It was a slow Tuesday afternoon at the pharmacy. The lady behind the counter hadn’t had a customer for an hour; she was beginning to drowse.
A teenaged boy came in, all lanky awkwardness and a shock of black hair that needed a good combing. He looked around, came up to the counter, stuttered out his request, looking like he’d prefer to be pretty much anywhere else in the world just now.
She looked at him, turning pink as he stood there, shifting from one foot to another, as if he were planning to bolt out the door. “A pack of condoms? Certainly!”
Put the pack down on the counter, went to ring up the sale, decided to have a wee bit of fun.
“You, um, know how these work? Here, let me show you.”
She opened the package up, got out a condom, and slowly unrolled it onto her thumb, gently smoothing down the latex, and looking up. Dam’, but he was cute with his freckles and bright eyes. And cheeks turning redder by the second.
She leaned forward. Mid thirties, but she still had it, she thought. His gaze dropped down her top, eyes widening.
“They do anything for you?” she asked. He nodded, holding his breath.
“Look, come into the back room. Bring that package with you.”
He followed her in, like a puppy, she thought, as she cleared the table and leaned slowly back.
“We don’t have much time,” she said, taking his hands and placing them just so.
It didn’t take long, but well, it was good. Enthusiasm made up for lack of experience. She caressed that tousled hair, and stroked his cheek. A thought came to her.
“You put the condom on, yeah?”
Wordlessly, he nodded, holding up his thumb to show her.