Chapter 2 #3
No I’m not. I’m an old man who’s doing something he shouldn’t, with a woman who’s far too young for him.
But I’m not going to admit that to myself.
I push those thoughts down, far, far down and away, where they can’t escape and shove reality into my stupid face.
I take Amber’s hand, and kiss it again, and again, as though holding that perfect, delicate hand to my mouth makes everything that happened to her alright, and everything I’m doing with her worth it.
I am a better man.
I won’t hurt her.
I’ll give her a fun time, a good weekend, and then I’ll send her on her way knowing what she should expect from a man.
Nothing more.
The parking lot is practically empty as we pull up, hardly surprising considering the late hour, and a welcome relief knowing we definitely won’t run into someone we might know.
Amber huddles under my arm, letting me shield her against the icy breeze.
She wraps her arms around my waist, and dammit, but it feels so good.
We amble through the aisles, completely relaxed, Amber cracking jokes and turning to kiss me every now and then.
She grabs some snacks, an oversized bottle of cold brew coffee as well as some vanilla creamer.
It feels so natural to keep my arm around her, to plant a kiss against her forehead, to ask her what flavor chips are her favourite.
Danger. Danger.
We get to the personal care section, and Amber giggles into my shoulder.
“Do they even sell extra extra extra large condoms here?” She asks, and leans up to nip my earlobe with her teeth.
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.”
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 to her.”
“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… So stupid. 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 naked in 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.