Chapter 11
The next day, when Carol wanted to go walking in the city, Adam quickly told her he'd go with her. It was always that way, when she left the house, either Adam or Beth went with her.
After her life of seclusion, the city was exciting to her. At first, the speed of everything and the noise of the city frightened her, but she soon got over that and found it exciting.
On her first few trips she had mustered the courage to buy things, to talk to salespeople. She returned smiles eagerly when she received them, and there were many, especially from males who were stunned by her beauty.
Almost every time she went out, either Beth or Adam warned her against too freely returning the smiles men gave her. They told her the men were undressing her with their eyes and would be quick to take advantage if they thought she would give them a chance.
"Isn't that silly," she commented to Beth after one such warning.
"What do you mean silly?"
"I mean when I start going to orgies with you and Adam, I'll be expected to let men undress me not with their eyes, but with their hands. They'll strip me naked, play with my bare body all over, suck my tits and my cunt, fuck me, give me their cocks to suck and all that. Now you tell me I shouldn't smile at strangers on the street. Perhaps you can explain that to me, though I doubt it," she finished with a teasing grin, sensing that she had backed Beth into a corner from which she wasn't going to escape easily.
"But when you go to orgies, you'll be among our friends," Beth explained. "People you meet on the street are strangers."
She persisted with her explanation, and after a while, Carol pretended to accept it. She knew Beth would report the conversation to Adam and wondered how he would react to it.
The next time she went out with Adam, she waited until the first time he chastised her for returning the smile of a man, then threw him the question she had fed Beth previously;
His answer was so ready and so similar to that which Beth had given her that she was sure the two had discussed it.
"But," she countered firmly but without anger, "that's just the point. They're your friends. Where are mine?"
"Be reasonable, Carol," he said frowning, "Consider your background. How could you have friends? You will meet many of our friends and they'll be your as well. Just give it a chance. It won't be long before you'll have such a busy social life that you won't be able to keep up with it. Beth and I have slowed down to give you a chance to adjust before bringing you into our full social circle. Perhaps we've waited too long though."
They discussed the matter a while longer, then agreed to drop it. Still, Carol was left with the feeling that she was not really a free woman, but a beautifully kept and admired thing.
She was the wife and had no freedom. Beth, the maid, on the other hand, shared the role of wife and also had complete freedom to come and go when and where she chose.
Carol saw that she needed time and help to adjust from her background as a recluse to living in a big city filled with strangers, but there was a nagging doubt in the back of her mind that her husband and the maid were not really helping her make that adjustment, that they would prefer to keep her unsophisticated, just a beautiful thing to have around the house, someone who was completely dependent on them.
I'm still young enough, she told herself, to change and to become a normal human being. I'm rich and I'm more beautiful than most women, yet even the poorest of them have more freedom than I.
They were sitting in a restaurant and all through their conversation, Carol was aware of a woman staring at her in the same hungry way Doreen had done during her visit to the house.
At first, it angered her, then a new thought came into her mind. She had complained that she had no friends of her own. Here, if she could arrange it, was a chance to meet someone of her own choosing without having Adam and Beth arrange it for her.
She sensed that the woman would want to do more or less what Doreen wanted to do to her, and yet it was different in that this woman would not be imposed on her by Adam, she was in a position to say either yes or no to the woman. She had the choice this time.
Carol noticed that the woman had finished meal, but remained at the table sipping one cup of coffee after another. When Adam was not looking at her, she would flash a quick return smile to the woman whose face lit up each time.
She was a well dressed, fashionable looking woman with a slim but good looking figure. Carol guessed her age at late thirties or perhaps early forties. Somehow, she knew, she was going to have to find a way to talk to her. With Adam sitting at the table, it was not going to be easy. If only he would go to the washroom, she thought, perhaps she could find the courage to go and talk to the woman.
Only then did she realize that there was no need to wait for him to leave the table, the woman could be gone by then.
