Adults Only
Mixed Bag - Chapter Twenty Six
Karen (Part 4)
by Kylie X
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Story Codes: F/F, M/F, Lesbian, No Sex, Romance, Interracial
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"The Pleasure-Trove?" I gave Karen a look and she just smiled, her pale skin and blonde hair taking on a pink glow from the neon surrounding the storefront.
"Ever been in here?" she asked me, holding the door open and I shook my head.
"Nope," I sighed, wondering why my best friend had to be so strange sometimes.
"It's nice," Karen promised, following me into the store. Pushing me sorta.
She'd told me we were going shopping, which had made zero sense at the time. Everything was closed except the little bars just off campus, a couple diners and the Winchell's Donut shop. And the local adult bookstore, of course, and that was where my lesbian friend had brought me, probably just to see the look on my face.
It was surprisingly nice inside and I suppose if a porn shop wanted a business license within a mile of the university it would have to be. The Pleasure-Trove was couples oriented, meaning it had a carpeted floor, wood paneling, decent lighting, and the local bubblegum radio station playing. No dirty old men in trench coats browsing fluorescent aisles of cellophane wrapped porn from Holland. The place looked an awful lot like the B. Dalton Bookseller I liked to browse at the mall. Except this one had a huge selection of dildos along one wall, no pun intended.
"Good evening, ladies." A clean cut man, probably a grad student, was behind the counter to our immediate right and he looked nice and normal. Even cute, but I wasn't ever going to date a guy who worked in a porn shop, you know?
"Hi," I answered, feeling my tummy tighten with nervousness. I'd never been in an adult bookstore in my life!
"Come on," Karen grinned at me, looking like a high school girl in her plaid skirt and golden t-shirt with a pissed off gopher emblazoned on it.
"Dildos?" I giggled because that's where Karen was leading us, to that large selection displayed along a not-so-long wall.
"I really need one," Karen told me with a grin and she was clearly enjoying this. I felt pretty warm actually, not exactly embarrassed, but I was far from comfortable and I kept my eyes off the porn we were passing.
"I probably don't need to know that," I replied with a small laugh.
We were walking between a couple bookshelves packed with DVD videos and the shelves were labeled helpfully. Gay, Trans, Oriental, Lesbian, Interracial, Amateur…Whoops…I paused, looking at that word interracial and wondering if they had movies of black girls with white guys. I'd seen a porn video before, but only once and it hadn't done a whole lot for me. Rodney had liked it, but until we'd started making out I'd pretty much been falling asleep. That movie hadn't had any white guys in it though. I skipped quickly to catch up with Karen.
Back in Black. That's what that video had been called, I remembered. I wondered if they had any White in Black. That might be sorta fun to watch, but not alone probably and I laughed at myself for being silly. Did I really want to spend my hard earned allowance on porn? I doubted it. But I was interested, yeah, and not a little horny, which only added further to my discomfort.
"This is so weird," I made a face as Karen and I looked over the selection of toys.
"Yeah," Karen grinned at me and she pointed at the biggest dildo there, a 36" long double headed dong as big around as my arm probably. "I wonder if they sell a lot of those."
"Oh God!" I didn't really want to look at it. "I don't even know what half this stuff is for."
"Yeah, you do," Karen said and I would have blushed then, if I weren't already so dark, but even so…
"Can I help you two find something?" the guy working there asked us, almost making me jump out of my shoes. I hadn't realized he was standing behind us.
He was cute too and it was like finding Joaquin Phoenix working in a porn shop in that old movie, except maybe this guy didn't look quite that good. He was tall and white though, with soft brown eyes and dark brown hair. Dressed casual nice and looking neat, like I said. He looked like a thousand other guys I saw at the university everyday and if I'd been anyplace else I'd have been showing off probably, as Karen likes to call it.
"Yeah," Karen nodded and I stared at her for a second. "I'm looking for a decent strap-on. A realistic one, you know?"
"Right," the guy nodded, like girls came in all the time looking for strap-on dildos. "All the strap-on toys are down at this end…"
I felt like crawling into a hole. It was embarrassing and I wondered why Karen and this other guy were acting so normal. It was like we were looking for a decent pair of shoes or something, but these were cocks! Most of them didn't really look like cocks, true, but it was pretty unmistakable what they were for and where they were supposed to go, and…What was I doing here? Karen was doing it on purpose too, I thought, asking for help just so this guy would stay close to me. I wondered if she was trying to make up for that tongue fucking kiss she'd given me at the mixer, the one that had basically scared me away from any chance I had at meeting a guy. But that was a mean thought and I pushed it away with a frown.
