Chapter 3

Starla

Since moving opening my store on Main Street in Kissing Springs, KY, it’s been far more eventful than I intended. I figured I’d get some push back, but protesters were completely unexpected. Thankfully, they’ve calmed down after the incident with that woman collapsing in front of the store. I’ve seen her around at the cafe with her gang of judgy old women, so I know she’s fine.

They haven’t set up their picket line since then. A few of them have given me dirty looks around town but they’re not outright saying anything. I think the excitement of that incident isn’t something they’d been expecting either. I also didn’t expect to meet that cute paramedic, Aaron.

I’m glad to see a quiet street once again when I get to Tiger’s Den. Poppy doesn’t have any clients today, so I’ll be the only one here. It’s pretty quiet through the afternoon but I’m not worried. I have a few talks scheduled about sexual health and a couple bachelorette parties booked for toy shows coming up. That’ll cover my mortgage for now.

The bell rings at the front of the shop, and I can’t help smiling as Aaron comes into view. The cute paramedic has found me. I wonder if he remembers my name.

“Starla, right? So, this is your store?”

“Yes! You’re Aaron, right? What can I help you find today?”

“Um, well I’m looking for something for my friend Cru’s birthday.”

“You want to get him some crotchless panties?” I point at the rack he’s looking at.

“Oh my god no,” he laughs, “although that’s kind of along the lines of what I want.”

“So, this isn’t a personal kind of gift then?”

He laughs again. “It should be personal. I want it to be so personal that his entire face turns red and he’s speechless.”

I laugh too. “I think I understand. Can you tell me a little about your friend?”

“He’s also my teammate. We play hockey together and that’s mostly what we do. He likes to dance too, like at the clubs.”

“Kissing Springs has clubs? Seriously?” Poppy hadn’t mentioned anything, and she loves to dance too.

“No, we don’t have any clubs here. He goes out to the city to dance.”

“I see. So, you play hockey and you’re a paramedic? That sounds like a lot.”

“It is. But I love both and I’m not willing to give anything up.”

“I completely understand that. Okay, what about a toy then? Something bright.”

We get to the shelf that has all the rainbow designed dildos and we both grab for the same one. I swear he turns red, and I wonder if I’m blushing too. We giggle and he pulls the dildo down from the shelf.

“This is perfect.”

As we head to the register, thoughts of Aaron consume me. The idea of his hands all over my body, kissing me, starts making me wet. I ring him out while reminding myself I can’t, or shouldn’t, date customers, especially someone as high profile as Aaron. I can’t make any more waves.

I show him out and lock the door behind him. I’m way too hot and bothered to help anyone else right now. I turn the sign on the door to “closed” and head to the shelf where Aaron and I just were a moment ago, grabbing one of the rainbow dildos he’d picked for his friend.

I head to the back and into the private viewing room. I lock that door too. There, in the dim lights, I pull off my dress and settle in on one of the big fluffy cushions, dildo still in hand. I take a deep breath as I brush my fingers over my nipples, then back down my body, skimming over the wetness between my thighs.

There are lubricants all over the room and, right next to the cushion I’ve settled on, there’s one of my favorites, a tingling balm that’s perfect for getting even more in the mood. I rub some on my fingertips and can’t help but moan as I smooth it over my now pebbled nipples. The tingling sensation is immediate, and I feel it all the way down to my pussy.

I think of Aaron’s body, his lips, and the idea of what I can imagine he’s packing, considering the bulge I noticed when he walked in. I rub the tip of the dildo over my opening, getting it wet with all my juices. The tingling on my nipples is working as every touch of the dildo is sending me into a frenzy. I want him, and I imagine that the dildo is Aaron.

With my fingers still working my nipples, I thrust the dildo in me to the hilt. My legs spread farther, and I pull it out, then thrust it again. Faster and faster, until I’m almost at the edge, then I stop. I rub the tip on my clit, slowly in small circles. I’m not ready for this to end.

I imagine Aaron kissing me, kissing my neck, and nibbling my ear. My back arches as I rub more of the balm onto my nipples and feel that tingle all the way through me. I start thrusting the dildo again, moving my hips into it as I go. I moan and move, my imagination of Aaron running wild.

After several orgasms, I lay back into the cushion, not ready to put my clothes on and face the world again. There’s no reason I have to go back out there right now. The idea dawns on me that I’m solvent for this month. I don’t have to leave this room at all.

So, I settle in and get ready for round two.