For quite some time, we went on as 'good little girls', holding to our pledge not to endanger our marriages with any overt sexual behavior among the three of us. We did celebrate both Caroline's birthday in June and Charlotte's in October with a repeat performance of the Super Spa Day and, in both cases, the experience was fabulous. Not being on the receiving end still provided me with a great thrill as I helped my two friends to episodes of spasmodic rapture. I knew, deep in my heart, that contact with female bodies was something that I still craved and these two celebrations only reinforced that knowledge. But, nothing was more important to me than my marriage so I lived by our decision and assumed that my two friends were doing the same.
Things took a turn on a summer day that found the three of us on Caroline's deck -- the same deck where this craziness had begun in the first place. We were enjoying a relaxing day in the sun, reveling in the glorious privacy that the deck afforded. All three of us had stripped down to nothing at all as we were now totally comfortable in revealing our bodies to one another. Caroline had provided fruity cocktails and had refilled our glasses once, so we all had a mild, happy buzz going on. It was quite lovely. And, as in past experiences, it was Caroline who opened the door to a new adventure.
"I have a purely hypothetical situation I'd like to discuss," she announced. Charlotte and I looked at each other and mouthed a soft "Uh-oh" in unison.
"Hey - I did say hypothetical," Caroline continued. "Don't worry. It's nothing I'm actually proposing. Just something to get the juices flowing."
Now I knew we were heading into dangerous waters. "Go on. I'm sure we couldn't stop you even if we wanted to."
"Okay." She smiled slyly and gazed off into space before continuing. "Let's just say that we wanted to . . .
initiate
another woman into our little club. If you could, what one woman would you most like to seduce?"
Charlotte reacted first. "Are you talking celebrity or just someone we know?"
"Oh, definitely someone we know. I'm looking for a realistic fantasy here."
At that point, I realized this could be tricky. Once Caroline got an idea in her head, there was little chance of stopping her, whether she claimed it was hypothetical fantasy or not. And since she was talking about real acquaintances, the possibility of carrying through on it was there. So, I decided to stay close-lipped, at least at first.
Charlotte, however, was intrigued. "Okay, I have an idea. But, you first, Caroline. I'm betting you have someone in mind. Otherwise, you wouldn't have brought this up. Spill."
Caroline grinned. "You know me so well. Truth is, though, I haven't been all that successful. The only one I could come up with was Paula Jennings."
Paula Jennings was a fellow member of our charity group, an attractive woman a few years younger than us. We all knew her a bit but I had always found her to be a bit off-putting due to her habit of flaunting her considerable wealth.
"I don't see that at all," I interjected. "She's obviously lovely to look at but her personality would drive me right up a wall."
"Yeah," said Charlotte, "I can't stand her uppity crap. Nice boobs, though." That got a laugh from Caroline and me as we both pictured the lovely Paula romping with the three of us. Charlotte broke the reverie by continuing, "Ooh, I've got someone!" She seemed genuinely excited.
"Mmm. Pray tell," asked Caroline the instigator.
Charlotte coyly smiled and half-whispered, "Mrs. Adams."
It took a moment for the name to register but I finally got it. "Sara Adams? The
principal
?"
Sara Adams was the principal at the elementary school that our children attended. She was a bit older than us, always impeccably turned out, and quite charming in an educated, stylish way. I had never, however, thought of her in a sexual way. Never. And apparently, neither had Caroline.
"Really?" she said. "Wow, that's out of left field. But, she is attractive, I guess. And I do love her accent."
"Oh yes," smiled Charlotte. "I'm a sucker for a British accent. And hers is so elegant. Hey. I've always thought she was dreamy."
"Well, dreamy or not," I put in, "just remember this is a fantasy. Good Lord, just imagine the scandal this could cause if we followed through.
Sex-crazed school moms attack principal lookin' for lesbian lovin'.
Caroline, don't even think of it."
Caroline just smiled. A coy, sardonic smile that told me her brain was already working at warp speed on a potential plan of operation. She wasn't even bothering to ask me about my nominee. Poor Principal Adams was smack dab in the middle of her horny little crosshairs.
"So, what do we know about the lady, Charlotte?" she asked.
Charlotte was the one of us most actively involved in school matters having served as PTA treasurer and as a class mother, so she had a familiarity with the staff and often clued me in to mini-scandals (rumors of affairs, divorces, parties with drinking, et al) that she heard of. She didn't disappoint when she began her lecture on the lady of the hour.
