Chapter 27 #2
“Yeah, I guess.” I watch as he zooms past a few cars in the right lane. “Why does that sound like such a boyfriend and girlfriend thing to do?”
“Because that’s what we are. So,” he says. “I think there’s an outlet mall around here. We can stop there unless you have another store in mind?”
I shrug. “Target maybe? I don’t know if we’re going to be able to find a white dress anywhere. Can I wear jeans?”
“Yeah, if they’re white.”
I nod. “All white. Okay. I think we could find white pants and a white top at Target. I don’t like wearing dresses.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Imagine wearing a big t-shirt that barely covers your ass and then a thong underneath.”
“Did you bring thongs?” he slurs.
I ignore that and say, “Imagine the amount of airflow you would feel on your balls.”
“Hm,” he says in thought. “I think I might like that.”
“Before we commit to Target, I’m going to search for stores in the area.”
I pull out my phone and start searching for any shops or boutiques. Goodwill is too much of a risk. I come up with nothing. The nearest Target is twenty minutes away.
“Find anywhere?” he asks when I put my phone down.
“No. Let’s go to Target. I’ll figure it out. You should probably change your bandage too.”
He nods, agreeing.
Riley: How is it going?
Amber: Not bad
Riley: You should hook up with him this weekend
Amber: There’s something wrong with you
Riley: Stop ignoring it and let loose. He’s taking you to his mom’s wedding. That’s kind of a big deal meeting his parents.
Riley: It’s the perfect time to pull a move
Amber: Getting laid sounds kinda nice, but I can’t just hookup. Not that kinda girl
Riley: I know. Me too
Amber: So it probably shouldn’t be with him
Riley: This is the weekend for you. Next weekend is mine
Riley: Why the hell not? It’s the perfect time to hook up with him
Riley: Do you want to plan how to seduce him?
Amber: You would love to plan that for me
Amber: I’m bored on this drive. Tell me
Amber: It better be a master plan
Riley: It definitely is
Riley: Stare into his eyes while his parents are saying I Do and pretend like it’s your wedding not theirs
Riley: Later, ask him how many kids he wants. We all know there’s only one way to get pregnant
Riley: Tell him you're cold right when you guys turn off the lights to go to sleep. That’ll bring him into bed with you. Boom. Bang his brains out
Amber: Wow
Amber: You have no life
Riley: Yeah, so I have to look out for yours
Riley: Trying to get my bestie laid. It’s been a long time coming
Riley: Get it girl
Riley: You know that dick is pointing straight at you
Amber: Too much
Riley: I bet he has a good dick
Amber: Bye
Riley: Tell me how it goes
Riley: You don’t need luck
Riley: Have a good night tonight
When we arrive to Target, he parks near the entrance and then opens the truck door for me.
“Thank you,” I say as I step out. “Am I going to make us late to anything?”
He shakes his head. “We have time. They elope at sunset on the beach.”
“Okay, so nothing for my feet,” I say, thinking out loud.
We walk into Target and immediately hit with the fun little random section at the front.
Why do they always have the cutest things here?
And now that I have making babies on my mind (thanks Riley), I notice all the cute things for kids.
One day, I will be shopping that section proudly.
I glance at Matt, curious if he’s ever thought about having a family.
I don’t want to ask him though because it’s an intimate question.
I am trying to get to know him better but asking him futuristic questions may not be a good idea. For most men, it’s not.
“Do you want to change your bandages?” I ask because it’s bleeding through.
He peels it off and I wince at the sight. “I’ll let it air out.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “It looks bad.”
“It feels fine. We’ll buy bandages when you’re done.”
“Okay,” I say, walking into the women’s section. “Look at this. They have white!”
I grab the wide-legged pants and find my size. I hold onto it as I walk to the white tees. I grab it just in case. I never know what’s going to look good on versus on the floor. And I can’t take any chances.
“That was quick,” he says, pointing at the clothes in my arms. “Is that it?”
I chuckle. “You’re such a guy.” I shift a few pieces of clothes on hangers. “No. This is just to try on.”
“There’s more over here,” he says while I dig for my size of this white tank top.
I make my way to him, taking my time.
“What size are you?” he asks.
“Medium.”
“These are numbers,” he says, moving the hangers around.
I walk over and he’s found a white jean skirt. “This is actually cute.” I hold it up, realizing that I don’t shop for cute clothes enough. I add to the pile in my arms.
“What about this?” he asks from behind me. It’s a white button up with thin white fabric, meant for office wear.
“I’m a medium in that right there,” I say, pointing at the wall.
“What is this?” he laughs as he walks over. “A bra?”
“No, it’s a tube top.”
He sifts through it until he finds my size. “Okay, you’re trying it on.”
I try to take it from him, but he pulls it above my head where I can’t reach. “Give me your clothes.”
I hand the clothes over, smiling mischievously.
“What?” he asks.
“Boyfriend material,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. His eyes meet mine, and for a fraction of a moment, the air is charged, buzzing around us.
His face softens as he shrugs.
I walk over to the dresses. “They have a white dress.”
“Just try it on.”
“Why? So, you can see the thong I’m wearing?”
He blinks, speechless.
“I’m just kidding. I am totally a granny panty wearer. You’re going to see right through that dress and see my granny panties.”
I grab the dress and laugh. I spot white shorts and wonder if I should give that a try. I don’t think I want to.
“Go grab those. I see some white tops over there.”
“Wow, I have a big selection. Are you ready to wait five years in the fitting room?”
“I’ll wait ten.”
I smirk, walking over to the white tops. I think this one might work.
“Okay,” I mutter. “I’m going to try these on.”
“I got them,” he says as I try to take it from him.
“You want to see me try them on?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah. What else am I going to do?”
“I don’t know, go grab bandages.”
“No,” he scoffs. “Come on.”
The fitting room is open with no one else here. I take the clothes from his arms and walk into an open stall. I lock the door and start separating the tops from the bottoms. The one dress is to the side. And I decide it’s the first thing to try on.
I strip down to my bra and underwear, throwing on the dress. When I look in the mirror, I laugh.
“What?” Matt asks. “Let me see.”
I unlock the door and stand there.
“That is–”
“Terrible,” I say. “I look ridiculous.”
He shrugs, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t say that. You don’t look terrible.”
“It’s bad. I’m taking it off.”
“Okay,” he says, looking at my legs.
I close the stall door and try on what I think will be cute. I put on the white jean skirt and a thick strap tank top. It’s too revealing, so I throw on a spaghetti-strap top over it.
Oh.
This is really cute. I look at the back and pucker my lips in the mirror. I open the stall door and Matt’s eyes widen.
“You look–”
“Cute, right?”
He nods as his eyes peel down my body. I pose for him because it feels like a perfect time to mess with him.
“Is my ass hanging out at the back though?” I ask, turning around.
He looks at my ass and shakes his head. “Nope.”
“What if I bend over?” I ask. And I know it’s a sexual thing to do, but I want to make sure it’s bend-over proof. I grab my ass and say, “Should I not be asking you that? Should I ask someone else?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re my girlfriend. You can ask me.”
I point at him. “Don’t get any ideas.”
I bend over, pretending to pick up something from the ground.
Matt says, “No granny panties in sight.”
I stand straight and say, “Perfect.”
“Are you going to try on more?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. Did you want me to?”
“No, that was – that outfit is the one, for sure.”
I grin. “Okay.”