CHAPTER SIX
The Liberation of Libby
January 2007. Only two hours after Libby's conversation with her Mother.
Libby sat in her car and admired David's yacht. It was so beautiful, so peaceful just to look at it. And right then it was difficult to look at anything through the tears she was shedding. Why, oh why, had she done it? Allowed her unhappiness to involve another?
It had been two hours since she had left her Mom's house after whining and spilling her guts like a disappointed child. Why couldn't she have just grinned and beared it, taking it as one of life's little bumps that one had to hurdle? Why lay it out for poor old Mom to have to deal with?
She knew the answer. Who else could she tell? Dad? Rob's parents? A sister who was getting such great cock that she walked with a wobble? No, it had to be Mom. And she ruefully admitted she got exactly what she was seeking. A warm hug, an open ear, and no judgment whatsoever. No useable advice, either, but deep down she had expected none. This cross was hers and hers alone to bear.
Maybe she had been too naïve, had created such expectations in her virgin mind that it was impossible to fulfill those dreams. But she had waited so long, had sacrificed so much.
She looked wistfully out the side window. In retrospect it was so clear. All those subtle warnings, the gently whispered suggestions that Mom had passed to her over the past five years. Mom had not come right out and said it but now Libby knew that her mother had been concerned about her approaching the idea of marriage with the sexual mindset of an idealist teenager...a teenager who had never had sex.
And now this. A beautiful, vigorous young husband with a wonderful cock that was falling woefully short of her expectations and her with no experience as to how to resolve it. She had no clue what to even say to him, let alone guide him into the passion she so desperately desired.
Love wasn't the answer. My God he was perfect, the man of her life forever. And she had no doubt that his passion for her was even greater. She couldn't imagine a kinder, more attentive man. Jeez, she loved that guy.
It was all about their sex! It was sweet, it was often, and it was totally impotent.
The first couple of times she thought, "Okay. Wow! Uh, that was nice. Very sweet."
After a few dozen times over the first weeks she would answer his inevitable "Did you get it?" with a smile, a deep kiss and a "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah! It was wonderful."
They were newlyweds. It only took a few months for them to reach the hundreds.
By that time the truth was exposed. No matter the love between them, no matter the physical attributes of the groom or the exuberance he had for his bride, their sex life left her totally wanting.
Actually, she felt she knew the problem. His physically gifted body and his love for her were washed away with lack of touch, lack of experience...lack of something. She closed her eyes and gave a short laugh.
"I don't know if he really knows about a clitoris." What a thought.
It was if his hands, his face and his cock all seemed to be at the right place at the wrong time. Not once had she even come close to an orgasm with him. Three months.
Oh, he excited her. Elevated her sexually until she felt great. But she didn't want to feel great. She wanted to explode in his face and on his cock with a vocal and physical exuberance that the whole neighborhood would know!
"Holy smokes!! Libby's getting a fucking she'll never forget!!" That's what she wanted her neighbors to say!
But only Rob could hear her whimper as she built and declined only to ultimately feel him extinguish her expectations with an exuberant splash of cum.
At the moment, her best friend was still that hidden vibrator.
She needed help.
Help was 100 meters down the road.
After receiving that conceding one word phone from Ros just minutes before David was so antsy he just had to leave the house. He had projects to do but he was in too much of a high, an expectant frenzy, to be productive. As he walked out he met Sue coming back in from the store. She saw his look and didn't question. Instead, she made a flat statement.
"Ros called," Sue said softly.
He nodded as he walked past her on the way to the boat. No words were spoken yet he acknowledged Sue's intuition once again. How did she do it with such accuracy? How were women so transparent to her?
After the Christmas party at their house the previous month and the guest were all gone Sue had led David to an armless chair and extracted from his pants what she knew would be a cock hardened by the short, low cut dress Libby had worn that night. Slowly, Sue sat on it until it slid deep inside her. Never mind that she had secretly given Libby the sexy dress as one of many extravagant and sexy Christmas gifts.
Sue groaned with the pleasure...and expectation.
"Libby's not getting it," she stated in a sultry matter of fact voice as she squirmed down on him.
She felt him lurch inside her. He totally trusted her judgment on these things.
But they both knew there was something else, something understood if not spoken. Unlike Heather and Bill, Sue considered Libby and Rob as intervention...not interference. She wouldn't be stupid about it or blow it for David but in her own mind at some time in the future Libby Lee would be fair game. Without it being spoken, David understood and acknowledged. There was no reason for him to be possessive.
So when David left the house that day with Sue's blessing he decided to drive down to the boat for a lack of anyplace else to go. Luckily he saw Libby before she saw him and drove past her before turning around and parking behind another car. Why would Libby Lee be sitting way out here all alone? They lived on the other side of town.
