My husband and I were in the process of moving out of a tiny apartment in the city and remodelling an old farm house about thirty miles from the beltway. It actually made him closer to work, and neither of us wanted to raise a child while living in an apartment in the middle of the state capitol. We were finally seriously discussing children after being married for eight years. I guess it was because we had had the long vacations in exotic places that parents never get to have, and we had fucked on the kitchen cabinets and the middle of the livingroom on Wednesday afternoons like parents seldom can. We were just ready to move on, I guess. Combined with the fact that four elementary school teachers had been assualted by students in the city district in the last year, and I wanted to look for a job in a smaller school.
We selected the old farmhouse because it had a huge garage where my husband could play with his power tools and park his motorcycle in out of the rain, and it had a pool... And it was three miles through thick woods to the nearest neighbor or road. Privacy is just not something you ever really get in a small apartment on the fifth floor of an apartment building right in the middle of the city. The home was a little above our price range, what with the 250 acres of property that came with it, but I got Peter to agree to it by casually mentioning that I'd be able to sunbathe nude by the pool. "Just think of all the money I'll save on tanning bed visits alone!" I had said innocently. I don't like manipulating him like that, but sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do.
The place definitely needed work. New plumbing and a new furnace, more insulation in the walls and ceiling, and more than a few windows were older than my grandparents, but we bought it. Peter made the trip to the place every day after work to work on the plumbing and windows, and I spent all my days at the house cleaning, shampooing carpets and tearing out the plaster in the master bedroom getting it ready to insulate the walls. Now, while working on the house all day, I thought it might have been a good thing that I had decided to take a year off after college before I started my career teaching.
As the lease wouldn't be up on our apartment for another two months, we stayed at the apartment to make it easier to do the work on the house.
Most days my friend Becky came along with me to help out with the work. Becky was tall and even though she was a little bit pudgy, I still found myself jealous of the way Peter sometimes looked at her. I knew there was nothing to it, I knew neither Peter or Becky would ever do anything to hurt me, but I was still a little insecure about the times I caught Peter looking at Becky's rather large tits.
About a week into the job Becky and I had finished tearing out the old plaster and lath boards from the walls of the master bedroom and took Peter's old truck to the huge hardware warehouse just inside the beltway to pick up the rolls of pink insulation to put in the walls.
"Wow, look over there," Becky pointed across the street from the warehouse.
Behind a small gravel parking lot was a small white building with a huge sign that read "XXX ADULT XXX", surrounded by blinking lights.
"Oh lord, I hope Peter doesn't see that place. He'll constantly be bringing home pornos for us to watch if he does," I sighed.
"Oh, what's wrong with a little porno now and then?" Becky said with a laugh.
"Once in a while is fine. But three times a week, and it gets old. Besides he always gets the ones with two women going at it," I said with a frown.
"Cathy, all of them have two women going at it.. If not three or four."
"You the expert on porno now or something?" I asked her.
"No. But my boyfriend has a huge collection of prono tapes. We watch them alot," Becky said, nodding and smiling.
"You sound like you liked doing that!"
"I do like it. Some of the best sex happened while we were watching pornos," Becky responded defensively. "You know he'll find the place. Men have a special sense for that kind of thing. So here's what you do - beat him to the punch! You go over there and pick up a couple movies! Make a game out of it. That way you get to control what the two of you watch, and he'll be happy."
"I don't know. That just kind of seems like giving in to me."
"Giving in? No, it's being smart."
"Well, let's go buy the insulation and I'll think about it." I countered. Her arguement made sense, but I still didn't like it.
We got one of the huge carts and found the rolls of insulation and loaded them onto the truck. And a half hour later, we were standing back out in the parking lot looking at the big blinking "XXX ADULT XXX" sign.
"So....?" Becky asked.
If I didn't go choose them, I knew Peter would, and I'd be watching lesbo sluts with silicone boobs sticking their tongues in each other. "Okay, let's go. Hopefully they'll have something decent."
"They're a porn shop! Of course they won't have anything decent!" Becky laughed.
The place surprised me. It was very new, and clean. All the books were bagged in plastic, and the movies weren't really that expensive. The most shocking thing in the place was the girl that sat behind the counter. She looked all of twenty, her hair was blue with black streaks and she had a diamond stud in her right nostril. But more shocking than that, she looked up as Becky and I came into the shop and said in a very polite tone, "Can I help you?"
I smiled and didn't realise I was wringing the strap of my purse. "I hope so. I just noticed your shop here, and wanted to stop in and pick up a couple movies," I said quietly.
"Well, we've got plenty," She came out from behind the counter, and I almost gasped when I saw what she was wearing: a loose black lace tanktop that showed more than it hid and a pair of vinyl shorts that appeared to be painted on. Her pierced nipples stuck out between the lace.
Before I could stop myself, I asked, "Did getting your nipples pierced hurt?"
The blue-haired girl laughed. I stared dumfounded at her as she lifted the lace top over her head and showed Becky and I her B-cup breasts. Each nipple was adorned with a small silver ring. "Well, honestly it hurt a little," She said, while fingering the rings, "but the worst part is that I constantly have hard nipples now. But it's nice to have the rings played with." She lifted and twisted one of the rings, giving her nipple a painful-looking twist. "The one in my clit is better. It hurt worse, but I love it now. Want to see it?" She hooked her thumbs in her shorts and started to shimmy out of them. In less than a heartbeat she had her shaved pussy exposed. Right there between her labia sat a small metal ball. She parted her labia and showed us a metal stud that ran through a small hole in her clit. "This one really did hurt, but good lord, it makes oral so much better," she gave the little metal ball a tap and it bounced slightly, making her shiver. "I'm a liscened tattoo artist and piercer. We can do piercings like this right here. Interested?"
I couldn't speak. I was just too shocked. I just shook my head.
"Anyway, you wanted movies?" The blue-haired girl pulled up her vinyl shorts but left her tits bare. "Any prefrences? We have just about everything. Toys, just oral, guys or no guys... What kind do you want?"
"Do you have anything without lesbian scenes?" I asked in a small, squeaking voice.
"Oh god, you mean... You two aren't...? You two aren't a couple?" She asked, covering her breasts with her arms.
"No, we're just friends," Becky said, trying not to laugh.
"I'm so sorry!" She said, "When you two came in together, I just figured you were a couple." She nearly ran back to the counter, grabbed a white and red T-shirt and quickly pulled it on.
