I really hate this awful navy color. I can't wait till Scott has time to paint over it. I sent him a text letting him know about the new shade and my upcoming date with Derek, but he hasn't responded.

After taking care of some personal grooming, I shower and massage my skin with my favorite honeysuckle scented lotion. Instead of cutoff shorts, I put on a cherry red halter sundress and no bra or underwear.

Two words. Easy. Access.

I let my hair tumble down my shoulders in tousled waves. I look and smell like summer nights. Excitement skitters through me. I haven't been to a drive-in in ages. And other than the hand-job I gave Scott at our brunch spot, I've never done any sort of sexual acts in public. But a drive-in will make the perfect spot for it. And I highly doubt we'll be the only ones taking advantage of it.

At least, I hope we're taking advantage of it. I'm pretty sure if I make the first move, he'll get with the program.

Ready a little early, I text Scott again, letting him know where I'm going and I add a tease about the handyman role he’s filling for me. I stare at my phone, waiting for a response until Derek knocks on my door.

Throwing my worries and annoyance with Scott off, I slip my phone into my purse and answer the door. Derek's brows raise as he takes me in. He cleans up pretty well himself. He has on a green tee and low riding jeans, his muscles trying to burst from the fabric. He may not be playing ball anymore, but he's definitely keeping up with his workouts at the gym.

"Wow. You look hot."

I smile. "Thanks. So do you."

He pushes the door wide. "You ready?"

I nod and slip past him. "I am."

He holds out his elbow like a gentleman for me to take. I smile at him and intertwine my arm with his. "The movie won't start till it's dark, so you want to grab some food before we go?"

"Sure. We can get it to go if you want and we can smuggle it in."

He laughs. "Excellent idea."

I purse my lips, trying to think of something that won't entail greasy food on the way to the movie. "Panera?"

He opens the door of his car for me. "Hell yeah. I love that place."

I slide into the passenger seat and smile up at him. "Me too."

He closes the door and jogs over to the driver side. "Why don't you pull up the menu on your phone and we'll figure out what we want to order before we get there."

"Okay." I pull my phone from my purse, frowning at the continued silence from Scott before pulling up the restaurant's website.

We chat back and forth about what sounds good and will carry well. We both end up choosing salads and paninis.

Once we have our food, an awkward silence swells between us as he drives to the movie. I wonder if he's hoping for the same thing I am. Or if he thinks this is just us hanging out for old time's sake. Considering we never hung out before, though…

I sincerely hope he's planning on more than watching the movie.

And I can't believe I'm actually headed to a date with Derek freaking Conway, the hero of our school. He could have had any girl in school and he'd wanted me? What would that have been like? Instead of wasting time on Adam, if I'd ended up with Derek? Would I have molded myself for him too? Or would we have gone our separate ways upon graduation and my college experiences would have been wildly different?

And what about Scott? Would we have stayed as close if I'd gotten swept up in the lure of popularity and jocks?

Maybe it all worked out the way it was supposed to, but I still wished I could remove Adam from my history. I'd gotten caught up in stalking him too recently, just out of curiosity and a morbid hope that he was miserable. He hadn't posted much online and we weren't friends anymore, so I couldn't see everything. I could have asked Scott, but I didn't want him to think I was still hung up on Adam. I just wanted to see if he was happy without me. And from what I saw, he's just fine. He's been going out with friends who tagged him in dumbass drunk-at-the-bar photos. He looked happy. And I hate it.

A dark part of me hopes he regrets breaking my heart. I want him to come crawling back so I can have a little closure. And send him crawling back to the depths of hell he came from.

But I'm not bitter or anything.

And I sure as hell don't miss him. Life has been way more fun with him gone from my life. I could never go back. Especially back to an orgasmless life. Thankfully, we have no classes together and I haven't seen him around campus. If Scott has, he's kept it to himself. For which, I'm grateful.

I've moved on. I'm still moving on. And hopefully, soon, I'll be over it completely.

Derek pulls onto the field, rolling down his window to pay an attendant. He turns to me. "Do you want any snacks?"

I shake my head. "Maybe later."

He rolls his window back up and drives to a spot towards the back. I look down at my lap and smile. He is so thinking the same thing I am.

The silence between us thickens with tension. I'm tempted to just jump on him, but it's still a little light outside and the movie hasn't even started yet.

