Pixie Lust // l.t. au

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AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END OF CHAPTER!!!!!

Chapter 1-

I gripped the arms of my leather chair as I was overwhelmed with a sudden rush of excitement. The plane was in the process of landing and never once had I experienced such a sensation.

The flight from Toronto to Orlando was roughly three hours, and I had enjoyed every minute of it by helping myself to complementary airplane snacks whilst reading through the cruise package, making sure that I was fully educated on the luxury cruise life that I would be gratefully living for four weeks. The only part of the flight that I didn't enjoy was the large amount of screaming babies, but I wasn't going to let some fantasies about chloroform ruin this for me. It was my first time traveling by plane, after all.

I should've been more nervous throughout the flight, but the thought of tropical scenery and the possibility of meeting attractive men with exotic names was enough to keep me distracted. Besides, as I'd mentioned beforehand, this plane had free snacks.

However, the most exciting thing about the vacation I was about to have, was being able to experience every moment of it with my best friend of two years, Lennon, whom I had yet to meet for the first time.

My thoughts were interrupted by the rumble of the plane as it touched the ground. Immediately, all the white mothers on the plane scooped up their screaming children and were out of the plane within seconds, with their fatigued looking husbands trailing behind with the luggage; leaving me and everyone else wondering why white moms are always in a rush. If Lennon was here, she'd probably cut in with some crude joke about their s.ex lives, I thought fondly.

Fifteen minutes after the plane had landed, the aisle was finally clear enough for me to get my backpack from the overhead compartment and exit the plane. I headed over to the luggage conveyor belt to get my suitcase and then made my way to the food court where Lennon was hopefully waiting for me.

I was so excited about meeting my best friend, yet so nervous at the same time.

What if she'd managed to catfish me this whole time?

What if she was actually a man?

Oh my God, what if she was a hot man?

There were many 'what ifs' running through my mind, but they were all washed away when I spotted the all too familiar face of Lennon, sitting at a small table in the corner of the packed food court, who appeared to be making love to a footlong sub. Her brown hair was in a high ponytail and she was wearing jean shorts and a tie-dye t-shirt. I remembered her telling me that she had made it at some summer camp. She appeared to have less makeup on than she usually does when we FaceTime, which was good. Natural Lennon was my favourite Lennon.

My breath quickened as I started calling her name frantically, walking closer to the table. My pace picked up to a skip-gallop thing while I continued to screech her name. I probably looked and sounded like an injured pterodactyl, but I just couldn't contain my excitement.

As I got closer her facial expressions became clearer; a pure face of euphoric pleasure, most likely due to the sub. I could literally hear her moaning as she took quite a monstrous bite out of the sub. Her eyes were closed when she swallowed, so she wouldn't have noticed me stand in front of her. I, myself do understand the erotic charge of a good sandwich, but by this point I was getting a bit anxious.

"Lennon!" No response. "Lennon." I was literally standing in front of her, only a few feet away as I was, at this point, lazily walking toward the girl. "Lennon, would you please hold your o.rgasm and pay attention to me."

Her eyes flew open with her mouth gaping wide (a little sauce was smeared at the corner of her lips), finally acknowledging my presence. She stood up immediately and ran towards me, unfortunately dropping the sandwich in the process. She let out a yelp and her face contorted in sadness. Waving her arms and pushing it to the back of her mind, she rushed over to me and held me tightly, with her face buried in the crook of my neck.