(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Jenna grinned playfully, giving you a coy wink that could only mean one thing.
"You've got a whole day set up with Mari, remember?" Jenna sighed. "You must be the laziest boyfriend ever if you seriously forgot."
You rolled your eyes. "Cut me some slack, Jenna. It would've come to me."
Lauren smiled happily at you, then looked at Jenna. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. Run Matt over to Marisol's house, please?"
"Sure thing, mom." Jenna nodded, and Lauren left the room. As soon as Jenna heard your mother close the bathroom door behind her, she teasingly flicked you the bird and walked away, obviously not planning on going out of her way to take you to your girlfriend's. You cursed her under your breath, and began the long trek.
Obviously, to a normal person, the walk would take no time at all. Mari's house was only three doors down on the left. But, for you, it took the better part of an hour and a half. You had to scale down the kitchen table (last time you'd been in a situation like this you'd jumped, ended up flattening out on the floor, and were stepped on by Lauren before you could reform, staying ground under her heel for the rest of the day). Then work your way through the living room, slip under the small crack in your front door, and head down the front steps.
That only marked the one-third point of your journey. The expanse of the sidewalk felt like it went on forever to one as small as you, and you were halted at one point by a woman out for her morning jog, necessitating you diving aside into the grass to avoid her pounding sneakers. The ground trembled as she passed, and you had a brief sobering moment of scale, before continuing your journey and finally reaching Mari's front door.
Once there, you slipped into the small one-inch door (specifically installed for you by the ever-thoughtful Mari), and entered Mari's house. It was pretty similar in design to your own, except for the much higher prevalence of workout clothing and exercise equipment haphazardly strewn about.
"Ah, Matt." A forceful voice sounded out from behind you. You turned to see Rio, Mari's mother, standing by the closet putting her shoes on. "Morning. You and Mari have the day planned out?" Rio was clad in skin-tight purple leggings and a matching purple sports bra. The ensemble accentuated her taut, sizable curves.
"I'm not sure." You called up to her, straining your voice so she could hear you. "I'll have to ask her."
A soft, knowing smile crossed Rio's usually stoic face. "Might be best to get off the floor, then."
You chuckled, with a bit of groaning. "Don't I know it."
The reason Jenna had grinned at you and given you that coy wink earlier was twofold. One was, for as wonderful a girlfriend Mari was, she was utterly and tremendously forgetful. She had such a terrible memory that it would be an insult to goldfish to say she had severe short-term memory. She was attentive and observant, and always quick to help you when she could, but the number of times her awful memory had screwed you over was innumerable. For every time that you spent cuddling with her and going out on pleasant dates, you spent the next few days horribly crushed, humiliated, or otherwise abused by her, and always unintentionally. It just kept happening.
The second reason was because of Mari's mother, Rio. Rio was a stalwart tiny rights advocate, extremely caring, and always treated you well. Unfortunately, unlike most tiny sympathizers, Rio expressed her care through tough love and extreme training. She believed tinies needed to grow stronger and more dependable on their own. What this meant was that Rio, in nine cases out of ten, never helped you out of situations, even if she could have. Though you understood her reasons, it annoyed you to no end the number of times she saw Mari searching for you, then saw you plastered to Mari's butt cheek, and yet said nothing. Rio's heart was in the right place, but boy did it ruin your day over and over.
Suffice to say, but Mari's house was a place of both great memories and terrible ones.
Rio finished gathering up her belongings into a big gym bag, nodded at you by way of a farewell, then stepped over you and exited the house through the door. You assumed she was most likely heading off to her job at Focused Fitness, the most popular (and basically only) gym in your local area. Maybe she had a class or private physical training session?
Regardless, you booked it into double-time and sprinted out of the hallway and towards the living room, where Mari came into sight, relaxing on the couch. She was wearing white short shorts that were probably a size too small for her, and a red crop top with a plunging neckline. A tantalizing amount of her gorgeous body was on full display, and the mere sight of it spurred you on towards the table, which you scaled in record time. You sauntered towards Mari's feet, which were propped up on the table, and smelled faintly of lilac.
You rapped your knuckles on her ankle, drawing her attention. You bowed in a theatrical manner. "Your most honored guest has arrived."
Mari quirked an eyebrow. "Hey little stud. If you're the guest, does that make me the queen?"
"I'd describe you more as a goddess, Mari." You quipped, earning a light, lilting laugh from your girlfriend. She dropped her feet from the table and leaned forward, colossal cleavage threatening to spill from her top.
"Well then, your goddess demands a kiss, little one." Mari said in a low, seductive tone, scooping you up from the table and lifting you to her large, luscious, puckered lips. You spread your arms wide and accepted the kiss, grateful Mari hadn't put any make-up on so you weren't slathered in rainbow colored lipstick. You were still drenched in a bit of saliva, but it was worth it for the indescribable experience of being wholly embrace by the plush lips of your girlfriend.
Mari pulled you back and smiled at your dumbfounded expression. "Been a while since our last date, right? I've got a few plans for the day, Matt, if that's okay."
"Lead on." You suggested. "Whatever you wanna do, I'm game."
Mari nodded appreciatively. "Alright. Well, here's the plan."
What does Mari have in store for you?
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