Clearing the head...

{if PushLimits = 1
}Beth rubbed the leather interior of Derek's convertible admiringly. "Why don't you take me for a ride..." she giggled at Derek's expression. "For a drive, Derek. In your nice car..."
"To clear your head?" He laughed. "Yeah that sounds fun."
Beth{else
}"Sure... take me for a ride..." Beth smiled. This should be fun.
She{endif
} hopped into his convertible and they took off down the coast, driving through seaside towns and admiring the water of the Pacific as the sun made its way slowly towards the blue water. Beth enjoyed the breeze and complimented Derek on his nice car, and thanked him again for the luxurious meal.
"I'm going to need to work out twice as hard as usual to burn it off..." she giggled. You're just full of double entendre's tonight.
"Maybe I can help with that..." Derek's voice was thick with innuendo, but he continued, "...in the gym. I can help you work it off." He gave her a sideways glance and a devilish smile.
As they drove through Dana Point, Beth decided to get some information. "So, there something I've been meaning to ask you about."
"Yeah..." Derek sounded as if he already knew what she wanted to know. "Go on."
"You made no secret about picking on Brian in high school."
"I prefer 'teasing,' but go on..."
"Well...he doesn't like to talk about it, and he's obviously still sore about it."
"Yeah. I figured as much. Some guys just never grow up."
Beth bit her lip, then bit the bullet. "Well, one time when he was drunk... he said that you stole two of his girlfriends, and that one time you and your friends locked him in the bathroom at a party and fucked his junior prom date. Is...?" she hesitated. Why...why do I want to know this...? She was afraid she knew the answer.
Derek laughed. "Listen, I was an asshole in high school. I'll freely admit it. But your fiancé is misremembering a few details." He sighed. {if PushLimits = 1
}"I already told you about Hillary. We hooked up in high school and then a few times at UCLA. {else
}"Neither Hillary nor Kayla were his 'girlfriend.' Hillary and I even ended up going to UCLA together after high school, and hooked up a few times there, too." Brian had gone to USC. "{endif
}She'd gone on one dinner date with Brian in 11th grade. Did he tell me he was in love with her? Sure. Did I care? No. But she wasn't his girlfriend. And Kayla? They were in a study group together in Earth Science, and he had a crush on her. I didn't want him to get his hopes up, so I told him how easy she was to get into bed." He looked at her. "Look, I said I was an asshole, alright?"
So Brian exaggerated a little. "And... his prom date?"
"Julie. That one..." he cleared his throat. "Well, let's just say the bathroom at that party had a faulty lock... and once he disappeared, Julie was looking a little lonely, so..."
"So you did steal his junior prom date."
"I don't like the word 'steal'. I have this crazy idea that women are people, not property." He gave her a look that told her he was serious on this point. "If a girl grabs your cock at a party and says 'I need a real dick.' It's my opinion that she doesn't 'belong' to anyone." He gave her another apologetic look. "Her words."
Beth's breath was quickening. Why is this getting me hot? As they entered a more deserted stretch of the coastal highway, and Derek accelerated,{if MastrosAttire = 2
} she leaned her chair back a little, pulling off her heels and propping one leg up on the windowsill. Her short dress rode up, exposing all of her inner thigh on the propped leg, as well as part of her hip on the other side. She stretched her arms up over her head, straining until she thought she might pop free. "Such a hot night..." {elseif MastrosAttire = 1
} she reached behind her back and under her blouse, unclasping her bra before reaching into her bustline and pulling it out to drop onto the backseat. "It's such a hot night..." she fanned herself by plucking at the tight fabric hugging her bare breasts, fully aware of her erect nipples now tenting the garment. She slipped out of her flats and propped one leg up on the window, wiggling her toes in the wind. {else
} she popped the button on her jeans and let the zipper down a few inches. "That's better..." she murmured. "I really ate too much..." Derek didn't say anything about the fact that he could clearly see her yellow cotton thong, so she reached behind her back and under her blouse, unclasping her bra before reaching into her bustline and pulling it out to drop onto the backseat. "It's such a hot night..." she fanned herself by plucking at the tight fabric hugging her bare breasts, fully aware of her erect nipples now tenting the garment. {endif
}
Derek cleared his throat, watching the highway but still stealing sideways glances at her. "If you're thirsty, I have ice water in a cooler on the backseat." Beth couldn't help but notice the undeniable bulge in his lap. Is that from telling stories, or....?