Carol and I had been dating for a few months, and we’d never really had a fight. It was all just so easy: we hung out, did stuff with our mutual friend group, and we fooled around at every opportunity. And by fooled around I meant that I was learning every possible way to make her cum using my mouth and my fingers, and she was doing the same for me. We definitely weren’t fighting over sex–she wanted to wait for actual penetration, and I was fine with that. As in, really fine–we had a great thing together, and I made sure she knew it.
So when we finally did have a fight, it was over something totally stupid. It’s only noteworthy because of how she managed to win that fight without me even realizing it, at the time.
We’d been out at a bonfire, pretty far out of town. The drive back was along dark winding country roads, and every time we encountered an oncoming car the glare from the lights lit up the haze and dirt on the inside of my windshield–it was long overdue to be washed. I didn’t give it any thought, but it bugged Carol.