Part one
Eloise Drew was still perspiring as she sat at the bar in the dining room lounge, sipping a rather strong glass of cognac and cola, her second since parking her slim, yet shapely behind on the bar stool. The ice in her glass rattled as her trembling hand lifted it to her mouth, and it wasn't the potent mix that she wiped from her upper lip after she put the glass down on the bar top in front of her.
The bartender, a man named Junior who was as black as her drink was strong, seemed to understand that she wished to be left alone after his first attempt at friendly conversation fell flat. He was currently polishing glasses at the far end of the bar while she tried to avoid her reflection in the mirror behind it. She felt bad. The young man seemed friendly enough, but she wasn't in the frame of mind to speak of casual trivialities just then.
The mature schoolteacher's mind reeled from shock at her behaviour with the three indecently dressed girls to repeated, lustful memories of their tight, young bodies and uncontrollable images of herself doing all sorts of very improper things with them. These images even included her niece, Nancy, but most especially young George Fayne, whose panty hidden vagina was so wet...
With a sharp, but subtle shake of her head, she removed her mind from George's crotch, suddenly remembering the way she'd almost hiked her skirt to show them her panties at audacious Bess's challenge, her hand twitching to do so before her mind finally stopped her body and mouth from her own excitingly disgraceful behaviour with the three desirable young girls. She wondered if she should have done it after all just to prove to Bess that she was indeed wearing panties the way proper women ought to. What would they have thought of her black lace thong? Would George have stuck her hand down her own panties as Bess had? Would they have demanded that she show them her bra as well? If she'd refused, would they have forced her down on one of the beds to look for themselves, the two cousins pulling her breasts out of her sexy, black lace bra to begin sucking at her breasts while her niece pulled her thong down to feast on her wet-?
Once again, she jerked her mind away from such improper thoughts, her lungs emitting a small gasp that even she barely heard. Taking another sip, she suddenly remembered some curious looks that George had given Nancy while she was dressing the three girls down, quite literally, as it had unfortunately turned out. There at the bar, hindsight was twenty-twenty and those expressions could stand by themselves in her mind, propped up for inspection without (for the most part) the distraction of the ongoing moment.
The expression in George's face was certainly one of fear and guilt at being caught in shameful behaviour. This was a given, but there was also a fear in her eyes as she regarded Nancy. It was the fear of someone who was about to lose something she cherished, something she
loved.
And Nancy had looked at George with unmistakable guilt in her eyes more than once, as she had with lust at the slim brunette's figure, so like her own.
Were they both lesbians?
This wouldn't have surprised Eloise where George was concerned, but it would definitely come as a surprise where Nancy was concerned. Her brother's daughter had always been so upstanding, so perfect as to be almost sickening and, had she not been her own beloved niece, Eloise had always known that she wouldn't have much cared for the girl. The fact was that she was a know-it-all, like one of those young people who act older than what they are, looking for respect and equality from elders that they hadn't yet earned, but the truth was that Nancy, while very intelligent and quick witted, was also quite naïve in many ways and, if she and George were in fact a couple, Eloise was forced to wonder what a fine girl like George could ever see in Nancy.
Yet, thinking back to how George had always been with Nancy, the unquestioning loyalty, the staunch devotion, that way she had of looking up to the girl who was actually a year younger than her, Eloise wondered if she shouldn't have seen a deeper connection between the two long before.
Thoughtfully, she finished her drink, its leftover ice falling against her upper lip before she put the glass down. Junior was already moving to make her another, passing her a smile that questioned his actions as he did so. She nodded her answer to his unspoken assumption while someone sidled up on her left.
"One for me too, Junior," a familiar voice requested.
It was Bess, still wearing the whorishly indecent little red dress, climbing up on the stool beside her as Junior nodded again in answer to the young woman who had no business drinking at her age. Both women looked at each other, Bess carefully smiling at her elder while Eloise was just as carefully blank faced.
"So, uhhh..." Bess began with the same careful smile, "quite the scene up there, huh?"
Eloise returned a grimace before facing forward again, declining comment and trying not to think of the scene Bess referred to and how she'd handled it.
"Well, you should have seen it after you left," Bess hinted.
"Shook things up, did I?" Eloise asked with a sarcasm that she hoped covered the light tremor in her voice.
"I'd say, yeah."
"I suppose my arrival is quite inconvenient for whatever you three have been up to here."
With a careless shrug, Bess replied, "Maybe. Maybe it's for the best."
Looking to her left again, Eloise regarded the young woman who, beyond her scandalous attire, seemed somehow different before asking with a cold tone, "Oh? And how is that?"
" ... A lot more was said after you left. There's been a lot going on here and your arrival has brought some things to the surface that... Well, hopefully things will work out well. Especially for George."
"George?"
"For all her bravado, she's quite vulnerable. I suppose we all are when it comes to the things we really care about."
"And what does George really care about that makes her so vulnerable?" Eloise asked with a neutral tone that hid her suspicions of the answer to her own question.
"That's for George to say, not me," Bess stated with an easier, more congenial tone. "All I'm saying is that things with the three of us are more complicated than you might think, and have been for a little while. Our arrival in Cinder Bay has brought some of these complications to light and- Oh, thank you, Junior," Bess interrupted herself with a smile for Junior as he set their completed drinks in front of them before she continued. "And maybe that's a good thing. Maybe these things are best faced up to before we go on."
"So, how is it that Cinder Bay has brought these things, whatever they are, to light?" Asked Eloise, lifting her third cognac to her lips as her glance helplessly found its way down the front of Bess's little red dress. Her tone had become more curious than reproving, yet her demeanor was still careful.
"Well, Cinder bay is a little more relaxed than River Heights. I think one could say that people who come here feel free to be themselves, even if they might not know who or what that is at first."
"So, you three found yourselves to be exhibitionists?"
At first, Bess only smiled as she took a drink, aware of Eloise's glance at her thighs. Putting her glass down, she thought a moment before answering with, "I am. I think Nancy and George are too, but not so much as me."
"Well... you certainly seem very different than the young lady I knew in River Heights. Must be quite a little town for such a change to happen so fast."
"I wouldn't say I've changed," Bess countered, returning a casual look at Eloise's bust line before moving her eyes to the schoolteacher's face.
"I would," Eloise contradicted. "And I'm willing to bet your parents would agree with me."
" ... Like I said," Bess replied, her demeanor congenial in the face of Eloise's repeated implied threat, "I've just felt free to be the person I am. I like dressing like this. I would have back home if conditions allowed but, as I'm sure
you're