"Ohhh…" Karen laughed. "Here we go, Kylie. See anything you like?"
"What?" I blinked at her because she was almost making it sound like we were together.
"What size are you looking for?" the guy asked and I realized a second later that Karen wasn't answering because the man was looking at me. Like if Karen was wearing it, then I'd be the one…
"No! I'm not…" I stared at his handsome, smiling face for a second and then dropped my eyes and black or not, I was blushing hard.
"Like about mmmm…eight inches? Maybe nine. Not huge," Karen said. "But definitely a Caucasian one. Right, Kylie?"
"White, huh?" He smiled at that and I gave Karen a dirty look, but she was too busy sticking her tongue out at me to notice. "How about the Peter North model?"
The guy was reaching up for the top shelf and pulling down a cardboard box with a plastic window. The sort of box Barbie dolls come in, you know? And inside was a large, white penis, obviously fake, but pretty realistic looking too, so far as I knew. It had balls and everything, but I'd never actually seen a white cock in person.
"That looks promising." Karen was all smiles as she took the box, turning it this way and that. "Modeled on adult film star Peter North from cast molds of his very own penis! What do you think, Kylie?"
"Karen…" I frowned at her.
"I can open it, if you want," the man offered.
"Yeah!" Karen agreed happily, ignoring my looks. "Can I take it for a test drive? I'm just kidding."
The salesman laughed as he opened the box and the dildo was fixed to a piece of cardboard with wire ties, the thin straps folded neatly and taped behind it. I stood there watching, feeling like I was at the scene of a crime and despite myself, I was checking the clerk out. I couldn't help it. He was standing three feet away from me, smiling and friendly and looking good while he did it. I'd seen his ass when he reached for the box and it was round and firm. God! And in front…Yeah, he had a sweet bulge, not obscene or anything, but the man had something in his pants and I kept dropping my eyes to it every few seconds.
Something was wrong with my brain.
"Yeah, sorry," he laughed. "No driving on the premises."
"Oh, wow!" Karen grinned. "It's kind of soft. Is it supposed to be like that?"
"Uh…" the guy kind of shrugged.
"I've never touched a real one," Karen told him. "I thought they were supposed to be hard or something?"
"Karen, come on," I sighed, glancing at the guy and wondering if he knew my friend was teasing him, because it seemed obvious to me.
"What?" Karen smiled at me. "I haven't, you know that. Feel it, Kylie. Tell me if a cock is supposed to be that soft."
"It's soft on the outside," the guy shrugged. "But very firm on the inside. We sell a lot of these, so…"
"I don't want to touch it," I told Karen, looking at the dildo and it was still tied down so Karen couldn't really play with it or bend it, or anything.
"Firm sounds pretty good," Karen nodded. "What's this for though?"
"That's the…Clitoral stimulator," the guy read from the box. "It says it's designed to provide hours of comfort and pleasure for the wearer."
"Hours? Cool," Karen giggled. "What do you think, Kylie? Would it look good on me?"
"Uh, yeah," I surrendered with a roll of my eyes and the clerk was chuckling, giving me a sympathetic look which surprised me. "It's definitely you, Karen."
"Yeah," she agreed. "How much is it, anyway?"
"Huh? Oh…" the man had been looking at me, really looking, and I'd been looking back. When he turned his eyes to the box, I looked away and swallowed hard. "It's, uh…Sixty-two fifty, plus tax."
"Sixty-two…dollars?" Karen stared at him. "Don't you have any used ones or something?"
I laughed at that, just because it was pretty funny and the guy grinned at her. Karen had given him the dildo and he was working it back into the box carefully.
"Well, I'm not supposed to do this, but…" the man said, sounding like a used car salesman, and Karen laughed and I bit my bottom lip, finding his crotch with my eyes again.
That dildo was about nine inches long, or close to it anyway, and I wondered how that compared with the man in front of me. He seemed pretty confident. Most guys would be a little intimidated showing a couple girls, a couple of very attractive girls, a large penis…Unless he was reasonably certain of his manhood, wouldn't you think? Eight inches of hard white cock would be really nice right about then and I could feel my pussy twinkling, which was the perfect word for it, believe me. I had a growing wet spot on my panties and that was ridiculous!
