Chapter 12

This kiss was even more explosive and incredible than our first one. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and Amanda's met mine in return. I pulled at her body, wanting to feel more of her against me, just as she pulled at mine. Then, just as quickly as it started, it was over.

"Wow," Amanda said, a little breathless.

"Wow indeed," I replied, my chest heaving with breathless excitement.

"I liked that," Amanda smiled, then bit her bottom lip. "But we probably should be a little more careful."

"Agreed," I chuckled.

We were practically standing in the middle of the broad walkway, where anyone could see. I had no doubt we'd been noticed as that couple who offered far too much affection in public. I just hoped it wasn't by anyone who knew Amanda and the girls.

We walked on for a few dozen metres while holding hands before I reluctantly let hers go. Amanda was a rare beauty and easily distinguished among a crowd. The last thing we needed was for one of Craig's friends to see her holding hands with the new guitarist of his band. It sucked, but I lived with these women and could spend as much time with them as I wanted.

"Sorry bout earlier," Amanda said once we reached a women's clothing store. "I don't know what came over me."

"You didn't hear me complaining, did you?" I winked.

"I guess not," she smiled cheekily. "But it's kind of hard to speak with my tongue in your mouth."

"I'm willing to try again," I quipped.

Amanda smiled and playfully slapped my shoulder. I could tell she was enjoying herself for probably the first time in a month, if what the others were to be believed.

I let the raven-haired bombshell pull me into the women's clothing store, and I walked behind her as she picked out a small selection of clothes. As her dutiful brother and soon-to-be lover, I helped carry her choices to the changing rooms. Half a dozen of the fifteen or so rooms were in use, marked by a bored-looking husband or boyfriends seated on the provided armchairs. Most were glued to their phones as their significant others tried on new outfits they'd inevitably have to pay for.

"Need a hand?" I asked Amanda as I handed her the outfits.

Amanda grinned, then shoved me into the chair. "Tempting, but I think I can manage. I will need your opinion, though."

"So, you're going to model for me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's your lucky day," Amanda stuck her tongue out at me, then vanished behind the changing room door.

I glanced around at the other men nearby, but none of them bothered to look up. A few of them had a pile of shopping bags at their feet, and I guessed they'd been at it for a few hours already. I could understand their plight as I'd been in this situation several times back in England. But those girls weren't Amanda.

The door to Amanda's changing room flung open a few minutes later, and I had to pick my jaw off the floor. Amanda had chosen to bring out the big guns first and was modelling a bathing suit for me. The top was a simple black wrap around her chest that barely held her generous curves in place. Her long raven hair swept over her bare shoulders enticingly, and the top left the entirety of her smooth, tight stomach bare. The bottoms seemed modest enough, riding high on her hips and splitting her glorious cheeks.

"Do you like it?" Amanda asked, giving me a twirl.

My earlier compliment obviously prompted this outfit choice because it showcased her spectacular ass. I glanced towards the other men seated around the change rooms, and each one of them, bar one, was trying their hardest not to stare. The other was openly gawking.

"It's perfect," I smiled.

Amanda grinned and pranced back into the change room. I looked over towards the closest men sitting by me. In unison, they both gave me an approving nod and thumbs up.

Typically I would have grown jealous of another man looking at my girlfriend, but I wasn't. It wasn't like she was going home with anyone else tonight. Then it hit me that I was already thinking of Amanda as my girlfriend, even though she hadn't technically broken up with Craig yet.

Amanda tried on a few other outfits, modelling them for me. A white tank-top that showed enough side-boob to make Erica blush, matched with a pair of black skin-tight ripped jeans. A black sundress with a high neck that left her back, shoulders, and arms completely bare and an almost fluffy cotton grey pair of shorts so tiny that she may as well be wearing underwear, and a matching top that pressed her breasts together enticingly while leaving her entire mid-rift exposed. Amanda called those her new bed-time outfit, but I knew if she wore that to my bed, it would be coming off in record time.

The amateur modelling session was easily the most fun I'd had in a women's clothing store in my entire life. The only way to top it would be if I shared the change room with her, which might be pushing things a little too far, especially in public.

"I'll get these for you," I said, pulling my wallet out.

"You don't have to," Amanda said, pulling out her bank card.

"I know, but I want to," I insisted. "You've been so good to me since I arrived and have given me a place to live and plenty of great meals. Let me do this for you."

"Okay," Amanda smiled. "How about a nice dinner as repayment."

"Only if it's just the two of us," I winked.

"Deal."

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.

A sudden knock echoed through our small change room, breaking the solitary of our erotic make-out session.

"I know what's going on in there," a woman's voice called out. "You need to leave immediately before I call security."

Amanda shot up quickly and began pulling her clothes on. I was still wearing the board shorts I was trying on, and I knew I had made a mess of them with my pre-cum, so I decided just to keep them on. I ripped the tag off and threw a t-shirt on before straightening myself. It was pretty obvious I had an erection, so I held the clothes I was about to buy in-front of my crotch.

Once we had straightened up, Amanda opened the curtain and the outer door. A middle-aged woman stood there with a frown on her face and her hands on her hips. The first thing I noticed was she wasn't wearing a uniform.

"Can I help you?" Amanda asked quietly, keenly aware of Craig in the other change rooms. He spoke rather boisterously with Paul, who was yelling back from his stall.

