Superstitions Ch. 17

It will work. It will work. It will work. It's got to work!

Maribeth Sullivan kept mentally chanting her mantra as her knitting needles clicked together, weaving the basic stockinette pattern that would become Adam's scarf. Blocks of bright colors stretched across her lap, then dropped to the floor, just resting on the tops of her feet. Just a bit more and it would be done. She would tenderly wrap it in tissue paper, place it in the pre-wrapped box she'd bought yesterday and ambush him when he got off the bus.

It will work. It will work. It will work.

She smoothed the material gently, smiling at several silky brown strands that were interlaced through the cotton garment. She had followed the instructions perfectly. She was to pluck several lengths of hair from her head, just before she reached an orgasm. It had proved to be a tad bit difficult but she found she could ride her vibrator while removing the hairs. After that, she rubbed a little of her pussy cream onto the strands and allowed them to dry in the heated kiss of the sun. Finally, she weaved them into the knitting of the scarf, announcing his name at each turn and secretly hoping, hoping that it would work.

Please. It will work. It will work!

Body and fringes finished, she laid the scarf in the box, folded the paper over it, then set the lid on top, holding it in her hands while reciting her greatest wish. "I wish that Adam Kalish was mine."

With that said, the task was complete and she felt drained as if she'd put every ounce of her spirit into making the scarf. She took a shower, said good night to her parents and fell into a deep sleep.

*****

Taking the bus had always been a sore spot with Maribeth but having to ride the bus during senior year was the absolute pits. She was surrounded by freshmen who whispered and giggled as she passed, their tiny cocks excited by her jiggling 34D breasts. She'd always been self-conscious about her size but baggy shirts and shapeless jackets had helped to provide subterfuge and had kept her off the radar of many of the more aggressive boys.

Still, Adam had caught her eye. He'd arrived during sophomore year, a transfer student from Denver and had captivated much of the student population. In six months, he had carved a path through fourteen girlfriends, leaving a trail of broken hearts and many others longing for a chance with him. Maribeth was never in his league so when they became lab partners in Chemistry class, nothing but a casual acquaintance erupted between them. She hoped to make that different.

Holding the box, she waited at the bus stop, smiling when Adam and his best friend, Happy, approached the waiting bus. "Hi, Adam."

"Hi, Mari."

"I have a present for you." She watched as he took the box and opened it, pulling the scarf out and laughing hysterically.

"What's this?"

"A scarf." Maribeth smiled, her heart racing as Adam examined the item. "It's going to get cold soon and you need to stay warm."

"What the fuck am I going to do with this?"

"Wear it, silly!" Oblivious to the smirks of the two men, she lifted the scarf and draped it around his neck. "And I hope you'll think of me."

"Yeah, right." Adam yanked the offending scarf from his neck and dropped it on the ground. "It fucking ugly. Give it to someone else."

Adam and his friend laughed as they boarded the bus, leaving Maribeth on the verge of tears. She lifted the scarf and brushed it off, boarding the bus and hiding her tears.It didn't work.

*****

School went slowly. In every class, people pointed at her and laughter followed, no doubt because of the incident with Adam and the dirt-flecked scarf in her possession. Maribeth suffered through the rest of the day, choosing the long walk home over further humiliation on the bus. Day slid into night and soon, she found herself in her bed, crying over her plight and dropped off to sleep.

A tapping noise on her window awakened her and she blinked sleepily, sitting up and squinting at the face pressed against the pane. "Adam?"

"Maribeth! Let me in!"

She crept out of bed and glared at him through the window. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want, Mari. Please. Let me in!"

Maribeth still stared at him. "Why? What the fuck do you want with me?"

"I love you, Mari. I want to be with you."

"You're high, Adam. Go home."

She started to return to her bed when he tapped again. She rushed back, afraid that her parents might hear. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"I told you. I want to be with you."

"Go home."

