Day 11 -- SATURDAY
Holly woke up early. Emma was sound asleep. They had been up late performing for Uncle Jack’s sex club. And stayed up even later playing with each other.
Holly smiled and looked at Emma. “I’m engaged!” she thought, “To my best friend.” The idea was still new to her and made her burst with emotion.
She smelled Emma’s hair and licked behind her ear. She loved the way Emma smelled. She loved the way Emma tasted. She loved Emma and Emma loved her! Life was good.
Quietly, Holly got out of bed. It was better not to wake Emma too early. She could be a grumpy puss.
Uncle Jack and Miss Burton were still asleep too. It had been a late night for everyone.
Holly looked in the refrigerator. No milk. There was no cereal either. That meant no breakfast. Holly was a terrible cook. Even she wouldn’t eat what she cooked.
She grabbed a skirt and halter out of the laundry. The skirt was short, the halter semi-transparent.
The girl hopped in the car. A quick trip to the grocery store for milk and cereal. She’d be back before anyone woke up. Maybe a cake to celebrate her engagement. She hugged herself. She was engaged!
The grocery store was pretty empty. It was too early for many people to be out shopping. Holly loved the grocery store, all the smells, all the selections. She couldn’t cook any of it but she sure could admire it.
She always started at the far side of the store so she could end by the produce section. It was so colorful and everything was fresh. Plus the corn and cucumbers made her think of penises which made her think of fucking which made her want to go home and masturbate.
Holly was in the boring toilet paper aisle when she saw a strange scene ahead of her. A mother was coping with two young children. She was probably in her early thirties. The woman wore a loose summer dress.
Behind the woman, but clearly not with her, was a man in his early twenties. He kept swinging his foot toward the mother and holding it there. Holly realized he had a phone strapped to his shoe. He was taking pictures up the woman’s skirt!
Holly hated bullies and this was the worst kind of bully. Someone you could never face down because they did their dirty work in secret. Holly phoned the store’s customer service number and quietly said, “You need security in Aisle 13. Right now.”
Of course, Holly wasn’t going to wait for security. She snuck up behind the man and waited for him to swing his foot out again. He was standing on one leg. She let loose with a snap kick and her foot hit him squarely in the back of the knee.
He went crashing to the floor on his back. Holly stomped her heel down hard into his crotch. She hadn’t taken all those self defense courses for nothing. A man’s most vulnerable area is his crotch. The man screamed and curled into a ball.
The mother turned around, confused. There was a short teen wearing next to nothing standing in the aisle. The mother’s first reaction was “She needs to put some decent clothes on.” Then she noticed the injured man lying on the floor. What had happened?
“He was taking pictures up your skirt with his phone.” Holly’s voice quivered with rage. “I called security.” The mother looked horrified and grateful.
Just then a security guard turned the corner. It was Jimmie, Holly’s friend. He had a part time job with a security company, saving up for college.
Holly had saved Jimmie from bullies a few days earlier. He knew how she felt about bullies. “What did he do?” he asked. Holly explained.
Jimmie confiscated the camera and called the police. Fortunately, a patrol car was nearby. They took the creep away in handcuffs, still moaning in pain. Holly would have to give a statement later.
The mother gave Holly a hug. “I was busy with the kids. I never would have known.”
Holly whistled as she continued shopping. That was fun. Her quick 20 minute shopping trip was now approaching an hour and a half.
The girl got to the produce section. She breathed in deep. The smells were wonderful. Holly was just discovering that smells were one of her sexual triggers. That was part of the reason she liked smelling Emma so much.
Holly was standing in the aisle, enjoying the fragrances, feeling her pussy get damp. A woman in her late twenties passed by and stopped to study the vegetables. She was wearing a sleeveless black tee shirt from some band Holly had never heard of and tight leather pants. There were colorful tattoos on her arms.
What really got Holly’s attention was the woman’s hair. Not on her head. On her armpits. It was bushy. Even when her arms were at her sides, the hair stuck out. It was almost black and sexy as hell. Holly’s pussy got damper.
Holly took a step closer. “I wonder what it smells like,” Holly thought. She took another step closer, about to lean in and try to get a whiff.
Suddenly, she felt like the creep taking the upskirt photos. This was so totally wrong. The woman casually glanced at Holly and moved down by the melons.
Holly had to know. It was insane but she had to know. She went over to the woman. “Excuse me. I know this is a very odd request but could I smell your arm hair?”
The woman looked her over and smiled. Holly’s nipples were just visible through the halter. Her ass and pussy were barely covered by the short skirt.
“I get asked that a lot. Usually by creepy men. Why do you want to smell it? Are you kinky?”
