Chapter 3
The heat wave had taken a few days off, and now it was back with a vengeance. Quarter past twelve on a Saturday, Janie nervously paced the busy supermarket’s parking lot, clutching her little purse. She wished Stella didn’t have to work the lunch shift.
Quinn had given her Ralph’s number, but it had taken two weeks and a lot of prodding until Janie finally sent him a message. When he pulled up in an ancient, unwashed convertible twenty minutes late, she recognized him immediately. He was old – older than her dad, probably almost fifty. But unlike her dad, he looked fit. Tall, muscular, handsome. She had no doubt that a straight woman would find him attractive.
“Excuse me,” he growled in a deep, gruff voice. “You’re Janie?”
No wonder Quinn calls him Papa Bear.
“Y-yes.”
“Sorry, I overslept,” he said, yawning as he lifted a large cardboard box from the passenger seat. “I work the night shift.”
Janie stared at him. “Oh god, I didn’t realize! I’m so sorry. We could have done this at a more convenient time.”
“Don’t worry about it, kid.” He grinned and set the box on the hood of his car. “Getting a bunch of sex toys from a stranger – definitely something you should be doing in broad daylight.”
Janie giggled. “In a supermarket parking lot.”
“Yeah. I have to pick up a few things anyway.” He opened the lid of the box. “Quinn got a lot of free samples in her old job, and not the cheap shit either. I put in a bit of everything. Packages are still sealed; it’s all brand new.”
“My God, that’s a lot!” said Janie after a glance inside, her heart pounding in her chest. “That’s way too much. I can’t accept that.”
“Nah, it’s all right. Quinn likes you, and she wants you to have that stuff. That and a thumb drive with all her movies.” He raised his eyebrow and chuckled. “You know what kind of movies she made?”
“I… uh… I know. She told me.” Janie grinned. “In detail.”
He laughed. “Corrupting the youngsters, that’s my Quinn. But listen, this isn’t for the faint of heart. You might wanna start with her earlier work and read the descriptions before you watch any of it.”
Janie browsed through the box. She noticed a small purple package.
“Quinn specifically asked for a strap-on harness,” he said, leaning against his car. “It should work with any of the dildos. I hope you girls have fun with it.”
“Th-thanks. This is so nice, I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t mention it. Take good care of my woman, okay? If there’s anything else you need, shoot me a message, and I’ll have a look.”
When Stella came home at four in the afternoon, Janie was just removing the second batch of cookies from the oven. She set the tray on a couple of coasters on the table and took off her oven mitts.
“Smells amazing,” said Stella, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Your mom’s recipe?”
Janie nodded, pushing Stella’s hand away. “Careful, they’re still hot. You’ll burn your fingers.”
Stella kicked off her shoes. “So,” she asked, “how did it go with Quinn’s boyfriend? Did he show up?”
“He did.” Janie turned around, lifting her skirt to reveal her pantyless butt. The base of a small plug peeked out between her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait. Ralph gave me a thumb drive with Quinn’s movies. I watched a few minutes, and I just had to try this.”
Stella giggled and slapped her ass. “Bad girl! I almost don’t recognize you.”
“It’s not my fault! That’s all Quinn’s influence.”
“What did you watch?” Stella reached for a cookie from the first batch and took a bite. “Any of the poopy stuff? Something with diapers?”
“No, her first movie, Anal Antics. Oh, and we have vibrators now – I’m still all tingly.”
“I see you already prepared something for me,” said Stella with a full mouth, glancing at the bed where the strap-on harness with a bright orange dildo was laid out. “Let me see if I can figure out how this works.”
“It’s not complicated. One strap goes around your waist and two between your legs.”
Stella stripped out of her work uniform and her underwear and draped everything over the back of a chair. It took less than a minute until all the straps were buckled tight and the orange dildo was dangling between her legs.
“You’re good to go?” she asked, moving her hips to make the dildo bounce. “Or do you need some lube before I stick it in?”
Janie giggled. She pulled up her skirt and reached between her legs. “No, I’m dripping already.” She bent over the counter of the kitchenette, next to a stack of unwashed dishes. “Mind if I leave the plug in?”
“Your choice. Spread your legs, baby! Here it comes.”
Stella aligned the tip and gave it a gentle push. The dildo slid in easily. Janie gasped, her muscles grabbing the foreign object as Stella settled into a slow, deliberate rhythm. The toy felt silky and smooth, gently stretching her in ways her fingers never could.
Quinn was right, thought Janie, pushing her butt out to meet the dildo. That shape really is convenient.
“Go ahead if you wanna rub yourself,” said Stella after a few strokes. “I hear most girls can’t come from vaginal penetration alone.”
“I think I can.”
Janie exhaled, feeling the warmth and the tingle of an approaching climax. She squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the kitchen counter to steady herself.
“You’d be popular with the guys. You didn’t even need foreplay.”
“Low maintenance.” Janie laughed, spreading her legs wider. “I think this is as close as I’ll ever get to sex with a man. Now I know how it works.”
“I don’t know. Maybe if the guy took a lot of viagra.” She kneaded Janie’s butt cheeks with both hands. “This is fun. You’ll do me next, okay?”
A moan escaped Janie’s lips. “Yes, but could you go harder, please?”
Stella laughed. “‘Fuck me harder,’ like in porn, huh?” She grabbed Janie’s hips and picked up speed. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out, baby.”