Chapter 5
The sun burned through the puffs of morning mist at about ten, leaving the sky a fresh washed cloudless blue. Several days had passed, and each of them had been as pleasant in appearance as this one. Since her submission to Vance, Rosemary had driven to her job each morning, sat in her plush, colorful receptionist's area, and looked pretty. She had also tried to look happy, to put a friendly ring in her voice on the phone, and to help people who came through the door find their destination instead of - as did some receptionists - hindering them.
Now it was Friday and, already as she sat at home over lunch, her job done, the weekend stretched before her. Beautiful, yes - just a glance out the window confirmed that; but. . . but. . . there would be all of those chances to think. All those lonely moments bouncing around this house filled with memories of Kevin.
And - worst of all - there would be the circle party that was held regularly each Saturday night.
It was enough to put Rosemary into the depths of despair.
The telephone rang, from way at the other end of the house, and Rosemary sprang up from her lunch to run for it.
"Hello, Rosemary," said the voice, "this is Linda."
"Linda? Rosemary wondered. Was there a Linda in the circle? Rosemary said "Yes?" in her receptionist's tone.
"Linda Kingsby," the voice went on.
"Oh, Linda!" said Rosemary, now recognizing her cousin's voice. "How are you, dear? How's the school break?"
"Just fine, Rosemary," Linda said.
"Did you hear Kevin's coming back?" asked Rosemary.
"Yes, we just heard. We're happy for you." Linda was a second cousin on Rosemary's mother's side, and had seen Kevin only on a few visits. "Say listen," Linda went on, "how's the spare room situation? I mean, my friend Ingrid and I would like to spend two weeks in Redwood City. The school vacation's so long, and we're getting tired of sitting home in San Jose. We thought maybe we could visit you for the next two weeks. What do you say? We wouldn't be any trouble, Rosemary, and we could help you around the house."
"Sure, Linda," Rosemary said. "I'd love to have you. Sure, bring your friend too. I could use some company around here - it does get lonely."
"Great! Can we come today?" Linda asked.
"Whenever you want," said Rosemary.
"Good, we'll have Mom drop us off sometime this afternoon, O.K.?"
"Yes, Linda, I'm happy about it. See you then."
Rosemary went back to her cold lunch and began eating the now tasteless food, happy that she would have some company around the house for a few weeks. She could use that, someone to talk to, someone to do things with . . .
She froze stiff, a fork with it load of food clamped in her mouth.
Two girls, she now realized. Two attractive, teenage girls! Who lived nearby. Two acceptable . . . new members . . .of the circle!
This idea came to her with such force that it made her blood run cold, and she removed the fork from her mouth, swallowing the food in a lump. All through lunch, her conscience was telling her no, was making her sit frozen stiff and trembling, her pulse throbbing in her temples. Of course, she shouldn't do it, but if she were to do it? If she did actually succeed in doing it. . .
Then she would be free!
After finally finishing eating, she got up and began to rapidly pace the living room, beating a path from the coffee table with Kevin's telegram all the way to the hall with its little gallery of Spanish etchings, and then back again, her gaze on the floor and her mind locked in a rapt concentration. She did not know how long she paced like that, but it must have been a half hour or more. Of course, it was wrong, she thought over and over. But if. . . If, if, if Linda was - Rosemary remembered - rather young and tender, to say nothing of being a relative. But yet... a second cousin was not very close; a second cousin was, in fact, almost no relative at all, Rosemary told herself. And the other girl Rosemary remembered meeting once. She was indeed no relative at all, and a miniature Jane Mansfield; quite likely she would be no bastion of innocence .. .
Less than two hours after the girl's phone call, the doorbell rang.
Rosemary stopped to check herself in the hall mirror. Did she look like a corrupter of children? Of relatives? Did she look like a woman who would be capable of doing a such vile thing? Did she look like she was wildly and desperately plotting, scheming?
No-no to all of them.
