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this, well, minus the condom."
    I grabbed a napkin from the glove compartment, and finally pulled my half hard-on out of her. I wrapped up the condom to throw out later.
    Lauren leaned back to look at me, still straddling my lap while unfortunately putting her breasts back into her bra. While she was straightening the top of her dress, I could feel her slick sex pressing against my still weakly pulsing cock.
    "You know what I regret about what we just did?" she asked, and my heart sank to my stomach.
    "What's that?" I made myself ask.
    "I didn't get to see any of your very sexy body. Last night it was too dark, and I was too drunk to remember. So, you're going to have to make it up to me tonight with all the lights on, so I can see and kiss every inch of all this," she said, spreading her palms over my t-shirt covered chest, sliding down my stomach, all the way to my lap.
    "Every inch?" I asked, relieved, and unable to contain my huge grin.
    "Every. Single. Inch. And I'm probably going to have to give extra attention to certain areas."
    "Like where?"
    She reached down and tucked my cock away in my boxers before zipping my jeans back up. "I guess you'll have to wait and see."
    "You are a sexy little tease, and I love it. Now let's go eat dinner so I can fuck you again."

Chapter Seven
     
    Lauren
     
    Last night I'd figured the chemistry between Caleb and I had been alcohol induced, but now I knew that wasn't the case. Completely sober the man was still incredibly fun and unbelievably sexy. After a round of mind-blowing sex in the front seat of his car, we finally made it inside to eat dinner.
    Hopping up on the stools at the high top table, we asked the hostess for a game console to get in on the restaurant's poker game. Together we decided when to call, fold, or raise bets based on how good our cards were, and we were so preoccupied that the waitress had to come back twice before we were ready to order. We made a great team, and racked up taking other people's pretend money. Caleb sang The Gambler the entire time, until it was stuck in my head. 
    "We're so hot, we should head to Vegas or Cherokee tonight," Caleb joked. He threw back the last of his tall beer as we finished up the "blazin" flavored hot wings and fries we finally ordered.   
    "That would be awesome, since I've never actually been out of this town. But I don't think I'd be taking these sorts of risks with real money."
    "You've never been out of this town? Seriously?"
    "Yeah, my mom and I have never been able to afford it," I told him, then felt the flush of embarrassment across my face.
    "I take it you don't just dance because you're beautiful and sexy as fuck?"
    I laughed. "Thank you for the compliments, but no. Dancing is how I've kept a roof over our heads and food on the table."
    "Is your mom unable to work?" he asked.
    "Um, I guess you could say that. It's tough for her to find a job with her long criminal record, and really hard for her to actually show up to work since she's fucked up all day, every day," I told him honestly.
    "Wow, that's … unfortunate, and a huge burden for you to have to shoulder," he said softly, reaching for my hand.
    "It hasn't been that bad. What woman doesn't want men gawking at her and throwing money at her?" I said with a shrug.
    "So how long do you have to keep taking care of your mother?" he asked.
    I'd never really seen it as me taking care of her, since it had just been what I had to do for myself to have all the necessities. But Caleb was right. I was twenty years old, still living at home paying all the bills so she could continue to support her worthless habit. 
    "I've never really thought about it like that, but maybe I shouldn't anymore. It's not like she's ever taken care of me."
    "I'd like to take care of you," he said with a sweet, and slightly mischievous smile.
    "So far I really like the way you take care of me," I told him to lighten the mood. Guilt was still a rock in the bottom of my stomach when I