Vivian Laaning Ch 34

Erica's bruises and welts from Vivian's forceful spanking eventually healed, and disappeared in due course. Vivian's spanking of Erica had been so severe that Erica was unable to sit down comfortably for over two weeks. In the meantime, Erica did obtain a position as a waitress at Larry's Steakhouse across the street from the local Quality Inn. Larry's Steakhouse was a high quality restaurant, which compared favorably to the finest restaurants in the big cities. Her stunning beauty probably negated any reservations, Larry Kowalski, the owner and her employer had in offering employment to her despite having no previous restaurant experience. Mind you, the fact that Larry had enjoyed Erica's charms on a couple of occasions in the past, most likely sealed the deal in hiring her.

Having been a farmer's wife in addition to growing up on a farm, naturally instilled a disciplined work ethic in Erica. Consequently, she proved to be an excellent waitress delighting Larry Kowalski no end. Because of her proficiency, sunny disposition and most likely her good looks, as well, induced the customers she served to be generous in their tips. Therefore her income was remarkably high, and sufficient to ease the apprehension she might have had, in contemplating her planned move to Chicago.

For Vivian, that summer hiatus at the Laaning farm passed uneventfully, with the exception of the occasional lesbian sex with her pregnant sister. Then the middle of August arrived, and Angela Black's wedding to Ralph Peterson was on her social calendar. True to her word, Angela had booked one way (only) air travel from Madison to Hartford, CT for the Thursday before the wedding on Saturday.

Accordingly, she arrived in Hartford around 6:30 PM that Thursday evening. She was greeted at the airport luggage claims area, by Maryanne Merriweather née Black who was holding up the ubiquitous identification airport arrival sign displaying her name on it. Considering the familiarity the rest of the travelers had for their contacts, the sign was probably unnecessary to effect a successful meet. Especially considering, Maryanne was nearly nine months pregnant, and was obviously showing her baby bump. In any case the women hugged each other in a genuine happy embrace as if they had known each other for years.

Maryanne was recruited to meet Vivian and drive the latter to the family villa situated in a sylvan area about twenty miles south of the airport. The home was located on a rural private road which was not frequented by strangers. All the homes on the road were spacious and luxurious, and they were so far set apart, that each resident had a secluded parcel of land, which dissuaded a neighborhood comradery or friendliness.

Maryanne and Vivian got along right from the get go. Angela had intimated that her sisters were staid and stodgy; not the free spirit that she strived to be. After a few minutes of conversation, Vivian deduced that Angela's sisters, certainly Maryanne for sure, equaled Angela in animated and buoyant temperament, but the same was tempered down in their public comportment. The disparity in such outward public display of their personalities were evidently influenced by their father.

Both Lisa and Maryanne had finished their schooling, and had married while their father was still alive; but Angela was still in high school when that melancholy event occurred. Thus Angela had the chance to rebel against her father's domineering ways, which obviously did not avail for her sisters. As Angela had freely admitted if her father had not died, she would have been attending Radcliffe or Wellesley or the like, instead of UW. And she certainly wouldn't be marrying Ralph Peterson, who her father no doubt would have considered a country bumpkin from flyover country, and a stutterer to boot!

Maryanne and Lisa were in charge of the bridal shower, that would commence in a few hours, and would be held in the spacious living room of the Black estate. As Maryanne outlined the agenda, Vivian breath was taken away by the raunchy proposed program. This information immediately negated any preconceived notion Vivian might have had, that Angela's sisters were steadfastly uptight and prudish. She ventured to ask Maryanne:

"I presume that you did not have this type of a bridal shower before your wedding?"

Maryanne hooted in laughter:

"No indeed! Otherwise, my father would have suffered his heart attack even earlier than when he actually did. In any case, once he would have gotten wind of such proposal he would have stopped it from happening for sure. So this kind of a bridal shower would have been out of the question.

"But since he is gone, Lisa and I are pleased as punch to provide such a wild night before our sister's nuptials. There will be twenty guest ladies, including my mother and her sister, our aunt of course. Believe it or not, but these two old crones have no objection to participating in the entertainment planned for the evening. From what Angela has told me about you, I think I can safely assume you would be a willing participating guest, as well?"

