Page 214 of Giddy Up, Daddy

It definitely was a lot, but I was used to busy, crowded areas. And I wanted to be there. I wanted to experience it, and Ireallywanted to watch some of the other Littles in action.

“No, no, I’m good! It’s just a little bit of culture shock, I think. I’ve never seen this many lifestylers all together in one place.”

“Pretty cool, right? I think it’s easy to forget what the outside world is like once you’ve been here a while. It's easy to take for granted.” Wren linked her arm to mine and led me to the back ofthe food line. “The one thing about this cafeteria is that the food is actually really yummy. Chef Connor and his staff are amazing. Everything is made from scratch, and as much of it as possible is locally sourced. You can actually taste the freshness. Even the pancakes taste fresh. I don’t really know how they do it, but I don’t complain, either.” She handed us each a tray and we set them down on the line.

The breakfast spread was nothing short of spectacular, with all of my favorite options available. I took a tiny helping of each thing because I wanted to try it all the first time through.

Once our plates were full, we found a small round table off to the side that had not been taken yet and sat down. Reese went and got us each an ice-cold glass of chocolate milk, explaining something about cocoa beans being healthy, and some other stuff I was not concerned with at that moment.

The food melted in my mouth. It was hands down the best breakfast I’d had in my entire life.

“You weren’t lying when you said the food was good,” I said between a bite of pancakes and a perfectly crumbly strip of bacon.

“We may be a little spoiled.” Wren winked.

“In more ways than one.” Reese danced in her seat as she held her cup of milk with two hands.

I discreetly observed both my new friends while I ate, as well as the surrounding tables. Just as the girls had told me the day before, there were Littles of all ages and genders milling about. Some were dressed in school uniforms, some in clothes sporting familiar characters, and some in just very juvenile styles. There were a few with pacifiers pinned to their shirts, and I thought I spied a diaper below a very short dress. It was a fascinating mix of folks and they all seemed to just ‘be’.

My chest tightened. I wanted to just ‘be’ too.

“So tell us about your night!” Wren tapped the table excitedly.

My body flushed with excitement at the memory of my night with Cade.

“Ohh, it musta been really good. Spill it, sister!” Wren pulled my tray a few inches away from me, seemingly to stop me from taking another bite.

“Well,” I sighed. “First we got into a fight. Or rather… I got into a fight?” I said, trying to convey the series of events correctly. “I was happy when I left you guys, but as I thought about things on my walk back, I just got… really frustrated, and when he tried to talk to me I kinda bit his head off. Then he spanked me. Like… for a really long time, but only with his hand. Then as things sometimes do… one thing led to another, and we woke up in the same bed this morning.” I shrugged.

They didn’t need to know all the details. Like how he had made me practically beg to come, or that his cock stretching me had sent me headfirst into a second orgasm, or… I really needed to stop thinking about all of that or I was going to bail on my friends sooner than I'd planned just to hope we could do it all again.

“So, you’re like an item now? No more dancing around each other?” Reese asked.

“I think so? We’re supposed to talk about things over lunch.”

“Are you going to tell him you’re a Little?” Wren asked coyly.

I let my head fall backward and groaned. If Cade and I were going to have a go at things, I really shouldn’t hold back my deepest desires from him.

“But what if me wanting to be a Little changes things for him? What if he’s not into that?” I asked without making eye contact with them.

“He doesn’t have to be into everything you’re into or vice versa. That’s why you discuss things and set limits. If he doesn’twant to interact with your Little side, then you can come to places like the Ranch to get those needs met. You can negotiate with him about all of that, but you have to tell him.”

“But I haven’t really experienced being a Little outside of a few dates with Randy.” I was making excuses and I knew it. Everything about the lifestyle called to me. I also wasn’t lying. Before the Ranch I’d never met another Little. I’d never done anything these two got to do on a normal basis.

Wren sighed and shook her head. “You’re in the perfect setting to try! There are so many things you can try and experience here without any pressure or judgement. It’s like the safest place on earth to live out your fantasies.”

“I thought I knew that coming into this vacation, but I had no idea what I was really getting myself into, obviously. If someone told me a few days ago I was going to have sex with Cade I would have laughed in their faces.”

Wren and Reese shared a look and then looked back at me. “Ranch Magic,” they said in unison.

“Gotta say, the longer I’m here, the more I believe it.” I sighed.

“It’s only going to get worse. You’ve been here what, twenty-four hours?” Reese asked.

“Like thirty-six.” I shrugged.

“You’resoin for it.” She giggled.

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