I chuckle, and pick up the black and gold box marked King-Size.
“These fit me just fine.” I toss them into the basket, and Amber fixes me with a devious grin before plucking two more boxes from the shelf and tossing them in too.
“Just in case,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.
Right in the middle of the store, like this is a completely normal thing we can do. Her tongue strokes against mine, and I lock my free arm around her waist, lifting her up against me, and she hums appreciatively against my lips.
“We should get home,” she murmurs, “unless you wanted to be my first fuck in a car?”
This girl is going to kill me.
“Fucking in a car is ridiculously uncomfortable,” I say with a laugh, putting her back on her feet. “But maybe I just didn’t find the right position?”
“Worth experimenting, don’t you think?” She grins up at me, those warm brown eyes sparkling. She takes a hold of my hand, winding her long fingers through mine, and pulls me in the direction of the check-out. We place our items out on the belt, and Amber giggles as she stacks the three boxes of condoms. She backs into my chest, and takes my arm to wrap it around her waist. I drop a kiss to her temple as the cashier bags our things. The cashier looks at Amber, then at me, and raises an eyebrow.
“You all having a good night?” She asks, scanning the three boxes of condoms and tossing them into a blue plastic bag.
“If things work out,” Amber says, stroking her fingers along my arm.
The cashier looks at me, and although she doesn’t shake her head, her expression drips with judgment and displeasure. I avoid her eyes, fumbling in my back pocket for my wallet, pulling out my card and tapping it once the cashier gives me the total.
“You have a good night,” I say to her, taking up the bags.
“God bless you.” The cashier’s voice is like taking a bullet to the gut.
Because God certainly wouldn’t fucking bless whatever the hell this is.
Amber doesn’t seem to notice anything, just maintains her happy, blissful demeanour, snuggling into me on the way back out to the car. She plants kisses on my neck, running her hand over my ass, and presses her mouth to mine when I open her door for her.
“So, about the fucking in the car?” She says with a grin before plopping down into her seat.
“You’re incorrigible.” I shake my head and laugh, closing the door and rounding the car to my side. I put the bags in the back seat, then get in and gun the engine.
Amber puts her hands to the heater, and shakes her shoulders. “It’s gotten so cold already.”
“Mmm, it has. I think it’s going to be a long winter.”
Once we’re back on the highway, she turns to me in her seat. “Are you going to tell me more about this car fucking?”
“You sure you want to hear it?” I regard her with a raised eyebrow. “It’s not a very exciting story.”
“Yes I want to hear it! Tell me.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Well, once was in the backseat of my car in my last year of high school, and, well I mean I probably wasn’t really great, and it was cramped, and she broke up with me the day after.”
Amber laughs sympathetically, and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Oh no. I’m sorry.”
“Ah, it’s fine.”
“And then?”
I hesitate to tell this part of the story, because… Well…
I take a deep breath, the night rolling past the car as we head back to my house. “Mella and I, we borrowed this camper from a friend in our second year of college and road-tripped down to South Carolina. It wasn’t even really a camper, just an old car with a mattress in the back.”
“I bet that was a lot more comfortable.” Amber’s voice isn’t quite as jovial now. “Was that at least good?”
Yeah, it was.“I guess so, yeah.”
