“Sure darling” Gingers’ voice, a gentle coo, had a calming effect over most who were gifted enough to appreciate the husky undertone “I’ll pay. You go wait in the car.” with that, Ginger tossed Ri a set of keys before waltzing towards the nearest register.
They were flying along a series of back roads, with the top down in Gingers brand new Audi TT Roadster. ‘Lonely Boy’ by The Black Keys blaring on the radio “Isn’t this exciting?” Ginger called out against the blast of salty sea air that rushed against the two, whipping their hair out behind them in chaotic tangles.
Iris’s pale complexion was already reddening beneath the sweltering summer heat. “If you say so?” She shrugged, unfastening the top button to her blouse before placing a self-conscious hand over the black bag in her lap. It was a pitiful attempt to hide the store name ‘Lovejuice’ that was scrawled along the bags exterior in bright yellow letters.
Ginger tilted her head back and laughed as she planted her left hand on the wheel, then reached over with her right, to yank the small vibrator from the bag. She held the plain blue box up and dangled it over her head. “C’mon, you’re not even a teensy bit curious?” her voice was muffled and nearly lost between the bellow of the radio and the hum of the engine.
Before Iris could respond, they rounded a bend that forced her to cling to the inside of the car for dear life. “I would be, if I felt I would live long enough to use it!” Iris leaned forward to mash the button that silenced the Radio, meriting them a quiet moment to speak.
Ginger shrugged as she tucked the box between her legs in the driver seat, and then proceeded to scan the area around them, obviously looking for something. “It should be here, somewhere.” She nibbled at her plump bottom lip as her brows knitted up with slight frustration.
“What is here?” Iris looked around them at the vast expanse of interstate. A forest of pine trees towered over them on each side. What could Gin possibly be seeking in this mess of nature?
“Something special.” The red head said coyly before stomping her foot on the gas. The engine roared as they took off once again. They passed several more mile markers in silence before Ginger slammed her foot on the brake, making the wheels of the car screech and buffet against the asphalt.
Iris was sent lurching forward, only to be snapped back by the seatbelt. “Ow!” She whined, as the pungent scent of burnt rubber filled the air. The smell made Iris scrunch up her nose in distaste as she yanked off the seatbelt. She found herself leaning forward out of her seat to follow Gingers gaze.
“There it is” Ginger patted Iris’s leg playfully. With a grin that practically went ear to ear, Gin nodded toward a dirt road. It was cloaked within a mass of foliage and pine trees.
“There what is?” Iris pushed against the perforated black leather seat to scrutinize the obscure road. One would never see it, if they didn’t know what they were looking for. The dusty earthen road was barely visible behind a large sign. Its fading black letters looked weathered; she was barely able to make out the words “The Sand Trap” against its sun-bleached surface. The sign was old wood; heavy curtains of moss had already claimed the battered edges. This was, Iris guessed, a remnant of some tavern or pub that had long since closed “A sociopaths dream?” Iris quipped as she sat back in her seat, completely uninterested.
“Ha! No.” Ginger scoffed “Do you remember when I ran away for a week, last summer?” Ginger yanked the steering wheel to the left and directed the car through the tangle of bushes. The car bounced as it made the transition from smooth road to sandy alley
Iris watched civilization seemingly disappear in the rearview mirror before responding. “Yeah. They were calling me every day to ask if I had seen you.” Pine Trees seemed to suddenly engulf them.
Ginger gave a quick nod. “Yup, this is where I went. I found it by accident. I wanted you to see it too” She was careful now, going slower as she was forced to navigate a barely visible path. To her relief, the road eventually opened up so that tall arching trees weren’t so suffocating.
Iris eyed the branches passing above her, each one heavily laden with clusters of pinecones waiting for gravity to free them from their perch. “You are lucky you weren’t murdered and put into a can of Alpo.” Iris said with a bit of annoyance. They had been really worried about her.
Ginger responded with a weak smile. That had been a dark moment in her life. But this place had been like a sanctuary. Someplace she could go when she needed to scream at the world. “Do you feel lucky Ri?” She said with a sly, wicked grin”
“Great.” Iris chimed as she curled back into her seat. “You just tell me when Ted Bundy arrives, so I can get a running start.” She hated surprises; whatever Gin wanted to show her was not worth the anxiety building in her chest. She could just see her obituary now.
Ginger slowed the car down as the road ended abruptly to open up to a large clearing. She pulled the car to a stop just a few feet from the edge of a large drop off. It was a small cliff that offered a vast panoramic view of the South Atlantic Ocean.
Iris clambered up in her seat with a look of surprise. Stark white seagulls arched and swooped over a blanket of cerulean sea in the distance. Her expression fell to that of complete astonishment as she caught a glimpse of dorsal fins arching over the waves against the horizon. She was utterly taken aback by the scene. They were so far up; she felt she could see all the way to China. “It’s beautiful” her tone that of shock and awe.
“I figured we could watch the sunset here.” Ginger said tenderly, a strange twinge of enchantment laced her voice.
Iris glanced to Ginger and then to the clock radio on the console “But that is like, an hour or two from now Gin.”
Ginger moved languidly, her hand snaking out to caress Iris’s cheek. “I have an idea of how we can kill time lovely”
Iris pulled her eyes to meet Gins’ as she struggled to find the will to speak. “What, exactly did you have in mind?”
Ginger pulled her hand away casually, and with deliberate pause, began opening the box that held the newly attained vibrator. “These things suck when you do it yourself.” She turned the box end over end, allowing the small handheld love stick to fall into her palm. The contraption itself was a metallic black, four inches of spherical shape that slowly curved into a soft point. “So, I shall guide you.”
Iris felt that feverish blush in her cheeks grow warmer as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. Part of this made sense; they had played around in the past. They had shared a kiss here or there, including one chaste make out session that had taken place briefly in her room, before her mother came barging in. It had never really blossomed to more than that. It never had the chance too. “Gin…” she whispered unsure how she felt about this.
Ginger flashed her dear friend a confident smile as she ran the pad of her finger along the pointed tip of the vibrator. “Just trust me okay?” The words came out in a lusty tone that Iris had come to know very well.
“I do trust you Gin, you know I do” Iris fiddled with her white button up blouse and pulled it down over her stomach with a nervous shiver. “We talked about this, I don’t- I am not comfortable.”
Gingers purr was like that of a cougar before it pounced, she slid out of the car, tucking the vibrator in her back pocket before she rounded the car. “That is what I am here for darling, to make you more comfortable with who you are”
The door handle made a slight click as Ginger opened it and offered Iris a bronzed hand. “This place is secluded, trust me.”
There was no real reason to be afraid of this, she told herself. They were both attracted to each other. She pressed her hand into Gingers as she exited the car “I just, feel so… inexperienced compared to you…“ Iris moved to the front, taking a seat on the hood as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest.
Ginger slowly closed in on Iris as she sat down, seductively pressing her into the crimson hood of the car; their bodies were forced to slowly come together. She could feel the curves of Iris’ frail form beneath her body, the heat of it radiating through the fabric of her shirt. She shuddered with delight as she pressed on, pushing Iris down. Her lips found their way to the soft lobe of her ear, resting hot and wet against it. “I am really good at what I do Iris. Just sit back, relax, and let the pleasure come”
Iris moaned at the hushed, steamy whispers along the soft skin of her neck, meant to incite yearning, a small taste of what was to come. She felt a thrill of bliss travel from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Then, a sudden wave of panic as Ginger began to systematically unfasten the buttons to her blouse. “Wait.”
“Shh… Ri, let me do this” was Gingers eager reply as her fingers completed their work. The blouse fell free,
