My One For Half A Million

Ren Fair

     He did give me his number in the morning, as well as a ride home.

     I wish we could say we fucked that morning, but we didn't. Which is a shame. I invited him in for coffee and and a quick remedy for his hangover, we made out a bit, but then he got a call from someone, and all the color drained from his face. I wondered, briefly, if it was an act, an excuse to leave, but figured if it was an act, he was an extraordinarily good liar.

     It took another week to get him in my bed, and it was just as great the second time around.

     Soon it became a regular thing. I'd go to his house or he'd come to mine, and we'd fuck eachother's brains out. He really was one of the most submissive people I'd ever met. I ran my finger along his jawline, and he was willing to drop to his knees and do whatever I told him, without a second thought.

     "How cute," I'd say, ruffling his hair as he knelt between my knees. "What a good, braindead boy." And his face would curve into my hand like a flower turning toward the sun.

     A couple months of this went by, and we made it official- we were fuckbuddies. We were friends with benefits. We were extremely attracted to eachother, and we fucked like rabbits.

     And he really was the cutest little thing- I was unsure if this was in spite of his size, or if that added to it. When he was in his subspace, he had the prettiest wide eyed stare, like he'd do anything I asked of him. Like he wanted to do it before I asked. When he wasn't a sub, he was wicked smart, deeply respectful, and funny as hell.

     We started to talk about stuff that didn't involve us fucking, even though at first it was a constant back and forth of winky emojis and innuendo. I learned that his mom was sick, cancer, or something like it. He heard about my huge family, with all their weird unspoken rules. One day, I took him out for coffee, and was honestly a little surprised to learn he drank his coffee black. He blamed it on being a health nut, on growing up getting made fun of constantly about his body- first too small, then too big, always tormented for something. He laughed and said that probably played into his degradation kink. His praise kink, too.

     He was, without a doubt, a very good boy.

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     One day I saw an ad for a medieval fair / literature type festival in the area, and I got really excited.

     I sent it to my best friend, Sam, who said she had work. I send it to Jay, my other best friend, and they said they had to go out of town for a family gathering. I sent frowny faces to both of them, and sat back, wondering who to take- and then I got a text.

     It was a picture of Xylar, holding up a book with an extravagant cover. Some of his hair was flopped forward over his forehead, and he was kind of flushed.

      There are some scenes in this book we should uhh.... replicate.

     All flushed, huh? Having a good time?

    In response, hw typed for a few minutes. Eventually, he sent a ...maybe.

     I smiled at my phone screen. Dork. Granted, I wasn't one to talk- we were pretty evenly matched in terms of dorkiness.

     Hey, I texted- sudden subject change. wanna go to this thing?

     I sent him the ad. He looked at it, typed for a bit- I was unsure if he was busy or just a slow typer. Eventually, he sent a text- basically saying yes, just with a lot more smiley faces.

     So we went to the festival.

     "You look nice," I said, sliding into his car. He was wearing a nice, plain shirt reminiscent of a tunic, and some fitted black jeans. His shirt was flipped up in the back, so I got a great view of his ass on the walk to the car.

     "Thanks," he said. I saw him staring at the wheel, and I smiled. He looked over, his eyes darting towards me, and a blush immediately spread through his face. "You, um... you look good, too, Zo."

     I licked my lower lip and bit it, letting my legs fall apart a little. I ran a lazy hand down my thigh. "You think so?" I asked, "This skirt isn't too short?"

     The blush got redder and he gulped, making me giggle. "Good boy," I said.

      "Fuck," he said, shaking his head and laughing a little. "Zoe, if you're gonna do this, I'm gonna have to be a passenger princess."

      The way his knee shook made me laugh harder. "Alright," I said, "Sorry."

     He heaved a deep breath, sighed a dramatic "THANK you," and pulled into the street. It took a lot of willpower not to make more suggestive comments or gestures, but in the end, I decided I didn't want to die in a wreck dressed like a slutty barmaid.

     The first day of the fair was surprisingly un-busy. I figured it would be kind of huge. We walked around the place, most of which was outside, looking at all the stores that sold bows, knives, knick knacks, dice, potion, et cetera.

     The second day of the fair was absolutely booming, and while I was glad the people at the booths were getting more money because of it, the crowding made it slightly less enjoyable, until Xylar found a hole in the wall pizza shop with a DnD themed band. We stayed in there almost all day, the vibes were immaculate and the pizza was great.

     The third day started like the other two, and the crowd was middling. Big, but not claustrophobic. We revisited the pizza parlor, that now had a Shakespeare acting crew doing whatever scenes someone in the place shouted out at them, grabbed a slice, and headed back out. When we were hungry again, the pizza long gone, Xylar got a turkey leg. I took a few bites, and he ate the rest- by the time it was gone, I was wiping grease off of his chin, laughing so hard my shoulders shook.

     He bought a fantasy series I'd never heard of, and scolded me for having no clue what it was. I bought a mini notebook that you could keep in the back pocket of your jeans. At one booth we got eachother necklaces that were the same style without knowing it- he got me one with a small sword pendant, and I got him one with an arrowhead hanging off of it.

     I drove us that day, and asked if he was alright stopping to get a coffe and/or a light dinner. He said he was, so I drove us to a Cafe I liked that sold good sandwiches.

     We went in, sat down, and ordered. Laughing at a lame joke about Poe, happy, and looking into his sparkly eyes, I took a bite of my food.

     And then my family walked in.