<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/><br/>Monica paid the bill without fuss or fanfare, and they walked a couple of blocks down to the boys’ car.  Lauren felt Brett’s arm slide around her waist; he pulled her close, his hand slow, lingering on her hip; and Lauren’s stomach tightened in response.  Brazen and shameless, she slipped her arm around his waist in return.  Her heart was racing, and she felt strangely as though she were in the middle of an out-of-body experience: who are you, and what have you done with Lauren Embry?  She didn’t ever behave this way.  She didn’t ever feel this way.  It didn’t seem real.  This couldn’t be happening.  She couldn’t really be doing this.<br/><br/>But when Brett maneuvered her against the car and pressed his body up against hers, the feeling pushed her thoughts back into the here and now.  She knew a moment of sheer panic that, quite literally, stopped her breath -- she was letting this boy take her home!  What was she thinking?  This was how half the episodes of “Criminal Minds” started!<br/><br/>She stared up at him, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open; her hands lifted to his chest, and maybe she meant to push him away…  but then there was that big, hard bulge in his jeans, and he was pressing it tight up against her stomach.  Lauren gasped, a sharp intake of breath, and she started to breathe again.  Oh, God!  Her nipples were so hard and tight and aching, and when he dragged his chest across her breasts, slow and deliberate, she closed her eyes and groaned softly.  Yes, she was a little frightened.  Yes, she was a little appalled at herself.  But oh, dear God, she wanted this!  She wanted to feel the weight of this young, hard body pinning her to the mattress, or the floor, or the kitchen table.  She wanted to wrap her legs around those slim, muscular hips and feel him driving that big cock into her.  She wanted it more than she wanted to be safe.  She needed it more than she needed to breathe.<br/><br/>She felt him leaning down to her, and felt his warmth on her cheeks.  His breath was brushing her face, as light as a butterfly, and his mouth was just barely not touching hers.  Lauren opened her eyes to look up at him, and he was smiling at her playfully, and he said -- something, her mind was so befuddled with want that she couldn’t make out the words.  He leaned down to her, and brushed his lips against hers; not quite a kiss, but so sensual and teasing that she shivered against his warm young body.  Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, into his hair; she felt his palm slide across her body… and away, as he stepped back slightly to open the door of the car for her.<br/><br/>Again, she felt a flash of panic -- she was on the brink of crossing a line, and they both knew it.  If she got in the car with this stranger, it was a promise; one that she had never dared to make before.  But his eyes were traveling slowly down her body, taking her in with an admiration and an approval that she hadn’t seen in decades.  Monica and Gabriel were already kissing in the back seat, and she could imagine the feel of Brett’s lips, warm on her throat, her breasts, between her thighs...<br/><br/>As quickly as it had come over her, the panic faded away, lost in a wave of desire and need that carried away everything but how much she wanted him.<br/><br/>"You are so beautiful..." His voice was soft, and he pulled her close again, his teeth nipping gently at her ear. "And I do bite... If you want me to..."<br/><br/>Lauren sighed and slid her arms around her waist, pulling his hips tight against hers.  Her hips began making slow, gently circles against that big, hard bulge in his jeans, and she touched her lips lightly to his throat.<br/><br/>“You can do anything you want to do,” she heard herself say, and her voice was breathy and throbbing with desire.  “I want everything.”<br/><br/>She looked up at him, and with an innocent smile, she slid her body to one side and pushed open the door to the car.  Brett held it for her as she got in, closed it, and went around to take his place behind the wheel.  Lauren didn’t bother with the seat belt.  She and Monica were going somewhere with two strangers; caution seemed silly on a night like this.<br/><br/>Brett pulled the car into the traffic easily, and took the corner.  They were driving parallel to the beach, away from town.  The sun was low; the night was coming on, but it wouldn't be dark till past 8:00.  Lauren glanced over her shoulder into the back seat, where Monica and Gabriel were still getting to know each other; she turned forward again with a slow grin.  It wasn’t a moment for conversation.<br/><br/>Her heart was still pounding, and it took an effort to calm her breathing.  She was an adult woman, for heaven’s sake, not an anxious virgin; why did she feel so heated and so dithery?  This was going to happen.  Brett wanted her.  She made him hard.  Okay, any attractive female would probably do that to him, but right now, it was her that was turning him on.  Her!<br/><br/>Lauren turned towards him, a sweet smile on her face, and she reached across the console and set her hand nonchalantly on his leg, high up towards his crotch.  She let it rest there for the space of a few excited breaths, and began running her fingernails along the rough denim over his inner thigh.  After a few moments, she began moving her palm along his leg: long, slow strokes that moved higher up his thigh in tiny increments.  Could she draw this out till they reached the guys’ house?  Or would she reach his cock while they were still on the road?<br/><br/>She was dying to find out, and either way, they both won.<br/><br/>