Romantic Fiction - Jean

Chapter 7: Party

Johnnie rang at the weekend. The party was the following Saturday. He said he'd ring on that morning to let me know where it was. Such secrecy.

I had made up my mind that whatever happened at the party I would join in, I would not be reticent, I would not show my inexperience. I would be bold and confident.

During the week I rang Sotheby's. They put me through to the wine department and a very polite gentleman explained they had regular auctions, that I could sell any quantity from a case upwards and would I like someone to come and view what I had? The next auction was some time away, but he would give my phone number to one of their approved local valuers who would be in touch. It all sounded straightforward.

As I waited for the day of the party the thought that I might subsequently hold my own party came to me. A party where I could be queen bee, mistress, directing the partygoers as I saw fit. As I thought about this more and more the idea grew on me.

But first I wanted to see what went on at these parties.

Saturday was a chilly day. I lazed in the bath for most of the afternoon, wondering what would happen to me before the day was out. Johnnie rang while I was in the bath. I took the call in the bedroom.

"Got a pen?" Johnnie said.

He gave me the address and directions. It wasn't all that far. Eight thirty start. He seemed in a bit of a hurry. I wanted to tell him I was standing there naked, dripping, and say something dirty to him, but he was gone.

I dressed slowly. I put the boots on first and admired myself in the mirror. Then the studded collar. I looked magnificent. The bra made me look huge, my breasts standing out in front of me, my nipples fully exposed. I chafed them and they stiffened. I would do that this evening before I arrived. Samantha was right about the swell of my breasts, they looked plump and soft. I sat on the bed to don the leather knickers. They comprised one leather strand at the back and five at the front, and a strand at the waist that had to be tied. Not much for thirty seven pounds! Still, I pulled them up over my boots.

I opened my legs wide and guided the middle strand into the central slit of my sex. The next two strands I lodged between inner and outer lips, pulling on my inner lips to stretch them so the strands would stay in place, as Paula had done. The outer strands framed the picture. I pulled the back tight into the cleft of my bottom and felt the knot where back and front thongs joined push against my anus. A pleasant feeling. Pulling up hard on the front and back to keep everything in place - that felt nice too - I stood up. I tied the waistband. I walked a pace or two. It felt uncomfortable, rubbing and squeezing me in a lot of unfamiliar places. After a few paces the neatly placed strings fell out. I found that only if I pulled up tight on the back and the front would they stay put when I walked. Pulling that tight made everything look quite obscene: the lips of my sex stood out like mountain ridges, the middle strand invisible inside me except where it rubbed over my clitoris. It didn't split into a V shape as Paula had said, but I found that by moving the waistband left and right I could induce the most wonderful sensations. Like that time in the car with Harry all those years ago. If Harry could see me now.

I let the knickers hang down loose for now - I'd pull everything into place when the time was right.

The dress. It certainly didn't hide anything. Did it add mystery? I wasn't sure. Still, I could hardly go to a party without a dress on, could I? I was looking forward to this.

I donned a long coat and buttoned it carefully.

I found the place easily. I was early so I stopped nearby and waited. I was nervous but in control. When it was time to go I took a few deep breaths, pulled the knickers into place and set off for the house.

There were several cars parked in the driveway, but I couldn't see Johnnie's. I took a final deep breath and got out of the car. Trying not to shake I walked to the front door and pressed the bell.

After what seemed an age the door was opened by a middle aged man. I knew him. It was Roger Freeman, a businessman who had been an occasional benefactor to the Parish Council. I'm not sure who was the more shocked, him or me.

He quickly pulled the door almost shut behind him.

"Jean," he greeted me. "What brings you here? I'm afraid I've go rather a houseful at the moment, was there something urgent or could I give you a ring tomorrow?"

Had I come to the wrong house? No, this was the address Johnnie had given me. Half of me wanted to apologise for calling at a bad time and leave gracefully. But no.

"Roger, I may have got the wrong address, but I thought there was a party here tonight? Johnnie invited me?"

Roger looked at me wide eyed. "Johnnie invited you?" Then it dawned on him. "Jean? Jeanie?"

"That's right," I said.

"Jean, Jeanie," he repeated in astonishment. "I had no idea, no idea."

He was still standing there, frozen in the doorway.