"…I can knock off twenty percent," the man continued. "But don't tell anyone, okay?"
"You won't get in trouble?" Karen wondered with a little teasing in her voice.
"I'll say you had a coupon," he said with a smile. "We advertise in the papers all the time, so it's no big deal."
"Okay," Karen nodded. "I'll take it. What are you gonna get, Kylie?"
"What? Me? I don't think…" I cleared my throat, glancing at the man.
"If you see anything you like…" he said gently. "Don't hesitate to ask. I have a lot of coupons in the register."
"Yeah," Karen laughed lightly. "You can't leave without getting something. Maybe they have t-shirts."
"A t-shirt?" I giggled nervously. "Shut-up."
"We have t-shirts," the guy said, as if Karen had been serious. "They're pretty explicit though."
"Explicit?" Karen grinned at him. "Like what?"
"For women? Like, ohhh… 'I love Cock' with the heart, you know," he said. "Or 'Got Sperm?' that sort of thing."
"God!" Karen laughed happily. "That's sick!"
"I don't think I need a t-shirt," I cleared my throat again and my mouth was unbearably dry.
"What's your most popular t-shirt?" Karen wondered and I looked around, really wishing some other customers would come in, but we were it. I suppose being a weeknight and with the big mixer going strong on campus, it was probably slow everywhere. The guy had nothing better to do than entertain us and Karen was having a great time.
"Karen…Maybe the guy has to work?" I said, whining a little, but I was ready to go back to my room and just frig myself. That was my plan. I had a guy to fantasize about, our anonymous porn clerk, and I could get off and go to sleep and never go shopping with Karen again.
"I am working," the guy smiled at me and wow! His eyes were pretty. "The most popular one? A lot of girls get the one that says 'Slut for Black Cock' on it."
"Slut for black cock?" Karen laughed and I blinked at the guy.
"Yeah, white college girls," he shrugged. "I think it's a sorority thing mostly. They make the new pledges get them and wear them around for a day or two."
"Oh man!" Karen shook her head.
"It's a seasonal item," the man laughed. "Hazing season for the Greek Houses."
"Heh!" I laughed at his little joke and I'd actually been thinking about joining a Greek Society, but maybe not.
"Do you have any that say 'Slut for White Cock' on them?" Karen asked and I jerked slightly. "You could get one of those, Kylie. That would be pretty awesome."
"Yeah, we have those," the man said, looking at me. "Not a big seller, but if you're interested…"
"Uh…no, that's…okay…" I said slowly, avoiding his eyes.
"Kylie?" Karen giggled. "She's always interested in white cock!"
"Karen!" I blinked at her.
"What? You don't have to be shy about it," Karen teased me and I was ready to run. "You should tell the world how you feel, maybe all those black guys would leave you alone."
"Just…stop, okay?" I frowned at her. She wasn't talking about 'all those black guys' either, Karen was talking about one black guy, Rodney, and we both knew it.
"Tell you what," the man cleared his throat. "Spend a hundred dollars and I can give you the t-shirt for free."
"Really?" Karen grinned at him. "Before or after the discount?"
"Before," the guy laughed.
"Alright, sure," Karen grinned at me. "We just have to spend another, um…forty bucks? Not even that."
"It's getting late," I said, but Karen was in a mood and I didn't know what I was feeling.
I was embarrassed now, like totally, and I hadn't really been comfortable since stepping through the door. But Karen was having fun and that guy was cute as hell and being ridiculous nice, and we were surrounded by sex. I mean, everywhere I looked I saw something that was making my mind wander. Talking about white cocks and seeing interracial videos and realistic dildos…It was insane and my pussy was dripping and my tummy all knotted up with butterflies. My nipples itched like crazy and I kept checking that guy out, and…Fuck! Why me?
"Come on, let's check out some videos or something," Karen was tugging at me arm.
"You want me to hold that up at the register?" the man asked, meaning the dildo Karen was buying and she nodded.
"Yeah," she agreed. "We're just gonna browse a little. Do you have like white guys with black girl videos?"
"Interracial…" the man pointed with a smile just for me. "Right over there."
"Thanks," Karen was already leading me reluctantly towards the bookshelves. "We gotta get you a good one, Kylie!"
