Welcome to my latest installment of the ever-growing Bang Gang anthology. I'm up to about a dozen separate stories now, but they're a bit scattered in the categories. However, they're all connected and chronological, but as I move forward the stories will be more self-contained. So while you will be able to enjoy each individual work on its own, you'll always have the option to go back and read earlier stories involving these characters. I don't know if other writers do this with their material, but that's what I'm doing. You'll have to see my list or follow me to get the proper reading order.
I wish I could take credit for the name of the shop, but some genius on the interwebs thought of the name, and I cracked up when I saw it. Please feel free to comment or send a message if you enjoyed it. It encourages me to write the next one faster.
MaiaEmpire
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It was nearly noon, and my best friend Brooke and I were digging through racks of skirts at the local Forever 21. It had been a few days since we had hung out with each other; in fact, I hadn't seen her since before New Year's Eve. We each wanted to pick out a few outfits before winter break ended in a few days and we went back to school. I had picked her up in my parent's car and here we were buried in the stacks. Of course, I had had quite a wild time on New Year's, and Brooke was listening with rapt attention as I regaled her with my exploits.
"So you got to spend the entire night with him?" Brooke demanded to know.
"Yeah, I slept over in Rylan's suite that night," I continued, as I nonchalantly examined a blue skirt I thought looked interesting. "We messed around for most of the night, so I suppose it wasn't exactly sleeping. And in the morning I snuck back to my room, no one the wiser."
"I assume that you didn't hook up with either of the girls, the next day?"
"No," I replied, pushing through more hangers. "We headed back to Westchester around noon that day, and I barely saw Tabitha and Rylan's sister Jessica. Honestly, I was a little over-sexed that morning."
"I bet you were," remarked Brooke, "I mean, I can't believe that on top of your boyfriend, you actually hooked up with not one, but two girls over New Year's!"
"At the same time, too." I smirked.
"At the same time!" Brooke exclaimed, slapping her forehead. "Unbelievable, Beth."
I raised my eyebrow at her. "Jealous?"
"Jealous?" Brooke replied, throwing her hands in the air. "Of course I'm jealous! I can't believe that you got to have a lesbian threeway without
me
!"
Brooke wasn't
just
my best friend. She and I had an odd relationship; we both had boyfriends, but we also were sort of girlfriends with each other. Not that our boyfriends minded; in fact, the four of us had a no-strings-attached partnership. For the last few weeks we had started grouping up for some sexual romps, and while us girls liberally shared our boys between us, the boys weren't shy about hooking up with each other as well. Seemed natural that if they could gay it out, so could Brooke and I. And that's just what we did.
We called our little group the Bang Gang, and even though we hadn't been fucking each other for more than a few weeks, we were collectively having a blast. Sure, it was hard for a bunch of high school seniors to hook up behind our parents' backs, but that was half the fun. Brooke and I were enjoying our newfound bisexuality, and had even discussed finding other girls to play with. I guess I got a little ahead of the game over New Year's.
Brooke leaned against the end of a rack of blouses, looking at me with a bemused expression. She was quite cute with dark brown hair tied back to her shoulder blades and pretty brown eyes bordering a slightly big, yet adorable nose. Brooke was wearing a long, brown wool coat over a pair of jeans and a white shirt with the Spider-Man logo proudly emblazoned on the center of her pert chest. Since we became lovers, I couldn't help but check her out every time I looked at her.
"Hey, Beth," she interjected, "stop checking me out and let's finish up here! Unless you are going to give me any other juicy details about all the sex you got!"
"Other details? I pretty much told you everything. Let's see. First girl, second girl, first and second girl together, and all night with Rylan."
She gave a satisfied nod. "Fine, so go take that top you picked out and let's go to checkout. I'm getting frisky hearing you talk about about all of this girl sex you got, and I need a little action this afternoon!"
I laughed, as I held the cotton top against my chest and gave it one last appraisal in the mirror. This particular shade of light pink went well with my shoulder-length dark blonde hair, and it fit my less than modest bust pretty snugly.
"Who said I was in the mood?" I jested. "After all, I still need to find a blouse that matches the blue in my eyes..."
Brooke poked me in the back of my ribs. "Oh no you don't. I want you all to myself this afternoon, and I'm not taking no for an answer! You got me too worked up!"
I winked at her through the mirror. "Fine," I sighed, "I
suppose
I can let you fuck me this afternoon."
"Well, how sweet of you!" She gestured to the checkout counter with her thumb. "Now, get your rear in gear!"
Brooke pulled me by the arm to the cashier, and once I had paid we made our way to the parking lot. It was a fairly brisk January day, with last night's light snowfall blanketing everything, but the roads were well-cleared out. My parents weren't expecting the SUV back for a while, so we climbed in to head to Brooke's house. Her parents were in the city today and weren't coming back until the evening, giving us the run of her house and plenty of time to play.
I pulled out of the parking lot, and we drove down the boulevards and through the light traffic. The area was a bit busy, probably from people returning stuff to stores from the holidays. Brooke was idly looking out the window, and if it wasn't such a long reach I probably would have pawed at her whenever we stopped at a light.
