Alex's POV
It was Monday, four days before Mitchie's birthday. I still hadn't bought her presents yet but I had got the go ahead from my dad about the party in the sub shop on Friday night. I decided that I would need some help when it came to shopping for her since she was extremely feminine and I just… wasn't, so I decided to get Bethan to help me, the most feminine one of our group and the girl Mitchie seemed to be closest to aside from me.
Alex: What you doing tonight skank?
Beth: Sweet FA slut, you?
Alex: Shopping for Mitch's b'day, wanna help?
Beth: Was that an invitation or are you telling me you need my help?
Alex: I'll pick you up at four :)
Beth: Cool bean, whore
I decided not to reply to that since we had made the plans. Mitchie was having some quality time with her mom for the night so I knew that she wouldn't get suspicious about why I was too busy to see her, she still didn't know that I knew about her birthday and I intended to keep it that way.
It was three thirty so I had time to change from my school uniform into a black band tee and baggy jeans, true dyke style.
As Bethan and I pulled into the parking lot of the mall she suggested a bunch of places we could go to.
"We should go find her some shoes, she loves shoes… and we should look for a dress for her to wear for her party… were you thinking of anything?" She gushed as we entered the local mall, heading straight into a shoe store. Bethan and I walked straight past the sneakers and flat shoes to the heels. Even I knew that buying her flat shoes would mean either having to give her the receipt so she could return them or having them live in the back of her closet.
"I think I'm going to get her a personalised notebook… it's not a lot but I found her songbook and guitar; she doesn't know that I know she writes music but the book I found was nearly full so I want to get her something that I know she'll definitely appreciate." I told her, remembering when Mitchie was still in bed after I'd turned up at her house to take her out and she asked me to go into her closet to find her some clothes. I found a book with 'Mitchie's songs' scrawled across the cover and flicked through it to find a lot of lyrics and only a few empty pages.
Bethan smiled at me and pulled me into an unexpected hug as we reached a section of the store that was full of high-heeled shoes. And I mean really high, like, there were none with heels below four inches. "Aw, who would have thought that Alex Russo can be thoughtful?" She asked me sarcastically, picking up a pair of hot pink Chloe shoes. I pulled a disapproving face at them and then realised what she said.
"Hey, you cheeky bitch, I am damn thoughtful when it comes to her. I've never felt this way about anyone before, I'm crazy about her." I admitted as I picked up a pair of sparkling silver shoes which had heels around the size of my face, no exaggeration (okay, so maybe a slight exaggeration.) "These are beautiful, just like her, and she loves glitter and sparkly things." I told Bethan who took the shoe from my hand and examined it carefully.
"These are beautiful… I think she'd really like them… the heels are, like, six inches so she'll like them considering the size of her school shoes." She told me as if I didn't already know that she'd love them.
"Yeah, I know, they rip her feet to shreds. I should know, I massage them for her to stop them hurting and I can literally feel how much pain she's in." I told her with a small smirk at the memory of the noises Mitchie made whenever I would massage her feet. "Shit, I don't know what size shoes she wears…" I exclaimed, realising that the shoe decision didn't mean shit since I couldn't buy them not knowing her size.
"Don't worry, I know. We're the same size, we trade shoes." She told me, causing a look of shock to grace my features. "Your girlfriend does have other friends, you know?" She asked jokingly before asking a person that worked there for the shoes in her size.
"How? We spend all of our time together outside of school; if we're not working together we're at her house or my apartment." I told her, trying to figure out how they could possibly have time to hang out.
"Yeah, about that, quit hogging your girlfriend. She's cool and we all really like her, we'd like to see her outside of school as well and it would be kinda nice to see you outside the school gates as well." She joked with a smile. I chuckled quietly at her, secretly hating the idea of having to share my Mitchie. "We sit together in Spanish class; we talk and trade clothes and shoes in there. Before you ask, yes that does mean we're the same dress size so you can get her a dress too." She added quickly, knowing I had no clue about her dress size.
"Well I never asked because it's impolite and I don't want to offend her, she's so self-conscious, if I asked her about her dress size she'd probably think I was suggesting she's fat. Girls just don't react well to that kind of thing." I told her casually, paying for the shoes with my card.
"That's because you're pretty blunt when you ask about those kinds of things," She told me as if it were obvious. I didn't get it, Mitchie wasn't fat in any way, shape or form, she was absolutely beautiful yet she hated her body with a passion. She hid the fact that she hated it well and dressed like she had all the confidence in the world but I'd had her on the phone to me in tears because she looked in the mirror or caught a glimpse of herself in her underwear multiple times.
"Yeah well, I like to make sure that my girl knows she's beautiful so I don't ask." I told her seriously as we passed Angels Adult Shop. "I want to go in there as well." I told her firmly to show that I wasn't joking. "But we can do that once we've bought the dress."
