When she'd finished cleaning the kitchen and had put everything away she could think of she realized they'd be there any minute. She wasn't dressed. She didn't intend to be dressed. The idea she'd be naked in front of them with Cos sparked more humiliation, and her reaction sent the tendril into motion, wild and frenzied. "Oh fuck." She had to stop and catch her breath, finding something in her head to focus on, to make it okay.
A movement outside the kitchen window caught her eye, and then Steph was there, knocking at the back door her eyes widening at Em's nudity, her face reddening.
"Fuckkk, Em," she whispered, looking around. "He's still here, right?" She was holding several bags.
Em nodded, reaching for a couple of them. "Yep," she said it as lightly as she could. She'd gotten over being naked; it was nothing compared to what Steph would bear witness to later. The tendril coiled around her skull.
Fuck fuck fuck. You can't let it.
She knew that wasn't the way, that resisting it was only going to feed it. "Whadya bring?"
Steph set her other bags down and came to help, self-conscious about standing so close to her naked friend, like her nudity would rub off or it was contagious. "All the fixings for potato salad. Just need to mix it up. Oh! There's Caroline!" She waved through the window and turned away to find a bowl.
Or to avoid being next to me.
Emily smiled, looking forward to Caroline's company before the ceremony.
The 'ceremony.'
"Hey hey!" Caroline waked in, an aluminum foil covered platter on her arms. "Mom made a turkey breast last night. Said we could have the leftovers," thoroughly enjoying Em's nudity.
Em embraced her after she set it down, turning her lips to kiss her lightly below the ear. "What does she think we need leftovers
for
?" Slight concern in her voice.
Caroline laughed, her hands softly landing on Em's buns. "Just a couple of us getting together. Something about planning a Bare Naked Ladies' party." Her fingers rubbed lightly. "Aren't you a little underdressed?" She trailed her fingers around Em's waist, sending little shocks up her spine, "or are we overdressed?"
Steph just stared from across the kitchen, blushing, her legs twitching slightly.
Em squirmed from the touch, her skin sensitive, and broke away, smiling and staring into Caroline's eyes. "Until tonight's...ceremony, you're welcome to wear as much or as little as you want." She turned to look at Steph, making sure she was okay. "But at 10, you'll need to be only wearing a robe. The boys too."
Steph had let out a small yelp.
"You okay over there?" Caroline lifted the platter from the table and brought it to a counter. "You recovered from Thursday night?"
Steph shook her head, her face bright pink, her legs looked like she needed to pee.
"Steph?" Em came over, putting her hands on Steph's cheeks, feeling how warm they were. "How strong is it? The glow. It's a glow, right?"
Steph looked at her, nodding, shaking her head. "It's...it's...it's bad, guys. It's really bad. I mean, good-bad. So fucking good, but every time I think about what it's making me do, I..." her face reddened deeper. "Shit. I can't stop thinking about what Robert did to me. Last night. This morning...all day." Her hands stopped cutting potatoes, and she held onto the counter, pressing her waist against it. "Can you smell it?"
Em hadn't thought about it, the fragrance so weak down here compared to what she'd been inhaling all day.
Caroline nodded, inhaling deeply.
"Okay, friends. Let's leave this here for a minute and bring Steph up to speed on my theory." She pointed to the sunroom. "Outside. The picnic bench."
They followed her outside, Steph even more embarrassed at seeing Em naked in her backyard.
"Aren't you...like...?" She waved her hands around.
"What? Nobody can see us here. It's dark under the room; it's so bright out there. Steph!" Emily was getting concerned for her.
Steph looked even more uncomfortable.
"Caroline? Were you able to figure out something...?"
Caroline nodded slowly at Em's question, looking at Steph. "Sort of? Like, I tried doing something based on what you thought might be going on. I still went further than I would have ever expected," she closed her eyes and inhaled, smiling. "But it was never out of control. It comes and goes, though."
Steph glanced between them, her hands moving between her lap and her head. "Fuck!! I just want him to keep doing it to me. Over and over again, I can't stop imagining it! And I'm so
shy
and...
guilty!
