Free Size Matters by Stephanie Haefner

dick you’re born with. You just need to accept it, find out how to use it to its best advantage, and be proud.”
    “Exactly.”
    “And if he can’t do that, then you need to move on.”
    “Thank you! That’s what I think, too. I can’t handle an insecure man.”
    “Oh, hell no. Be proud of your dick and ravish your lover with it, no matter how small it is. I can handle a small dick, I can’t handle a small man.”
    Bryn wanted to leap over the counter and hug them. She’d been feeling kind of horrible about her feelings about Eli and his insecurities. But these two lovely men had put it all in perspective for her.
    “You guys are a lifesaver,” she said, and opened the drawer next to the register. She reached in, grabbing a handful of various lube and condom samples. “Here’s a bunch of stuff for you. I so appreciate your help.”
    “No problem, sweetie. Hope you find some great sex soon.”
    “I hope so, too.”
    Bryn waved to her new friends as they waltzed out of the store. She felt good, ready to get out there and find good sex regardless of the size of the penis. It wasn’t about that. It was the man attached to the penis.
    FIFTEEN MINUTES until closing and Bryn was restocking the lube shelf. Raspberries and Cream was a definite favorite, with Strawberry Banana as a close second. The phone rang and she trotted over to it. “Classy ’n’ Sassy, this is Bryn. How may I help you?”
    “Did you guys do it last night?”
    It could only be Mia. “No. Almost though. He chickened out.”
    “I thought this beach day was a friends-only thing.”
    “Then why’d you ask if we did it or not?”
    “ ’Cause I know you. So what happened?”
    “It was supposed to be a platonic thing, but then he kissed me and rubbed my leg. It doesn’t take much these days to get me horny. It doesn’t matter, though. He freaked out again, and I’m done.”
    “Good. Oliver talked to Troy and it’s all set.”
    “Who’s Troy?”
    “The guy we’re hooking you up with.”
    “Nice. What’s he look like?”
    “I don’t know, but Oliver says the ladies in the office drool over him.”
    “Works for me. When are we going out?”
    “Saturday. Dinner at Café Noir.”
    “Sounds good. I’ll wear that low-cut dress.”
    Mia sighed and Bryn could picture the rolling of her eyes. “I know how horny you are, but no sex on the first date.”
    “Okay, Mom.”
    “Don’t Mom me. I’m just a friend watching out for her friend.”
    “Okay, okay. I’ll keep it in my pants. But I make no promises for date number two.”
    Mia laughed. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Bryn closed up the shop and headed for her parents’ house.
    “Mommy!” Cammie said, and ran up the second she walked into the house and hugged her tight.
    “Did you have fun today with Grandma and Grandpa?”
    “Yes! They took us for ice cream.”
    “Cool. Did you bring me any?”
    “No!” she answered, like it was the most ridiculous question ever. “It woulda melted.”
    The boys came into the foyer, arms around their mom for more hugs.
    “Okay, get your shoes on so we can go.”
    Bryn’s mom was there, too, and hugged her grandkids, kissing the tops of all their heads. “Love you,” she said, then turned to Bryn. “What days do we have the kids this week?”
    “Monday and Wednesday during the day, Tuesday, Friday the late shift. And I was hoping you’d take them Saturday night. Maybe even keep them overnight?”
    “Oh? Why’s that?”
    Ugh. Bryn hated having to answer to her mother. She was a grown woman, for God’s sake. “I have a date. It’s a double date with Mia and Oliver.” Maybe throwing Mia in there would help her cause.
    “Oh.”
    How could a one-syllable word hold so much judgment? “Mom, I have every right to go out.”
    “We’ll just have to agree to disagree on this topic.”
    Bryn turned to the kids. “Guys, go outside and get in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.” She waited until the screen door slammed