At long last, the ordeal was over, but not without the tedium of applauding the cast as they bowed and pirouetted on the stage as the curtain was drawn and redrawn. Couldn’t they just shut up and go home? Then at last out of the door and into the atrium.
“Oh! It was so sad!” weeped Emma, accepting Tanya’s arm around her shoulder.
Tanya resisted the opportunity to ask exactly how all that nonsense was meant to be sad, and instead took advantage of Emma’s vulnerability to kiss her full on the mouth. Emma didn’t resist, but she seemed somewhat surprised. “I didn’t know you were …?”
“Were what?”
“Well! Liked other women. I always thought you were…”
“I’ve always preferred the company of women,” lied Tanya who much preferred a good fucking to anything a woman could do, even with the assistance of rubber dildos and the like. “Especially a woman as beautiful as you…”
“But what about Rochester?”
“Rochester?” queried Tanya, thrown off guard. “Oh! Rochester! I don’t know.” She lowered her head onto Emma’s breast, the better to look upset. “I just don’t think there’s any future for us. He tears my heart apart, but I think he prefers younger women.” Tanya knew this was strictly true, but, in fact, she was beginning to be more than a little annoyed with the boy’s tenacious soppy clinging onto her. Couldn’t he just stop after the fucking, pack his clothes and leave her be, instead of insisting in telling her how much he loved her, and how she was so much better than all the other women. She’d already decided, after she’d finally persuaded him to let her poke his anus with a carrot, that she’d exhausted all that she’d ever wanted from the boy. “No, I think I prefer you much more to him.”
“Is that true?” wondered Emma, seeming almost grateful. Indeed, she’d come to appreciate Tanya’s physical beauty more and more while they were in the coffee shop, and had herself wondered what it might be like to make love with her. And this she soon came to find out, when Tanya escorted her back to her apartment just a couple of blocks away from the theatre. Past the concierge, up the elevator and then, after very little preparation, the two of them flung their bodies onto Tanya’s large and all-engulfing mattress and made rather loud and passionate love.
It was actually Tanya who was the most surprised at the lovemaking. Although she was surrounded by her own possessions, the photographic prints of film stars, a colour scheme of deep reds, blues and purples, and wading on the fluffy luxury of her pillows and duvet, she did not feel as much in control as she normally did. It was Emma who took the lead, bringing Tanya and herself to spasms of ecstasy that she’d never enjoyed with a woman before. Her tongue explored every crevice of Tanya’s golden skin, sometimes deep into the pink darkness of her vagina, tenderly activating her clitoris into a stiffness that none of her male lovers had achieved. Her fingers probed her arse and vagina, her flesh ground against the sweaty smoothness of her own. And Tanya was alarmed to find just how rough Emma could be: a roughness that she recognised in herself but was somehow reluctant to reciprocate. The pleasure of the licking, combined with the tugging of teeth on her nipples and labia. The tenderness of the stroking and caressing, contrasting suddenly with abrupt slaps on her arse and breasts. The penetration of her anus and vagina by tongue, fingers and full fist. She shook and shuddered as orgasms spread through her body expertly orchestrated by her naturist lover.
Tanya wasn’t so sure she liked this kind of love. She was used to being the one in control, but she could see that in matters of lesbian love, she was very much the novice. Emma had clearly had many many woman lovers and knew exactly how to ensure that they achieved the most pleasure that they could. And, of course, unlike men whose sexual abilities rarely stretched beyond twenty minutes, and in some cases a mere fraction of that, Emma had the capacity, the willingness, the stamina and the appetite to keep on for hours, while draining from Tanya almost all the will-power she possessed.