Which only showed how appearances lied, for her mind was now resolved to use any trick in her power to trap these two unsuspecting girls into the circle, in order to buy her own freedom.
She rushed to the door.
"Rosemary!" said Linda, who was taller than she, and a natural blonde. "You're looking great. It's good to see you again."
Ingrid, too, extended her hand. "It's nice of you to take us, Mrs. White," she said. Ingrid was tall and more fully built than Linda, and her blonde hair was peroxided.
She wore hot pants out of which peeked the lower curve of her firm young buttocks.
Rosemary motioned the girls inside, carrying in their suitcases, and took them on a tour of the house since Ingrid had not been there before. She showed them the recreation room downstairs, the little wine cellar, the collection of Spanish prints in the hall by the living room, and upstairs the guest room; on the return trip she paused before her own bedroom.
"This is where Kevin and I slept," she said.
The girls nodded, thinking that was perhaps a strange way to point out the bedroom.
"And to tell the truth," Rosemary added jokingly, "we did a little more than just sleep here!"
Linda flushed a bright red; Ingrid chuckled throatily; and Rosemary took note of both reactions. She was plotting.
The assembly headed back toward the living room, Rosemary following the girls and watching Ingrid walk bouncingly in her hot pants. Her skin was tanned but enough of her buttocks peeked out to reveal a strip of white as well; her young rounded ass cheeks were so firm that they rose and fell in one motion, as single, rounded pieces of flesh, with now quivering whatever about them. Rosemary unobtrusively studied the girls' figures in this way, making note of good points and bad, as though she were the madam of a brothel planning to entice some new innocents.
"Tell me," she said as they all sat again in the living room, "how old are you? I've forgotten, I must confess."
"I'm almost eighteen," said Ingrid, accepting Rosemary's proffered cigarette.
"And I'm sixteen," said second cousin Linda, refusing the cigarette.
"And I'm twenty-five and my name is Sexually Frustrated!" said Rosemary jokingly, taking note of the girls' reaction Ingrid laughed with her, drawing on her cigarette; Linda uncomfortably crossed her legs.
It was enough for now, Rosemary decided. She would have to be careful discussing sex with them, particularly with Linda, and for now she would drop it entirely. She would talk about other things with them, in a friendly way, so that they would learn to trust her and lower their guard.
Rosemary fixed the hungry girls a lunch and brought it to them in the living room. "It was nice of you," Ingrid said, "to let us come here. Redwood City is so much more rural and pleasant than San Jose."
"Yes," added Linda, her legs crossed in such a careless way that Rosemary could see one tight elastic leg band of her sheer white panties. "It will be like a real vacation to us. We can relax, and sun in the yard."
"And swim," added Rosemary. "We've got a pool."
"Gee!" said Ingrid.
"And ride," Rosemary went on. 'There's a stable just down the road, where they board horses. One of them is mine and you can also take out Kevin's. We've got lots of good riding trails around here. Do you know how to ride?"
"Yes, certainly," said the older peroxided Ingrid.
"No," said younger Linda. It was amazing, Rosemary reflected, how thoroughly virginity penetrated a personality.
"Then I'll teach you," Rosemary said. "I'll teach you everything!"
The girls had a nice evening and later Rosemary put them to bed up in the guest room, retiring herself in the big master bed, her head full of the nuances of her plot. It mustn't fail, she told herself over and over again.
They all slept in on Saturday until the sun had nearly burned through the morning fog - about nine-thirty, then Rosemary heard activity in the adjacent guest room. The girls were up. Rosemary herself got out of bed, wrapped a bathrobe around her, and walked silently to the guest room where she flung open the door. She'd caught - just as she had hoped - both girls just as they shed their pajamas, both revealingly naked.
"Oh!" Rosemary said gently, "I'm sorry, I thought you were still in bed," she lied, unobtrusively studying their young curvaceous bodies. She had to see, after all, if they would be acceptable to Vance - if their bodies weren't good, there was no point in going through all the rest of her plot to bring them to the circle.
