I pulled my card out, swiped it over the machine, and then input my pin. I had plenty of money left over from my inheritance, but I was looking forward to my first pay from the new job, so I didn’t have to dip into my savings. But I figured now and again wouldn’t be such a bad idea, especially for my girls.
I collected the bagged items for Amanda and followed her out of the store. A few of the men nearby gave me nods of approval secretively while their partners weren’t looking.
I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.
The next stop on our trip was another clothing store; only this one also catered for men. Amanda insisted that I needed some fresh clothes and that it was my turn to model for her. I always felt uncomfortable with any form of modelling, even though I knew that women found me attractive. It always seemed trivial, and I never knew what to do with my hands.
“You do know I have plenty of clothes,” I reminded Amanda.
“Yes, I know, and I am very impressed with your collection of band t-shirts, but you need some more summer-appropriate clothing,” Amanda replied, handing me a bundle of clothes.
I took the clothes and turned to enter the changing room. It was larger than I thought, with a pull-across curtain further dividing the chamber. The back section had a small bench seat across the back wall where one could sit while changing.
I stripped my shorts off and pulled on a pair of board shorts. They were black with angular white patterns across the left leg. They were much lighter than my cargo shorts and fit snuggly around my hips. I rifled through the clothing, spotted a few shirts, and picked one out. Then I had an idea.
I pulled my long hair out of its customary ponytail and messed it up a touch. I’d done a little modelling as a favour for a friend back home when she released an alternative clothing line. I hated the experience, but she was a great friend. I pulled on the things I learned that day.
These girls weren’t the only ones that could show off.
“What’s taking so lo-”
I suddenly pulled the door open and stepped out, keeping my hands casually by my waist. Amanda’s words were cut off, and her eyes widened as she looked me in. I’d been shirtless around the pool plenty of times since I’d arrived, but I’d bet what was in my bank account that she hadn’t been expecting me to do this.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“What?” Amanda replied, looking a little stunned.
“The shorts, do you think they suit me?” I grinned.
Amanda nodded, then glanced around the shop quickly. My eyes followed hers, and I spotted a couple of girls, a brunette and a blonde, by the counter. They were looking straight at me and talking in hushed tones. I waved at the girls, and the blonde blushed and looked away quickly. The brunette, however, did not.
“Looks like you have a fan club,” Amanda smirked.
“It’s smaller than yours from the last shop,” I winked.
“Guess we can’t go anywhere, can we?” Amanda giggled.
“Maybe if we kept our shirts on, we wouldn’t get so many looks,” I chuckled.
Just then, I saw a familiar Fabio look-alike through the shop windows. Craig was walking with his brother, Paul. I watched them for a few seconds and prayed to whichever gods were real that the two would walk past. Unfortunately, no one listened.
Craig strolled into the store with his brother, drawing the attention of the girls at the counter. I grabbed Amanda’s hand and yanked her into the change room with me before slamming and locking the door shut.
“Nick!” Amanda whispered urgently. “We can’t do this here.”
“Craig’s out there,” I said, silencing her. “I saw him walk in with his brother.”
“So, you put us in a more precarious situation?” Amanda arched her eyebrow in question.
“You haven’t broken up with him yet, have you?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“No,” Amanda shook her head and adverted her eyes.
I cupped her chin and raised her eyes to mine. “I don’t care. You take as much time as you need. I’m sorry for putting us in this situation, but I don’t want to share you with anyone else right now, and I knew… He would derail our day together.”
“Fuck I love you,” Amanda said after a brief pause.
Our lips met, and once again, an intense rush of pleasure hit me as Amanda’s body melted into mine. My hands found her hips, pulling her body against mine before sliding down to her glorious ass. Amanda squealed into my mouth as I gave her perfect ass a firm squeeze.
Our tongues danced as Amanda’s hands ran up my arms, along my chest, and down my stomach. Her breasts mashed into my chest roughly as her fingers danced along the waistband of my shorts. My cock quickly stiffened to a full erection, constricted tightly by my new board shorts.
“We can’t, not here,” Amanda gasped as our lips parted.
“We can,” I said, kissing down her neck. “I need you.”
“I won’t be able to stay quiet,” Amanda moaned. “It will be impossible.”
Suddenly, Craig’s voice cut through the air, causing Amanda and me to stop breathing. “Amanda will come around; she always does.
I wanted to burst out of the change-room and lay Craig out for even speaking Amanda’s name, but that was my irrational side. The sensible side of me was pointing out the fact that Amanda was standing here in my arms.
“Why do you put up with her,” Craig’s brother, Paul, asked.
“She’s hot as fuck, bro,” Craig replied. “Plus, she puts out a lot and never goes anywhere.”
“Aren’t you worried about Nick? He is her brother, after all, and you let him into the band.”
“Nah, I’m not worried at all,” Craig replied. “He barely knows them.”
Craig and Paul were just outside our change-room, and it sounded like they might be getting items together to try on themselves.
“You barely know him either,” Paul countered.
“Once he sees how crazy the girls in that house are, he’ll wanna get the fuck out,” Craig laughed. “There’s a reason I don’t stay over there very often.”
“I thought it was because Erica wouldn’t stop hitting on you,” Paul asked mockingly.
“Shut the fuck up,” Craig replied with what sounded like a slap across the head. “You’re just jealous that all you got to fuck is that stuffed bear you keep under your bed.”
Craig and Paul continued insulting and bantering with one another, but I zoned out their words. I was feeling a hot rage flow over me. I clenched my fists, ready to go out swinging at how these two talked about the women I loved. To hell with the consequences.
“Nick,” Amanda’s soft voice reached my ears. “It’s going to be alright.”
Amanda kissed me gently, then shifted me around until I was at the rear of the change room. Then she pulled the curtain across, cutting us off from the front section. The stalls were larger than they looked but still very cramped with two people. Amanda gently pushed me onto the seat, then straddled my hips like she had that first night. Our lips met once more, and we kissed without a worry in the world. Our tongues danced, and our hands roamed as her boyfriend’s and brother’s voice drifted outside.
My rock-hard cock was nestled perfectly between Amanda’s legs, and she had started grinding herself against me. I grabbed her hips and began rocking my own in unison. It only took a few seconds before the two of us breathed heavily and moaned into each other’s mouths. Suddenly, Amanda ripped her top off, followed by her bra a second later. Her large, perky breasts bounced to life before me. I had fantasised about her breasts many times since I returned home, only ever seeing them in her bikini. But nothing could prepare me for how utterly unique they were.
I took her rock-hard nipple into my mouth, latching on for dear life. Amanda suppressed a moan and pulled my head against her chest as she gyrated her hips, grinding herself against the length of my stiff rod.
I alternated between her magnificent breasts, sucking on her nipples and licking the tender flesh of her ample mounds as my hands roamed from her hips to her sides to cup her tits. I was in heaven and so close to an orgasm that I knew I’d explode the second Amanda’s bare skin touched my erection.