After looking around he felt it safe to pull out his binoculars. How ironic...the glasses were a gift from the Faber's. Carefully, David studied her for a short while. One thing was obvious...she was very distraught.
David loved "distraught." It was all he could do to not call her on her cell phone.
Two days later he loved Glenn. Sometimes the man was a gift from the heavens. It was amazing how one little phone call seemed to be David's blessings lately.
"No, Glenn, he would pass up on the fishing trip on Glenn's little boat Saturday. He was aware the fishing was better on the smaller craft but with everybody else going it would be way overcrowded."
"Oh! Ros and Libby aren't going? Just Rob, Heather and Bill. Glenn's "fishin' fools?"
You know, mate, I think I'll still pass. Got a few things to do. Hey! Maybe Sue will have the girls over Saturday afternoon. The pool's perfect right now!"
That part had been easy. Both he and Sue knew what happened after that would not only be crucial but also most likely would be a one-shot thing...one opportunity. There was no reason to think that the sex gods were giving them carte blance.
Sue called Libby before she called Roslyn. Careful plans dictated that Libby accept before Ros was even invited. Without Lib it was a mute point, a non-happening. Besides, neither of them had even the slightest clue as to what actually instigated Roslyn's desperate one word phone call to David. What they did realize was how desperate Roslyn must have been to make that call. Given time to second guess, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that she would have second thoughts and change her mind about all of this.
David was worrying too much. As hoped, an exuberant Libby quickly accepted. She knew how exotic just a casual visit could be when it was the Elliot's. Would it be okay if she arrived just a little bit late? She had an appointment to do her nails and didn't want to reschedule.
David and Sue looked at each with raised eyebrows. How unexpected. Another gift from above? An unexpected situation that was so welcome, so crucial, to their plans?
A wiser, more cautious Roslyn reluctantly agreed to come. As long as both she and Sue were there what possibly could happen? The fact that she would be there for two hours before Libby's arrival was carefully masked from her. If she were to get that information it would have to be volunteered from Libby, not the Elliot's.
Regarding it as a non-item, Libby never even mentioned it to her mom.
For the Elliot's, that was perfect. That meant that the two of them weren't tied together and there would no doubt be at least some physical separation, some room and time to play.
Saturday afternoon Roslyn stood in front of her bedroom mirror and admired the skimpy red bikini that she happily admitted belied her age. Slowly twisting in front of the glass she acknowledged that she looked good. She certainly wasn't in Sue's class and for sure she wasn't going to wear a thong in front of David but she looked good. After she threw on a short dress and picked up her keys she walked out the door with her spirits lifted. The day was fantastic, perfect for the pool. She questioned the future but what the hell could go wrong on this beautiful day?
Roslyn was overdressed in comparison to Libby. For some reason Lib pulled out a gift from Sue and put it on. She raised her eyebrows at the tiny swimsuit that wasn't much more than a thong. Never in a million years would she wear it in public. She knew she was going to feel self-conscious enough today even although it was just going to be a little private party. She decided once she got there she would wear a short transparent blue swim cover over it. But first she had an appointment so she would throw on a loose pair of sweats for her appointment and travel.
Before she donned the drab sweats she slowly spun around in front of her mirror again, revealing the black suit so skimpy it was no more than three petite patches with some string tied at each side and in the back. Most of her breasts were in plain sight...there was little covered other than her nipples. But she knew what would really catch David's attention was the lack of cloth covering her pussy. If there were any doubts before in David's mind as to whether or not Libby trimmed her bush it would be immediately answered that day. Libby Lee definitely had a barren pussy!
Why were her thoughts so much on David and his reaction as to how she looked? She dismissed the issue with a mental waving of her hand.
Libby hesitated a little before she slid on the sweats, adding a little extra time to mentally adjust to the picture reflecting out of the mirror. If you had told her a year ago that she would be standing in front of a man that wasn't her husband wearing what was essentially a thong so reveling it practically didn't exist she would have died laughing.
But right now, right then, those three skimpy pieces of cloth were like magnets, pulling her fingers first to the two upper pieces covering sensitive nipples, then slowly creeping south. Just as she realized her fingers were entering the top of her swimsuit in search for a begging clitoris she stopped and made herself walk away.
In their solitude and running two hours apart the two "Faber" women were dressing and guessing. Simultaneously the Elliot's were carefully going over last minute plans, finalizing a script that however unlikely was their best chance. Both knew that realistically failure was not only a possibility...it was a probability.
Both knew the key to everything was separation. It was imperative that the two women be separated for some period at times. That Libby was running two hours late was an omen. Was it good or bad?
Roslyn arrived at exactly one o'clock. The Elliot's were expecting her. The Faber's were never, ever late for anything.
But they weren't expecting...her!!