"It is very inappropriate of you two to be fornicating liken that in public," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper towards the end. "I will not have it."

"Do you work here?" I asked with a raised brow.

"That doesn't matter!" the woman snapped back. "I don't need to hear your filth while shopping.

The woman was beginning to sound shrill now, and one of the girls by the counter had noticed the interaction and rushed over.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, glancing between us and the woman.

"Yes," the woman replied confidently. "These two were being inappropriate in the change rooms, and I want them removed."

"I was just giving my boyfriend my opinion on his clothes," Amanda said. "Nothing more."

"I do not believe you. I saw the look on your face when you came out, you slut."

"That's it, get out," the cashier said, ushering the woman away from us. "You will not talk to my customers that way."

"This is outrageous," the woman yelled. "I am never coming back here again."

The cashier followed the middle-aged woman but glanced over her shoulder to mouth the words 'sorry.'

Suddenly, the door to Craig's changing room swung inward. I grabbed Amanda by the arm and dragged her into one of the isles of clothing racks just in time. I glanced over the top to see Craig standing there as he yelled some banter to his brother. A moment later, the younger Fabio-clone joined him.

"We can get out without them seeing us," Amanda said, pointing to the door.

"I can't," I said, pointing down to my shorts. "I need to pay for these, and shoplifting isn't the best way to get away unnoticed."

"Shit," Amanda said, glancing around the clothing rack.

"You go; I can pretend I was here alone," I said.

"What if one of the staff mentions me while Craig is around? He will definitely see you," Amanda replied.

"It's the only choice."

Just then, a troupe of young women around Emily's age rolled in through the store entrance. Each girl was wearing a bikini with towels or shawls wrapped around their hips, and it was clear they'd been swimming. They were all attractive, but none held a candle to any of my women. But they had the desired effect on Craig and his brother.

The girls kept to themselves as they entered, but Craig and Paul locked onto them, and I was immediately grossed out by how predatory the two acted. Fortunately, this meant their attention was now away from us and—more importantly—the front counter.

"Let's go," I said, pulling Amanda gently by her hand.

We made it to the register, and I handed the items I intended to purchase, along with the tag for the shorts I was wearing. The girl there gave me a super-friendly smile as she began bagging my items, but I kept most of my attention on Craig and his brother. We were within full view of the two; all they had to do was turn around. Thankfully the women were keeping his back to us.

"Sorry about that."

I turned to see the staff who'd escorted the woman out.

"That's okay," I smiled. "Sorry to cause a scene."

"Thank you," she smiled and glanced knowingly between Amanda and me. "I know it must be hard."

She obviously knew what had happened and didn't seem to mind. By the way, she was looking at Amanda I guessed she might have been checking out the both of us. In another life, I'd have asked for her number. But it felt wrong now.

"Thank you," I nodded to her and the cashier handling my items. "You may want to give those girls a hand, though. Those two look like trouble."

I motioned toward Craig and Paul. Both women groaned when they saw them, and the one who handled the middle-aged woman made her way over there.

"Let's go," I grabbed Amanda's hand.

She nodded, and we made our escape just in time to hear the store attendant address Craig and Paul. I didn't know if she'd kick them out on the spot or just intervene and give the girls a way out, but I wanted to be as far away as possible.

"Let's get out of here," Amanda said as if reading my mind.

I didn't know if it was my heightened state of arousal at being so close to Amanda or the risk of being caught, but I wasn't acting like my usual cautious self. Neither was Amanda. We all but ran hand-in-hand and rounded the nearest corner, our escape just around the corner.

"Nick?"

Daniel stood before me, with Jen, Emily's friend, and the girl I'd slept with on my first night in Australia. I knew the two had hooked up before meeting them, but it hadn't bothered me since I didn't know Daniel. All I knew was that he liked her, and Craig made fun of him endlessly about it. It seemed the two had made up since they were together, holding hands, looking very similar to Amanda and myself right now.

"Hey, Dan," I greeted, then nodded to Jen.

Amanda stopped suddenly, bumping into me. I don't think Dan or Jen registered who was with me initially, but a sudden realisation spread across Dan's face. I wanted to pull my hand away from Amanda's, but that would look even more incriminating. I didn't know how to handle this situation.

I felt Amanda tense as she pressed into me as if trying to hide herself. She squeezed my hand so tight that I couldn't let go even if I wanted to. I felt panic rise in my chest; then I heard Craig's laughter boom throughout the shopping centre, signally his exit from the clothing store.

And it was coming closer.

"Dan," Jen said, drawing Daniel's attention. "I need you to talk to Craig and keep him busy."

Daniel looked to Jen, then back to me before nodding. Jen kissed him on the cheek; then he quickly strode around the corner without another word. I was immediately worried he would say something to Craig, but something stopped me from protesting.

"Go on," Jen smiled. "You two have to be more careful."

"You know," I said, putting two-and-two together.

"Emily is my best friend, after all," Jen smiled. "Now go on before Craig shows up."

"Thank you," Amanda said, throwing her arms around Jen in a hug. "I'm sorry if I was ever a bitch to you."

"Don't be," Jen smiled and returned her hug. "I probably deserved it."

"Does Dan know?" I asked once the girls stopped hugging.

"No," Jen shook her head. "I'll talk to him bout it and make sure he doesn't say anything. You can trust him. He likes you."

"I'm very likable," I grinned.

"Clearly," Jen smiled. "Now go on."