Chapter Fifteen
The shower we shared was rare. It was simply cleaning each other up with no sexuality involved. Oh, it was sensual as hell, especially when he washed my bruised ass and told me it needed a regular spanking, but it wasn't sexual.
Clean and dry, he watched, apparently fascinated, as I did my face and hair. when I was satisfied and laid the comb down he brushed the hair back from my ear, kissed my neck softly and whispered, "you are beautiful and I love you."
I said, "thank you, baby."
I smiled when I saw the outfit he had laid out. It was about as modest as anything I own. The dress was short-sleeved and slightly scoop necked, almost to my knees, in a rust orange color that set off my hair and eyes. He had set out simple underwear, a white bra and panties, suntan pantyhose, and moderately high-heeled oxblood shoes. It was something I wore when I had to report to Academic Hall.
"We're going as a conservative couple?" I asked.
"I thought it appropriate," he said, "we don't want to scare her off now, do we?"
I smiled and just got dressed. He watched and I enjoyed it.
Fluffed, buffed, and looking good if I do say so myself, I stood and lightly brushed his cheek with my lips, not wanting to smear anything. "See you downstairs," I said, giving his bare ass a pat and leaving him there.
I liked the whistles I drew as I walked down the stairs.
"Are you excited?" Mark asked, being serious for a change.
"Honey, I'm so many emotions I can't begin to describe them," I said, being serious myself.
"As much as anything, I'm curious," I went on. "I'm trying to figure out how I would react if I was presented with our," and here I hesitated, looking for the right word.
"Our, well, our group marriage I guess, right out of the gate. Remember, for us, it kind of evolved but we're going to present it straight up," I finished.
He smiled and said, "you're the best spokeswife we could have," which made me giggle.
We talked a bit about how things would work. In the end, we decided Aaron and I would go on this date and evaluate the potential of Paula as a, well, co-wife is a good way to put it. If we thought she might fit in we would invite her to a get-to-know-your-future-husbands party the following Friday night.
About the time we finished our planning meeting Aaron came down looking every inch the college preppy. He had on khaki slacks, not jeans, an Oxford cloth pin-striped button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled under at the wrists, brown loafers, and some brightly colored socks. His hair was combed and his face was shaved. I barely recognized him.
"Ready?" he asked, offering me his arm.
"Nervous but ready," I said, taking it, "let's go see if we can find me co-wife."
Al's Steak House was a fixture in a town about 20 miles from the university. It was a bigger town, far enough away and populous enough to offer at least the potential for anonymity. We arrived about 15 minutes before the appointed 7:00 so we could have the table and watch her enter.
Aaron got us a booth actually and told the hostess to be on the watch for a cute redhead who would say she was supposed to meet someone. At the booth, I got in first. The idea was as she walked in, scanning the room as she undoubtedly would be, he would stand and she would at least start in his direction rather than just turning and leaving when she saw me.
We ordered iced tea, wanting to be fully alert.
It worked.
We saw her walk in and she was even cuter than her picture. She was short, I estimated 5'2 or so, and her description as a "pear" was absolutely accurate. In a blue top, her A-cup breasts were obvious. In the clingy grey slacks, her magnificent hips and ass were too. Her face was round with a generous mouth wide-set eyes, a button nose, and when she smiled when Aaron stood up it was one of those smiles that lit up the room.
