On Monday morning, they drove to Alice's Auto shop to find out about getting Chantell's car fixed. They found Alice underneath a '66 t-bird convertible. She was restoring the vehicle and was pretty much her only job except for the occasional motorist breakdown. She was surprised to see her friend Sierra. She also wondered who was this sexy female was with her.
"Hey Sierra, what brings you to my shop? Did your car break down?
"No, for once it is purring like a kitten, but I do have a problem or at least Chantell has the problem."
"Alice, this is Chantell and she needs a new radiator for her BMW."
"A beamer huh? Well I don't exactly carry those parts on hand. I guess I can get Mike in the city to ship me one but it could take a few days. I assume you are staying with Sierra and I can reach you there."
"I will be staying as long as it takes, and maybe a little longer if it is okay with Sierra. I really don't have any plans for the next few days."
"Okay then I will let you know when it's finished. Is the car at your house Sierra or out on the road?"
"It is at my house, just come by and get it. Leave a note on the door if we aren't at home."
Sierra and Chantell then started walking down the street. Chantell found it curious that in all the little shops they went into, they had not seen one male. She saw a couple of small boys but no grown men. She was going to ask Sierra about it but changed her mind.
They stopped in the Rainbow Café and got some lunch and chatted about this and that.
"Sierra, why are there no men in town. I saw a couple of little boys, but no grown men. What did you do, scare them away?"
"That is kind of difficult to explain. You see I made lots of money writing my books, and there really are not that many places for lesbians to live in the open. Be able to walk down the street holding hands, kissing in public. A large percentage of my female friends are lesbians and we hold social gatherings once or twice a month. The next one is at my house next weekend. Anyway, through our discussions, we decided we needed a place to call our own. There are many gay communities out there, but we love the land out here and no one wanted to move.
Ten years ago we formed the "Serenity Valley Project" and we purchased this valley and got the town incorporated. Most people consider me the Mayor, although I hate that title. Most of us own the property that we live on, and for those who couldn't afford the land, I purchased it for them and they rent it from me. But I will let you in a little secret if you promise not to tell a living soul. I take the rent they give me and apply it towards ownership. When they have enough to pay me what I paid for it plus a little profit and any expenses I occurred fixing the house, then I hand them the deed and they own it. We named the town 'Serenity Valley', because my ranch was where the idea originated. You won't find it on the map, and most of the women who live around here knew each other before they moved here. Any one new comes to town, it means that someone invited them to join us. There are a few guys, but they are also gay and we don't see them very much. We never had a problem with unwanted visitors. Most people take the interstate five miles west of here. Very few people, except regulars and a few sexy blondes when their car breaks down, take the back roads"
"Wow! That's a great story, you should get it published someday. I admire you for fighting for something you believe in."
"Well since you are going to be staying with me a few days, I think we should get you some clothes to wear. I have a private plane at the airport, want to go to New York and do some shopping?"
"Fly to New York! I would love to I have never been there!"
Sierra laughed to herself. I think I am falling in love.
The plane ride to New York was quick and Sierra was an excellent pilot. She landed in New York at a small field and Chantell was impressed that a limo was waiting for them. They went shopping at all the major stores. Chantell was trying on different outfits and Sierra was giving her approval or disapproval. When it came time to pay for the clothes, Sierra told Chantell that she insisted on paying for them.
"I can't let you do that! I won't take your money."
"Honey, I really want to do this, please let me."
"Well ok, but since it is so late let me pay for the hotel and dinner."
They were only a few blocks from the hotel and it was a very warm evening, so they told the driver to take the packages to the hotel and pick them up in an hour.
The walked back to the hotel, discussing where they should have dinner. They held hands and giggled like a couple of teenagers in love. They passed a bookstore and Sierra asked Chantell if she wanted to go in.
The shop owner was all a flutter when he saw his favorite customer walk in.
"Sierra, my darling. How lovely to see you again."
"Hello Gary, how have you been. I am sorry I have been away so much. Did the new shipment come in yet?"
"Yes my sweets, your new books arrived yesterday and they are selling very fast. Who is this raving beauty that is draped on your arm?"
"Gary this is Chantell, Chantell, this is my dear friend Gary. He gave me a lot of emotional support when I first started writing. I owe him my love and gratitude for everything. I always make sure he is the first to read any story."
"She gives me too much credit. She has a very sensual and erotic way of writing. She can make the pages come alive. "Have you read any of her books, Chantell?"
"No I haven't read any yet. My car broke down and Sierra was kind enough to let me stay for a few days, but we have been kind of busy."
Sierra and Chantell shared a laugh. When the phone rang, Gary went to answer it and the two women went to look around the shop. It carried mostly gay fiction. Mostly lesbian, and practically all of the selections were Sierra's books.
They found some posters, and naughty cards. There were educational books as well as some very unique items. Chantell was not very experienced when it came to sex. She married Michael right out of high school and he was the only guy she was every with sexually. The last few days with Sierra were some of the most sensual and erotic experiences she had ever had before. So she was curious as to why there were whips, chains, leather straps and handcuffs in a bookstore. She thought to ask Sierra this but she was back talking to Gary about the next shipment. She saw dildos of all shapes, sizes and colors. She saw one out of the corner of her eye. She peeked over to see if Sierra was looking and since she wasn't she picked up the box.
It was fifteen inches long, battery operated, had ten circular speeds, ten pumping speeds, and ten vibrating speeds. The box said that with an additional purchase you could attach a device that could shoot liquid. Oh my, thought Chantell that would split me wide open. Compared to her little dildo, this thing was a machine. She shuddered and put the box down. She was getting very moist looking at all the items and picked up a box here and there, but she couldn't get her mind off the monster she had looked at earlier. She saw a small pink box and read about it. It said it was called a "butterfly". Where do they come up with these names? She read the box and discovered that the user could place this over her clit and it would massage her clit consistently. It also stated that you could attach it to your waist and wear it under your clothes. She really wanted to try this one. She thought, 'Something massaging my clit for hours on end was something definitely worth buying.' She was embarrassed though about buying it in front of Sierra.
Sierra was watching Chantell looking at the items and saw her face flush when Chantell picked up two boxes, Sierra winked at Gary and Gary whispered, "I know which ones she is looking at. Do you want me to ship them to your hotel? Sierra simply nodded. She was entranced by Chantell's reaction.