Morning came. The sun shone through the gap in Tanya’s curtains and onto Emma’s naked back as she lay fast asleep on the bed. Tanya examined Emma with a critical eye. There was no doubting Emma’s beauty, although she wasn’t that keen on the hairy armpits, the uncropped vagina and the light hairs on her legs. These bloody naturists! They just didn’t have any idea how so unseemly hirsuteness was. Couldn’t she even invest in a shaver? But then Emma’s dress sense was about as ghastly as it could be. She dressed, when she dressed at all, in the most functional way: one which would have made the most beautiful woman in the world appear plain
She also decided that this would be the last time she would allow Emma back to her place at night. After all, she had her own domestic arrangements to look after, and she didn’t appreciate the idea of Emma being around too often. It had been bad enough with Rochester, although it had often been quite easy to persuade him to go off to one of the many night clubs in the area with one of his many teenaged fans. After all, she had her two live-in lovers in the other bedroom to worry about, and although they were admirably discreet when Tanya brought her lovers back, chance meetings in the loo or on the stairs or in the kitchen could not be ruled out.
Karl and Anthony both contributed to the rent of the flat, which Tanya appreciated greatly. Especially as their combined contribution easily exceeded the actual cost of renting the flat, expensive as it was. And they were both pathetically, stupidly besotted with her. What little crumbs of lovemaking she let them have was quite sufficient to keep them gasping for more. They’d not known each other before they found themselves in the odd position of having to share the same bed together, and only rarely together with Tanya. And even then, they couldn’t be sure that this would involve any intimacy with the true object of their passion. Although they weren’t at all gay, even really bisexual, she always demanded that they have sex together while she watched. And she also liked evidence that they had sex together when she wasn’t there. She knew that neither of them really enjoyed it, and to be honest, watching a man stick his erect penis deep into another man’s arse wasn’t really much of a turn-on for her either. But what she did like was the arbitrary exercise of her power over them, and their utter obedience to her whims.
The first time she’d got Karl to fuck Anthony had been the best for her. Anthony was clearly hating every minute as the prick Tanya stimulated to its full arousal pushed in, inch by painful inch, into Anthony’s hairy taut arse. She loved seeing that expression of sheer agony and disgust on Anthony’s face as he felt the prick go deeper into him than he’d ever imagined possible, aided by the petroleum jelly but not helped by Karl’s own reluctance. She loved watching the two men nervously suck each other’s cocks. And she insisted they continue until finally (and with a little assistance from her own manicured fingers) they came in a welcome release of semen, mingled with guilt, anxiety and sheer revulsion. But she knew they loved it. The more outrageous the demands she made of them, the more they seemed to want more. What was it that made people want to surrender themselves in such a humiliating way to her? Who knew? Who cared? It was enough to see Karl also being fucked by Anthony and finally to have to lick the shit from his arse off the dick.
Men were so stupid. Almost as stupid as women. She brushed her clitoris with excitement as she imagined what further humiliation she could command off the two. She could get Karl to fuck Anthony while masturbating his dick while Tanya pushed a dildo right up Karl’s arse. She loved to see Karl grind his teeth and squeeze his eyes together, little tears emerging despite himself at the unfairness of it all. She loved making unreasonable demands of them, knowing that her two lovers would gladly give everything for her. And then give again. Until their balls were sore from abuse. Their arses aching from the pain of penetration. And their eyes stinging from the semen and urine that would be inflicted on their faces. And of course it was up to them to clean their shit-, blood-, sperm-and piss-covered sheets. She would never indulge herself on soiled sheets. That was one of her many rules.
Emma stirred and l
ooked at her new lover from her recumbent position, half in and half out of the sheets. Tanya was so beautiful. And so randy. Look at how she was able to masturbate after all the lovemaking they’d had. Her long lithe waist. Her cute apple-shaped, apple-sized breasts with those stiff nipples she’d enjoyed nipping, sucking and chewing. That prim but perfect vagina, so clearly the object of many previous penetrations but kept neat and tidy: not falling out from her lips in the way that some sex stars’ vaginas did. How had she deserved such a beautiful woman?. And such a passionate lover. If it weren’t for Maisie, and her deep love for her, she’d be truly happy. She smiled up at Tanya, who noticed Emma’s stirring and smiled back at her through teeth whiter than teeth should be, framed by lips which even without lipstick were thick and almost red.
