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.
