Seven girls came into the adult store. I had seen them in the parking lot. They waited outside for something, either waiting on more to arrive or just working up their courage to enter the big bad store.
Twenty minutes after we had gone in, The girls finally came in. They were giggling and far too loud. One by one, they saw me and my wife browsing the restraints aisle and one by one their giggling gave way to confused frowns. Couples came in here? Couples would shop a store that only sold stuff for sex? What kind of a relationship is that where both of them want sex?
They kept looking at my wife. Whispering to one another, they took turns examining her. We had just come from a fancy dinner so she was looking rather upscale with her expensive shirt and very professional slacks. I think it was the glasses that threw them. My wife looked smart, sophisticated and very very happy to have found the sparkly vibrators. These giggling girls who couldn’t have been more than college freshmen if they were that old, just couldn’t imagine growing up to become a successful woman who came to a sex store with her husband.
Their giggling at a stop, the girls wondered around with better squad discipline than most military units. Everyone was in arms reach of one another. Everyone talked inward. Eye contact with other people was strictly avoided but it was okay to take turns looking at my wife. They picked up items, quietly passed it around and then returned it to its place with little discussion. They were scared shitless.
I felt really sorry for them. They had misconceptions, shames and fears that required them to work up their courage to go into a sex store and then only in a group of seven. Damn, that’s no way to live much less masturbate. I wanted to go up to them and tell them that it was okay to buy a vibrator but I am pretty sure all seven would have maced me if I got that close to them.
As we were leaving, I noticed a group of guys hanging outside the store. They were sitting around the same car that the girls were earlier. The boys were laughing and staring at the sex store. Maybe they were the boyfriends, waiting for their girls to return. Or maybe they were screwing up their courage too. Knowing kids though, I am betting that the girls made the boys wait outside for fear that so much porn would turn them into maniacs. Shit, looking at the nervous bunch of kids, the girls might have been right.
At least my wife and I had a good long fuck after that. Nothing like messed up youth to remind you how lucky we really are in our adulthood.