Tanya leaned over Emma and kissed her full on the lips, and stroked her breasts with her fingers, teasing one of them into a stiffness that she recognised as a prelude to future passion in the morning sunshine. “It was good, wasn’t it?” Tanya asked, in a voice that had to swallow the real excitement that, despite herself, she genuinely felt.
“It was perfect!” replied Emma, before planting her tongue full between Tanya’s ivory perfect teeth. “It was absolutely perfect!”
Chapter XLIII
At last the day of Josephine and Charlotte’s wedding came along. A day Charlotte had been dreading but looking forward to so much. At last she could put a seal on the love she felt towards her lover. At last she would be able to say to the world that Josephine was the one for her, and that it was her intention to stay with her until death did them part. She was equally worried about her pregnancy, now so obvious and such an added burden to her otherwise slim frame. But although biologically the unborn child couldn’t have been Josephine’s, she felt that it was spiritually. The baby for which they had both worked so hard, and which was almost certainly conceived while Josephine was there in the mass of male and female flesh of their lovemaking.
Josephine was happy. She dearly loved Charlotte and could imagine no better lover and companion. But not everyone was as happy as Charlotte and Josephine. Charlotte’s parents were horrified. They refused to even acknowledge their wedding invitation, something which brought Charlotte to tears of rage and disappointment. How could they care so little for their daughter and her happiness? They even refused to meet Josephine, and neither of the girls had the courage to visit them uninvited. Their refusal to go was for reasons which brought back to Charlotte bitter memories of their reaction when she announced to them, first that she was gay and second that she was a naturist. They believed that same sex marriages were nothing more than a mockery, that Charlotte’s pregnancy revealed her to be merely a slut who really shouldn’t cast a shadow on their threshold, and that Josephine herself was almost certainly the cause of their darling daughter’s depravity. The fact that it was to be a naturist wedding was scarcely likely to have added to their enthusiasm to witness her nuptials.
Josephine’s parents, on the other hand, were much more understanding. Although they had no enthusiasm for their daughter’s chosen career and failed to comprehend what it might be that their darling daughter saw in another woman, they took the effort to meet Charlotte whose nudity at first disturbed them, but to which they gradually got accustomed. It was just another lifestyle choice they reasoned, and not one that actually caused anyone any harm. They had great misgivings about going to a naturist wedding. They were not naturists, and indeed found the whole thing faintly ridiculous. They were pleased to see that nudity was optional and was certainly not expected of them. They were assured that great efforts would be made to ensure that textiles such as they were not going to feel excluded.
It was also reassuring that it wasn’t their daughter who was pregnant, and that, in respect to their own feelings, Josephine was not going to be naked herself. In fact, she went into the business of choosing a wedding dress with an enthusiasm which Charlotte, who was of course excluded from so doing, found quite curious. She and Susan visited countless shops which sold matrimonial wear before selecting a relatively modest, faintly golden wedding dress which they felt suited her. Charlotte restricted herself to just a veil and a garter. Any more than that and it just wouldn’t be right!
She was filled with trepidation as she waited in the church foyer for her fiancée to arrive. She felt horribly conscious of her prominent stomach. Just as much as she felt that marriage was the right thing when a baby was involved, so too did she feel that gravidity was not really the appropriate condition for such a solemn occasion. She stood with Emma who had the role of would give her away to Josephine and who was naturally not at all selfconscious about her nakedness.