Not quite brave enough to start anything quite yet, I lean down and grab the bag of food. We grasp with desperation any little thread of conversation we can think of. Adam and Derek's future are both off limits, but gossip about people from high school helps break the ice and make us both more comfortable. Soon, we're laughing about the head cheerleader married to the marching band geek.

Derek has a nice laugh. It's low and raspy and sends shivers up and down my spine. He has a crooner's voice and I recall he played in a garage band back then.

We finish our food and shove everything back into the bag. Derek tosses it into the floor of the backseat. Night has fallen, and the movie should begin any moment. Our comfortable chatting breaks off and we stare at each other in the dark. Nerves and desire skitter through me and he feels it too. I can tell when his breath hitches.

He has the perfect front seat for fooling around. It's a bench seat, no console separating the driver from the passenger. I decide to make the first move, and I slide along the seat until I'm pressed up against him.

Derek looks down at me and smiles knowingly. "Hello."

I grin, utterly unrepentant. "Hi."

He takes his right hand from the wheel and brings it down onto my leg. He strokes my thigh as he keeps looking down at me, like he's waiting for permission.

I let my legs fall open a bit in response.

His hand travels up my thigh with a tortuous slowness. The huge screen in the field flickers to life and we both jump at the music booming around us.

We laugh, but it dies away as his fingers continues their trip up my leg. I keep my eyes on the screen and so does he. From outside, we'll look like a normal couple on a date, no evidence of the dirty things his hand is about to do.

Finally, he reaches my center. His breath hisses through his teeth when he discovers my lack of panties. "Naughty girl."

I chuckle. "Hopeful girl."

"Dream girl."

I grin. "I don't have a bra on either."

"Fuck."

He caresses my pussy lips with one of his fingers before pushing into my slit. I'm already so wet from anticipation, he slips right in with no trouble. He rubs at my clit, and it's my turn to hiss a breath through my teeth.

My left hand found its way to his leg at some point, and I grip his thigh as he continues rubbing at my nub. He dips two fingers into my pussy and pumps them in and out, slowly at first, and then faster, harder.

I bet the football captain spent a lot of time and practice finger fucking girls in cars during high school. And he's damn good at it. Was the life I should have lived? Instead of abbreviated sessions in Adam’s bedroom, quickies in Derek’s car? Where would I be now if his was the first taste of sexuality I’d had?

My grip on his leg tightens and I open my legs wider to give him better access. He adds a third finger into me, stretching me pleasantly.

The previews end and the movie begins, but I barely take any of it in. I don't even know the name. Some sort of comedy-action film starring an actor I recognize but can't name.

And right now, I don't give the slightest fuck.

My newfound addiction to orgasms makes everything else fall away once I have one in my grasp.

He starts rubbing my clit each time he pulls out of my pussy, sending me riding along the edge. I stiffen and almost stop breathing as I try to leap off the cliff.

After pumping in hard a few more times, he starts to rub fast, hard circles on my clit. His breathing grows as ragged as mine. We continue staring at the screen and I wonder if he has any idea of what's happening in the movie. I force myself to stay quiet, not wanting to draw attention to us, even with the windows we've fogged up closed.

At last, the waves crash over me, tossing me about, the undertow yanking me back and forth along the bottom until I finally wash up on the shore, soaked in pleasure and breathless.

I rest my head on the back of the seat, my eyes closed as I come back to myself.

Once I get myself under control, I open my eyes. Derek stares at me in awe, his eyes roving down my body, to the dress bunched up at my waist.

"That was so hot."

I grin. "Yes, it was." My hand still on his thigh travels to the button of his jeans and I free him from his pants. His cock is shorter than the others I've had experience with, but much thicker. My hand barely wraps around it. I stroke up and down him for a moment, before scooting back and leaning over to take him into my mouth.

One of his hands fists my hair while the other trails down my back, around my side to one of my tits. He slips his hand under the fabric and squeezes, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I moan quietly around his cock.

My jaw aches from how wide he is, but I can go all the way down on him with ease. I bob up and down on him, faster and faster. He lets out whispered curses and moans, his grip on my hair tightening.

With a sharp pinch to my nipple, he slides his hand out of my dress and down my back to my ass. His fingers travel through the crack of my ass up to my still wet and sensitive cunt. He pumps three fingers in and out in time with me on his dick.

