Chapter 1 Love Juice
The store was called ‘Love Juice’ and it smelled like cherry antiseptic. A literal hole in the wall off I95, tucked in between a Bob’s Budget Tires, and Electronics for Less. The four drab grey walls were plastered with an obscene amount of posters. Iris couldn’t have looked more out of place there, in her form-fitting skinny jeans and cotton button up blouse. Long spirals of sable brown hair fell to her waist from a pink Emma Jane barrette. She found herself currently staring at the ‘iVibe Rabbit Rotating Vibrator’ in her hands, a picture on the side presented a naked woman, holding the device against her thigh, her face contorted into some form of intense ecstasy.
“That thing will kill you.” Gingers’ soft lilting voice rang out like a small explosion in the meager store. A wayward smirk brightened her rich golden features. She watched with amusement as her friend, the epitome of innocence struggled with the concept of self-inflicted pleasure.
With a slight look of annoyance, Iris glanced up from the hot pink box in her hands “If I die, I’m taking you with me.” Ginger had coerced her into coming here. Iris sighed and shoved the box back onto the shelf with a look of defeat. Instant regret filled her. The frail sense of bravado she had was fleeing her faster than a horde of rats on a quickly sinking ship.
“Sounds fun!” Ginger giggled before pursing her candy apple lips in mock disapproval. “But seriously, isn’t that a little advanced for you sweetheart?” She put special emphasis on that last word, having created all sorts of pet names for Iris over the years. She liked this one the best.
“What do you suggest then? Oh wise Guru of the Sex Shop?” Iris waved her hand around the labyrinth of aisles that surrounded them. They had both graduated high-school a year earlier. Iris had actually done so ahead of her class. Ginger, as usual, barely squeaked by, unconcerned with school and all that went with it. Despite the differences, Iris couldn’t imagine how dull her life would be without the exuberant red head at her side.
“Something smaller, less complex.” Ginger responded firmly, as if she were the expert here. If there was one thing she could boast high knowledge of, it was definitely this.
“Such as?” Iris locked eyes with Ginger as she tucked her thumbs in her pockets, eyebrows raised in slight skepticism.
“Allow me to be your guide.” In one smooth motion, Ginger swept behind her and took hold of Iris’s shoulders. “Come with me angel”
Iris found herself being lead through the aisles as Ginger helped her navigate the maze of battery operated joy sticks. Particular mortification took place when they passed a myriad of dildos’ in all shapes, sizes and colors.
“Oh look Ri! They have all the colors of the rainbow for vaginal penetration!” The red head cried in mock excitement as they passed. Ginger certainly knew how to draw attention, like ants scenting sugar; people began peeking up from their respective aisles to gawk at the two as they flounced by.
After many twists and turns, Iris was pulled to a stop and ceremonially twirled around, only to find herself face to face with an entire wall of petite vibrators. Each one was hidden within its own uniquely outrageous package. “Here we are!” Gin boasted. “The novice section. Perfect for you, my little virgin.”
The last was said while Ginger pinched Iris’s cheeks and made kissy faces.
“I never should have agreed to this.” Iris groaned ruefully as she batted Ginger away with her hand. A self-conscious wave of nervousness hit her fast and hard in the gut. It felt like kaleidoscopes of tangled throbbing knots were building atop each other. She looked over the shelf with a feeling of intimidation. There were just so many.
“Are any of these calling your name Ri?” Ginger asked, using yet another pet name to catch her attention.
“No-” Iris was distracted as Ginger idly adjusted the straps to her red tank top. It stretched tightly over her robust breasts, giving the false perception that they were just a sneeze away from falling out. By some act of magic, they never did. Unless of course, Ginger wanted them too.
Ginger caught Iris’s gaze and offered her a slow smile before bending over in a seductive manner to pluck up a pair of fuzzy leopard handcuffs from the bottom shelf. By doing this, her mini skirt was forced to hike up. Iris and anyone else who happened to look, witnessed a brief, yet unadulterated view, of a bright orange thong nestled betwixt the curves of Gingers’ perfectly tanned ass. “Is anything calling your name now?”
“You little whore!” Was a hushed whisper as Iris closed in on Gin “When did you start wearing those?”
She tried desperately to hide the laughter that was threatening to burst forth. Ginger righted herself with a slight wriggle of her hips, holding up the cuffs with one hand to examine, before tossing them back into the basket on the bottom shelf “I have all sorts of secrets Iris.”
Iris looked Ginger up and down with admiration. Hell. She didn’t even have the guts to wear anything shorter than capris. While Ginger could wear a paper bag and still have a line of men and women drooling over her. To top it all off, Iris felt her breasts were far too small. In fact, several potential boyfriends had described them as ‘perky’ or to her mortification, as ‘baby melons’. Thankfully, Iris was blessed with a slender figure and strong curves in the hip region, this she was proud of.
“I cannot believe I’m standing here mulling over vibrators.” Iris winced as she pulled herself back to reality, tearing her roving gaze from Ginger.
“Not exactly the type of trip one schedules into their daily planner.” Ginger sang as she poked one of the boxes with a slender manicured finger.
“Definitely not.” Iris murmured, she stepped forward and yanked a random box from the shelf.
“There.” Iris tossed the box to Ginger. “Can we go now?”
“Sure darling” Gingers’ voice, a gentle coo, had a calming effect over most who were gifted enough to appreciate the husky undertone “I’ll pay. You go wait in the car.” with that, Ginger tossed Ri a set of keys before waltzing towards the nearest register.
Chapter 2 The Sand Trap
They were flying along a series of back roads, with the top down in Gingers brand new Audi TT Roadster. ‘Lonely Boy’ by The Black Keys blaring on the radio “Isn’t this exciting?” Ginger called out against the blast of salty sea air that rushed against the two, whipping their hair out behind them in chaotic tangles.
Iris’s pale complexion was already reddening beneath the sweltering summer heat. “If you say so?”
She shrugged, unfastening the top button to her blouse before placing a self-conscious hand over the black bag in her lap. It was a pitiful attempt to hide the store name ‘Love Juice’ that was scrawled along the bags exterior in bright yellow letters.
Ginger tilted her head back and laughed as she planted her left hand on the wheel, then reached over with her right, to yank the small vibrator from the bag…