15 Erotic Stories BUNDLE: Huge Collection of Individually Sold Short Sex Stories (14 page)

Two Girls, Intense Passion, Sensual Desires,

Self-Discovery and Fear..

By Danica Williams

Copyright
©
2011 Danica Williams

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.

All persons portrayed in this book are over 18 years of age.

:: Lovejuice::

The store was called ‘Lovejuice’ 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.

::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 ‘Lovejuice’ 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. She held the plain blue box up and dangled it over her head.  “C’mon, you’re not even a teensy bit curious?” her voice was muffled and nearly lost between the bellow of the radio and the hum of the engine. 

Before Iris could respond, they rounded a bend that forced her to cling to the inside of the car for dear life. “I would be, if I felt I would live long enough to use it!” Iris leaned forward to mash the button that silenced the Radio, meriting them a quiet moment to speak. 

Ginger shrugged as she tucked the box between her legs in the driver seat, and then proceeded to scan the area around them, obviously looking for something. “It should be here, somewhere.”  She nibbled at her plump bottom lip as her brows knitted up with slight frustration.

“What is here?” Iris looked around them at the vast expanse of interstate. A forest of pine trees towered over them on each side. What could Gin possibly be seeking in this mess of nature?

“Something special.”  The red head said coyly before stomping her foot on the gas. The engine roared as they took off once again. They passed several more mile markers in silence before Ginger slammed her foot on the brake, making the wheels of the car screech and buffet against the asphalt.

Iris was sent lurching forward, only to be snapped back by the seatbelt.  “Ow!”  She whined, as the pungent scent of burnt rubber filled the air. The smell made Iris scrunch up her nose in distaste as she yanked off the seatbelt.  She found herself leaning forward out of her seat to follow Gingers gaze. 

“There it is” Ginger patted Iris’s leg playfully. With a grin that practically went ear to ear, Gin nodded toward a dirt road.  It was cloaked within a mass of foliage and pine trees.

“There what is?”  Iris pushed against the perforated black leather seat to scrutinize the obscure road. One would never see it, if they didn’t know what they were looking for.  The dusty earthen road was barely visible behind a large sign. Its fading black letters looked weathered; she was barely able to make out the words “The Sand Trap” against its sun-bleached surface. The sign was old wood; heavy curtains of moss had already claimed the battered edges. This was, Iris guessed, a remnant of some tavern or pub that had long since closed “A sociopaths dream?”   Iris quipped as she sat back in her seat, completely uninterested. 

“Ha! No.”  Ginger scoffed “Do you remember when I ran away for a week, last summer?”  Ginger yanked the steering wheel to the left and directed the car through the tangle of bushes. The car bounced as it made the transition from smooth road to sandy alley

Iris watched civilization seemingly disappear in the rearview mirror before responding.  “Yeah. They were calling me every day to ask if I had seen you.” Pine Trees seemed to suddenly engulf them.

Ginger gave a quick nod. “Yup, this is where I went. I found it by accident.  I wanted you to see it too” She was careful now, going slower as she was forced to navigate a barely visible path.  To her relief, the road eventually opened up so that tall arching trees weren’t so suffocating. 

Iris eyed the branches passing above her, each one heavily laden with clusters of pinecones waiting for gravity to free them from their perch.  “You are lucky you weren’t murdered and put into a can of Alpo.” Iris said with a bit of annoyance. They had been really worried about her.

Ginger responded with a weak smile. That had been a dark moment in her life. But this place had been like a sanctuary. Someplace she could go when she needed to scream at the world.  “Do you feel lucky Ri?” She said with a sly, wicked grin” 

“Great.”  Iris chimed as she curled back into her seat.  “You just tell me when Ted Bundy arrives, so I can get a running start.” She hated surprises; whatever Gin wanted to show her was not worth the anxiety building in her chest. She could just see her obituary now.

 Ginger slowed the car down as the road ended abruptly to open up to a large clearing. She pulled the car to a stop just a few feet from the edge of a large drop off.  It was a small cliff that offered a vast panoramic view of the South Atlantic Ocean.

Iris clambered up in her seat with a look of surprise. Stark white seagulls arched and swooped over a blanket of cerulean sea in the distance. Her expression fell to that of complete astonishment as she caught a glimpse of dorsal fins arching over the waves against the horizon. She was utterly taken aback by the scene. They were so far up; she felt she could see all the way to China. “It’s beautiful” her tone that of shock and awe.  

“I figured we could watch the sunset here.”  Ginger said tenderly, a strange twinge of enchantment laced her voice.

Iris glanced to Ginger and then to the clock radio on the console “But that is like, an hour or two from now Gin.” 

Ginger moved languidly, her hand snaking out to caress Iris’s cheek. “I have an idea of how we can kill time lovely”

Iris pulled her eyes to meet Gins’ as she struggled to find the will to speak.  “What, exactly did you have in mind?” 

Ginger pulled her hand away casually, and with deliberate pause, began opening the box that held the newly attained vibrator. “These things suck when you do it yourself.”  She turned the box end over end, allowing the small handheld love stick to fall into her palm.  The contraption itself was a metallic black, four inches of spherical shape that slowly curved into a soft point. “So, I shall guide you.”

Iris felt that feverish blush in her cheeks grow warmer as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. Part of this made sense; they had played around in the past.  They had shared a kiss here or there, including one chaste make out session that had taken place briefly in her room, before her mother came barging in. It had never really blossomed to more than that. It never had the chance too. “Gin...” she whispered unsure how she felt about this.

Ginger flashed her dear friend a confident smile as she ran the pad of her finger along the pointed tip of the vibrator. “Just trust me okay?”  The words came out in a lusty tone that Iris had come to know very well.

“I do trust you Gin, you know I do” Iris fiddled with her white button up blouse and pulled it down over her stomach with a nervous shiver.  “We talked about this, I don’t- I am not comfortable.”

Gingers purr was like that of a cougar before it pounced, she slid out of the car, tucking the vibrator in her back pocket before she rounded the car. “That is what I am here for darling, to make you more comfortable with who you are”

The door handle made a slight click as Ginger opened it and offered Iris a bronzed hand. “This place is secluded, trust me.” 

 There was no real reason to be afraid of this, she told herself. They were both attracted to each other. She pressed her hand into Gingers as she exited the car “I just, feel so… inexperienced compared to you...“    Iris moved to the front, taking a seat on the hood as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest.