Disclaimer: See last chapter.
Okay, got lazy there, but whatever.
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That evening, at the Vega home, Jade found herself sitting in her car, waiting for the appointed time, and maybe a bit beyond. 'Who is she to tell me when to be anywhere?' Jade thought, venom starting to churn in her mind. 'I should just drive away, ignore the talentless one's attempts to...' A knock on her window let the pale girl know someone was there.
Blue eyes shifted, seeing the smiling face of Trina Vega standing outside her car, staring in through the drivers side window. Sounding almost conspiratorial, the elder Vega sister opened with "It'll be easier if I drive."
Jade rolled down her window. "Sorry, what was that?" They both knew Jade had been able hear her, even if the car was fairly soundproofed.
"If you insist on driving, then you have to make sure to take me home." Trina continued, standing p from the half crouch she'd been in. "But look, your car's right here, so if I drive, we both know you'll be able to get home really easily."
"I don't wanna be seen out with you." Jade tried. "Because, you know, nobody likes you."
"And I said, I'm doing this for Cat, cause otherwise, I wouldn't wanna be seen out with just you either." Trina shot back. "Besides, I doubt anyone we know is gonna be where we're going. So, shift over, and let me drive, or shift over to my car."
Jade thought, for just a second, then rolled up her windows, got out and locked her car up. "Okay, you can drive." The goth said, making her way to the older girls car. Jade also used that time to get her phone out, and settled in on which videos to watch.
Trina didn't seem to mind, getting in and, moments after jade got her seat belt on, driving the other girl away from the Vega home, their neighborhood, and off towards the secret destination. Minutes passed, with Jade lost in her phone, not wanting to be there, but surrendering to the simple reality that she might need this information in order to help Cat. Finally, the car pulled to a stop, and they were at their destination.
"We're here." Trina told her guest. "So, follow my lead, and lets get informed." She held up a single finger. "I'll do all the talking, up until it's time for you to chime in. We good?"
"Whatever." Jade said, having no intent on doing what Trina wanted. That attitude, however, ended seconds later as they reached the building. Stopping just outside, Jade took in the sign, proclaiming the name of the establishment as "Girl Bar." Something clicked in the pale girls head. "Um, Trina…?"
Trina, however, plowed ahead to the entrance, not worrying about much beyond finding people to help answer her questions. "Relax and let me do the talking." She reminded her companion. Despite them having brought their fake ID's in preparation, no one stopped them at the door to check. They were able to bypass the curtains that acted as security to find their way inside.
Inside, the bar was sparsely populated by women. Girls of various dress, mostly attractive, talking and dancing and playing pool. A bar for women, with Jade now knowing just what kind of place they'd gone too.
"HAY!" The bartender called out. "Aren't you a little young?"
"Yea, but that's okay." Trina called back. "We're not here to drink. See, my friend here has been tasked with helping a mutual friend lose her virginity, and we're not exactly experienced in that area. Naturaly, we came here for some advice."
"And I brought my fake I.D. why?" Jade hissed.
"We needed to get in first." Trina said, not seeming the least bit worried. Then, she raised her voice. "So, who has advice for us?"
The extremely uncomfortable situation was solved quickly by a couple of the women there who led the girls to a semi secluded corner of the bar. Once there, said women proceeded to offer a little advice, starting with being more careful about screaming some things out. Jade found herself taking notes as the two women's reluctance faded in the light of helping Jade with her mission. Advice like learning to read your partner, finding out what she likes, was noted, as was other, sometimes less useful tidbits of wisdom. Jade noted that Trina was also paying rapt attention, breaking only to inform the occasional party that no, they were just there for information, and yeas, Jade was too young to be there. However, as they proceeded, it turned out there was less of a controversy then expected. The law said the bar couldn't serve the young girls alcohol, never forbidding either entrance for other purposes, as long as they were accompanied by a responsible adult. That meant the two were allowed to stay for a while.
The first couple who offered advice were soon replaced by another, then another, as many women had their own bits of wisdom to share. Personal experiences mixed with odd antidotes and often tangent stories, paining a whole much different then Jade expected. The biggest was a lack of consistency.
"So, the idea of different people liking different things is true, huh?" Jade commented to Trina as she checked her notes. "Penetration, no penetration, different sizes, different approaches, circumstances, everything. Whats wild is how many of then admit to having been such different people back in school, where the need to fit in was so strong." She shook her head. "You wondering why their being so helpful?"
"We're hot." Trina said with no doubt in her mind. "If you think about it, they're really kinda like guys. I mean, they've admitted to liking sex a little bit more then other girls..."
"No, they're willing to admit to liking sex." Jade cut her companion off. "I'm thinking, if the boys were to take the time, do it right, then a good number of girls would like it as much as the guys."
"They say a teenage boy thinks of sex every seven second." Trina argued.