"You're disgusting, I am not going shopping for sex toys with you." Bethan argued, craning her neck to look inside the adult shop, curiosity getting the best of her.
"Oh come on, Beth, I want to get her something like that and I am not going in there on my own, that's just embarrassing." I replied, continuing to walk through the crowded mall. Bethan huffed to let me know I'd won before leading me in to Topshop.
After looking through all of the dresses we both decided on the perfect one, it was difficult to find but the second we laid eyes on it the dress screamed 'Mitchie' at us. It was a white dip-dyed ruffle dress with pink at the bottom, something which would be perfect for the party whilst matching the shoes I bought.
It was almost six o'clock by the time we were finished in Topshop so Angels was due to close soon, causing me to grab Bethan's wrist and drag her there, literally kicking and screaming.
As we entered the store we were met with the sound of sexual moaning playing throughout the speakers as if they actually wanted to turn people on from the second they walked in. Before I had chance to even begin looking around an attractive, young looking woman with dark hair and dark eyes approached me with a smile.
"Welcome to Angels, unfortunately before I allow you any further into the store I'm going to have to ask for some ID, it's company policy that we don't allow anyone below the age of eighteen past the lingerie section." She told us kindly, eying us both suspiciously.
I nodded in response and pulled my wallet from my pocket, showing the woman my fake ID which I'd thankfully remembered to put back in there. She looked at it suspiciously, probably not believing that I was twenty-two, five years older than my actual age, and kept hold of it for a little while longer than necessary.
"When's your birthday?" She asked, clearly testing me. I smirked and repeated the birthday printed on the drivers' license to her. "What's your starsign?" She asked me, mirroring my smirk. Oh crap. The ID said my birthday was at the end of August, the same week as Justin's and I knew that he was a Virgo.
"Virgo?" I kind of asked her rather than told her. She nodded simply and handed it back to me.
"Sorry about that, letting someone underage through is more than my job's worth. What about you, pretty?" She turned to Bethan after apologising to me. I froze and apparently so did Beth, she'd probably forgotten to bring her ID with her.
"I, uh… Hang on a second, let me check." She said, quickly diving into her purse and shuffling around the contents. "Ah ha!" She yelled proudly as she pulled a battered old passport from the bottom of her purse. It was stained with eyeliner and lipstick which had clearly came open in the bottom of her purse but nonetheless, she had ID.
"When are you twenty three?" The woman asked, checking Beth's ID.
"Yesterday." Beth lied, knowing that the woman was trying to catch her out by pretending the ID said she was still twenty two.
"All right, go ahead. If you need any help then I shall be over there." She told us, pointing to the section with the flavored lubes and sending a wink in Bethan's direction. I almost laughed at the thought of Bethan getting hit on by a girl but then looking at the way she was dressed it wasn't totally out of the question; to everyone Beth was the hot one of our group but she was also the slutty one. She couldn't even count how many guys she'd been with and she couldn't remember the names of a few of them.
"Thank you very much." Bethan responded with what I knew was her flirtatious smile and a gentle tap of the workers arm. I looked at her in pure shock after the woman had walked off with a grin.
"What the hell was that?" I hissed at her jokingly, leading her over to the role-play outfits. I knew Mitchie was a kinky bitch and a lot of them seemed to be right up her streak. Bethan raised an eyebrow at me whilst fingering a leather cat outfit, looking at me expectantly to get my opinion. "No thanks, I'm not into the whole bestiality thing yet," I told her as I spotted a nurses corset and decided against it. I couldn't help but notice that Beth was avoiding the question. "Come on, what was that, I've never seen you flirt with a girl in my life!" I told her quietly, hoping the worker wouldn't catch on to what I was saying since it was only a small shop.
"What? She was cute." She told me simply, as if it were nothing. My eyes widened and I think that Beth knew what my next question was about to be so she answered before I had chance to ask. "I'm not gay, don't worry, I'm not stealing that spotlight off you." She told me with a wink, picking up a red sexy Santa corset with removable garters and a matching thong. I just stood there, shocked at what she was saying. "I like who I like, I like guys; sometimes I like girls. Ultimately I just like sex." She told me, grimacing at a Miss Mafia leather outfit. I was genuinely shocked at how casually she was telling me this, I mean, sure, I told them all about Mitchie casually but I literally never suspected Bethan, the most feminine one of our group, to be remotely attracted to girls.
"Want me to see if she wants to give you her number?" I asked with a wriggle of my eyebrows as my eyes landed on a student-teacher two piece role-playing kit. It came with a pink plaid skirt that was literally around three inches long and a white blouse that was cut off just below the breasts for the teacher alongside a pink plaid tie and a cane. The student had an extremely short pink cheerleader's dress with matching pompoms and thigh-high stockings. Perfect.