"Okay, she's married. I think he's in investments. She has a teenage son, either a junior or a senior. Her teachers love her, and fear her a bit. She's incredibly well-organized and expects the staff to stay on top of things, too. I'm told that she is brilliant at mediating situations where a parent is unhappy with a teacher. She doesn't take sides but listens to both points of views. She --"
Caroline interrupted. "Enough, Charlotte. We're not doing an FBI report on her educational policies. Tell us about the woman. Any dirt at all? Does she like wine? Does she have a sense of humor? What could we use to get at her?"
"Okay. I have gotten to know her a little. We've chatted a bit at dinners and she's really cool. She has a great sense of humor and I get the impression she's just a tiny bit naughty, but, of course, she has to be careful about exposing that side of her personality."
"Give us an example," Caroline posed.
Charlotte thought a moment and came up with a memory. "Once, we were watching a PTA fashion show and I happened to be right beside her at a large round table. One of the parents modeling had on a dress that showed off her figure nicely and Mrs. Adams leaned over to me and quietly whispered, "If I had that body, that dress wouldn't last five minutes with my husband."
"Hmm. That is a bit provocative. I mean, for an elementary school principal to say that to a parent she doesn't know well." Caroline looked encouraged.
"I thought so, too. And, once she said it, I got the impression that she almost wished she hadn't. She blushed a bit and made sort of an 'oops' face."
As I sat there listening, I could tell that both of my friends were enjoying the conversation. I could actually use Charlotte's nipples as a barometer of the level of excitement she was experiencing. As her story progressed, they got more and more erect. With Caroline, every time she presented a comment or question, her voice got steamier. At one point, her hand brushed across her chest, lightly providing a mini-caress of her breasts. Interesting, in light of the fact that the conversation to this point had hardly been x-rated.
"Well, ladies," I decided to enter the conversation. "I hope you're enjoying yourselves. Just remember -- not gonna happen. Do not even
think
of trying anything here."
Charlotte looked at Caroline. Caroline looked at Charlotte. And I knew I had absolutely no shot at stopping their mission of seduction.
***
The next time that I heard of it was a week later in Charlotte's kitchen. I avoided the topic but she brought it up, explaining that Caroline had come over to her house the very next day and, while totally sober, they had discussed methods that they thought might work. I made one last feeble attempt to reason with Charlotte but she had a ready response.
"Look, Em. We're not going to do anything stupid, I promise. We're going to see if we can figure out a way to get her into a social situation. Just have her over for a girl talk deal and see where it leads. We'll read how it's going and react accordingly. If nothing's there, she'll never know what we were thinking. And, of course, we want you to be there."
She made it sound quite rational but I still hoped it wouldn't come about. Hence, when I learned, a mere week later, that it was all set, I just shook my head and hoped we all wouldn't end up on the six o'clock news.
Charlotte had called on the good lady at the school. Even though it was summer vacation for the students, she was there working. Our Charlotte presented herself as a concerned parent who wanted to offer her services in any way she could to help make the school a better place. Mrs. Adams appeared appreciative and they brainstormed over things Charlotte might do to help. After a bit, Charlotte mentioned her two friends, both parents of students, who had extensive fund-raising experience due to their work on a charity organization. She knew they'd love to help as well so perhaps Mrs. Adams would like to come over to her house one day and have a chat? The principal jumped at the idea.
So it was that the four of us were at Charlotte's house on a rather gloomy, humid day. I felt I had to attend, if for no other reason than to 'reel them in' should the need arise. The three of us were casually dressed in shorts and summer tops while Mrs. Adams looked the professional in a smart sleeveless Indian cotton jumper. We spent the first half hour chatting, getting to know her, and she really was a delight. She shared some of her personal life and asked us about ours, never dominating the conversation but appearing to be genuinely interested in us. As I listened, I came to see why Charlotte would find her so attractive. Her English accent was indeed mesmerizing and she was not only physically attractive, but she knew how to work her beauty to the fullest -- with just the right amount of makeup and restrained use of accessories. A very classy woman, indeed.
Our talk began to center on the school and we actually came up with some positive suggestions for ways to raise money that could be put to good use for school materials and activities. Sara, as she insisted we call her, positively glowed at the idea that three women of good social standing would be so willing to assist. I, for one, was happy to leave it at that but I knew my two schemers were sitting there wondering how to move the conversation elsewhere.
