Chapter 5: Briana, Stony and Alicia Needs a Favor
We were within two weeks of White Girl Pride Day when I ran into Alicia's friend Briana at the garden center.
She saw me first. "Hey Jeff," she cried over with a nice big wave and smile. I turned to her voice. She had on grubby jeans with mud stained knees and a ragged old Notre Dame sweatshirt. Her auburn hair, which is generally so pretty and neat, was a frizzy mess. I could see sweat stains over her breasts and at the armpits.
I walked over to her in a little bulb-nook off the main aisle, just the two of us in there. There was a little line of moisture on her upper lip and a smudge of soil on her cheek.
"Hey Bri, how're things?"
She looked down at her outfit and laughed. "Pretty gross right now, that's how. I must look horrible to you." She had this pretty cute sexy/husky voice, not like the voices of the other girls. "I'd give you a nice hug if I wasn't so filthy," she said with a flirty little giggle. Which by the way is totally allowed since she's a good friend of my wife's.
"No, no. Out gardening today?"
"You deduced it? My God you are sharp! You're like a private dick, or someone in Security." She grinned and went on. "Just trying to get some phlox in, add a little color to the yard. Wanted to do it now before...well, if I...you know...if I get too busy later I mean."
I knew what she meant. Alicia told me Briana surprised the girls a week earlier by signing up for White Girl Pride Day, just two days before the cutoff.
She could tell I knew. "Alicia told you?"
"Yeah." I paused, didn't know what to say. So I kind of wiggled my eyebrows then and said, "I guess you kind of shocked the girls."
She laughed. "Yeah, I know. Crazy old me. I was a bitch about it but...I guess in the end I decided to do it as kind of a goof. I was curious like everyone else."
"Goof?" It seemed incredible. WGPD a goof? Talk about inappropriate. But I didn't want to criticize, so I just asked, "You're serious? You're really not into it?" I thought a totally pretty girl like Briana would have a decent chance of making the show. But it would be good news for Alicia that a sexy competitor was so half-hearted.
"I don't know. I wasn't at all. Figured I had all the white pride I needed without the help of a Pharaoh, you know?" She paused to giggle nervously, and I guess I did the same. Also not at all appropriate, but that's Briana. "Anyway, then I got curious and figured what the heck. Now that I'm in I definitely feel more motivated. So who knows? Maybe I get lucky."
"Yeah. Oh, well good luck to you, Bri."
"Thanks. Gotta say it would be nice to have that one month paid vacation."
Again! Cause that didn't sound right either, like it was all for her benefit, for the girl who won. I had to bite my tongue. It's not up to me to educate someone else's wife. I let it go.
I guess I got a little flummoxed then and kind of blurted out, "I hear that. Would be nice if the husbands could go too..."
She gave me a strange look. "Would kinda defeat the purpose wouldn't it? Him hanging around?"
"I guess. Unless we were given, like jobs, you know, ways to help out."
She was silent at the idea. I'm not even sure why I said it to begin with. It is pretty weird. Probably just nerves or something.
To change the subject I said, "Anyway, I really do mean it. Good luck, now that you're in."
"Thank you, Jeff."
I laughed and said, "Of course except against Alicia."
She smiled back and said, "Oh don't worry about your wife, she's gonna get in for sure."
"Maybe. We hope. Fingers crossed."
"Nah, it won't be luck. Her body? Her face? Her attitude? She's a natural for this."
It made me flash back to Scots Willy, who had said Alicia was a natural at other things.
Maybe Briana could read it in my face. She giggled coyly and said, "Plus her skills."
Her eyes opened wide and she stared into mine. A broad smile on her face. She was letting me know she knew, that she knew what those skills were. It kind of shocked me. So weird to have another girl, a girlfriend, mention it.
It made me chub up a little, talking about it with a pretty girl like Briana. I felt a surge of pride in Alicia. It wasn't just me who knew, or rather me and Willy, or me, Willy and Alicia's parents, or me, Willy, her parents and Eric if you count dead people. Briana kept those eyes and smile trained on me. I pictured her doing it with her husband and chubbed a bit more.
A thought popped unbidden into my head. Briana. Naked on my bed, our bed. Me. Licking the salty sweat from between her tits, from her belly and thighs. Me. Fucking her. The old fashioned way, no frills.
I shook it off and came back to her. I feel sure that all these crazy things I think, that it's just nerves. I hope.
I had to say something, her eyes were making me. I had to acknowledge what she said.
"Yeah. Thanks but...you know, the judges won't even know about...ahhhh....about it. They can't ask those questions, not even if she makes the show."
"Well, I gave her an idea about that too."
"What?" This could be important.
"I think I'll just let her tell you. If she even decides to follow it up. It's her call."
Now I was thinking: I bet all the girls know about Alicia. Would they all tell their husbands or boyfriends? Did they know about Eric? The Exemption? Did everyone in town know all this except me? Before me? It made me shiver.
Briana looked around. We were alone and out of earshot. She looked down at the ground and changed the subject from Alicia's known "skills". She asked, "You two practiced woof-woof?"
Now we were into it. I was more than a little nervous, this was upper stuff. I checked around us again. Still all clear. Then I figured, hey, she knows everything else already. So I stumbled out a reply, "Ummm...yes... ummm.... yeah, we still do some of the old fashioned but a lot of the woof-woof too."
"Good boy. I suggested Booya! next for you two. Maybe Orange Julius if there's time. And keep a good rhythm with the others."
I was on the verge of asking whether she was doing those as well, but checked myself in time. Totally inappropriate.
I think I might already have told you, Briana is married to an upper named Draymond. She is very discreet about their lives. Alicia and I barely know him, maybe just enough to say hi if we happen to run into him. Draymond is some sort of professor of language and media studies at our great local university. Esteemed by everyone, loved by his students, a mover and shaker in business as well as academia. A tall, handsome, erudite and well-spoken man. A pretty intimidating guy.
It's a mixed marriage of course. He is upper, she is not. There aren't a lot of those marriages, and theirs is the only one of which I'm personally aware. But I knew they could be difficult, for the man especially. In a mixed marriage the rules of the lower order, and that's always the girl, apply before the wedding. Afterwards she still has her rules and he has his, but before the couple must remain all hole virgins (if there is no exemption).
You think about it, it's totally weird. I mean an upper like Draymond fucks some random white girl and no one raises an eyebrow. But if he fucks his own fiancee then everyone gets all upset. Beyond me how they made that one up, not to criticize.
Now that she is a married girl I couldn't help but picture them doing Shaft on a Raft or Orange. Picture I mean to the best of my ability. I know her mouth is a bit narrow. But still.
Briana went on, "Say she knows how to do woof and Booya!, let's say you two don't get to Orange, then plus her skill as a cocksucker, her looks and her submissive ways, put her in the right outfit, say she gets all coached up on how to Answer, then well, that's a whole lot to sell. You guys should be confident."
"I know, but..." I was about to say that Alicia was so modest that she always would think she had no chance. No matter what her advantages were. But I knew it wasn't true.
Now that we were only a couple of weeks from WGPD Alicia had suddenly developed real confidence. It happened so fast it took my breath away. And made me so proud of her. A few nights earlier, right after I finished fucking her with Woodrow, she sighed and said, "When you're with Pharaoh,..." something, whatever we were talking about. But I could tell that what she meant was, "When I'm with Pharaoh,"... She saw that I knew and said, "Oh, daydreams!" and laughed it off. But still, I could tell. What a wonderful attitude.
Anyway, I was saying to Briana, "I know, but...we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