"Well," I said. "Are you going to let me in?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Please, come in." He opened the door and stood aside. I drew myself up to my full height, took my coat off and put it over his arm as if he were the butler.

He looked at me dumbstruck, at my breasts, my nipples standing proud. "Jean, I..."

I left him stammering there and headed towards the sound of voices. I pinched my nipples. I pulled the thongs of my knickers obscenely into place. I took a deep breath, pulled my shoulders back and, determined to be bold and confident, I opened the door.

The sight that greeted me was the most shocking, the most terrible, the most appalling sight of my whole life. It was beyond belief. My jaw dropped. I was rooted to the spot. I just could not believe my eyes.

There before me were twenty or thirty people dressed perfectly normally, standing around with drinks enjoying a cocktail party. As I entered all eyes turned towards me and silence, a stunned, deathly hush descended on the room.

For a horrible moment I thought I was going to wet myself. This could not be happening. I couldn't move. My only thought was: 'Johnnie, you bastard, you BASTARD!"

Making an effort not to faint I turned to walk out. But then I heard a familiar voice.

"Jeanie."

I turned again. The throng had parted. There, standing at the far end of the room was Johnnie. He was naked except for several fine gold chains tied to his penis which hung down to his knees. The chains that is, not his penis.

I couldn't make sense of it all. I was dazed. Everyone started laughing.

Roger Freeman came into the room behind me. "Welcome to the party, Jean," he said warmly. "Forgive my rudeness out there. Johnnie had told me a lot about you but I would never in a million years have guessed it was you.

And now everyone, most of them young people in their twenties, were coming towards me and each of them welcomed me to the party and kissed me on the cheek.

Last to welcome me was Johnnie.

"Johnnie, you bastard!" I hissed at him. "What is all this about?"

"Jeanie," he said, concerned. "You look a bit pale. Here, come and have a drink." He put his arm around me and we went into the kitchen. He poured me a large brandy.

"I nearly died when I walked in there!" I said after a gulp of the brandy.

"Jeanie, baby, you made one hell of an entrance, one hell of an entrance. You look," he leaned back to look me up and down, "fabulous, stunning, gorgeous."

"Why is everyone dressed so properly?" I said.

"They are at the moment," he said. "Anyway, I'm not. And you're not."

"Ha ha."

As Johnnie and I talked people wandered in and out but took no notice of us, despite the fact we were practically naked. Johnnie was sitting astride the bench, his penis lying on it.

"This is what I ought to do to you," I said, bringing my hand down as if to crush his thing. Johnnie didn't flinch and of course I stopped short of tenderising him.

I began to regain my composure and notice more of what was going on around me. A couple were smooching in a corner of the kitchen, but nothing untoward seemed to be happening.

A tall girl came in, big boobs, lots of blonde hair, gold around her neck, wrists and ankles. She was wearing a low cut, short tiger skin dress.

"You've got a bit of colour in your cheeks now," she said. "I think we gave you a bit more of a shock than we intended."

"You certainly did," I said.

"By the way," she said. "I'm Johnnie's wife. Johnnie tells me you're a great fuck."

Well! What do you say to that? I shook her extended hand and smiled. For some reason I had expected Johnnie's wife to be a mousy thing, not this brassy blonde.

"Thank you," I said.

"See you later," Johnnie's wife said, dragging Johnnie away and leaving me on my own.

A man, around 40, introduced himself. "Hello," he said. "I'm Josh, we spoke on the phone?"

'Josh?' I thought. I don't know any Josh.

"Josh, the dentist?" he said helpfully.

I still looked blank.

"Paula's husband?"

"Ah, Josh," I said.

"Paula tells me you fell for her little game hook line and sinker!" he said gleefully.

"I'm sorry, I'm not quite with you," I said.

Josh looked awkward. "Oops, have I let a cat out of a bag? Ahem. Maybe I'll see you later?" And he beat a hasty retreat.

Feeling a little stronger now I ventured back into the main room. I stood in the doorway and looked around. Everyone behaving with perfect decorum. My breasts were standing out like torpedoes, my nipples visible for all to see and my sex displayed in a most obvious way, yet I did not feel in the least uneasy.

I spied Paula and Samantha. At least I knew them. I spotted Roger Freeman on a sofa deep in conversation with a very young looking girl.

