The perfect Imperfection

The Date

I walked up to Kayla and smiled. "Ready?" I ask her. She smiled, blushing, and nodded shyly. I just smile and grab her wrist pulling her out the door. "Come on. I got something I want to show you." I went to my Mustang and opened the door for her. She slowly stepped inside and I walked around to the drivers side and pulled out of the parking lot. I look over at Kayla and see her caressing the leather seats. I just chuckle. "Like the car?"

"Hell yes I do!" She squealed. "You must have at least 500 ponies in this thing!" She exclaimed. I nodded, impressed she knows her cars. 

"750 actually." I corrected her. She looked at me shocked. "I did some work on her." I rubbed the dashboard and smiled. "This is my baby." She smiled and laughed. 

"Well then, lets see what this baby girl can do." She said in a hushed tone and she had a seductive grin. I just chuckle nervously. Was she talking about the car? 

"You sure?" I ask and she nods her head "Then buckle up." I pull up to a stop light and start revving the engine. Making the whole car shake from the power. She was smiling like a little kid in a candy shop. "Hang on..." Without warning, the light turned green and I pressed the clutch down, and shifted into first gear. The tires screeched, and we didn't move for a second. The tires were spinning and burning rubber. The cars back end fish tailed, but I kept control of her. We finally took off, and we got thrown into the backs of our seats. Kayla was squealing and smiling. I shift into second gear, and punched it. The engine surging with power. I blow past intersections, thankful that the road was practically empty. I finally shifted into 6th gear, and saw my gas gauge to move a little to fast for comfort. I slam on my breaks and come to a screeching stop at the next red light. I was panting from excitement and she was gripping her seat with anxiety. 

"That...was...awesome!!" She screamed and hurt my ears a little. She clapped her hands a little and I just nod in agreement. "Lets do it again! Please!" She was pouting in an adorable way. I smile and shake my head. 

"Always leave them wanting more." I said and chuckled a little. The main reason I didn't want to go again is because I was burning too much gas. I look around and an idea pops into my head. "I'm taking you to the beach." An excellent test for her. She looked at me like I was crazy. 

"But we're four hours away." She said. 

"Gives us plenty of time to talk and get to know each other." I said simply. 

"I don't have my swimsuit." She said shyly.

"Neither do I.." I said with a grin. I don't have the balls to go skinny dipping. But I can swim in my boxers. She giggled and started biting her nails. She's nervous. I drove towards the beach. "So how did you get into modeling?" I asked her. 

"I didn't. My aunt told me to go try it out. Said it'd be a good experience for me." She said. I chuckled. 

"Bet you never thought you were going to meet a guy like me." I said playfully. 

"One of a kind." She said quietly and started blushing. I blushed a little as well. She had her legs crossed and I took a risk and rested my free hand on her knee. She put her hand on top of mine, and traced the lines on my skin. I smiled a little. Her hand was so small. I held my hand up, and she put her hand against mine. Her finger tip only went halfway up my fingers. 

"You have very small hands." I said, and her jaw dropped. 

"I actually have very big hands. Your hands are just freakishly big." She said, and crossed her arms across her chest. 

"You know what they say about big hands." I said and grinned at her. She gasped and start smacking my arm.

"You little..." She went on smacking my arm, and I stopped at a stop light and grabbed her hands playfully. Then I kissed her hands.