Enjoying the act.

Beth and Kyle had another drink at the bar, enjoying the cooling air and the slanting light as the sun began to fall towards the ocean. Beth was enjoying the play-acting, and surprised herself by pushing the limits of what was strictly necessary to keep up the charade. Truth be told, none of the charade was necessary at all: the drunk guys had been sufficiently scared off, and it wasn't like they were going come back even Beth and Kyle dropped the act. But she was enjoying the act, and Kyle seemed to be too.
When the group of guys watching the game got a little too loud for enjoyment, Beth suggested they walk down towards the beach. There were bars that had music down there, and maybe the atmosphere would be a little more chilled out. They paid, and walked out like a couple: Kyle with his arm around her shoulder, and Beth with her hand in his back pocket. This is fun... too bad it's just a little acting.
Stop that.
They wandered into a hopping, semi-open air beach bar with a band playing salsa-esque covers of pop tunes. There was a lot of dancing and drinks, and Beth immediately dug the music.
"What's your opinion on dancing?" She loudly whispered into Kyle's ear.
"Hell yeah. I'm just drunk enough to make this seem like a good idea!" He chuckled.
As the sun set, they danced to the upbeat music, had another drink, and danced some more. Kyle's hands got bolder and bolder, finding their way over her body as they moved to the music. Beth let it happen, enjoying the brief release from her obligations, her responsibilities, and even her relationship. I just want to enjoy myself right now. {if KyleOutfit = 2
}At one point, Kyle squeezed her ass, feeling up and down, and then he chuckled. "Beth... are you wearing panties?"
"....so what if I'm not..." she answered coyly. Her brain was buzzing and her face felt flushed.
"Bad girl..."
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}