Hitting the Shops

The shops were small, cramped and filled to the brim with touristy stuff. Some of it was summer stuff, some of it was America stuff for the 4th, and some of it was hippy stuff. You started seeing repeated goods in the third shop. It was hot, you were all seating, and you doubted there was going to be anything you would want to buy.

And fuck if you didn’t care.

The girls were having fun. From the moment you all hit the beach street none of them dropped their smiles. You tried on a dozen sunglasses, and a half dozen silly hats put on your head and you were shown possibly a hundred different silly shirts. Bags, mostly small ones, slowly started to accumulate in your hands. Sabrina bought a cute tie-dye wrap in one shop. Gemma bought a straw hat coloured like the American flag, both because it would suit her outfit for the beach and as a souvenir to bring back home. Sabrina bought a trio of really long lollipops that she said reminded her of being a kid. Ollie even got in on things and bought a couple of old CDs from a store that you swore was half-thrift shop, along with a new pair of sunglasses that you had to admit suited her face.

Then came the really hippy store. It was practically a maze that you had to navigate through to see everything, and the girls took plenty of pictures together and with you next to weird wooden carvings and statuettes that you couldn’t imagine anyone actually buying for their home. Then, near the back, there was more of the touristy stuff along with a whole ‘gem girl’ area with crystals and shit, and clothes, and jewellery.

“What do you think, love?” Gemma asked, turning to you and holding up a pair of dangling earrings that reminded you of something you’d see on an Indian bride at her wedding.

“They’re cute, but won’t they pull on your earlobes?” you asked, stepping over to her.

“Maybe,” she grinned. “But I don’t know if I could pull off earrings this big.”

“I think you could make anything look good, love,” you said.

She grinned and went to her tiptoes to give you a peck on the lips before turning back to the counter. “What about this one? I could get another piercing in the top part of my ears, and when I’m not wearing it I could get a little stud for it.” She pointed out a little silver chain designed to attach to the ear at the lobe and somewhere higher.

“Baby, if you want to get another piercing then I think it would look great,” you said, hugging her from behind.

The woman who had been talking with Gemma behind the counter took out the earring to show her. Gemma took it and held it up to her ear and had you take a picture so she could see what it would look like, then asked you to go find Sabrina so she could see it too.

Sabrina was with Victoria and Corey across the shop looking at a display from one local artist or another. At first glance, it looked like more hippy trippy sunsets and crap, but Sabrina and Corey were giggling and Victoria was blushing and biting her bottom lip.

“What’s up?” you asked as you stepped behind Sabrina and wrapped your arms around her.

“These paintings are practically porn,” Sabrina snorted, trying to stifle herself from laughing harder.

“What?

“They’re all vaginas,” Corey coughed.

You frowned and narrowed your eyes, looking at the paintings again. Then you tilted your head a little and you saw it… and then you couldn’t unsee it. “Oh my God,” you laughed.

“Want one for our place?” Sabrina asked you with a teasing smile.

“Please, no,” you shook your head.

“Mmm, we need more phallic art, got it,” Sabrina grinned.

That one got Victoria, who burst with a bark of a laugh and then clapped her hands over her mouth. That set Sabrina and Corey off into another fit of giggling, which got to you.

“What is going on over here?” Ollie asked, coming over to you.

You had to wipe your eyes and just gesture at the paintings, pulling Sabrina away. “Gemma wants your opinion on something.”

Gemma was talking with the woman behind the counter as you came over, and you both managed to get your giggle fit down. Sabrina took a look at the earring chain and thought it would look good on Gemma, and Gemma decided to get it. You signalled behind their backs to the woman that you wanted to pay for it, and she grinned and winked at you. Then Gemma was pulling Sabrina away to look at some rings.

“New to polyamory, aren’t you?” the woman asked.

You blinked and glanced over at her. She was leaning on the glass counter of the display and smiling as she watched Sabrina and Gemma a few counters down, but looked back to you. You’d been distracted before, but after taking a solid look at her you realized the woman must have been in her forties but had the sort of gorgeous face that usually went with someone who had been a celebrity their whole lives.

“How could you guess?” you asked.

“Just the way you stand with both of them, mostly. The blonde made it obvious, but if you weren’t involved with the brunette as well then I’d say she had a deep crush on you,” the woman said. “That or you were a cheater.”

“We’re together,” you said, looking back over at the girls. “And it’s definitely new to all of us.”

“Well, it suits you,” the woman said. “I assume you’re a closed loop?”

“That’s the plan,” you said. “With some minor exceptions, I guess. All agreed on beforehand.”

“That’s good,” she said. “A little spice can help, but too much can ruin the pot.”

“Are you polyamorous?” you asked.

She shook her head, smiling at you again. “I was. Years ago now. But when I got pregnant I realized I was in love with one man, and just liked fucking the rest. Thankfully my daughter was his, and we settled down together.”

“Happy ever after?” you asked.

“Well, daughters are daughters,” the woman chuckled. “So mostly, except for all the teenage angst at the appropriate times.”

“Baby, come look,” Sabrina called to you, pointing at something in the display.

“Thanks,” you said to the woman.

“Good luck,” she grinned. “Just remember that the only way you can mess up love is if you stop talking.”

You smiled and nodded to her, and went down to the other end of the counters to Sabrina and Gemma.

“Flirting with the pretty MILF saleslady, baby?” Gemma asked you quietly with a teasing smile.

“Something like that,” you chuckled, then slipped your arm around Sabrina’s waist. “Alright, what do you want me to see?”

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