Author's note
: As the wedding approaches, many threads draw together. Pardon if I miss a couple. The next installment will conclude the story.
Chapter 18—
Releasing Steam
Interlude:
25
th
Anniversary
Cindy:
Aunt Francine's famous party ended fairly early. I think it was because of the drive home. In any event, Mom went up to Dad, while Aunt Francine, Aunt Jo and Nanny CC decided to go out. I was never clear how they wound up at Walgreen's, but they picked up Maria. It was fate. Richard and Maria Foster met the next day at the yard party.
Francine:
The return trip from Manhattan was odd. Talking to Siobhan was almost like talking to Christine. Since Siobhan is very verbal, I became curious what was going on in her over educated head. It had something to do with Sheila and the party, but I couldn't tell what. By the time she shook it off, we were almost out of Town. By distance that is only half way, but at least three fourths of the time.
When we reached the garage, Sheila was setting up a slide show on her laptop. I have been around paparazzi enough to know good publicity shots when I see them. These were good, but much too personal to be publicity shots. One shot of Angela smiling at Edith captured both of them. Naturally, I stuck my foot in my mouth. Even Christine laughed aloud. In penance I offered to distribute the images to their subjects.
Sheila went to find Sean, which left the three of us standing there looking stupid. Siobhan asked if I needed anything from Walgreen's. How the hell did she know about Maria? It made no difference. I was willing to investigate.
Siobhan led us to a midnight blue BMW 507 roadster. Where the hell had this been hiding yesterday? When Siobhan took the keys from her purse, I realized that this was her personal ride. For the first time in a while I was jealous of another girl. Damn Skippy. I took one look at Siobhan and she said, "Not in a million years. Find your own. I like this one in one piece." Sometimes arguing with Siobhan is as bad as with Sheila.
In the City, Walgreen's are 24 hours. This one was 6 to 11. We pulled in about fifteen minutes before closing. As we went inside, Christine was asking nonverbal questions, while Siobhan and I declined to answer. In one of those eureka moments, I realized Christine could be a great instructor in acting classes. So much of what a performer does is nonverbal.
Maria was tending the checkout. Once inside, neither Siobhan nor I had an idea what to do next. Christine looked at both of us, then rolled her eyes. Some submissive. She went over to Maria and looked at her closely. She said something. Maria nodded. Christine said something else. Maria nodded again. Christine mimed a phone. Maria pulled out a cell phone and quick dialed a number. She talked to someone, listened, then talked some more.
Maria asked Christine something. Christine looked at us. What? Siobhan said, "Sleepover. Just girls. We can see you to the wedding and home again." Maria waved her over. Siobhan took the phone. Her, I could hear. She said, "Don't worry. It's just us girls. No men, I promise." Siobhan listened a minute. She went on, "I can do better than that. I can get pictures of Maria with the bridesmaids and the groom's sister. You know the sister will be wearing a men's suit, right?" That seemed to do the trick.
We waited for Maria to finish her shift. I was not a happy camper. Siobhan explained that Maria had called her mother to cancel a ride home. The mother was concerned. I could figure out that much. The irony was Maria's mother was reassured because there would be no men. If she had any idea...
My thoughts were cut off by Maria emerging from the store. That left us with four women in a two seat car. Actually, three in the right hand seat. Oh joy. At least it was close. By the time we arrived I was feeling surly and uncooperative. Who the hell left Siobhan in charge?
Sheila:
Hours before, I was thinking that it was one of the best days of my life. Then I found myself in a receiving line, with the cream of Manhattan's performing arts community filing past. While not fun, that was interesting. The ride home helped restore my mood. Finding the perfect image in a larger shot has always been quietly fulfilling. When I showed the work to Siobhan and Francine, their response was gratifying. I was feeling mellow and contented when I found Sean.
That lasted half a second. One look at him and I wanted to rip his clothes off. Worse, I wanted to rip mine off, but I was trussed like a 19
th
century Chinese woman's foot. For the first time, my restrictive undergarments really bothered me. Thank heaven for my Teddybear.
Sean wasted no time dropping to one knee. By the time I had removed my bra, Sean was pulling at the lowest strings. I pulled off my shoes, but did not want to interrupt his work, so I stayed on tiptoe. The concentration needed for balance kept me from other thoughts. Sean told me to stand flatfooted and face him, so I did. He asked me if I would whip Christine under similar circumstances.
It was a good question, with an obvious answer. I would not, so Sean would not. The reason I would not was that the relationship was not Dom to sub, but something more complex. Sean would not take my cares away, not because he could not, but because he valued my independence. I dropped to my knees and kissed him soundly. My unintentional irony—dropping to my knees when he told me I needed to stand for myself—came across as humor. Sean chuckled, then returned the kiss then had me stand to get the corset off.
He made it up to me on the massage table. For a few minutes I could pretend there were no cares in the world. Sean worked the kinks out of my back, but seemed focused on glutes. People refer to the ass as if it were one thing. Principally it is the two largest muscles in the body, but it is also the anus and other smaller objects. Sean kneaded my glutes like bread dough, but he made sure to brush the rim of my anus occasionally. At other times his thumbs ventured down onto my thighs, so that the taught skin tugged at my vulva.
I am sure there are better masseurs in the world, but not in my personal experience. Besides, there was no one I trusted like Sean. He could take liberties I would not grant others and he knew my body well by this point. He did not torment me with arousal, though he could have. He did not deny me release, though he had said exactly that. He wanted me to use my judgment. Instead of commanding, he assisted my build up, then released it all with a word.
"Cum" is so powerful.
Siobhan:
We used Evaine Schaeffelker's room. Oddly, it was exactly as I had last seen it, when Elspeth and I held an impromptu dance class. Someone must have left a do-not-clean order. Was that the day before yesterday? It seemed like weeks. Monday at the airport seemed a month ago. I was about to remark on the fact, when I realized none of them had been a part of it. That was almost as jarring.
While I was floundering in nostalgia, Christine took over. She was the senior submissive, so she showed the new girl the ropes, though in this case we had none. Christine stayed inside Maria's personal radius, constantly touching her and pulling her forward, reassuring her. Needless to say, Maria was nervous. Christine kept her from bolting which would not have been good, regardless of the outcome. Now that we were here, one of the Doms needed to take charge.