I headed for Paula and Samantha. They were talking to a young couple. Paula was wearing a clinging red dress. Samantha wore white socks, a little blue skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was plaited into a pony tail.

"Jean," Paula greeted me warmly. "You look magnificent!" She studied me closely. "Sammy does have an eye for these things, doesn't she?"

I wanted to ask Paula what Josh had meant: I took her by the arm and guided her away from the group. Not wanting to appear totally stupid I said: "Paula, that day at your house, tell me about it."

"There's not much to tell, is there? Johnnie rang me, said you were experimenting, you know with various things, and you weren't sure whether you wanted to try it with another woman, so Johnnie had the idea of kitting you out for a party and - well - you know the rest!"

"So all that about it being a little business was made up for my benefit?"

"Uhuh, yes it was. Johnnie didn't think a direct approach to, ah, female love would be such a good idea, so we thought we'd see how far we could go with you without it being too, well, direct, without you having to make a commitment as it were."

"So it was all an excuse to do what you did?" I said.

"That's right."

"You knew all along how turned on I was getting and you kept such a straight face."

"We could hardly fail to notice," Paula laughed. "You were running like a river. And shaking like a leaf."

I shook my head. I had been had. In more ways than one.

"But why did you stop when you did?" I asked.

Paula shrugged. Samantha joined us and wanted to ask Paula something.

"Paula," Samantha said. "That man over there wants me to go and sit on his knee."

"Go on, Sammy, that's all right. His name is Simon," Paula said.

Samantha went and sat on her suitor's lap.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," I said. "But what is your relationship with Samantha?"

"Sammy? Oh, she lives with Josh and me, a lodger you might say. She's a student studying to be a librarian or something. Sammy!" Paula called to her.

Sammy turned. Paula beckoned her over. Sammy hopped off Simon's lap and came over. "What is it you do at college exactly?"

"I am studying to be a librarian," Sammy said.

"Yes, I thought so," Paula said. "Jean, you look as though you could do with another drink. What would you like?"

"I think I'll go and get myself a small brandy," I said. I didn't usually drink, but the brandy was relaxing me.

Paula turned to Sammy. "Sammy, get Jean a small brandy, and white wine for me."

"OK," Sammy said pleasantly, and off she trotted.

I asked Paula about Sammy again, but she evaded the question.

When Sammy returned with our drinks Paula said to her: "Thanks, Sammy. OK, back to Simon."

And Sammy went back and sat on Simon's lap.

Roger Freeman joined us. "Jean, what can I say. Recovered from the shock?"

"You were the one who looked shocked when I arrived," I said.

"I was," Roger said. "I didn't for one moment link Jean and Jeanie."

"And when I took my coat off," I said. "Was that real surprise or were you expecting me to be dressed like this?"

"I knew Jeanie would be dressed like that, but I never thought Jean Baxter would! Nor that she would look so absolutely stunning if she did." He looked down, in an obvious way, at my breasts.

I laughed. "So, who are all these people?" I said.

He pointed out each person in turn, telling me who they were. He missed out one boy sitting on his own looking nervous.

"Who's he?" I asked.

Paula interjected: "He's a friend of Sammy's, they're at college together."

"Poor boy. Sammy seems to be ignoring him completely."

"They're not really together, if you know what I mean," Paula said. "Sammy told him she was going to a party, I think he invited himself."

Roger Freeman said: "I'll see you later," and went to circulate.

Sammy's friend looked so lonely that I went to join him. When he saw me approaching me looked away, pretending he hadn't seen me. When I was beside him he stood up and introduced himself as Martin. He shook my hand and never once lowered his gaze below my eye level. He looked like a nice boy, a young nineteen year old. I sat down beside him and tried to make him feel at ease, asking him about college.

Before our conversation had got very far Johnnie appeared. He had dressed and was now wearing a pair of trousers made of fine clinging cheese cloth which left nothing to the imagination.

He put a hand on my shoulder then addressed the room.

"Everyone! Please! Lend me your lug 'oles." And when there was quiet: "Firstly, thank you for playing along with our little surprise for Jeanie."

There was a ripple of laughter. Johnnie was speaking very deliberately, almost speaking the Queen's English.

"We certainly did give Jeanie a surprise, but the colour has at last returned to her cheeks."

