Picking up her parents from the airport

First, a quick update that her and all her friends now call me “hubby” because they say I’m such husband material. So that’s my nickname now. They said if they ever play “Fuck, Marry, Kill”, I am always who they choose for “Marry” no matter who I am up against.

It is genuinely very nice to hear, but I can’t help but think they say that because of the way I’ve let my crush walk all over me a little bit. Not to mention they also indirectly mentioned no one ever chooses to “fuck” me. They say “marry” because they see me doing my crush’s laundry, washing her cleats, holding her purse, paying for our “friend dates”, jumping to agree with everything she says. Basically just acting like her “pussy-whipped husband”, except 1) we’re not married and 2) I get absolutely zero “pussy” (unless you count me gently scrubbing out the discharge stains from the gusset of her panties)

But so anyway, I was picking her up from campus because she wanted to grab lunch, and we were talking about our plans for spring break coming up in 2 weeks. Her and a few of the girls are going on a girl’s trip that sounds super fun. I’m not really planning on doing anything and not even going back home. I’ll just hang locally around my college and play video games/relax.

But anyway she’s annoyed because her parents are coming back from their vacation the same day she leaves for her trip, and they originally wanted her to pick them up from the airport. So they were giving her a little bit of a hard time because now they’ll have to pay for a car home.

And at one point she looked at me with this big adorable smile and said “Your so good with this stuff. Do you have any ideas that can help me out?”

I originally suggested her taking a later flight so she can do both, and she got this annoyed look and said that was obviously not happening.

And all the sudden it clicked what she was looking for me to say and I blurted out “Oh, should I just go pick them up?”

It felt a little bit like she worked me like a puppet and practically spit those words in my mouth, but she immediately perked up and asked if I would really do that.

I said I would be happy to, and apologized for not offering sooner. I remember actually feeling embarrassed for not offering. But she got a very smug look on her face and said “See? I knew you could help me out. Such a good hubby” and pinched my cheek.

She checked if it’s okay with her parents and now it’s official, I’m picking her parents up.

It’s actually really exciting, but nerve-wracking that she’s now really starting to see me less as her friend, and more as a simp. It will also be embarrassing being with just her parents for the ride. I am glad she okayed it with them, but I literally have no idea what that small talk will be like.

So while she is leaving for a fun girls trip where she will drink and flirt with boys and potentially fuck them, I’ll be setting an alarm to pick her parents up. I’ve also done her laundry 3 times now, but don’t have the balls to even sniff her underwear, so I just sniff her socks and leggings.

I love being her kept simp but at the same time also terrified of seeing my social status lower amongst our friends. But I also oddly love its.