his waist and an Affliction t-shirt that
hugs him in all the right places. He looks like a movie star trying not to be
recognized. We both realized this morning that I have no pants. So,
the plan is for Ryan to run into a store and get me pants so we can finish
getting everything else we need.
“How
about this store?” He asks pulling in front of a small boutique.
“It’ll
work.”
“So,
what size are you? I never bought a girl pants before?”
“It
would be easiest to just get me leggings or yoga pants and a plain t-shirt in a
size medium.”
“What
the fuck are leggings? And you are not a medium. You are definitely small
or extra small.”
“You’re
sweet but I’m a medium. Just get any stretchy cotton pants in
black. I’m not picky.”
He
glances back at me before he disappears into the store. He still doesn’t
trust me. Hopefully this small town won’t be suspicious of a boy in a hat and sunglasses
buying girl’s pants. Less than ten minutes later, he comes out with a
small bag. The way he’s rushing out, you’d think he just robbed a bank.
He
gets in the driver’s side and throws the bag at me. “That was fucking
embarrassing.”
“I
forgot to ask you to get me underwear.” He quickly turns his head towards
me and just glares.
“I
asked the lady where the yoga pants were and every lady in there stopped to
stare at me.”
I
can’t help it, I bust out laughing.
“When
I asked for a medium, they looked at me confused.” He says as he holds his arms
out to showcase his “not so medium body”.
“Oh
come on, they knew these were probably for your girlfriend.” As the words
spilled out, I couldn’t get them back. They were out there. He
doesn’t say anything but my face is red again.
I
pull the pants out and hold them up. ”Good job.” I reach under his shirt
that hits me mid-thigh and I pull his boxers down my legs. “Whoa! What
the fuck! A warning would be nice!” Playfully, I throw the boxers at his
face. I pull the yoga pants up and then pull the shirt out of the
bag. “Nice!” It’s a gray v-neck t-shirt with Miss Me in
rhinestones across the chest.
“The
lady picked it out. Must be damn special. It was $50. For a fucking
t-shirt.”
“I
said plain. This is an expensive brand. I lift his t-shirt up and
over my head. Thank goodness I do still have my bra and it’s not too
ugly. It’s white but lacy. He doesn’t turn away. I can feel
his eyes on me and my body immediately warms. I pull the Miss Me shirt over my head and look at him. Yep, he’s staring at me like I’m a
cheeseburger. He does that sexy thing with his tongue, where he touches
it to the top of his lip. Kiss me, I say inside my head. I think I’m
saying it with my eyes as well but maybe not because he’s looking at me funny.
“Are
you okay?” He asks me. The ring in his eyebrow raising slightly.
“Yep,
peachy.” I feel the need to fan my face but I quickly distract
myself. “There’s a grocery store across the street. We can get food
and hair color and stuff there. I need a toothbrush too!”
“Perfect.”
It’s
a mild 43 degrees today but sunny as always. Every time the sun goes
behind the clouds, I shiver.
“Here,
take this.” Ryan removes his button down flannel he wore over his t-shirt
and hands it to me. “I should have gotten you a jacket in that
store. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s
okay. Thanks for this.” I pull on his flannel and refrain from
shoving it under my nose to inhale his scent.
We
travel quickly through the grocery store and only buy what’s necessary.
Ryan has to use cash and he knows if he makes a withdrawal they can trace him.
We buy basics like bread, peanut butter, soup, and coffee. We buy a Nice
and Easy brunette color that Ryan picks out, a toothbrush and a
hairbrush. We pass the condom aisle and he slows down giving me bedroom
eyes. I know he’s playing with me but a
hugs him in all the right places. He looks like a movie star trying not to be
recognized. We both realized this morning that I have no pants. So,
the plan is for Ryan to run into a store and get me pants so we can finish
getting everything else we need.
“How
about this store?” He asks pulling in front of a small boutique.
“It’ll
work.”
“So,
what size are you? I never bought a girl pants before?”
“It
would be easiest to just get me leggings or yoga pants and a plain t-shirt in a
size medium.”
“What
the fuck are leggings? And you are not a medium. You are definitely small
or extra small.”
“You’re
sweet but I’m a medium. Just get any stretchy cotton pants in
black. I’m not picky.”
He
glances back at me before he disappears into the store. He still doesn’t
trust me. Hopefully this small town won’t be suspicious of a boy in a hat and sunglasses
buying girl’s pants. Less than ten minutes later, he comes out with a
small bag. The way he’s rushing out, you’d think he just robbed a bank.
He
gets in the driver’s side and throws the bag at me. “That was fucking
embarrassing.”
“I
forgot to ask you to get me underwear.” He quickly turns his head towards
me and just glares.
“I
asked the lady where the yoga pants were and every lady in there stopped to
stare at me.”
I
can’t help it, I bust out laughing.
“When
I asked for a medium, they looked at me confused.” He says as he holds his arms
out to showcase his “not so medium body”.
“Oh
come on, they knew these were probably for your girlfriend.” As the words
spilled out, I couldn’t get them back. They were out there. He
doesn’t say anything but my face is red again.
I
pull the pants out and hold them up. ”Good job.” I reach under his shirt
that hits me mid-thigh and I pull his boxers down my legs. “Whoa! What
the fuck! A warning would be nice!” Playfully, I throw the boxers at his
face. I pull the yoga pants up and then pull the shirt out of the
bag. “Nice!” It’s a gray v-neck t-shirt with Miss Me in
rhinestones across the chest.
“The
lady picked it out. Must be damn special. It was $50. For a fucking
t-shirt.”
“I
said plain. This is an expensive brand. I lift his t-shirt up and
over my head. Thank goodness I do still have my bra and it’s not too
ugly. It’s white but lacy. He doesn’t turn away. I can feel
his eyes on me and my body immediately warms. I pull the Miss Me shirt over my head and look at him. Yep, he’s staring at me like I’m a
cheeseburger. He does that sexy thing with his tongue, where he touches
it to the top of his lip. Kiss me, I say inside my head. I think I’m
saying it with my eyes as well but maybe not because he’s looking at me funny.
“Are
you okay?” He asks me. The ring in his eyebrow raising slightly.
“Yep,
peachy.” I feel the need to fan my face but I quickly distract
myself. “There’s a grocery store across the street. We can get food
and hair color and stuff there. I need a toothbrush too!”
“Perfect.”
It’s
a mild 43 degrees today but sunny as always. Every time the sun goes
behind the clouds, I shiver.
“Here,
take this.” Ryan removes his button down flannel he wore over his t-shirt
and hands it to me. “I should have gotten you a jacket in that
store. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s
okay. Thanks for this.” I pull on his flannel and refrain from
shoving it under my nose to inhale his scent.
We
travel quickly through the grocery store and only buy what’s necessary.
Ryan has to use cash and he knows if he makes a withdrawal they can trace him.
We buy basics like bread, peanut butter, soup, and coffee. We buy a Nice
and Easy brunette color that Ryan picks out, a toothbrush and a
hairbrush. We pass the condom aisle and he slows down giving me bedroom
eyes. I know he’s playing with me but a
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