superlittlegirl
Polymorphous Perverse
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In the grocery store. Really.
I was headed toward the front of the store when a very well-dressed, ultra-feminine, super-cute asian girl walked past. She had a case of beer in one hand, a 12-pack of some other beer in the other, and her wallet (attached to her keys) clenched between her teeth. She looked like a fairy. So adorable.
I did my brief, yet appreciative glance and headed for the register, walking behind her at probably 10 paces.
She dropped her keys. I could see her tiny shoulders heave in exasperation. I said "Wait-- let me." I bent down to pick up her keys. She smiled down at me as I lifted the wallet to her mouth, and placed it between her teeth.
"Here," I said, as I watched her perfect little teeth clamp down. It was only when she grinned at me and gave me the look that I remembered that people usually don't put things into stranger's mouths. It's a bit intimate. It was all in slow motion-- it felt like the actual moment stretched so long.
I blushed and smiled, and got into the line behind her. She paid for her beer and turned to look at me. "Bye," she said, and "thanks!"
"Have fun," I replied.
"Oh, it's not for me," she said, almost apologetically, "it's for someone else." She flashed me another smile and walked out.
It was just one of those perfect moments. I replayed the scene in my head all the way home, and now I find myself wondering if she did too...
I was headed toward the front of the store when a very well-dressed, ultra-feminine, super-cute asian girl walked past. She had a case of beer in one hand, a 12-pack of some other beer in the other, and her wallet (attached to her keys) clenched between her teeth. She looked like a fairy. So adorable.
I did my brief, yet appreciative glance and headed for the register, walking behind her at probably 10 paces.
She dropped her keys. I could see her tiny shoulders heave in exasperation. I said "Wait-- let me." I bent down to pick up her keys. She smiled down at me as I lifted the wallet to her mouth, and placed it between her teeth.
"Here," I said, as I watched her perfect little teeth clamp down. It was only when she grinned at me and gave me the look that I remembered that people usually don't put things into stranger's mouths. It's a bit intimate. It was all in slow motion-- it felt like the actual moment stretched so long.
I blushed and smiled, and got into the line behind her. She paid for her beer and turned to look at me. "Bye," she said, and "thanks!"
"Have fun," I replied.
"Oh, it's not for me," she said, almost apologetically, "it's for someone else." She flashed me another smile and walked out.
It was just one of those perfect moments. I replayed the scene in my head all the way home, and now I find myself wondering if she did too...