"You're crazy! You know that?" I whispered as soon as we were out of sight of the guy, except there were cameras and mirrors all over, so he was probably watching us anyway.
"Come on," Karen pushed her glasses up her pert nose. "We're just having fun. You seriously have to relax, Kylie. That guy's totally cool."
"I don't care," I insisted. "It's embarrassing."
"I'm sorry, okay?" Karen gave me a small frown. "I was just teasing you a little. The guy's cute anyway, isn't he? I saw you checking him out."
"I was not!" I whispered loudly.
"Yeah right!" Karen laughed at me and then it was my turn to frown. "You were posing for the guy, come on!"
"No, I wasn't," I swallowed hard. "He thinks I'm queer anyway now. Thanks a lot."
"No, he doesn't," Karen shook her head. "He saw you looking, that's the only reason he's knocking the price down."
"Looking at what?"
"At him, dopey!" Karen nudged me with her shoulder. "You oughta just give him your phone number."
"What? I'm not gonna go out with a guy who works in a porn shop!"
"Whatever," Karen sighed. "He's cute, he likes you, he's got a cool job, and he's probably got a dick as big as that dildo."
"How would you know…"
"And he's as white as I am," Kylie kept going. "I bet he's fun as hell in bed. If you're into the whole man thing, I mean."
"Karen!"
"I wonder if he has a little sister?" Karen grinned t me and I had no choice but to laugh. "Oh, check this out! 'Little Black Box'…Ouch!" Karen held up a video of a cute black girl with her ass impaled on a huge white cock. "I bet that hurts!"
"Uhhh…" I blinked at it.
"Too much, huh?" Karen laughed. "Let's find one with a girl who looks like you."
"What?"
"And then you can help me find one that looks like me!" Karen nodded happily. "Oh…Hold on! Lesbian interracial? God!"
"Huh? Where?" I looked down and sure enough, Karen was holding a DVD promising six hours of interracial girl-on-girl action. "Oh no," I groaned and Karen was all smiles.
"Oh yes! I found my video," she giggled. "Where's yours?"
"I can't believe you're buying porn," I sighed.
"You mean, we're buying porn," Karen corrected me. "Keep looking, they say everyone has a twin someplace. Maybe yours is a porn star!"
"Shut-up!" I laughed and we spent fifteen minutes just looking at interracial videos and laughing about the titles or gasping at the scenes. They were all completely obscene, some of them positively disgusting, and almost always black guys with white girls. But there was a small collection of white guys with black girls as well and it surprised me a little.
"This girl definitely looks like you," Karen said and we were holding three DVDs between us, the three that featured black girls who looked like me, to varying degrees.
"ATM #13…What's ATM stand for?" I wondered.
"Uh, Ass To Mouth," Karen stuck out her tongue. "Yikes!"
"What?" I made a face at that. "I don't think I need to see that."
"There's some pictures of it right here…" Karen was holding the back of the video up and I looked pointedly away. "Yeah, you're right. That's a man thing, I guess."
"I guess," I nodded and I'd never really thought about having a cock in my butt. Even if I was somehow talked into trying anal sex, I was reasonably sure I wouldn't want it in my mouth afterwards. I'm clean all over, but that…
"You probably wouldn't like this one either then," Karen giggled. "Girls Who Swap Sperm #20…How many of these things do they make?"
The cover of that one showed a close-up of two black girls kissing around the swollen head of a big white penis. They were all covered with sperm, the women's tongues dripping with the stuff and making quite a mess it looked like. Sperm didn't really bother me, but making out with another girl after taking a big load in our mouths? Uh, thanks but no thanks!
"What's the other one?" I wondered, not having very high hopes at all. But why was I hoping anyway? I didn't want to buy porn, remember? Except all that looking at pictures of other girls, black girls, having sex with white men…I wanted to see it.
"Amateurs: Black First Timers #69…My lucky number," Karen grinned at me. "How much you wanna bet they only made one video and just called it number sixty-nine?"
"What's it look like?" I looked over Karen's shoulder as she flipped the case over.
"Yeah, that girl looks like you," Karen tapped one of the pictures and there were three of them, one for each scene.
"Yeah, when I was twelve!" I laughed. "God! How old is she?"
