"Since when do you drink scotch?" she asked him."I don't know. I thought it'd make me seem sophisticated," he said, and it was awkward and a little di...turbing how cute that sounded in her voice."Well, whatever makes my darling smile," she said, giving Jonathan a "pssh - women" look. Then one of the waiters yelled something and the service crew, in their white coats and their stupid hats, flipped their food carts over. And they all pulled out really, really big guns, from somewhere.Somebody. She wasn't saddled by the crippling shyness I was. Besides, it was always the guy who asked the girl out back then. It was easy for even a modestly attractive girl to sit back and wait for some guy to ask her for a date. After that, her only decision was whether she wanted to put out or not.When she reached my window she kind of staggered against the side of the car. She brought her head down to look inside the car. I could tell from her eyes and her breath that she'd been drinking. "Are you. "Abigail, please," he begged. "I need to fuck you."Instead, I increased my pace, bouncing up and down on him, revelling in the sharp bursts of pleasure that ran through me. My moans grew louder and more insistent as I took what I wanted, all the while never breaking away from his burning gaze. His hands dug into my ass and he hissed when I went faster, riding him in earnest. "Sweet Jesus, you'll be the death of me, Abby."He stroked and kneaded the softness of my ass, sometimes painfully hard,. “Oh my God, that was the best sex I have ever had, I will buy you another Range Rover if we can do that again,” she said, and we both laughed. We both tidied ourselves up and sat in the Range Rover; we both knew a discussion was needed. Jane told me that she really loved that sort of rough sex and claimed it was quite a revelation to her to find this out about herself. I of course never mentioned my knowledge of her extra activities, mainly because I am not a jealous person and I still enjoyed.