<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>Monica stretched a little in the back seat, angling her body to get a little more comfortable.  Sports cars were nice, but when it came to back seats, they made for more acrobatics and contortionism than unbridled sex.  Thank god the boys had a place and they weren't going to be stuck trying to make out in the back of the car -- or for that mater, in the front either.<br/><br/>Had she been in front, she might have appreciated the car's handling more.  Since she wasn't, and since the back also didn't provide for much of  a view, she continued to give Gabriel most of her attention, though every once in a while she snuck a little peek toward the front, utilizing the reflections in the glass, the rear view, and what she could see between the bucket seats just to make sure that things hadn't hit some sort of road block up there.<br/><br/>Though hopefully, they'd keep it toned down enough to get them where they were going, but Monica wasn't going to worry all that much about that, or the fact that she had not put on a seat belt.  So far living dangerously had paid off with potential, and hopefully it would continue to do so more tangibly.  Gabriel, the shy one, took her hand again, and drew it back to his leg.  Monica certainly knew and invitation when she saw, and felt, one, so she gave the leg a squeeze, her fingers playing idly along the grain of the fabric.<br/><br/><em>"Good.  We were cooped up enough on the plane.  I'm looking forward to getting some room to stretch out." </em>Her gaze, warm with amusement, made another foray over the young, strong body, and back up to the face that was doing a pretty good job of feigning nonchalance.  Her hand squeezed again, and if she noticed anything odd about his description of the house, she chalked it up to it being what she'd surmised -- either belonging to Brett's family or some place where he'd not really been before.  It was far more interesting to wonder if he'd freeze up if she slid her hand up higher, or if he'd further be emboldened.<br/><br/>There was no time like the present to find out, so when he kissed her, she used her free hand to capture his face and hold it still for a something a bit less formal than a kiss on the cheek.  Her hand did move higher, until her smallest finger met fabric, and warmed from the contact, giving just the slightest brush as her head tilted and lips parted in the kiss, a silent invitation for him to be as bold as he liked, with the added reassurance that if he was feeling shy, she would be right there to ease him into the spirit of things.<br/><br/>And though visions of the back seat weren't exactly all that terrible, Monica was still relieved when the car pulled up to a surprisingly nice looking house, with automatic pool lights and everything.  She looked around, unobtrusively, guessing the income level of one or both of them, or at least their families, were right in line with the car, and the indulgence of family made it easy for other indulgences.   She wasn't there to raise them, so what might have been a nightmare for a concerned mother was more like a windfall for a middle-aged woman looking to get laid by someone who really wasn't worried about anything more either.<br/><br/>So far, Lauren wasn't showing any hesitation, and she hadn't expected any from Brett.  She figured he would move as fast as Lauren allowed, pretty much the same speed she intended to move on Gabriel, but, really, there was no hurry.  They had this nice house with plenty of beds, a pool, beach access, maybe even a hot tub, and drinks.  It was a heck of a lot better than the hotel, and two hot young guys were definitely a lot better than a couple of half-sloshed after work office rats or some vacationing silver fox who'd left his wife passed out from too much sun and a few too many fancy umbrella drinks.<br/><br/><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>Neither one of them had eaten much, so a nice hard drink might keep that warm, loose edge that Lauren seemed to be cultivating.  Monica didn't need it, but she had the feeling that Gabe might ... so long as he didn't get too drunk.  After the first one, she'd find something to distract him to make sure that didn't happen.  And, of course, when someone got the urge to see the rest of the house, she doubted that they'd make it past the first bedroom.  If they did, well, shame on them for not trying hard enough.<br/><br/>She kept the presence of mind to collect her bag and bring it along, though if she had her way, if they went for a swim, the suits would be on just long enough to pay for the trouble of putting them on with the fun of getting them off.<br/><br/><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>She gave Gabriel a little wink and let the bag drop at the mat by the front door.