Silence overtakes the car, and I wish to god I hadn’t mentioned it. Why say it? Why bring up my damn ex-wife, the woman Amber knows just as well as she knows me, and mention us having sex?Way to wreck the mood, Rembrook. Jesus.
“Do you miss being married?” Amber asks after a while.
“No,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “I mean, I miss parts of it. I miss having someone to come home to. Someone to sit with at night and talk about our day. Someone to sleep next to.”
“Someone to fuck?”
I chuckle and nod. “Yes, that too. I miss that a lot. But I don’t miss being married toher.”
“Was she a bitch?”
“No, no I didn’t mean it like that. Mella’s a great person, we were both just… Not right for each other, I guess. We tried to make it work for a long time, especially for Laurie. But it just got to a point where we had to admit it wasn’t going to happen. We were both miserable.”
“Laurie said you two used to fight a lot.”
I rub the back of my neck and wince. “I hate that she heard those arguments. They were so… Sostupid. Nothing but two people picking at each other just to try and hurt the other one. It went on for way too long.”
“I’m sorry.” Amber puts a hand on my thigh, and it doesn’t even feel sexual, it just feels like comfort, like care. “But please, don’t beat yourself up. Laurie loves both of you, and she tells me all the time what great parents you are.”
I put my hand over Amber’s, and give her a quick smile in the dark. “Thanks. I’m glad to hear it.”
Amber keeps her hand on my thigh for the remainder of the drive home, and I love how it lets me know that she’s there, just there for me.
Our neighborhood is silent when I pull into the drive of my house. As soon as I kill the engine, Amber unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself over at me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me hungrily.
“Get in the back,” she whispers.
“In the back?” I laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t think-”
“Come on, get in the back.” She pulls back from me and grins. “I have an idea.”
I sigh heavily, and tell myself to stop being such a square. “Yes, ma’am.” I heave myself over through the front seats, into the back, and I swear to god, if I get a cramp or put my back out or any other old man shit in front of this girl right now, I’m going to set my car on fire.
But by some stroke of luck, I make it without pulling any muscles, and throw myself down in the middle seat. Amber is in the front, peeling off her sweats, and she points to the bag beside me.
“Put on a condom,” she says, shuffling off my oversized hoodie that she borrowed.
“I- Honey, I’m not-Fuck.” Embarrassment scorches my cheeks because I’m not hard yet, and for one stupid, awful second, I worry that maybe I won’t be able to perform. I free my flaccid dick from my jeans, and jerk myself, my lips bitten together with frustration.
Amber flops over the front seat with a grin. “You’re not hard yet, baby?” She gets on her knees, and yanks up her white t-shirt. It’s dark, the only light coming from the streetlight outside my house, but it’s enough to see her perfect tits, nipples peaking in the cool air.
“Oh fuck,” I grit out harshly, and yeah, I’m not broken, I should not have worried at all, because within two or three strokes I’m so hard my dick is practically glowing with heat.
Amber straddles the centre console of the car, one knee on either seat, and peels off the shirt completely. I worry for a second that she’ll get cold, but with her completely nakedin my damn car, my worries are quickly forgotten. I can't focus on anything else but her tits, and her legs, and her pussy that’s right in front of me.
I tear at the packaging of the box of condoms, and Amber lets out a lascivious little laugh, like she can see that she’s driving me crazy, and she loves it. She puts her middle and index fingers in her mouth, licking them, and then pushes them between the lips of her pussy.
Oh. Fucking. Hell.
I rip the condom packet open with my teeth, going completely against everything I was always taught about safe condom use, and roll the condom down over my dick. Where a second ago I was soft, I’m now so hard it’s almost torturous. What is this girl doing to me?
Amber moans softly, still rubbing her clit in front of me.
“Oh,” she whimpers. “Oh, Theo, I need you inside me.”
“Come here,” I order, and she smiles at me in the mostly dark car.
She climbs through the car seats, flipping herself around so her back is to my chest. She was soaked before, but that was with foreplay, with an orgasm or three. I didn’t grab any lube,shit why am I so stupid?I spit on my fingers, and run them throughher heat. I don’t know why I was worried. My girl is so wet it makes the tip of my dick leak pre-cum.
