"This story was EVERYTHING!!!!! I'm literally in tears!" What if Cinderella said...'no'? When campus prince Marco kisses Maggie, their chemistry sets the world on fire. Soon after, her fairy grandmother shows up ready to indulge Maggie at every tur...
We had to hit the highway and head out to a real town to find any options. Marco wanted an IKEA but there wasn't one in all of West Virginia.
I have a narrow, short torso and small breasts and none of the dresses I liked at the mall worked - they all gapped on my chest or bunched at the waist. I started to get really anxious until a saleslady at a small shop found me something different. It was a halter and a matching skirt so it looked like a dress but because it was two pieces - it fit perfectly.
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Marco gave it two thumbs up. He even went across to a different shop and bought a matching red tie.
My heart lurched.
"Marco..." I couldn't believe he'd done that.
"Linnea and Brian, eat your heart out?"
I nodded and kissed him.
We found me a pair of cheap strappy sandals and then went looking for a couch. We ended up back at Wal-Mart where we settled on a futon and frame in dark gray. It wasn't the old, floppy kind of futon that I was used to - instead it looked pretty much like a normal couch. Marco was way invested in it being decent-looking and the right proportions for the space. I figured it was an architect thing.
He also picked out an end table that came flat-packed and a chrome and wood lamp that was actually pretty cool. I liked his style so I had no commentary to give on his choices even when he gave me a long look. We grabbed some more food and things like a pack of light bulbs and a cheap blow dryer and more condoms.
I looked away when the cashier totaled it up but then looked back. It was almost $500. Who the f*ck spends five hundred dollars at Wal-Mart?! I mean, the inflatable mattress had been $50 and I'd thought THAT was crazy.
He popped in his debit card without blinking.
Jesus.
I stayed behind the next morning with an aching waist. Because of his sling, I had done much of the carrying the night before. And definitely more of the moving during sex. It felt like I'd done a hundred crunches.
"Call an Uber if you want to go anywhere," he told me after fiddling with my phone. "I set it up for you. They will take you wherever you want, the app pays."
"I know how Uber works," I stuck my tongue out at him.
"You didn't have the app."
"That's cuz I don't have a card to set it up. I can walk, you know. There's a convenience store just over the second hill."
"You said you were sore," he gave me a wolfish grin.
"I'll be fine. I may even go for a run. So go knock 'em dead."
"Maybe you should kiss my dick for luck?"
I straightened his tie and smoothed out some places where the sling was rumpling his dress shirt. He looked frigging amazing. "I kissed your dick in the shower like 30 minutes ago."
