Amber did not miss the dozens of eyes watching as she and Eric strode out, hands very clearly held. She smiled. This might even be better than telling Eric about her conquests with women; more people had seen, to start with. But the advantage with Eric was that he'd definitely remember, even if she never told him another word of that night.
They walked out, unhurried as only those who have no definite goal but more relaxing can be. Her car was not far and with every step, the longing in Amber grew stronger. She wanted to kiss him again. Why not? If they both wanted it. Amber knew she did and she couldn't see how Eric, his eyes shining like things were going his way just by holding her hand, wouldn't.
Amber found out just how right she was when Eric beat her to the kiss, touching her face first. It was quick, mostly a tease. Enough to make her wish they'd both get home as soon as possible. Her hand had made its way up to his shoulder when they'd turned to each other; now she ran it down the length of his arm, his coat rustling as she did so. Through all his layers Amber could still feel the bulge of his bicep; he'd picked her up once like she weight no more than her purse. A flush warmed her despite the biting autumn wind. "See you soon."
With that, Amber stalked away, holding her arms just so to make her back profile the most alluring possible. Always had to look her best, her most attractive. It didn't matter that she'd decided to go slow tonight; Eric had to desire her.
Driving was straightforward but still required the basics of attention; turning on the engine, pulling out of the parking space, and shifting gears. For a few moments Amber’s mind left the topic of Eric and their pseudo-date; by the time she was able to think more closely about it, waiting at a red light, she realized she had no idea what would happen at her place. No more than kissing today, she'd sworn. Why? Her resentment against Eric was gone like snow melted in morning sun. He'd apologized and so had she. What else was left? What more could she or they get by waiting?
She'd worried, she remembered as she stepped on the gas, that they were always going so fast they prioritized sex over their very real problems-- which then grew even worse. Which was a very good reason, actually. That was how they were: great sex, fight, explosion, resentment, more great sex. So the reason for going slow was still there. Amber was half-grateful for this driving break, since it let her think a bit more before she got ahead of herself. She'd been practically acting like a guy, led by her dick.
Amber pulled up to a spot near her apartment and slammed the car door behind her, beeping it locked. A quick look around confirmed that Eric hadn't arrived yet, but he would soon. She climbed up the stairs ahead of him; better get ready inside than wait outside.
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They walked out, unhurried as only those who have no definite goal but more relaxing can be. Her car was not far and with every step, the longing in Amber grew stronger. She wanted to kiss him again. Why not? If they both wanted it. Amber knew she did and she couldn't see how Eric, his eyes shining like things were going his way just by holding her hand, wouldn't.
Amber found out just how right she was when Eric beat her to the kiss, touching her face first. It was quick, mostly a tease. Enough to make her wish they'd both get home as soon as possible. Her hand had made its way up to his shoulder when they'd turned to each other; now she ran it down the length of his arm, his coat rustling as she did so. Through all his layers Amber could still feel the bulge of his bicep; he'd picked her up once like she weight no more than her purse. A flush warmed her despite the biting autumn wind. "See you soon."
With that, Amber stalked away, holding her arms just so to make her back profile the most alluring possible. Always had to look her best, her most attractive. It didn't matter that she'd decided to go slow tonight; Eric had to desire her.
Driving was straightforward but still required the basics of attention; turning on the engine, pulling out of the parking space, and shifting gears. For a few moments Amber’s mind left the topic of Eric and their pseudo-date; by the time she was able to think more closely about it, waiting at a red light, she realized she had no idea what would happen at her place. No more than kissing today, she'd sworn. Why? Her resentment against Eric was gone like snow melted in morning sun. He'd apologized and so had she. What else was left? What more could she or they get by waiting?
She'd worried, she remembered as she stepped on the gas, that they were always going so fast they prioritized sex over their very real problems-- which then grew even worse. Which was a very good reason, actually. That was how they were: great sex, fight, explosion, resentment, more great sex. So the reason for going slow was still there. Amber was half-grateful for this driving break, since it let her think a bit more before she got ahead of herself. She'd been practically acting like a guy, led by her dick.
Amber pulled up to a spot near her apartment and slammed the car door behind her, beeping it locked. A quick look around confirmed that Eric hadn't arrived yet, but he would soon. She climbed up the stairs ahead of him; better get ready inside than wait outside.