If he can drive the car

"Um," Eric said as he stopped for a long second, looking at you and considering what he was about to say. You turned around and looked up in his eyes... feeling a weird deja vu feeling. "Can I drive the car back to your apartment? I don't get to drive a lot at home," Eric asked eyes as he was putting away his phone into his sweater pocket.

At least you think it was his phone. What else could it be? "Aw, that's awfully sweet of you," you say with a wide smile and hand him the keys. "You did succeed getting the driver's license if I recall correctly?" you ask as you held on to the key with a pair of fingers. "I'm not making too much fun of you... I've been feeling a bit cotton-brained today."

"Yeah, I got the license. Now do you want me do drive us home, or do you want to do everything on your own as usual?"

"Ouch," you say as you let him have the keys and brush some hair out of your face to look at him. "It takes skill to stay independent when you're as good looking as me, Eric," you say as you put your hand on your pants to pull out your phone.

But there are no pockets on your pants, because they are waist high soft denim shorts hugging the curves of your thighs and butt. "Jesus," you say loudly, causing Eric to freeze and look at you. "No it's nothing, I'm just sleep deprived," you say as you open your purse and find your phone in it. "I could have sworn I had my phone in my shorts, but that's not happening with these pair, I tell you!"

"They do seem to be very tight," Eric agreed, giving you a mandatory lookover. You must admit, he was cute even when he was being a creep. Not that you hadn't invited the act by being a ditz.

"Hey, I worked my ass off to get them in these shorts," you say as you move over to the passenger side of the car, rolling your hips a little extra in case he stole a peek.

You scrunched your eyes close and blushed at the comment. You were getting uppity with your nephew today! Calm your tits down before he starts sensing something's up!

"I don't think that's how asses work," Eric said over the roof of the car as you opened the door, catching your eyes and giving you a wink. "Especially not yours."

You awed loudly with big eyes at the compliment before you could catch yourself. "That's very sweet of you to say. Now lets never speak of my ass again," you say to defuse the situation and get into the car.

"I make no promises," you hear Eric say as he opens his door and you give him a flat stare not to push his luck. You quickly pulled down the sun shade mirror to see if your make-up hadn't run in the sun.

(Baby Nichols)

You smile and re-apply some lip balm from your purse. You were looking pretty good today, if you had to say so yourself. Nothing helps on bartering as a frisky outfit and a flirty mood. Pity the salesman had no time for your bullshit with the four slutty quadruplets running his life. Sometimes a guy just had enough women in his life to not want any more trouble to stick their dick into.

As you put the lip balm back in the purse, you accidentally brought up a scroungy. Fuck, that brought up memories you were not really interested in re-living right now... but for some reason you couldn't help yourself today. You tied up your hair in a pony tail and hoped Eric didn't have the same gutter mind as you had.

Also, so what if he did? You're the aunt filled with dad jokes. You're a living "faux pa". You probably could just wave it off to a bad bit.

Still, if you knew he wouldn't tell your sister...