Last week, Chelsea made a bet with Arnold about stopping at a sex shop after homecoming. She was losing (hurray!) but gets a little distracted when she sees Mark with her friend Hannah.
~Richard
“What is he doing here? What is she doing?” asked Chelsea.
“It’s homecoming. He went to high school here. So did she, it’s not a big deal,” said Bonnie.
“He never went to a football game in the four years we went here!”
“How would you know that? You barely went to a game.”
“Can you imagine him going to a game? He’s all…” she gestured vaguely in his direction.
“Making out with his new girlfriend? That’s a reason to go to homecoming, right?” Bonnie said, as Mark ran his hands down Hannah’s sides and pulled her in for a kiss.
Chelsea let out a noise halfway between a deflating balloon and a dying cat. A dozen people turned to look at her, but Mark was too far away. Or too distracted trying to fit his tongue into Hannah’s mouth.
“What do we do?”
“Nothing? Go over and say hello? Whichever. Game’s almost over anyway. Another blowout.”
“I bet he’s only dating her to get to me. Jokes on him! We know his plan, we can use this!”
“That sounds slightly insane.”
“We can’t let her know, though. Who knows how deep he’s got his claws into her.”
“That sounds more insane.”
“You don’t know him like I do. But, you’re right. We should go before they see us.”
Bonnie shook her head and waved as she headed back to her seat. Chelsea made it back to Arnie just in time for the last play.
“Well, that was… a game,” he said.
“Yeah. But hey, you get to go pick out that nun outfit for me now!”
“I do. And I got one or two other ideas for things to pick up.”
Chelsea smiled, “Oooh, am I rubbing off on you?”
“Maybe. Don’t they say that married couples start to look alike after a while? Maybe it works with sex too.”
I hope so. Chelsea thought to herself as they got back to the car. She drove to the PleasureMaxxx adult store a few minutes away and led the way inside. She half expected the same staff to be there from when she’d been a regular years ago, but an unfamiliar face looked up from the counter at her. And a whole lot of other unfamiliar things. New toys, videos, outfits. This was going to be fun.
“Help you find anything?” the purple-haired woman behind the counter asked.
Chelsea glanced back at Arnold, who had stopped the second he got inside. “My boyfri– fiancé wanted to see a sexy nun outfit, right babe?”
Arnold nodded, still looking all around.
“Third aisle on the left,” the woman said. “Before the nurses but after the medics.”
Chelsea took his hand and led him over. Besides a handful of full sets, there were dozens of individual parts and accessories for nun costumes.
“We should buy separates,” she said, lifting a pair of thigh-high stockings with crosses that reached down towards the feet. “You get better quality that way. Did you have anything particular in mind? Leather? Latex? More or less revealing?”
“I think you’d know better than me, right?” said Arnold.
“It’s your fantasy, babe,” she said, pressing against him. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I want to be exactly what you want.”
“I guess something more lacy? And mostly covered, but see through.”
“Ooh, I like that. Extra naughty,” she grabbed a black lacy top with more crosses over the nipples. “Any accessories, like, a ruler or something?”
He shook his head. “No. Well, you can if you want to. I saw something I wanted to check out over there,” he said, nodding to an aisle they had walked past. Chelsea grabbed a habit to finish the look and followed him down a few aisles.
“Do you know which kind I should get?” he asked, gesturing towards a shelf full of cock rings.
“Probably a simple silicone one for your first time, something like this,” she held up a double-looped one. “I like this kind, one goes around your shaft, and the other for your balls.”
“Sounds good to me,” Arnold said, blushing. “Do we just go check out like a normal store?”
“It’s a totally normal store,” Chelsea said, leading him back to the counter to pay. “Hopefully we have a good time tonight, and we can come back more so you get more comfortable.
Is Chelsea too crazy? I feel like she’s a little obsessed.
J R Vincente 