Rick and Carol went to high school together and were really close friends. But nothing ever happened romantically... tonight would be decidedly different.
It was after midnight on a Friday night... so really it was early Saturday morning. And I found myself wandering the aisles of the local 24 hour Safeway grocery store. I was on a mission, but I kept getting distracted by things I normally looked for when shopping for groceries; meat, soda, candy. It didn't help that my goal wasn't where I thought it normally should be.
I was on the hunt for condoms. A friend from high school, Carol, had come to town for the weekend. She sent me a simple text message yesterday "Hey Rick, we need to go out." We went out to a bar together, had a few drinks. One thing had led to another and she'd asked me to come back to her hotel room. Knowing I didn't have any condoms and wondering where, precisely, this night was going I just came out and asked her "Are we going to fuck?"
We'd never had sex or anything like that before. Carol and I were really great friends in high school who have lost track of each other over the last four years. But we were always very open with each other as friends, and we had really talked about a lot during dinner and at the bar. So I felt pretty comfortable asking her such a straightforward question and Carol gave me a straightforward answer in return; "You bet your ass we are." Then she kissed me. Maybe it was the alcohol talking for both of us.
So, I let her know of my situation and she decided it would be a good idea to go get some. When I got out of the car she only said one thing "I'm allergic to latex." I knew what that meant and it didn't make me happy. In my somewhat limited experience I've found that non-latex condoms can sometimes be hard to find. Seems like a store only sells one brand, and if they are sold out... you have to look elsewhere.
I felt pretty confident we'd be ok, if I could just find where the condoms were located. Normally they are in the pharmacy section, but they weren't there. The next most likely spot is what I've seen many store refer to as the "Family Planning" section. They weren't there either. Finally I located them with the soaps and shampoos. What they're doing there I don't know, but I was very happy to have finally located them. Seeing them made me think of putting one on, which made me think of getting inside Carol... of seeing her naked body and having my way with it.. and that got my dick hard again.
Their selection was surprisingly large, I actually had a few choices for the non-latex variety. I found what I had been hoping they'd have, Lifestyles Skyn Large. I'm not a porn star or a huge dude, but my dick is pretty big, 8 inches long and pretty thick. When I'd first started having sex I had used the regular sized condoms and they had been pretty uncomfortable. I had done a little research and decided I needed to use the larger size. Depending on the brand they tended to be meant for guys that were 7-8 inches long. Having had two steady girlfriends in the past I had settled into a preference for Trojan Magnums. Unfortunately they were made from latex, which left me with the Lifestyle brand. They'd do in a pinch, but they too felt a little uncomfortable from time to time if I was really aroused. Like I am... right now. Recently I had noticed that Lifestyle started making a slightly larger size of non-latex.
I picked up a box of three at first, then decided to get the 6, because what if we spent tomorrow together? Wouldn't that be exciting? I could always save them for later anyway. I wiped the smile off my face and picked up a few seemingly innocuous items from around the store. I always felt like I had to get more than just condoms, especially late at night, as if the people checking me out were judging me. Part of me thought, "So what if they are judging you? You're about to go have sex, let them be jealous!" But another, shyer part of me thought "They think you're a sex pervert."
So, I tried to seem casual as I walked up to the sole check-out aisle with my soda, candy, ice cream, bread... and a box of condoms. I was especially dismayed to see the lone customer service representative was a really pretty girl. I did a double take when I first saw her. Five foot five, fit looking, a very impressive looking chest, beautiful blonde hair and a very pretty face. She looked to be anywhere between 18-25. I read her nametag and noted it said "Lois." Lois was reading a magazine and didn't look up fully until my items had found their way to the scanner. She said "Hello" and then started running everything through the scanner and putting them in bags.
Looking closer I could tell she was tired, I also noticed a book bag at her feet with the logo for the University of Maryland on it. I figured she must be working to help pay the bills at school, and had to work the night shift out of necessity. Just as I wondered this the condoms came up to the scanner.
I froze, embarrassed that I had been checking her out and now she had her hand on my condoms. She picked them up, ran them through the scanner, and then for the first time glanced at me with just the hint of a smirk on her face. Only for the briefest of moments. I did my best to stay stone faced as she quickly looked away, pretending I didn't even notice her look at me.
I could tell as she placed them in a bag she was still thinking about me, everything else she had put away without thinking, just like she had put tens of thousands of other items into bags before. She seemed to hesitate a little as she put them in the bag. Maybe this was the first customer she had checked out who had bought condoms? Or maybe the first one who had bought the large variety? No, that can't be right. I decided I was being ridiculous, my hormones were getting the best of me, making me think I was gods gift...
We finished the transaction without incident, my receipt printed out, Lois grabbed it and wrote a quick note, then handed it to me. I said something like "Have a nice night" and glanced over her body one more time before turning and exiting. I found Carol in the car and deflected her question about what took so long and why I got so many items. As she pulled away she put her hand on my thigh just as I looked at the receipt. Curiously, the handwritten note on the back that simply said "@Lois1234". I shrugged, folded the receipt and put it in my wallet, refocusing my attention on Carol and what she was doing with her hand.
Carol started the engine and ran her hand up my thigh and brushed it against my crotch. Between thinking about sex on the way over here, and thinking about sex while looking at the condoms, I had been hard for a long time. But I definitely got a little harder and more excited as Carol gripped my crotch for a few moments before driving out of the parking lot and heading down the highway towards her hotel. I gazed at her as she drove, taking the time again to examine her body, her hair, her pretty face. I'd always thought she was pretty, but the slight maturing she had done since we graduated made her even more beautiful. Her form was stunning, at least from this angle.
Carol was thin as she had always been, but it seemed like she had added a few pounds of muscle of the years, which evened out her form a little. Personally, my favorite part of a womans body is her chest. I prefer big boobs. Not extremely big, but I do like big breasts. Carols had never been that and they weren't now. But they were plenty and they fit the rest of her figure perfectly. If I had to guess I'd say she was a C, which on her somewhat slim figure looked really good. Awesome really.
I noticed as we were driving that Carol didn't seem to be going towards her hotel room. She had told me earlier that it was in Silver Spring, but we were heading away, towards Columbia. Which is where we went to school. I assumed she wanted to take a look at the old high school. I saw it every now and then, but Carol probably hadn't seen it in a long time.
My suspicions were confirmed as we drove into the empty parking lot and stopped the car on the farthest edge. The campus was lit up by security lights that flooded everything; we could see all the main buildings and the track, the distant football field. The parking lot itself was less well lit, and where we were was near a large group of trees and essentially in darkness. Being out of the lights meant we could see the school, but we didn't have anything amounting to high powered security lights anywhere near us.
Carol opened up her door and got out, so I did too. The air was a nice temperature. May in Maryland can have some pretty warm days, but the nights tend to be a nice mild temperature. Carol walked in front of the vehicle, a Chevy Tahoe, and just looked at our old high school, James Madison. After a couple minutes she said, "It looks the same."
