The girls were about to set off for the party and Mrs Quinn was anxious to know more of the details of their plan. But this just made Mary cross that she had to answer the same questions again.
"Mother I told you this already, it's at McCann's Farm and it's a festival themed party."
"And you're staying in tents?"
"Jesus Mother, for the last time YES!" the last word was emphasised haughtily.
Emily Quinn wasn't really annoyed or even scolding her daughter. This was just their normal banter. Since Mary had been a child, she had pushed the boundaries and Emily had learned to let her feel that she was in control, up to a point of course. To add to the teasing she brought Gabby into the conversation, "Gabrielle, Love, do you speak to your mother like that?"
"Of course not. I have too much respect for my wonderful parents," Gabby teased her friend.
"Shut up. Your mother pisses you off just as much as mine does, the nosey old bag," Mary tried to sound frustrated but couldn't suppress the giggles when she saw the mischievous grins on the faces of her mother and friend.
Mary relented and hugged her mother, "Are you ever going to let me just have fun?" her tone had softened, "Or are you determined to ruin my life forever?"
"I'm going to ruin your life forever, my love, that's what a mother does," Emily played out the gag.
"Jesus, come on then give us a lift to the farm."
The outing had of course been planned ever since the trip to Cork. Molly had invited the girls along with many other friends to the party at her parent's farm. It was to be lavish to celebrate the 21st birthday of their son and Molly's brother, Finn. The party was organised like a mini-festival with live music and a DJ. Gabby and Mary were very excited about it because they had never been to a real festival; plus, lots of Finn's older friends would be there so it was going to be their first real grown-up party. They had already been to the farm to set-up their tent, and they had had a quick kiss with Molly inside it, reliving the excitement of their weekend in Cork.
Afterwards Mary had teased Gabby, "Maybe you will want to shag Molly."
"Hmm, or a threesome," Gabby had joked. But really, she loved Mary and was still smitten by her and her alone.
Mrs Quinn hadn't been surprised or annoyed to receive the letter from Sister Clara, informing her of her daughter's 'shameless' behaviour in Cork. Although Emily had discussed it with Mary and warned her about being responsible, she had smiled to herself at the thought that Sister Clara couldn't have known the half of how shameless Mary had no doubt been with Gabby. Nor did she know for sure, of course, but she could imagine.
Today she drove them to the farm and observed as the girls unloaded their food and drink supplies and excitedly greeted Molly and their other friends. She watched as they walked up the lane to the remote field where the party was being held. She shook her head in dismay at the clinking of bottles and wondered if maybe she should have pressed the point harder to limit just how much booze they had brought. But Mary had been insistent and Emily had relented with cautions about being sensible. But she knew that you are only young once so let them go. Also, she was reassured that, given that the girls were lovers, there was no risk of accidental pregnancy.
As Emily drove home she thought about her daughter and Gabby. Then she thought about her new relationship with Eimear (watch out for Emily's Story soon). She did feel a little guilty that she was, in a way, cheating on Damian. But she consoled herself with two thoughts: she knew he would probably approve of her exploring her curiosity; plus, the encounters with Eimear only seemed to inflame her libido, so Damian was getting much more and raunchier sex that he had in a long time. He was enjoying the renewed passion and seemed only too happy to meet his wife's demands. She then thought how they would have the house to themselves that night and decided to invite Damian to ravish her. 'He can do what he wants, she thought,' her free hand straying to the crotch of her jeans and gently pressing against her already aroused pussy.
Party Girls
All afternoon the girls organised their tent then sat around on the grass and chatted with their friends, anticipating the evening. The weather had been kind and it was a hot day with a clear-blue sky. They had made cocktail drinks and sat around drinking and gossiping with Molly and other friends, watching the other guests arrive. In particular, they keenly observed Finn and his friends while Molly provided a running commentary on who they were. The sexiest guys and the most beautiful women. Of course they had a private joke with Molly about which of the women they might fancy. This was strictly between the three of them and this topic was shelved whenever anyone else was near.
Later they were eating, drinking and walking around talking to the other guests. It had been hot all afternoon, so Molly took them to her house to freshen-up and change for the evening.
Molly invited them to use her bathroom to shower and then they gathered again in her room to dress and reapply their make-up.
Mary kept asking about Finn and while Molly answered her questions patiently, Gabby was getting annoyed. She decided to reassert herself and asked Molly about Cork.
"So have you thought about our session in Cork Mol?"
Molly was a little shy and glanced at Mary before answering, then, "Yes it was amazing . You two are really sexy. I loved it."
"Fuck are you a lesbo now too?" Mary chided.
"Shut-up, she can be if she wants, "Gabby defended their friend.
Mary decided not to push the point and made a joke, hugging Molly she asked, "So who do you think was the best kisser?"
Molly giggled, "You both are," then added more shyly, "I liked kissing you both."
"I know, let's play a game," Mary announced. Looking around the room she grabbed one of a bunch of silky scarves hanging by Molly's mirror. Returning to Molly she turned her around and made a blindfold with the scarf. Molly protested slightly but Mary took charge and soon the blindfold was on. For final effect she spun Molly around a few times. "Right, now we will kiss you and you have to guess who it is and tell us who is the best, OK?"
Molly's only reply was an eager grin as Mary backed her up to the bed and gently lowered her down to sit on the bed.
"No peeking," she ordered as she moved to Gabby. "Come on this will be fun."