"That can't be true." Jade said as her head whipped around to stare at the older girl. Inside, she refused to just accept that guys could be so obsessed with sex. "I mean, how would the researchers know? And, and how, just how. I think about sex sometimes, but every seven seconds? By the time I've finished thinking about it, I'd have had to have started over a good half dozen times, plus. I mean, Good thoughts take time..." Her voice faded as the bartender approached, laughing at something.
"That sounds like a fun discussion." The older woman said. This woman was clearly one of the oldest people in the bar, already showing signs of age, probably in her forties, if not older. "However, I hope you got what you needed, cause it's getting late, and I can't let you stay here any longer. Not in good conscious. So, you got a car, or do I need to see who'll give you a ride."
"You need us out before the Cinimax stuff happens?" Trina asked.
"No, I need you out before the nick at night stuff happens." The bartender said. "What kind of place do you think I'm running?"
"We didn't know..." Jade offered, her voice small.
"Well, you go, help your friend." The bartender smiled. "And for the record, the reason they've been so talkative is that most of us wish our first time was better. Hell, many of us had our first time with guys, and that just doesn't always work. Mind you, as you know by now, who you can love and who you can screw aren't always locked together. Many people can screw people they'd be incapable of loving, but still find arousing. Lesbians having sex, including angry sex, with guys happens. That's kinda the idea behind Chasing Amy."
"Didn't look that angry to me." Trina noted.
"Dude, really?" Jade asked.
"Hay, I wanted to learn." The elder Vega sister defended herself.
"So, Car?" The bartender asked again.
"Yea, I drove." Trina said.
"Then good luck to you both." The woman smiled one more time. "And when your over twenty one, feel free to come back. You both look like you could be real popular around here. Just, we don't need any more heart breakers, cause we have plenty. Even some of the women who helped you tonight are only here for the chance to meet a rutting buddy."
"Rutting?" Trina asked.
"Look it up on your phone." Jade told her companion, pushing the Latina out the door.
The drive home was quite, with Jade going over her notes. There was a lot, though she had to admit there was quite a bit of overlap and repetition. "I'm gonna need to get my hands on some kind of dildo, aren't I?" She said, still looking at her Pearpad.
"Got one." Trina told her. "I'll get it for you before you head out tonight."
"You anticipated this, didn't you?" Jade marveled at the untalented woman's preparation.
"Bought it on line." Trina told her. "Funny thing, they'd delivered something like it to us before, or at least that's what the questionnaire they sent me said. Not sure I wanna know who bought a strap-on bigger then the one I have."
"It's that big?" The pale girl asked, smirking. Images of what Trina would look like wearing a dildo were disturbingly pleasant to the blue eyed girl.
"No, cause the most recommended size wasn't huge, and I went down a touch, cause Cat's a smaller body type." She blinked, watching the road turn more and more familiar. "Wish we'd done this interview first, cause I'd have gotten the most popular size. But the thing is, the one that had been delivered to us before, the bigger one, it's damn near the maximum size that company makes, so I'm left wondering who was willing to basically get fisted?"
"Wish they hadn't used so many hand gestures when they described THAT to us." Jade said, shuddering. "Guessing some people do like it."
"Yea, it's late, so let me get that for you, and you head home." Trina said, shifting subjects. "Er, before tonight, I had thought about helping you with one of the more obvious problems. See, I read, on line, that using a strap-on can be exhausting. Girls have no idea how hard that chiz can be." Trina sounded nervous, a sound the older girl didn't make often.
"So?" Jade asked.
"Not sure if I'd have been able to have done it, but Cat is my friend, and I wanted to help, so I'd thought maybe about letting you practice a bit with that toy." Trina explained, not even looking towards the blue eyed girl. "You know, to help you get used to it. Again, not sure I'd have been able to go through with it, but I wanted to help..."
"So… You'd thought about letting me fuck you with that dildo, huh?" Jade said, utterly lacking any other response. She wanted to let it drop, but this was too important, something she was about to learn about Trina Vega.
"Yea, but by now, mom and dad are home, so let me just get you the toy, and hopefully you'll be able to figure something out to use it right, cause it's almost the weekend, and Cat's waiting." The Latina tried to sound casual. "She needs this, cause she's right, no way in hell Jewboy would make it anything but uncomfortable. Probably let that damn puppet have first go."
"I hate to agree with you..." Jade said. She didn't wanna talk, however. At that moment, all she wanted was to get the toy and go home. Already, the image of Trina, covered only in sweat, had formed in her very active imagination. 'Every seven fucking seconds….'
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So, that was Trina's trip. FYI, Girl Bar is the name of the bar in a movie called, of all things, Bar Girls. Sometimes, you just use what you can.
Thoughts about this field trip? I glazed over what they learned, cause it would have been a book on it's own. Instead, it became an evening worth remembering for a girl who proudly claims to do her recherche. Hoping it helps.