Vivian giggled as she replied:

"You betcha! I'm certainly not adverse to such entertainment. I'm glad then to realize that my gift for this shower is appropriate, and should be well received."

"Oh! Pray tell what is your gift?"

"It's a red colored pegging strap-on dildo."

Maryanne now burst out in full laughter as she replied:

"Oh my God! I can see now why Angela has chosen you for her Maid of Honor, even though the two of you haven't known each other for too long a time. Have you two gotten it on then? I know that my sister has had some lesbian liaisons."

"I'm not a girl who kisses and tells."

Maryanne laughed even louder at this response. She managed to observe:

"Oh my, Ms Vivian Laaning! You seem to be a delicious tart. If ever I'd want to venture on to the dark side, I don't think I could do much better than enjoy your charms."

Before Vivian could answer in kind, they had arrived at the Black estate, and the conversation was suspended momentarily. Maryanne led Vivian to the room, she was to occupy. Vivian unpacked, and hung up her bridesmaid dress, which had survived the airplane relatively wrinkle free. Maryanne gasped in stupendous surprise at its luxuriant style. She had to ask:

"If you don't mind my asking, Vivian, but how much did you pay for this dress?"

Vivian actually blushed as she indeed thought she had overly splurged in creating this dress. So she hesitatingly replied:

"I believe the materials cost me around $300, and I hope its not too ostentatious. Angela seemed to have given me a carte blanche as to what kind of dress I should wear. So I confess I might have gone overboard."

"You spent $300 on this dress? Where in heaven's name did you find a shop that would sell this dress for such a low price? Of course, I'm aware that the cost of living in Wisconsin must be lower than in Connecticut, but still the disparity in the price of formal dresses can't be all that great."

Vivian was at first non-plussed by Maryanne's reaction, but she soon realized that Maryanne thought she had bought a ready made dress. So to clarify, she answered:

"I think you've misunderstood what I've said, Maryanne. I didn't buy this dress at a store. Three hundred dollars is what I spent on materials including appropriate patterns to be able to make this dress. With help from my mother and my sister, I sewed this dress from scratch. I do admit I may have gone overboard with this dress, as usually I can make a decent formal dress for under $100. However for Angela, I felt I shouldn't be parsimonious."

Maryanne almost blew a gasket in reacting to Vivian's carefree response. So she exclaimed:

"Three hundred fucking dollars! That's all you spent? Fuck I forked over $1,500 for my dress and it was on sale at an exclusive trendy Soho boutique. And I thought I was getting a genuine bargain, especially since the dress was alternated for free to accommodated my pregnant body! But looking at your dress, I know you are going to look smashing, whereas with my dress I'll just blend in with the unnoticeable nondescript guests at the wedding."

As Maryanne was quite a good looking woman, Vivian had to laugh at the hyperbole. She responded:

"No matter how inadequate you may feel your dress might be, I'm pretty certain that only the blind will fail to notice you. Your radiant beauty enhanced by your blissful attitude now that you are about to become a mother will surely outshine all the other females at the wedding except perhaps only the bride."

Maryanne laughed some more as she was beginning to be most impressed by Vivian's wit. She now ventured:

"Wow Vivian! You sure know how to boost my vanity and conceit. I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you! I understand that you are intending to go on to law school and become a lawyer. I think if that career does not pan out for you, I believe your fall back position could be as a highly paid seamstress."

Vivian scoffed as she responded:

"I'd make a better farmer's wife based on my upbringing. Sewing was an incidental chore I had to learn, so I always found it as a useful skill to lessen my wardrobe costs. Anyway, I feel a little grungy from the air travel, so I think I'll freshen up with a shower and change my wardrobe for this evening. I think you indicated that tonight's festivities will begin in an hour, right?"

Most likely due to her heritage, Vivian unlike most females her age, was not in the least bit embarrassed, and certainly not at all modest being naked in the company of other females. She had started unceremoniously undressing just before she uttered her last remarks. When she finished speaking, she was almost completely naked, with only her panties to be removed. The latter item was duly removed before there was any additional conversation between them.