"If you want," Beth replied shyly, shocking me slightly because Beth never appeared to be shy; she knew she was hot and she knew full well that she could have any guy, or apparently girl, that she wanted. "I think she might like that one." Beth told me, referring to the student-teacher package. "Which one would she be?" She asked curiously.
"I dunno, I guess she'd be the student since the teacher's supposed to be the dominant one and the student's supposed to take it. It's her birthday so it's going to be all about her pleasure." I told Beth casually, not really caring. I knew she wouldn't be stupid enough to tell anyone else about our sex life so I didn't mind telling her. Out of the entire group she obviously had the best sex life so she knew what she was talking about; she was definitely the best one out of the large group to go to for this kind of shopping.
"Kinky." She commented as I grabbed the set in a small. Then we headed to the back of the store where the sex toys were located. I felt very overwhelmed there; actually being there and looking at things left me with no clue what I was looking for. Apparently Beth knew what to do though as she led me to the lesbian couples section. "Any particular type?" She asked with a smirk as we stood in front of a range of around twenty different sex toys.
"A strap-on; preferably one that vibrates, her favorite color is pink." I stated simply. I'd already planned what I wanted to get her and Beth giggled at this with an eyebrow raised. "Well she always threatens to get her vibrator and do it herself if I don't hurry up and touch her so I know she likes the vibrations from that. When we've got the whole role-playing thing going on I want to try her with the strap-on and plough her into next week, I want her to literally scream for me. We need lube as well." I added quickly, hoping she wouldn't ask me wh-
"What the hell do you need lube for? Can't you get her wet enough or something?" She joked, semi-seriously, picking up a pink vibrating adjustable strap-on. I took it from her and scanned the back of the box; eight inches of pure pleasure.
"Let's get this one." I suggested, avoiding the question.
"Okay, but seriously dude, why do you need lube?" She asked seriously. I blushed slightly, it wasn't embarrassing but I didn't really think that Mitchie would want her to know… not that she would ever need to know that Beth knew.
"Swear you won't tell anyone and especially don't tell Mitchie that you know or hint that you do in any way." I told her firmly, letting her know that I wasn't kidding. She nodded in response and looked at me expectantly, leading us over to the lube section whilst I carried the strap-on and role-play outfits. "She uh… she really likes it when I stick my finger in her ass so I'm gonna try her with the strap-on." I told her in a hushed whisper. Beth burst into loud, hearty laughter, earning the attention from the sales-woman that she thought was hot and a straight couple in their mid-thirties that were shopping for lingerie. "Shut up." I hissed at her, smacking her arm harshly. "It's not like it's weird or anything, I asked her if I could and she liked it… it's my own fault but I don't care, I like doing it to her. It feels weird but it's nice." I told her, trying desperately to shut her up.
"Oh god Alex, I do love you. Who would have thought that you two would have such an amazing sex life? She really doesn't seem like the type to take it up the ass." She told me with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at her and picked up a bottle of cherry-flavored lube. Cherry flavoring was Mitchie's favorite; there was no point in even looking at any others. "Come on, let's go pay." She said with a smirk, noticing that the girl that greeted us was waiting behind the counter for people to pay.
"She said she's only ever liked it with me, she's only ever had sex with guys before so, like, yeah." I told her, not really wanting to go into any more detail. We walked over to the counter and I piled all of my shit on to it for the woman to start scanning.
"Did you find everything you were looking for?" The woman asked kindly as she began to scan the things I'd chosen.
"Almost." Bethan answered quickly before I had chance.
"What couldn't you find?" The woman asked kindly.
"Your number." Beth flirted with a wink. The woman blushed then looked at me expectantly.
"Oh, we're not together like that, she's just helping me shop for my girlfriend's birthday." I told her, letting her know that it was okay for her to give Beth her number.
"Well then in that case, let me help you with that one." The woman said flirtatiously, printing my receipt twice and scribbling on the back, handing the second copy to Bethan and putting mine in my bag and handing me the machine to pay by card. "Call me tonight." She told Beth with a smile. I keyed in my pin, trying desperately not to laugh at the exchange between one of my best friends and the hot girl that worked in a sex shop.
"I will do," Beth told her with a wink before we left the store.
"Oh my god, what the hell are you going to do when she finds out that you're only eighteen?" I asked Beth, remembering that her actual birthday was in September, making her eighteen two months ago. There was no need for her to even use a fake ID earlier on but it was probably the only one she had with her.
"I figured she won't find out, she can't be much older than us and when I'm at school I'll just tell her I'm working. She'll never know."
"You're just letting yourself in for shit." I told her knowingly, looking across at the writing on the back of the receipt. There was a number and below it said;
Sam… call me, I know you're not really twenty-three, I've seen you in your school uniform before ;)