Not that they were the only naked people there. The choir was similarly nude, as of course was the minister, who wore only the dog-collar which symbolised his office. Also many, but not most, of their guests were naked. There was Maisie excitedly chatting by Emma’s side, who was as comfortable as Emma in her nakedness. There was Susan’s large-breasted lover, Rosemary, who was nervously sat next to Amna and her bizarrely tattooed friend. Rosemary was naked and very much aware of the attention her enormous breasts attracted, whether she crossed her arms over her breasts or under them. Amna and Fluff were also naked, although both of them had chosen to wear large hats which had the advantage in Fluff’s case of obscuring her vulgar facial tattoo. Much as Charlotte enjoyed men’s penises, and had enjoyed more than a few on her hen-night several nights ago, she felt that erect penises were not really appropriate in a church; even a naturist one. Next to the two girls were Salim and Fatima covered by their chadors. There was Enid, also naked, sitting by the clothed figures of Edward and Hyacinth. And several naked figures from work. And also the stunningly well-dressed, if slightly haughty figure of Tanya, a woman who Emma had insisted on inviting, and who Charlotte knew was playing a bigger role in her best friend’s life. There was also Harriet who’d hurried back from an engagement in Ottawa to be there with her lover.
And then, finally, and sending Charlotte’s heart into a frenzy of activity, arrived Josephine escorted by the naked figure of Susan. Although Josephine’s dress felt slightly out of place in a naturist church, Charlotte had to admit that it did suit her very well. As always, Josephine displayed excellent restraint and taste in her choice. Susan handed Josephine over to Charlotte, who, as she took her lover’s hand in hers, was aware of how much she was also nervous and sweating from the excitement and anticipation of this the day which would seal their love forever.
The two of them hadn’t made love together since their hen-night, which had been a full orgy to which they’d invited all their friends and a number of willing men (one of which was more than likely the real father of their child). Charlotte enjoyed all the fucking, though she doubted it was as much appreciated by her unborn child whose first kicks she’d felt during a particularly frenetic session with three, or was it four, lovers. And she kept her eyes on her dear Josephine who also enjoyed her own heterosexual coupling under Emma’s faintly disapproving eye. Since that day, as tradition demanded, she’d not seen Josephine and had only spoken to her, and then at length, over the phone. Charlotte invited Emma to stay in the flat which had once been Emma’s as well and came to enjoy several nights of passion with the woman who would always remain her best friend, even though one, she was now resigned to admitting, who could never displace Josephine in her affections. Her lover had been staying with Susan, and she was sure that the two of them had also enjoyed many hours of lovemaking together, almost certainly together with Susan’s bizarrely proportioned girlfriend.
The wedding was a suitably solemn affair treated with appropriate respect by the minister who, in Charlotte’s and Josephine’s earlier conversations, had shown rather more concern for the girls’ souls than for the rightness or otherwise of same sex weddings and Charlotte’s pregnancy. Both girls promised to come to the church more often and to read the Bible. Charlotte was very nervous and still quite unhappy that her parents weren’t
there to lend their assent. It was with some difficulty that Josephine squeezed the ring onto Charlotte’s finger which had slightly swollen in her anxiety. But it was soon in place, the solemn vows made and the registry signed.
And then onto the reception which Susan and Emma had organised. There were the speeches, the food and a selection of jazz and dance music laid on by some of Emma’s colleagues from Harlot TV. Josephine’s father had decided after all his doubts and after a great deal of encouragement from her daughter to give a brief speech in which he wished the couple well. He hinted only obliquely that this had not really been the sort of marriage he’d expected for his bisexual daughter. Other speeches came from friends and colleagues, including Emma whose speech was the most professionally delivered and the most heartfelt. Soon both Charlotte and Josephine were slightly tipsy from all the champagne and very full from the delightful spread that Susan had organised and paid for. Susan had opted not to give a speech, and Charlotte was quite concerned at one stage to see her burst into tears and lean on Rosemary for comfort and consolation.
Then, the two girls were whisked off to the hotel where they were to stay for the next few days. It wasn’t very far away, as Charlotte was concerned about how travel, particularly air travel, would affect her pregnancy. As they left, Charlotte kissed her friends and Josephine’s parents goodbye, glad that despite the lack of approval from her own parents that her marriage was at least given credence by some people in what she considered to be her new family. Was she Josephine’s wife or her husband? she wondered as the taxi drove them through the city streets. Even the question of surnames had caused some debate in her mind: solved ultimately by them each adopting the other’s surname in addition to their own.
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