked around the car and opened the door for her; she climbed out of the car, shoving the front seat forward for Gabriel and Monica.  She gave Monica a quick look -- everything okay?  Monica’s confident smile was reassuring, and that gave Lauren permission to relax a little.  This was entirely new ground for her, but if Monica was comfortable, then Lauren was too.<br/><br/>She returned Monica’s smile with wide eyes, and looked around.  The lights blinded her to anything at a distance, but she could hear the roar of the ocean somewhere close at hand, and the pool… it was huge.  A soft laugh bubbled up as she tipped her head back to look up at the second story.  Were they here for the night?  For the week?  It was big enough that she and Brett might not see Monica and Gabriel for days!<br/><br/>Unless they…  Would they… were they going to swap partners?<br/><br/>Could she do that?  Would Gabriel even want to?<br/><br/>Did she want to?<br/><br/>And looking at Gabe’s young, tender face, she knew that she did.<br/><br/>As she considered that new possibility, Brett’s arm slid around her waist again, and he pulled her tight against his hip.  For a moment, Lauren froze.  It wasn’t theoretical any more.  It wasn’t something in some vague, hazy future.  She was at a stranger’s house, and she was there to have sex with this gorgeous young man.  Maybe with both of them.  She didn’t know anything about them.  She didn’t know Brett’s last name.  Did he have a police record?  Did he do drugs?  Did Gabriel?  It was frightening… but in some weird and unfamiliar way, the little edge of fear had set her mind and her body humming.  Buzzing like a hive of bees.<br/><br/>Her throat was tight, and her stomach was doing cartwheels.  And, amazingly, she liked the way it felt.  It made her feel alive, and more present in her own life, in her own skin, than she had been in years.<br/><br/>She was at a stranger’s house.  She here to have sex with this gorgeous young man.  And she was already so excited, so wet for him!  Her pulse was racing with excitement.  If this was an adrenaline high, she hoped she never came down from it.  She shot a glance at Monica and Gabriel.  What if...  Would Monica mind?  Would Gabriel want to?<br/><br/>A whole world of options and choices was beginning to beckon to Lauren, lighting a pathway as if by magic, inviting her to keep going… to keep moving forward.  To see what could happen, if she just let it.<br/><br/>Gabriel pulled out a key and opened the door, and Lauren quietly slid her hand into the back pocket of Brett’s tight jeans.  Her thumb slid up and hooked under his belt, sliding slowly back and forth against his warm flesh.  Her own boldness astonished her; if she had ever done that before in her whole life, she couldn’t remember it.  Looking up at him, she gave him her most innocent smile, and they followed Gabriel and Monica into the house.<br/><br/><em>"So would you like the ten cent tour then ladies?... Drinks?"</em><br/><br/>God bless Monica for jumping in.  If Lauren spoke right now, her voice would shake for certain.  Partly from that delicious little knife-edge of fear, but partly too from the way her libido was craving the feel of Brett’s body between her legs.<em> "Drinks sound good to me.  How about you, Lauren?  Why don't we wait on the tour -- we can explore later, after the first drink."</em>She dropped her bag by the door, and turned her smile on Gabriel.<em>"I'm surprised you don't have a house full of your friends already ... but I'm glad you don't.  I like parties, but tonight, I'm in the mood for something ... a little more private."  </em><br/><br/>“Oh, I agree,” Lauren said, and she heard the little quiver in her voice.  To her relief, it didn’t sound like fear.  It sounded like excitement.  “And drinks first sounds good.  Whatever’s simple.  Rum and Coke?  A Bloody Mary?”<br/><br/>As she spoke, her hand slipped out of Brett’s pocket and followed her thumb under the edge of his shirt.  Without fanfare, as if it were perfectly normal, her palm flattened against the warmth of his skin, and her hand slid up his back, stroking slowly up and down, then back and forth just under the ridge of his belt.  She was shocked when her fingertips trailed over the crack of his ass, and her hand froze in place -- how had she not even thought that might happen?  She let her hand linger there, just a few seconds, before sliding it free and patting him gently on the back.<br/><br/>“Anything, really,” she said.  Her voice was a little breathy, a little husky.  “Whatever’s easiest.”<br/><br/>She was beginning to doubt they’d even make it to the bedroom.  And that would be fine, too.  Maybe neither of them would get past the living room.  Whatever was easiest.<br/><br/>Lauren looked at Monica again, and gave her a smile.  It’s all okay.  This is what I want, too.<br/>