<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ixPeHzf.jpg)</div>For Monica, the moment had narrowed to encompass the four of them, and their table.<br/><br/>In some ways, she supposed, her shopping habits were the most masculine thing about her, and it frustrated some of the women of her circle to no end.  When she went into a store, whether it be shopping for an outfit, a new computer, a piece of art, or a piece of jewelry, it didn't take her very long as she usually had a mental list of what she wanted, and as soon as she'd run down that checklist, she was ready to close the deal.  There was no hemming and hawing, and she didn't need to try four or five different ones on our out for size.<br/><br/>The same went, she supposed, when she was looking for someone to help her scratch an itch.  On this trip, it was pretty simple -- young, horny, reasonably good looking, and intelligent and articulate enough not to spoil the first three points.  In Brett and Gabriel, she figured the bases were covered.  Deal closed, save some hiccup with last-minute disclosure on the final point, or if Lauren couldn't be convinced.  This was a girl's weekend, after all, and she had no intention of letting Lauren miss the opportunity, if she could help it.<br/><br/>Though from the look of things, that wasn't going to be a problem.<br/><br/>Monica turned her attention back to Gabriel, who was reaffirming her original thought that the quiet ones could be hell on wheels warmed up.  He may not have had a witty retort to her little tease about his name, the way that Brett would have, but he responded quite well to physical stimulus, moving his leg to follow her foot -- as clear an invitation to keep going as she needed.<br/><br/>And, given a little encouragement, or at least any lack of discouragement from anyone, he found his voice and put it to good use, turning the question of food into an invitation, cutting off chosen prey from the herd ... and from other predators as well.<br/><br/>Monica leaned forward, tilting her head so that her whisper could be both heard and felt by her target.<em>"Well, done." </em>It was, perhaps, as much a purr as a whisper, warm vibrations against his ear that heated her lips, and her sense of adventure.  She emphasized it with another caress of her foot, and another brush of her thumb over the vulnerable webbing, a spot more intimate than others on the hand.<br/><br/><em>"Practically.  I keep hearing that it's a small world.  We're from Baltimore." </em>Given that the city had a population of well over half a million people, she wasn't worried about stalkers based on such scanty information.  And if somebody wanted to tell her almost-ex-husband, she'd gladly provide his Facebook and Twitter information.  Hell, if the details were juicy enough, she might even post them herself.<em>"I don't think we've met before - we'd have given you reason to remember. "</em><br/><br/>She did raise her eyebrows with that, and her little, crooked smile almost dripped with the confidence she infused into the claim, which challenged them to make sure they'd have something to remember as well.<br/><br/><em>"So ... you guys have a house?  That's nice - we were hoping for a place on the beach, but this was sort of a windfall celebration kind of thing." </em>Monica moved their joined hands beneath the table, and maneuvered so that Gabriel's hand was resting, back down, on her skirt.  Well, partly on her skirt, and the rest on the bare skin of her leg.  Monica liked the look and feel of hose, normally, but in Florida, on spring break?<br/><br/>Monica didn't find it surprising that two young guys on the make had finagled a house.  Between relatives and time shares, if she thought of it at all, she supposed it belonged to one of their families, and that held a whole other level of nostalgic naughtiness that she found quite tempting.<br/><br/><em>"What do you think, Lauren?  It sounds like fun to me ... a lot of fun."</em><br/><br/>Not that she really cared what they ate, but if the guys did have a house, on the beach or not, where they could cook steaks, it might help Lauren ease into things better than inviting the guys back to their hotel room.  Monica, herself, felt almost like a teenager in the moment herself, except she knew exactly what she wanted and had a pretty good idea of how to get it.   She felt invincible, in control of the situation, of her destiny, of her body, and the worst she could think of happening ... or the best ... was some kinky sex, involving two, three, or four of them at any given time.<br/><br/>Hopefully a lot of it.<br/><br/>