<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>Monica was, truthfully, a bit surprised, but delighted.  She'd expected more hesitation from Lauren, and more time needed to break down convention.  After all, there had been a time when she'd been content to stay in the mold, until she figured out that the people who cast the mold only intended it to shape others, never themselves.   The first time had been the hardest, and she'd chickened out once or twice before taking that first plunge into the deep end ... but then again, she hadn't had somebody like her right there offering living proof that it was okay to do what you wanted, and it was fine to want what other people said you shouldn't.   After all, weren't both their marriages living proof of that?  And who was going to be hurt or care if they picked up, or were picked up by, a couple of kids almost young enough to be their children?<br/><br/>Nobody, that's who ...<br/><br/>There were risks, but there were risks in any relationship.  She'd seen stories on the news and in documentaries about women her age who'd met guys in places that seemed innocuous - church, the grocery store, the fucking library - and had dated for weeks and months, only to find out that seemingly respectable guy was a con-artist.  There was no shortage of warnings about all the terrible things that could happen simply from getting out of bed, much less taking a shower.<br/><br/><em>"It does sound delightful ... "</em><br/><br/>No sooner had she voiced her agreement, her smile mirroring Gabriel's, almost as if they were co-conspirators and had cooked up the plan between them, than they were being escorted out with only enough delay for Monica to pay the check, which she did without fanfare or any pause to allow for argument.   She and Gabe followed Brett and Lauren, and Gabe was definitely still living up to Monica's expectations about the quiet one.    Oh, he was a bit nervous -- she could tell -- but he was certainly willing to try.  The split in the pairing seemed to be working well, perhaps better than well.  Gabe's eagerness was rather adorable, and Monica found she rather liked playing the aggressor.<br/><br/>This was fun.  As he looked over at his friend after helping her into the back seat, Monica's mouth quirked into a grin, and her fingers slid higher in the hand that still held hers, and fingers closed around the wrist.  A good yank, and just as she'd intended, Gabriel came tumbling into the back with her.  It might have worked better had he been facing in another direction, but she was quite happy with the way it turned out, and he'd been reflexive enough, and gentleman enough, to catch himself with his free hand."<br/><br/>As he tried to get up, his body pressed against hers in several interesting places, and all the places he wasn't quite bold enough to stare at were at eye level while he tried to extricate himself while she smothered her grin.  His hand on her breast felt warm, strong, and quite nice, and for a moment she could tell that he was enjoying the accidental grope as much as she did, before realization struck and he started apologizing, even if he sounded more awe-struck than truly regretful.  He also looked as if he expected her to knee him in the groin or perhaps deliver a slap straight out of a golden age movie.  Instead, she just smiled and watched as he straightened himself, and slid over so he could sit upright in the seat beside her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I could have done that a little more smoothly, couldn't I?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>"I don't know,"</em>she demurred, sparing a glance to see how Brett and Lauren were getting on, but mostly just leaving them to it.<em>"It felt pretty nice to me, for a start.  But we can practice all you like."</em><br/><br/>Monica kept her eyes on his face, wondering when it was going to sink all the way in.  He seemed like a nice guy, and she'd bet he expected to have to inch his way into getting laid, all the right moves, all the right inducements.  Maybe he'd never found himself with a woman who wanted to be fucked, plain and simple, rather than wooed.  A little romance was nice, to smooth out the rough edges, but she'd already made her decision.  Unless Gabe himself called a halt to it, he was getting laid ... and so was she.  Preferably sooner rather than later, so there'd be time for seconds, and dessert, a midnight snack, and a morning pick-me-up as well.<br/><br/>There was definitely something about the prospect that made her feel like a teenager again ... a very horny teenager.<br/><br/><em>"Relax, sweetheart.  I don't bite."</em><br/><br/>That was loud enough for the other two to hear, but Monica leaned in until her lips were again close to his ear.  She whispered, as her hand slid up and down over his bicep,<em>"Unless you want me to.  Do <strong>you</strong> ... want me to, Gabriel?"</em><br/><br/>Maybe it was a bit mean, but she was really enjoying putting the heat to his shyness, and seeing it start to dissipate around the edges.   Brett probably wouldn't have batted an eye, but Gabe didn't seem to be used to it, and in a way, that might make Monica his 'first'.  Every man, or woman, deserved to be treated like they were about to be devoured ... at least once, if not often.