Turning her back around to face the room filled with gaming displays and people walking around in character costumes, I whispered in her ear, “Live it up, baby. Where do you want to go first?”
When I’d bought the tickets on Friday, I’d had second thoughts just as the ‘Congratulations’ message came up that confirmed my successful purchase. In fact, I’d been lucky as hell to even get the tickets this late and it was purely down to the fact that the gaming convention had been planned six weeks previously, but because of an influx of really bad weather and a norovirus outbreak, it had been canceled. The tickets I’d had to purchase in the end were all access, all day, VIP ones which had cost a fortune, but I’d done a ton of overtime recently so it wasn’t impossible. Seeing her face now, though, I’d pay double what I had just to see that excitement again.
Before we could take the first step forward, she spun around, pulled my face down to hers and kissed me soundly. For a minute I forgot we were surrounded by people in cosplay outfits and gaming paraphernalia, and I also forgot my one step at a time mantra…
At least until I felt someone stop beside us and growl, “Fuck!”
Reluctantly, I lifted my mouth away from Katy’s, and we both looked to the side to see a dude dressed up as Geralt of Rivia, aka the dude from The Witcher. Of course it was, it wouldn’t possibly be anyone else, would it?
“Oh my god,” Katy whispered, staring at him. “You even sound just like him.”
The guy focused his amber eyes on her, growled and then stomped away before she could say anything else.
Shaking it off, I looked down to see her eyes sparkling up at me. “I just growled at by Geralt of Rivia. Best. Date. Ever!” she told me, leaning into me on the last word.
And there began the weirdest date of my life – and possibly the most expensive – but it was also the best date I’d ever been on, too. And not just because she was so excited, but because she was Katy.
KatyEight hours later…
Going out on a date with a tall guy was one of the bestest things ever. Three times we’d gone into a theater to see different actors/creators speak, and each time I’d had the problem I’d encountered my whole life – height. For some reason, even with heels on, the world was filled with gargantuan freaks of nature. Because the venue for the con didn’t have fixed seats in the rooms, it was standing only which freaking sucked.
Then in came Jarrod and his height. Without even asking – although you couldn’t not see me standing on tiptoe to try to see over the shoulder of the big ape in front of me (literally because he was wearing a gorilla suit) – he’d bent down, put his head between my legs (yes, it was as exciting as it sounds until I realized what he was actually doing), and had lifted up with me on his shoulders.
Fan. Fa. King. Tastic! And that was a new one that I was keeping all to myself. My brothers could get in shit for swearing because I was keeping it.
What made it even better – although it confused me how anything could be better than his head between my thighs, especially seeing as how a lot of it connected to my vagina – was that the guy on the stage saw me and started laughing, then called me up to meet him at the end.
When we’d gone to the second one, Jarrod had just done it again without me even having to go onto my tiptoes for a second, and the guy was at that event, too. He’d waved at me and yelled, “Hey, Katy!”
For the third one, I’d been ready and waiting, and we’d ended up having coffee with all the actors and creators after it was over.
And, and, and, I was now the proud owner of five bags of merchandise and signed swag that had been given to me by those actors and creators. Add all of this onto me having Jarrod’s head between my legs and against my vagina three times in one day, and it was the best moment of my life.
The only time I was even mildly embarrassed was when a guy dressed up as Mario had come up to us (big costume head and all) and had held his thumb up to me. Of course the big shit head had to get a photo of the three of us (and Mario’s thumb) together and had then texted it to Maude. She was kind enough to send a voicemail back of her cackling with laughter, which ended with her threatening to shove the roses up someone’s ass if they touched her arrangement again. Jarrod looked alarmed by that and had asked if he should send his brothers over, but she played Bridge on the first Sunday of the month, and those old biddies were hella aggressive when they were losing.