Maryanne gasped as her eyes bulged at the sight of Vivian's naked beauty. Like most people Maryanne would not attribute Vivian as having a classically beautiful female face. Nevertheless Maryanne recognized right from the first moment she saw Vivian at the Hartford Airport, that Vivian had a strikingly mysterious, but appealing face. She surmised that there was a certain percentage of males that would get off on her facial features alone.

However there could not be any debate about the rest of Vivian. To Maryanne's mind, she couldn't believe that God had created a more superior female body. Equivalent no doubt, but certainly not superior. Yes, Maryanne could sense that Vivian must be slightly overweight, considering government standards. But opposite to that was the fact that Vivian was extremely tall for a woman, 6'1" tall to be exact. However, if she were to weigh the ideal norm suggested at 144 lbs, she obviously would not be overweight, but for sure she would be skinny and gangly in appearance. These are not usually attractive physical characteristics.

As Maryanne was enthralled by Vivian's beauty, she developed the notion that any artist or sculptor, who could convince Vivian to pose for them, would have to abandon their other models as inadequate for their proposed artistic projects. Now unlike her sister, Angela, Maryanne had not had any lesbian experience to date. In fact, she hadn't even as a young and virginal teenager experimented with her girl friends practice kisses for the purpose of knowing what to do when kissing a boy. But seeing Vivian totally naked inflamed her soul, not to mention her libido.

Now gazing at Vivian's nudity, Maryanne felt an excruciating and electrifying tingle stirring in her vagina, which was steadily increasing in intensity. She was cognizant that here panties were moistening. She could also feel her bloodstream heating up as it was coursing throughout the veins of her body. She flushed from such heat, causing her face to turn into a bright red hue. She was totally discombobulated by the sexual allure of Vivian. Needless, to say she had never experienced such sensations before when seeing another woman, naked. Desperate to get out of a very unexpected suddenly ticklish situation, she stammered:

"Yes Vivian, it's scheduled to begin at 8:00 PM! Taking a shower sounds like a very good idea. I think I'll follow your example!"

With that said, Maryanne fled from Vivian's room. She could not get to her own room fast enough to calm her nerves. In the meantime Vivian, shrugged her shoulders and took no more notice as she got into her shower. After her shower, Vivian chose her red with yellow polka dots sun dress, thinking it would be an appropriate attire for the evening. She then ventured to the living room, having deposited her gift at the appropriate depository.

A fair amount of the guests had already assembled, and within fifteen minutes all twenty invited guests plus the bride were present. A wonderful sparking wine was available from the circulating serving caterers, along with a spectacular array of hors d'oeuvres. The initial formalities of Angel's bridal shower was certainly befitting the expected style of entertainment for upper crust Connecticut society, which the late Mr Black would not have any quarrel with.

An unexpected guest, turned out to be the enigmatic Ms Jennifer Steinberg, née Turner. Per Ralph's insistence, Angela had agreed to invite her to the wedding and the bridal shower. Angela had readily acquiesced, mainly on the basis that she secretly believed that Jennifer would not attend given the distance. As Angela had intimated before to Vivian she harbored perhaps an unjustified antipathy towards this woman. Ralph had been forthright in opining that he had a very high regard for Jennifer. To Angela's mind this was a threat and a rival to her otherwise solid hold of his exclusive affections.

As, Angela had previously outlined, they were intending to pursue a swingers sexual lifestyle in their marriage. Therefore, she would have no issues with Ralph having per force sex with various other women. Such liaisons merely were expected benefits for him of their chosen hedonistic pleasures; just as vice versus for her. She truly believed that such extra marital sex would not have any affect on the actual love and esteem each of them have for each other.

But Jennifer Steinberg, née Turner, was a different kettle of fish. Since she provided a kindness to Ralph totally unexpected during that last year in high school, her attributes had elevated in his mind to an extremely high plane. And Angela knew she couldn't compete with that. Her only hope, as she saw it, was to expose whatever frailties Jennifer might have. After all everyone has some.

