"How about this one?" Kyle asked, modeling a vibrant red sundress.
"It's fine." Heather replied flatly, barely acknowledging the dress.
"You've said that about the last three!" Kyle retorted, growing frustrated. "Ugh, women." he quipped playfully before closing the dressing room door.
Heather groaned as she leaned against the wall by the dressing room. She hated shopping trips with her boyfriend, mainly because he was often indecisive and constantly sought her opinion on almost every outfit, as if Heather had a sense for fashion. All Heather wanted was to leave, but her boyfriend seemed intent on trying everything in the store. She had no choice but to wait for him to finally make up his mind.
Standing around awkwardly while her boyfriend tried on clothes was bad enough, but the uncomfortable stares from other men passing by made it worse. She didn't blame them. A lone woman standing around by private dressing rooms - she probably looked like a pervert to them.
She glanced at the other end of the hallway, where a young girl, likely around ten years old, waited outside the dressing rooms for her father. Heather could relate to the poor girl, who probably wanted nothing more than to be at home playing video games.
Eventually, she heard a loud commotion as three teenage boys entered the dressing room area, talking loudly, as teenage boys often do. They were all dressed in very short shorts and revealing tops, with one boy sporting a crop top that exposed his midriff. They walked past Heather and entered the open dressing room next to Kyle's. Heather tried not to stare, wanting to avoid any awkwardness, but it was impossible for her eyes not to wander downward, catching the backside of the boys in their booty shorts. They closed the door behind them, and Heather caught a quick glimpse of the swimsuits they were holding, which they seemed ready to try on.
As Heather waited, she could hear the boys giggling from inside their dressing room. She bit her lip, trying to keep her mind from imagining what might be happening in there, and silently urged Kyle to hurry. Finally, the door to Kyle's dressing room swung open.
"I'm torn between these two, what do you think?” Kyle asked, holding up a striped sundress in one hand and a floral one in the other.
Heather, not really caring and not seeing much difference between them, was growing impatient with her boyfriend’s indecision. “Just get both.”
“Are you sure?” Kyle asked.
“Yes.” Heather replied, eager to leave the store.
Kyle leaned in, giving Heather a quick kiss on the lips. His pink lipstick smudged slightly on her dry lips. “Thanks, babe!”
Later, during the car ride home, Heather felt a bit defeated, having just spent 90 dollars on two dresses. Still, if it made her boyfriend happy, she tried to convince herself it was worth it. It was better not to dwell on it, so she attempted to push the thought aside.
Kyle suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on Heather's cheek. "Thanks again, babe."
"Don't mention it." Heather replied, feeling the trace of his lipstick on her skin. So much for trying to forget about it.
As Heather focused on the road, cruising down the highway at a relaxed speed, she felt Kyle's hand rest against her shorts. His delicate hand began to caress her thigh, his touch growing more intimate as his fingers moved slowly toward her crotch. His red-manicured fingertips gently tapped against her, sending a wave of pleasure through Heather. The thought of having just blown 90 dollars on clothes had escaped her mind, replaced by feelings of lust.