Linda had ripely budding breasts with small round nipples that were positively pink. Her body looks fresh-born and untouched, her pubic hair a sparse wispy blonde matching the long natural blonde hair on her head. Her legs were youthfully slender and curvaceously formed. Rosemary could see no scars or abnormalities in Linda's body and was content.
"I just wanted to tell you about the bathroom," Rosemary went on. "The towels and washcloths on the right of the sink are yours, and with the shower you've got to run the hot water for a couple of minutes before getting in, there's something wrong with the hot water heater. I'm saving it for Kevin to fix." In the length of these few statements Rosemary had also confirmed her good impression from the previous day of Ingrid's fully matured body.
Ingrid's soft cunt curls were coal black, in contrast to the peroxided hair on her head. Her breasts were large hanging much lower than pert Linda's or Rosemary's own beauties - but well-shaped, full, and capped with large, deep-red nipples. Though Ingrid was the type who would probably like to run bra-less, she would have to wear one simply because of the size and weight of her enormously formed breasts. As with many young girls, the deep narrow crevice between her firm curving buttocks began surprisingly far down her back - and the white portion which had been covered by her bikini began still farther down. Unlike Linda, Ingrid had not the tiniest ounce of baby fat on her body - she was lean, fully developed but trim, and most likely already knew what sex was all about.
"Thanks, Rosemary," the girls said, thinking she really came to tell them about the bathroom. Rosemary returned to her own room and dressed bra-less and in skimpy hot pants. She was going to set the hopefully impressionable young girls an example today.
Over breakfast she got them to talk about boys. She listened patiently to stories about football heroes and unattainable rock idols, but the stories were disappointingly chaste. Rosemary pressed on, for the girls now clearly trusted her and were talking freely with her.
"There's a party tonight," Rosemary began, "at the house of an acquaintance of mine. Or rather, his castle. It hangs on rocks right over the sea. He has gobs of money and nice friends. I was planning to go, and he already said I could bring some others if I wanted. Would you like to come?"
"Sure!" chimed the girls in unison.
At about noon she took them riding, giving Linda her own gentle horse, Ingrid Kevin's, and riding herself on a rented mare. The three rode side by side, but Rosemary waited until the time was ripe, and then she said: "You know, I'll confess something." The horse bounced her up and down on her sensitive spread apart loins on the saddle. "Do you know one reason I like to ride?" she grinned over at the teenage girls.
Ingrid caught her meaning. "Because," eighteen year old Ingrid said, "because ... it feels good."
"Right," Rosemary laughed. "Horse riding is made for us women. God knows," she went on in a more serious vein, the girls bouncing along beside her, "I don't have any sexual satisfaction these days. I mean ... I think I can talk to you like adults, can't I?"
The girls said she could.
"I am one frustrated woman," Rosemary said. "Kevin has been gone almost two years. And he knew how to play my body like a fine violin. And I got used to it, like a wife is supposed to. I need it. And what do I have now? The back of this horse!" she laughed.
Both girls laughed with her. Rosemary switched to talking about the terrain, where the trails led, and then she returned to her subject.
"I will confess something - but promise you won't let it get any further than us three."
"It's a secret," the more naive, sixteen year old Linda said.
"We are going to a party tonight, right? You know how it is sometimes at parties - there are rooms away from the main crowd and, well, sometimes things can happen there." She paused. "Well, this is one frustrated woman who won't mind if something happens there!"
Linda blushed and was silent. Ingrid, though, caught up in the free talk, said, "And this is another!"
Rosemary seized the opportunity. "Are you a virgin?" she asked Ingrid point blank.
"No," answered Ingrid. "I was until -well, until I was Linda's age. But I've had intercourse several times now. Not with just anyone, of course! But ... I mean ... if the situation's right... I wouldn't mind."
The girls rode on, coming now onto a field from which they could glimpse the distant blue Pacific with its white breakers. There was a silence because it was the younger, natural blonde Linda's turn to confess. Rosemary helped her cousin.