Suddenly, Brooke cried out, "Wait, Beth! Turn here!"
"Hm? Turn where?"
"To the right," said Brooke, "and pull into that little strip mall behind those trees."
I shrugged as I took a right into the L-shaped strip mall parking lot and parked in one of the empty spots. "Um, why are we stopping here?" I asked.
Brooke pointed out the window at one of the shops, grinning. "Take a look, there."
I glanced where Brooke was pointing, and I saw one of the stores which had darkened windows lined with a bunch of red hearts and string lights. The name of the store was above the door in big, bright neon lights.
"Buckingham Phallus," I read aloud. "What the - is that a sex shop?"
Brooke giggled. "We should go in there!"
I gasped a little bit. "We can't go in there! We're in high school!"
Brooke pointed at the door. "No, it's fine, see? It says '18 and older'. It's not like we're going to card us for buying beer or something."
"You want to go into a place like that?!" I sputtered.
"Why not?" shrugged Brooke. "I mean, you said you wanted to get one of those strap-ons."
"Yeah, but online or something! What if someone saw us in there?!"
"Well, if you ordered it online, how would you hide it from your mom and dad?" Brooke challenged. "We can do it here and now, and save the trouble. Plus, online you wouldn't even see what you were buying, at least at this place we can look around and see what kind of crazy stuff they have in there!"
I blushed a little bit. "I don't know, Brooke..."
"Look," Brooke assured, "if you're worried, we'll get out of the car and pretend to walk to one of the places on either side."
I looked out the window and studied the stores next to it. "So, do we pretend to go to The Chinese Tea Emporium, or to Gideon Chartered Accounting?"
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on Beth, don't be such a prude. No one will care! Considering all the sex you've been having lately, you're gonna let some sex shop weird you out?"
I raised my hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I just don't want people to think we're lesbians or something if we walk in together and browse for sex toys."
Brooke stared at me blankly. There was a very pregnant pause. "Beth. We are literally going to have lesbian sex this afternoon."
"You know what I mean!" I defended. "I just don't want random people knowing about what we do in private."
"Beth, sweetie." She took my head into her hands and kissed me sweetly on my lips. "I'm kind of nervous, too. I don't want to advertise what we do, but at the same time I don't want to be a sneak about it. I love you Beth, and I want to do crazy sex stuff with you. And I want to check out this crazy sex shop with you!"
"I can't believe this." I let out a deep sigh. "I take that back, I totally believe you're convincing me to do this. Okay. Let's go," I mumbled.
Brook kissed me one more time, and smiled. "Don't worry, it'll be fun, Beth! I've always wondered what a place like that looked like inside!"
We got out of the car, and I scanned around to see if anyone was watching. The parking lot was half empty and no one was milling about outside. Seeing no one in the vicinity, I hesitantly stepped towards the door to the sex shop, and even though Brooke's words suggested otherwise, I sensed she was a bit nervous as well. But she gathered herself and opened the door, while I followed her through.
Buckingham Phallus was a bit overwhelming to the senses when you walked in. The floors and ceilings were painted black, but there was a cacophony of colors and sights splattered everywhere. There were tons of corsets, bras, and negligees of every size, shape, and color on the walls and on many racks. Mannequins littered the whole place, some wearing frilly underwear, and others wearing leather and chains to which I gulped and looked away.
There was a counter in the middle of the store with a glass display and a bored, pink-haired girl with a nose-ring pulling merchandise out of a box. A handful of other customers were browsing around, including a middle-aged guy thumbing through a catalog and a pair of older women who were examining some boxes on the shelf and in deep discussion with each other. I got a little flustered, knowing that the couple was probably here for the same reason Brooke and I were.
Brooke grabbed my hand, and pulled me over to the aisle marked "Ye Olde Sex Toys". The pink-haired girl acknowledged us offhandedly as we walked by, and resumed her restock of the cabinet. I was blushing furiously; I kept telling myself no one cared, but there was no doubt to anyone at all why I was here! If Brooke hadn't been dragging me deeper into the store, I may have bolted out the door out of sheer embarrassment.
"Alright, let's see what they have here," said Brooke once we got into the toy aisle. It had tall shelves, so we were pretty much hidden from view. I stared wide-eyed at all of the various shapes and sizes of the dildos, and I was amazed at the variety. Some were small, but some were so big I could hardly imagine how you could even fit it inside of someone! Some had veins, some had little antennae, there was one that was shaped like an ear of corn...I wasn't even going to venture a guess.
Brooke chuckled. "Hey Beth, check this one out!" She was holding a plastic dick with LED lights along its side, in red, white, and blue. For the patriotic pervert, I guess. Brooke hit a switch on the base, and suddenly this thing started twisting around at the base while the lights flashed. The whole thing buzzed furiously in Brooke's hands.
"How are you supposed to see the lights when this thing is inside of your pussy?!" Brooke chortled.