Pushing the limits...

By the time dessert was being discussed, Beth had worked up a good buzz. Buzz? Admit it, slut. You're drunk. Almost two full bottles of the Pinot had been consumed, and Beth wasn't sure if Derek had helped at all! He seemed totally sober, if a little smiley. He's such a stud... Maybe all her frustrations about her sex life and her future were fueling her inner ho, but she found herself sighing and laughing at all Derek's jokes and anecdotes. A story about banging some girl named Hillary in college on the dean's desk had given her ideas, and her responding story about fucking one of her college housemate's boyfriends in her bed had made Derek's eyes go wide with surprise.
"I never would have guessed. You seem so straight-laced now."
"Well...you can blame that on growing up... and on Brian, I guess..." she tried not to sound bitter.
"He really does ruin everything, huh?"
Derek's jab did not bring the normal defensive response out of her. "Yeah, kind of!" she giggled at the admission of something she had only half-thought before that moment.
The desserts arrived: a New York Style Cheesecake with house-made strawberry sauce and cream for him, and an apple tart with caramel drizzle for her. Beth rubbed her hands together in anticipation. "You don't understand... I've been so good... trying to stay fit for the dress."
"You deserve a little cheat." Derek said, eyeing her as he said those specific words. Beth stared at him for a second before bursting out in laughter. He meant the tart... As they ate dessert, Derek watched her closely. She thought he must be getting some second-hand pleasure at watching her enjoy the sinful confection. "I've never had that before, is it good?"
{if MastrosAttire = 2
}Beth moved without hesitation, nearly climbing onto the table to offer a forkful of the dessert to him. She was vaguely aware that in her current position, anyone directly behind her had an unobstructed shot of her pussy. Derek could certainly get an eyeful down her dress, and she was pleased to note that he was taking full advantage as he ate the morsel she was holding out for him.
"What do you think?"
"Perfect..." his tone, and his eyes, told her that he could have been talking about the apple tart...maybe. She blushed, and sat back down before she made a scene in her drunken state.
{else
}"Here..." Beth leaned forward almost horizontally to the table to feed him a forkful of her dessert. She was well aware that he could easily look down her blouse, and wasn't at all offended that he seemed to be taking full advantage.
"What do you think?"
"Perfect..." his tone, and his eyes, told her that he could have been talking about the apple tart...maybe. She sat back, blushing.
{endif
}
They finished dessert, and Derek called for the bill while Beth checked the time. Only 7:45?! It was still so early, not to mention the fact that she had consumed roughly six glasses of rich red wine in the space of about 90 minutes.
"I don't think I can...drive yet." she admitted.
"I agree." Derek smiled.