Angela had expected that such opportunity to denigrate Jennifer's virtues would avail during the time Ralph would introduce her as his new bride amongst Eau Claire society. In contrast, her bridal shower offered no scope to besmirch Jennifer's character, especially since Ralph was not going to be present. So Angela in the presence of Vivian gritted her teeth as the mystical Ms Jennifer Steinberg née Turner approached her in greeting. The conversation began with Jennifer greeting:

"Hello Angela! I trust I can address you as Angela. I so want to thank you for inviting me to your wedding, as well as this shower. I wouldn't miss it for the world, especially as Ralph was kind enough to attend my own wedding last summer."

Angela was non plussed by this information, so she responded in amazement:

"Ralph attended your wedding last summer? He sure as hell did not mention that to me, when he asked me to invite you to our wedding. From what he has told me about you, is that the two of you had a superficial acquaintanceship during high school."

It was evident to Vivian, who had been previously introduced to Jennifer, and happened to be in on this conversation, that Angela was intent on hearing Jennifer's interpretation or lack thereof of the most important heterosexual event that Ralph had claimed to have experienced in high school. Thus she paid close attention as Jennifer answered:

"Yes that is the most likely true from the perspective of an indifferent observer. In fact, I've no doubt that Ralph only considered me as a pretty girl, not much different from any other. That is why I was so pleased that he accepted my invitation to attend my wedding."

Both Angela and Vivian gasped in absolute surprise. The implication of Jennifer's recitation placed a new spin on Ralph's previous account. It was Vivian who tried to clarify the disparity as she said:

"Forgive me Jennifer, but as Ralph has intimated to me, and for that matter to Angela as well, that it was the consensus amongst your peers that you were considered the prettiest girl in your high school, and certainly the most popular one. So I'm sure you can't be simply a casual high school memory in his mind."

Jennifer sighed as she replied:

"Well, I can understand if most of my high school class mates thought of me as a beautiful bimbo. I surely didn't try to alter such perception at the time. However, as far as I was concerned, Ralph Peterson was the most intellectual, intriguing and interesting male person in our high school. And I say male because he was not a boy in high school.

"Perhaps because he was born in January just like me, I surmise that the two of us throughout our schooling were more mature than our class mates. In other words we were always the oldest pupils in each of our grades. It's also probably the reason I was able to overlook the childish negative reputation, Ralph endured because of his stuttering infirmity. I was also very aware of the prominence of his family in Eau Claire. So as far as I was concerned, for me to be infatuated with Ralph Peterson was as inevitable as the fact that the sun rises from the east."

Again both Angela and Vivian were totally surprised by Jennifer's revelations. It ran contrary to the theme Ralph's account implied. It was Angela then that challenged:

"But notwithstanding all that, you never had a date with Ralph. Why is that, if you profess to have had such admiration for him?"

It was Jennifer's turn to be defensive, as she replied:

"I'm Jewish, which meant that it was drilled into me that I could not even date a non Jewish boy never mind ever consider marrying one."

At this point Vivian, who was always sensitive to ethnic surnames, interrupted, and asked:

"Obviously your married surname of Steinberg is definitely Jewish, but your maiden name of Turner certainly is not generally considered Jewish. Are you telling us you were raised Jewish, nonetheless?

Jennifer replied:

"My mother is Jewish and my father was Catholic when they first met. After a few dates, and realizing he was deeply committed to my mother, he converted to Judaism. They were consequently married by traditional Jewish customs. As a result, I was brought up strictly as a Jewish female with all the attending specifics involved.

"Before you two say anything else, I admit it has bothered me that my mother's parents allowed her to date gentiles, and probably would not have objected to the marriage even if my father had not converted. However, it turned out that my father took his conversion seriously. He could not have been more stricter in parenting me and my younger sister to adhere to all Jewish customs, especial the prohibition of dating gentiles.

"So as I saw it, had I dared to date Ralph while in high school, all hell would break loose at my home. My life would be unbearable. I would have been certainly grounded during the remainder of my high school years. And my sister, who is fourteen months younger than me, would have ratted me out, if I confided to her of any secret forbidden date. She bristled even more than me to the strict non gentile dating prohibition. I think she would have had the naïve belief that exposing my date with a gentile would have forced our father to allow her to date a gentile. I was aware that in her junior year in high school she was madly in love with someone not Jewish.