Chapter 3: Making out in Trial room

I was in a bad mood as I climbed into the car.

Mia, misinterpreting my bad mood said, "I promise, I will keep it short. Let's have cake in Crumbles. Cheer up, pumpkin."

"Short and shopping should never come in the same sentence. Who do you think you are?"

"Fine, it's going to be a long torture, suck up!" she said glaringly.

I threw my arms around Mia and pulled her closer saying, "Let's select songs for the party."

"Will you dance with me this time?"

"I will try."

Mia pouted but didn't say anything. I don't know why she keeps asking me to dance every time. She moved like she had the genes of Michael Jackson and Madonna, while all I did was wave my pudgy hands in the air awkwardly.

"I will call you once we are ready to leave Mr. Hall. It may take hours," instructed Mia as we got out of the car at the Mall.

"Let's head to Crumbles. A full pumpkin makes a happy pumpkin."

We ordered two strawberry cakes and sat down to eat.

"God! This is delicious. I am going to get myself another," said Mia.

"You are going to turn into me. Don't blondes like you talk about calories?"

"There is something I know, which you don't... exercise."

"Great, get 2 more while you're at it."

"You are unbelievable," mumbled Mia as she got up to buy more cakes.

"I should wear a bikini, it's a beach party! Beach party!" she emphasized.

"It's a beach party, plum, not Victoria's Secret fashion show."

"I am not going to wear a microkini, just a string bikini."

I shook my head and walked away.

Mia tried to select, but nothing seemed to be of her liking. Blame Sam for ruining a perfect shopping day. Shopping is an art, you need to be in the right mind for it. She resolved to make do with one of her beach outfits.

I came back with my hands full.

"Here plum, try this." I thrust a handful of clothes upon her.

It had a string bikini, except that the string was thick as a ribbon, and a matching kimono cover-up. I knew Mia would like it.

"Wait," she said and ran into the Trial room.

She came out wearing the bikini without the kimono, "It looks perfect, pumpkin."

She turned to all sides to give me a better look. God! This girl is driving me crazy.

"Here pair it with this," I said, handing her a beaded necklace.

"Wow! You do have eyes for these things."

I hesitated a bit and produced another pair of clothes, this time it was a crop top and shorts. "Just for backup."

"Ok! I will buy those too," Mia said with a pouty face.

She went back to the Trial room and didn't come out for a long time.

She stuck her head out after some time, "Pumpkin can you come in for a minute?"

"What is it, plum?"

"I can't get this bikini top off, I must have tied it wrongly."

Worry about crossing the friend zone, I haven't even crossed the man zone, I thought bitterly as I entered the room.

"It's ticklish!" squealed Mia.

"I can't get them off."

"Use your teeth."

"Are you kidding me?"

"It always works."

After several ticklish laughs, grunts, and disappointed moans, still success was very far.

"Just use your teeth."

"Fine," I relented and bent down to untie the knot with my teeth.

My breathing was ragged, I have been closer to Mia, but this! Undressing her with my teeth, it felt like a wild dream. She stiffened a little. But that was as far as my wild dream went, the knot came loose.

"Done. I will wait out."

I exited to find two salespersons glaring at me, and looking pointedly at a no-kissing sign.

Mia came out to find me looking beet red. Following my line of vision, she saw the women.

Their mouths fell open when they saw Mia. They gave me a look that conveyed you-are-one-lucky-fat-dog.

"We will take these," said Mia to the sales rep, and turned to me to say in a stage whisper, "Making out in the trail room has its gigs."

I rolled my eyes.

"You need a new outfit too," Mia said and pulled me.

We bought shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt for me.

It was 10 pm when we completed the shopping and headed home.

"I feel sleepy," Mia yawned, slumped against me, and closed her eyes.

I shook Mia, "Hey wake up, we reached."

You might have wanted me to carry her, but seriously? Who sleeps so heavily to not even know that they are being carried, unless they are drunk. I have a difficult time carrying myself around, remember?