How about a little Sapphic erotica summer fun?
Marissa was determined to win a large stuffed tiger as a grand romantic gesture for her girlfriend, Lacey. She spent the entire summer playing skeet ball at the pier’s amusement park, trying to accumulate the fifty thousand tickets required to exchange for the coveted tiger. On the last day of the carnival, Marissa falls short by twenty-five tickets, leaving her disheartened. However, Lacey surprises her by suggesting an alternative use for the tickets.
Sometimes the most romantic gestures come in unexpected forms. And always a happy ending.
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Since the beginning of summer, Marissa had been playing skeet ball at the pier’s amusement park, trying to win enough tickets to buy the large stuffed tiger that everyone desperately wanted. It was the most sought-after item, and it didn’t come cheap. It would take fifty thousand tickets to exchange for the tiger—the exact tiger that Marissa’s girlfriend had wanted since the day the pier opened for the season.
She was just a few tickets away from having enough, but with every throw, all Marissa’s throws were gutters. At that rate, she would run out of money, not having enough tickets to win the tiger, and it was the last day of the carnival. Tomorrow, it would close, and they would stuff all the unclaimed prizes into boxes to be moved to the next town. It was a stupid decision to spend the summer attempting to win a tiger stuffed with nothing but cotton, but when Lacey saw it at the beginning of the season, her eyes widened in delight. It was well worth the wasted cash; cash that she was now out of.
It wasn’t even a high-quality plush animal, though it might have been cheaper to just log on to the Internet and purchase something ten times better. However, it wouldn’t have the same sentimental value as Marissa taking the time to win enough tickets to buy it. Lacey was all about romantic gestures, which Marissa lacked. She wanted to make up for her shortcomings as a girlfriend by doing this one grand gesture.
She blew the strands of dark brown hair out of her eyes as she dug into her pocket and pulled out nothing but lint. That was it. No more quarters. No bills to exchange. And her bank account said negative fifty cents until after the fair closed. Twenty-five tickets shy of the tiger, Marissa folded up her winnings and stuffed them into her backpack. Time was up as the sun set on the last day. They weren’t even staying open late, so Marissa sulked to Lacey’s booth to watch her close.
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