"Excuse me dear," she said, "I have to go to the washroom. Will you accompany me there?"
A hurt look came over his face and she regretted having opened the old sore.
"I'm sorry, darling," she told him, putting a hand on his. "Really I was only teasing."
When his smile returned and he told her he would spank her for it when they got home, she giggled and got to her feet.
Although she could have chosen an alternative route across the restaurant, Carol chose to pass the table at which the woman sat. Before reaching it; she flashed her a warm smile and saw the woman tremble a little. It was enough to more than confirm her idea that the woman desired her body and it sent little tremors through her as well.
As she walked down the stairs, it was all she could do to avoid turning around to see whether the woman was following her. At the foot of the stairs, she looked back and her heart fell when she saw that there was no one there. She wondered if she could have been wrong, could have mistaken friendliness for something else.
If so, she thought, and a sad frown clouded her lovely face, then perhaps Adam and Beth were right, perhaps she was too unsophisticated to be allowed to roam the city alone.
In the washroom; she checked to ensure that the cubicles were empty, then stood before the mirror patting her hair. It was really not more than a minute, but it seemed like hours before the door opened and the woman hurried in, closing the door behind her and checking under the cubicles as Carol had done.
"They're all empty, I checked," she told the woman.
"My God, I must be dreaming," the woman said with a sigh that was close to a groan. "You can't be so beautiful and so," she paused, "friendly."
"Yes I can and I'm so glad you came."
"I still don't believe it. I can't be that lucky."
I haven't much time. My name is Carol and I want to meet you."
"My name is Evelyn," the woman replied taking a card from her purse and handing it to her, "and I want to meet you so badly my teeth ache. Please let me touch you to be sure I'm not dreaming."
"Go ahead," Carol told her, smiling and taking a step toward her.
The woman's hands closed around the form of Carol's big, firm breasts and squeezed gently.
"You have a good touch," Carol told her. "I want to feel your hands on me when I'm naked. I'll do things to you too."
"Oh God," the woman groaned and her hands squeezed again, a little more strongly. "Please phone me as soon as you can. I won't even leave the phone to go to the bathroom until you do."
"It isn't easy for me, but somehow I'll find a way tomorrow, without fail."
"Oh please. Please let me see more of you," the woman begged, her eyes moving to the hem of Carol's dress, hunger in them.
Without pausing, Carol caught the hem of her dress in both hands pulled it above the tops of her panties and turned slowly to allow Evelyn a thorough inspection of her lower body and thighs. At the sight of her, tears flooded the woman's eyes and her whole body trembled violently. Although Carol wore panties, the sheer, white nylon did nothing to hide her beauty but served instead to make it more exciting by covering without hiding.
Flicking a glance toward the door, the woman crouched, gripped Carol's firm buttocks and pressed her face between her thighs where the narrow strip of nylon curved under her warm body. She inhaled deeply, then Carol let her dress fall into place.
"I'll get to you as soon as I can," she promised, then turned and left the room.
She was completely composed when she returned to the table and Adam who greeted her with a smile.
"Feel better, darling?" he asked as he seated her with his usual charm.
"So much better, darling," she told him with a dreamy smile. "It's just amazing how such a short trip can make such a difference."
"You make a pee sound like a thrilling sexual experience," Adam told her, smiling.
"I guess it can be like that at times, now that you mention it," she replied.
Carol was thrilled at her performance. She recalled how she had come to him as a completely innocent, unsophisticated girl, a child really. He had helped her develop, but now she was taking it from there, adding to the things she had learned from Adam and Beth and making a woman of herself, a woman with a mind, with a craving for a degree of freedom and dignity she knew to be her right.
She hoped that she would be able to share her new life with Adam and even with Beth, but with or without him or them, she determined, she was going to have it. She would gladly share her body, but she would own it.
In her intense excitement, she warned herself to take her time, to learn to walk confidently before running blindly into freedom and the relatively unknown.