I pull back and swirl my tongue over the head, licking under the ridge. He shoves his fingers in me as far as they'll go and twists. We moan in unison. I lick down his length and take his massive balls into my mouth, sucking on them gently.

He crooks his fingers to hit my g-spot in response.

We play back and forth like that until we're both gasping and have heated up the car. Lust fogs the interior as we race for the climax finish line. I graze the side of him with my teeth and them take all of him in my mouth, sucking hard.

He stiffens, swells, and shoots cum down my throat. I swallow and lick every last bit. His cock twitches in my mouth and his body shudders beneath me. I keep licking until he stills. His fingers slide from me and I sit up.

I grin at the dazed expression on his face.

He turns to me with a cocky smile. "Your turn."

"What?" I ask.

"Pull up your dress and open your legs."

I scurry to comply, getting into a position he can easily reach, but that hopefully isn't too obvious if anyone looks at us. My back is to the passenger side window and the glass is cool and wet against my back. But with the dark tint on his windows and the night sky embracing us, I doubt anyone can see a thing unless they come right up to the car.

He moves the seat back so he won't be hampered by the steering wheel and bends over, his head between my legs. His tongue moves against me in a frenzy. He licks every inch of me. Inside and out.

I open my legs wider to the point of pain, wanting him to have access to whatever he wants. He shoves two fingers inside me and crooks them up to my g-spot again while he ravishes my clit. I can smell both of us, our desire, our climaxes, our need. The scents swirl around us, mixing with the buttery popcorn from outside and the remainder of our food in the back. My skin is slick with sweat.

His five o'clock shadow scrapes against the tender skin between my thighs as he continues his assault on my sensitive pussy. He uses teeth too and I can't keep the moan inside at the sensation. My hands grasp his massive biceps, my fingers clawing at the fabric of his shirt. His other hand plucks at my nipples over my dress, giving them the attention I crave and love. Nipple play is the best. I want to pull my dress down so he can reach them better, but I stop myself. That might be a little too far right here.

He doesn't let up, he doesn't change it up like some men do. He has single-minded focus on his mission. He has no interest in keeping my orgasm at bay. He wants it as fast as I can give it. He demands it. He isn't playing around, trying to draw it out. And while orgasm denial was fun as hell, there is something truly wonderful about a man who wants to wring as many out of you as fast as he possibly can.

As he hits my g-spot over and over and his teeth scrapes against my skin and his tongue flickers over the nub, tension tightens each of my limbs. He's not as good at it as Scott is, but he's still definitely getting the job done.

And if I'm honest, no one has been as good as Scott. Especially at oral.

I shove away thoughts of my best friend. He has no place here and I'm tired of him sneaking into my thoughts when I'm in the middle of sexy scenarios. It's super frustrating that he's the best I've ever had. It was one thing being better than Adam, but he has to be better than the other three guys too? How many women has he been with to grow such skill?

The tension is chased away by red hot heat searing through me, flushing my skin scarlet. I suck my cheeks into my teeth to stay quiet, only a squeak escapes. It's a powerful, but a quick climax. I pant and tremble as he pulls away, thoughtfully sliding my dress back down over my still open legs. He's such a gentleman. And a damn hot and skillful one. I want another orgasm. I'm a greedy addict and I need more than two.

We stare at each other. "It's too bad we didn't do this all through high school."

I laugh and force myself into a more appropriate position. "Amen to that, my friend."

He shakes his head, eyes wide. "You are amazing. I don't think I've ever been with a woman like you before."

My brow furrows. "What do you mean?" My voice is breathless, the afterglow still warming me, soothing me, relaxing me.

Derek shrugs. "It's just surprising. You were hot, but quiet back then. Focused on school and you had that close friendship with that guy. Scott."

I jump at Scott's name. "What's your point?" I'm confused.

"You just aren't at all what I expected. You're so free with your sexuality. Most people would never go this far out here like this. A hand-job, a finger-fuck. Not oral where anyone could walk up and see. It's seriously fucking hot."

I wink at him. "Well, I don't think we've even gotten halfway through the movie yet. We still have plenty of time to go even farther." I look around his car. "Though we might need to find a place a little more private."

He sits up straight, his green eyes glowing from the light of the screen. "I've got a blanket in the trunk."

"There are some nice trees behind us." I gesture to the wood-line at the back edge of the field.

He chuckles. "I'll get the blanket and sneak back there."

"I'll follow you in five." I wink at him.