"At least let me in." Maribeth stared into his dark brown eyes for a few moments, then unlatched the window and slid it up. He climbed through, watching with predatory eyes as she closed the portal.

"Now, what is wrong with you?"

"It's you, Mari. I'm in love with you."

"You didn't think that way this morning."

"I know, and I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I looked for you on the bus but someone said they saw you walking." Maribeth remained silent, covering her breasts from his gaze. "I really want to be with you, Mari. I'm tired of being treated like shit by these other girls."

"How do you know that I'll treat you any better?"

She could see the deep brown in the depths of his eyes as he moved closer, his eyes on her soft mouth. "Because you love me."

Maribeth couldn't resist any longer. She leaned down and let her lips touch his, shivering as his hands slid up her arms, then cupped her breasts. A low moan issued from her, her body tingling with each brush of her nipples. They hardened almost immediately and he stepped back, rubbing them harder. She reached down and pulled the nightgown off, nervous at her nudity but Adam's look of admiration made her blush.

"You're so beautiful, Maribeth." She watched as he pulled his own shirt off and exposed a thin but toned frame with a hard chest and soft fur. "Take your hair down for me." Maribeth did as he asked, shaking her dark, silky tresses loose and letting them cascade over her naked shoulder. Adam gasped, reaching forward and thrusting his fingers into it. "It's so soft. Why don't you ever take it down in school?"

"I don't know." She closed her eyes, trembling from the feeling of his fingers on her scalp and moaned when his mouth connected with hers again.

"From now on, I want you to wear it down. I'll buy you whatever you need to take care of it, but it's so pretty, Mari, and it makes you look even prettier." He kissed her again, then worked his way down the side of her neck and across her collarbones, leaving a wet trail.

Maribeth thought she was going to shake apart when his lips closed over one of her nipples and the muscles in her pussy rippled, juices parting her lips. He moved to the other nipples and laved it thoroughly, pressing her back on the bed and her heart leaped in her chest, hearing the clink of his belt buckle as he undid his pants.

"Do you have a rubber?"

"Yes. I bought some on the way over."

"Expecting to fuck me?"

"No." He said softly. "Hoping. Hoping to make love to you."

"Oh, Adam." Maribeth whispered. "I've been dreaming of this for so long."

"It's not a dream any more." He kissed her again, laying on top of her and ravishing her with kisses and licks. She opened her legs, moaning each time that his hard cock rubbed her wet slit. It took him a few seconds to put the condom on and he moved between her legs, gazing down into her eyes.

"Now, Adam, please. Don't make me wait."

Maribeth bit her wrist when he slid into her tight hole and broke her shield. "I'm sorry." He whispered softly. "I didn't know that you were a virgin."

"That's okay." She half-sobbed at the pain that was slowly ebbing away. Adam's gentle touch calmed her and soothed the pain away, his kisses reminding her of the love they were sharing. When he moved, she completely forgot about anything else, except his prick sliding into her hot hole and the touch of his skin against hers. She thought she was dreaming and couldn't help from crying out in pleasure as he took them closer to the stars that twinkled outside. They came together, their mouths locked in sweet submission and she shivered, feeling her pussy respond to his throbbing cock, juices coating him and the insides of her own thighs.

"Wow." He breathed, sitting up on his elbows and smiling down at her. "That was the best I've ever had."

She smiled back, kissing the inside of his palm. "I'm glad."

"It's not the last, either, Maribeth. I want you to be my girlfriend."

The breath temporarily left her lungs. "I'd love to, Adam."

"Good." He kissed her again. "I'd better get going. I don't want to get you in trouble." Maribeth sat up, watching him dress, then let him tuck her into the bed, pulling the comforter up around her shoulders. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Adam."

"See you on the bus."

Adam climbed out of the window, blowing her a kiss as he left and Maribeth sank into the softness of her bed, a huge smile on her face. She had seen several pieces of her hair looped around his neck from where the scarf had been wrapped and knew that it had worked.

It worked. It worked. IT WORKED!