"I can't see her cheeks!" someone piped up.

Everyone laughed.

"You will," Johnnie said. "You will."

More laughter.

"Now, Jeanie doesn't know I know this, but it is her birthday next week, and it's a big one, it has a nought on the end of it. Yes, that's right: she's twenty next week."

How did he know it was my birthday?

"And I'm sure you'd agree she's in bloody good shape for a twenty year old."

Shouts of 'here, here.'

"I hope I look as good as that when I'm twenty."

"Better start taking the hormones, Johnnie," someone suggested.

"I've got a surprise present for you, Jeanie. Would you like to stand up and open it?"

I stood up, blushing at all the attention. Johnnie handed me an oblong package.

"Open the box!" someone shouted.

I unwrapped it to find two video cassettes. There were no labels. I looked inquisitively at Johnnie.

"Sammy," Johnnie said. "Put them on."

Sammy put one of the tapes into the video machine. While attention was diverted Johnnie whispered to me: "Just say 'stop' and I'll stop it. Promise."

Johnnie ushered me to a chair in front of the TV. People gathered behind us. Sammy started the tape going.

The picture showed an empty room. A woman walked into view and started to undress. I looked once, I looked twice. My God, it was me!

"Johnnie!" I hissed into his ear. He winked at me.

On screen there I was, removing my dress, my bra.

Someone behind me said: "Nice!"

On screen I was looking uncertain about the knickers. Someone said: "Get 'em off!"

When I finally did, they all applauded. Paula and Samantha came into view. They looked at me, discussed me, touched me. Then there was that moment when Paula's hand 'accidentally' brushed against my sex, the touch that had, on reflection, given me such a rush. Now Paula was behind me, holding my breasts, not so much showing them to Sammy I now realised, more to the camera.

Now we watched Paula pinching my nipples. Everyone laughed at the feebleness of her excuse about peep hole bras. Someone said 'lezzie' in a sing song voice. Now, there I was, turning my bottom to the camera, leaning over, and Paula parting my buttocks to give the audience a good view of my anus.

Strangely I didn't feel at all embarrassed as I watched myself. I was fascinated to see how I looked on the screen.

After Sammy had bent down to look at my sex and had said she couldn't see, we walked out of shot.

While Sammy changed the video tapes over Johnnie whispered: "OK, Jeanie?" I nodded and held his hand. I was getting quite turned on by watching myself perform for all these people.

On the screen I was now sitting on the edge of that table, opening my legs wide to give the camera, a different camera now, a full view of my sex. And you could see everything. So that's what I looked like to other people.

Again someone said: "Nice, very nice."

And then on screen Paula and Samantha were touching me, feeling me, all the time talking inanely about different types of leather knickers. It was all so contrived I could not imagine how I had been taken in. Now Paula was pulling back the hood of my clitoris. And my face! The anguished look! How I could have thought at the time that my excitement wasn't evident I can't imagine.

Behind me people seemed to be enjoying the show. Right behind me a girl was groping her boyfriend's obviously erect penis through his trousers. I wanted to look round to see what else might be going on, but I didn't want to miss the show.

There we were, Paula and Sammy fingering my sex, poking at it, pulling it. You could see the juices running down between my buttocks, everything looked wet.

Then, on screen, Paula handcuffed me and tied my hands down above my head with some feeble excuse about seeing if the cuffs would rub. Seeing them on the screen, I realised I had forgotten to bring them with me.

Behind me, amongst the audience, I heard a zip being undone. I glanced over my shoulder. The girl had got her boyfriend's penis out and was stroking it. Nobody seemed to mind or notice. He had one hand down the front of her knickers.

Now Paula was shaving me. So that was why she had sat on such a low stool, so the camera could see over her. Now Sammy was washing me and I was really squirming.

Someone behind me said: "I think she's going to come, I think she is."

And then that glorious, glorious moment when Sammy's tongue touched my sex, my bottom off the table, every muscle tensed.

People behind me were saying: 'Here she comes', 'there she blows', 'go on, Sammy!'

And then that awful moment when Paula came into the room and whacked Sammy with the ruler.

Cries of: 'Paula, you spoilsport'. And then me dressing, shaking like a leaf, looking dazed.

The video ended. Everyone clapped. I stood up and with mock ceremony and took a little bow.

I was aroused.

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