"It says all the models are eighteen," Karen said. "She's got your face, the rest of her…"
The rest of her looked like I did just after I hit puberty. Her breasts were tiny with long and puffy black nipples, her pussy was shaved smooth and stretched around a big white cock. They're always big, I noticed. The girl did have straight black hair though, and the same heart shaped face and high cheeks I did. She wasn't my twin, but she could have been my sister. Why did she have to look twelve though? It was weird, but knowing she was eighteen and that white guy was so much bigger, looking strong and muscular and…
"It looks like child porn," I decided.
"You don't want it?" Karen tilted her head. "The other two girls are cute too. Kinda young looking, but…"
"I'll…Yeah, okay," I felt my tummy lurch as I made my decision and I couldn't believe I was going to buy that video.
"Really?" Karen asked, grinning and I think she couldn't believe it either.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "Um…Yeah."
"Cool!" Karen nodded. "Let's go get your t-shirt!"
"Oh God!" I rolled my eyes. "We're spending a hundred bucks to get a free t-shirt I won't ever wear."
"Yeah!" Karen giggled. "Pretty awesome, huh? Welcome to the wild side, Kylie."
The worst part, of course, was putting my new DVD on the counter so the clerk could ring it up. He must have thought we were seriously perverted. A realistic, Caucasian strap-on dildo; a DVD featuring interracial lesbian action; and another video catering to the pedophile wanna-be's who were into big white studs fucking little black girls. How obvious did we have to be? I didn't care what Karen thought, this guy had me pegged for a serious lesbian, or at least bisexual. I was afraid to look at the guy.
"Did you girls find everything you were looking for?" he asked pleasantly, looking back and forth between us, but mostly at me. He'd definitely smiled at that video I was buying and I burned.
"Almost," Karen said and she was nudging me with her elbow.
"Oh?" the man smiled uncertainly.
"Ask him, Kylie," Karen whispered, which was so pointless as to be funny. The guy heard every word we were saying.
"Ask him what?" I frowned as Karen elbowed me again.
"Uh…" the man was confused, obviously and he was definitely looking at me now.
"You know!" Karen made a little face at me and nudged me for a third time, right in my ribs and it was getting annoying.
"Stop it! What?" I asked her and I glanced at the guy, smiling apologetically and wishing he wasn't looking into my eyes.
"Kylie wants to ask you for your phone number," Karen said and I gasped, jerking my head around to stare at the girl.
"Oh," the guy blinked at Karen and then looked at me and I wanted to crawl into a hole.
"She's kind of shy, but…" Karen shrugged. "Once you get to know her…"
"Karen," I pleaded with her to stop.
"Yeah, well…" the guy nodded but he didn't know what to do, since I really hadn't asked him for anything yet.
"She's just always trying to hook me up," I said weakly, sort of lying too since this was a first. "I'm sorry. We can just pay for this stuff and…"
"My name's Brandon," the man cut me off. "Kylie, right? Could I have your phone number?"
"Uh…" I licked my lips, kind of wide-eyed at his question.
"If I could ask you out sometime," he suggested gently. "Would that be okay?"
"Kylie…" Karen nudged me again and I ignored her.
"Yeah, I guess so," I nodded. "Brandon, okay. Yeah…Do you have a pen?"
"Right here," he smiled. "I'll…Get you your free t-shirt. Slut for White Cock, right?"
I looked up quickly at that and yeah, he was definitely teasing me, seriously hitting on me, and I liked it. That was crazy too, I mean, what he'd said was so wrong! But it was a t-shirt, so…And I had to be crazy giving my phone number to a white guy, especially one working in a porn shop! What was wrong with me? I had a boyfriend, a black guy, and Rodney was serious about me. I knew that. My parents wanted him to propose and they really wanted me to accept, and here I was giving my phone number to a white man? I was insane!
But I'd been looking for a white guy all night, hadn't I? Who was I trying to fool? I'd gone to that mixer just so I could get picked up by a white man. I'd kissed Karen just to get their attention, for crying out loud! And now I was going to stand there and worry about Rodney? What a total hypocrite I was, just because I was nervous. Because it was really happening. For the first time in my life I was actually connecting with a white guy and it was real. It was scary. It was exciting as hell and I wanted to find a bathroom before I peed myself, I swear. I felt like I was thirteen or something.
"Yeah," I answered, choking down my fear and giving Brandon my best, most knee-buckling smile. "Slut for White Cock. That sounds good."
To be continued…
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