Why do I feel so guilty? I just want it to stop but I don't. I really don't. It feels so goddamn good!" Her eyes pleaded with Em. "What is your fucking theory?" She eked out a smile.
Em had been thinking about how to say it as simply as possible. "I think Abby was trying to help her friends with all the shit happening to them back then. Shit that is still going on today, but not necessarily for
us.
Maybe it was a class thing, whatever. I think she wanted to help women with their husbands, with their sexuality, with their ability to be full human beings. But we don't have those same restrictions. At least not as terrible as they had them. Abby's journal entries? Some of those look familiar," Emily smiled ruefully, "but a lot of them are outrageous. We've never been told we were getting too old to marry...
at 16!
"And her pamphlets. She's constantly talking about how to leverage the character and talents of being a woman to improve their lives, to find a way in a world that was so definitely not going to let them be fully who they wanted to be." She waited, watching Steph.
"Okay. I think I get that. So she made some kind of
love
potion? How was that supposed to help? You said Cos can't even smell it."
Em shook her head. "Yeah. No. Not a love potion. A perfume. She made a perfume. Maybe a lot of them. I think a lot of her recipes are perfumes. Maybe she wanted them to wear just a drop every day, to gently remind them of their sexuality, to help them use it in some subtle way so that they could...I don't know...not be so repressed?"
"I've been thinking about that," Caroline said. "Like, what if this fragrance was designed to loosen our inhibitions? Let our fantasies come true? Ignore societal norms, explore taboos? What if we don't need quite so much of that kind of push today? What if it's supposed to push us outside of our comfort zone, but that means something really different today than it meant in 1900?"
Steph was listening but shaking her head. "I hear you. I hear what you're saying, but even if it were possible for her to create such a thing, and forgetting about how long it's lasted what can we do about it?" She was looking desperate.
Em jumped back in. "Yeah. I was thinking about that when I went out to the lake. For me, I told you, it's a green tendril. It's still pretty thick around my brain right now. Pulsing. I'm trying not to focus on it; as soon as I do it like wakes up? And then I'm like I dunno, I start needing to do something. With Cos."
"So, I should try to
ignore it
?? You know that's like impossible?"
"Yeah. No. I tried ignoring it, or not focusing on it. No.
That makes it worse.
" She stopped and let Steph think about that. "When it's kinda quiet, like it is now? I
can
ignore it, focus on something outside my head: my training, fixing up The Study, getting ready for the BNL party. Oh yeah, that's happening." She grinned. "At least, I'm getting ready in case we go through with it.
"Steph, you said it you're shy, and it makes you feel so
guilty
, right? For me it's embarrassment and humiliation. As soon as Cos suggests something for me to do that sounds totally outrageous and degrading, it wakes up
and it expects me to do it!
If I don't, it only gets stronger. Caroline? What does it do to you?"
Caroline shifted, hesitating. "Believing my feelings are real. As soon as I doubt what I'm feeling, the lava lamp just heats up, the blobs get oranger and...fuck..." She closed her eyes.
"So," Steph pushed again, "what am I supposed to do to make it stop? I can't stand what he's doing, what I'm letting him do...and I need him to do it even more! I don't want to show him my body the way it's making me, but then I feel so fucking guilty when I don't and the glow just gets so bright!"
Em jumped up and wrapped her arms around Steph, her breasts pushed against her friend's face, her hands stroking her neck and hair. "Shhhh...shhhh, I know. If it makes you feel any better, I've done and said shit in the past week that I never ever ever could have imagined saying or doing. Ever." She lowered her voice. "I told him I was his cunt yesterday." She did it to test the tendril, to test her control. It shifted a little, restless, but didn't wake up. "And I just told
you
that to see if I'm getting better at handling it. That's the most embarrassing thing I could possibly say to him, except for saying it to you two. I'm burning from the memory of saying it...so many times."
She shook her head, unwrapping from Steph to sit back on the comfy chair. "And the spanking." She pointed to the comfy chair. "My butt is so sore I can't sit down on that bench. And you know it's not just on my butt." She couldn't say any more, the shame rising in her core, the acceptance of it flooding afterward, loosening the tendril's hold. "But just saying it to you guys,