"Linda, I think you are a virgin, right?" Rosemary asked.
"Yes," replied Linda. "I've petted with boy friends. But I've never . . . gone all the way." There was an awkward silence among the three. "But I've nothing against it," Linda added.
"Perhaps you shouldn't come with us tonight," Rosemary said, using reverse psychology, "because knowing these particular people, there is a fair chance something might happen. It's a pretty fast crowd. I mean, it's up to you."
Linda swallowed. "I'm game if you are," she said.
'Then we'll all go," Rosemary said, "and have a good time. And if, in the course of duty, we have to lower our drawers ..." she joked, leaving the sentence unfinished. The girls rode a broad circle around the field and headed back toward the stables.
There was still one more thing left in Rosemary's plot. She had the girls prepared now - at least in theory - to have intercourse tonight, but they weren't prepared to take part in the planned, orgiastic sort of group fucking which would take place at the circle party. The remainder of her intricate plot was to advance the girls' preparation until they would be ready for even this. Although Rosemary was doing something wrong in trapping the girls into the circle, her conscience at least made her prepare them as much as they could be, instead of simply leading them there like sheep to the slaughter.
The medium for this last instruction was a little cabinet full of books in the basement by the wine cellar. Kevin had collected the books in his travels as a single man around the world, and Rosemary hadn't minded his keeping them when they got married because she herself liked them.
"Let's have some wine," Rosemary said, leading the girls down to the wine cellar. She picked a bottle, blew off the dust, and on the way back pointed to the little cabinet and said, "For God's sake don't look in there! It's not locked, but I'll trust you. It would corrupt you. In there are Kevin's pictures of things that aren't so nice."
They all drank wine in the living room. Then Rosemary said she had to go out - and she did: to the garden where she could watch through the basement window what transpired. First Linda, and then Ingrid, came down in the basement and sat before the cabinet greedily pulling out the contents and examining the photographs and etchings from Japan, France, India . ..
Rosemary gave them a good hour of the forbidden surreptitious looking before she came loudly down into the basement saying, "Now where did I put that iron?" She caught, of course, the two girls red-handed and frightened.
"I'm surprised at you!" Rosemary said, softening her anger to a smile. "You girls must be faster than I thought."
Caught in the act and blushing, the relieved girls - glad that Rosemary wasn't mad or threatening them with telling their parents - agreed. Rosemary came and kneeled on the floor beside them, their slighted sex-flushed bodies.
"This one is nice," Rosemary said, flipping through the obscene book Linda held tremblingly before her. "From India." She pointed to a photo of a woman thirstily sucking a man's long white cock: "I've done that," she said in a low husky tone of confession. "Would you?"
"I've done it, too," Ingrid came back.
"And this," Rosemary went on, pointing to a lust-stirring etching of sodomy, "I have not done, but I wouldn't mind it." In this way, the three girls all continued flipping anxiously through the pages, showing especially good pictures to the others.
When the impressionable young teenagers were panting with growing desire and Rosemary could see Linda secretively grinding her heated little cunt against her heels she kneeled, Rosemary added in confidence: "I'll tell you a secret. Tonight, we'll have the chance to do all of it. I'm positive it's going to be a sex party and turn into a regular orgy."
"Oh good!" said Ingrid passionately.
"Neat!" said Linda, so helplessly excited was she.
Some hours later the pretty adolescent girls got ready to go to the party. Car keys in her hand, Rosemary paused before the door. She pushed up her short skirt and yanked at her silk bikini panties until they came down to her knees, and then she stepped suggestively out of them. She flung the panties casually across the room.
"Might as well do it now as later!" Rosemary said.
And, in excited imitation, the two malleable teenage girls did the same. So thoroughly had Rosemary broken them down, from proper young women this morning - one of them a virgin - through various well-planned passion inciting stages in the afternoon until now finally they were more than eager to go out whoring.
Sitting in the Porsche speeding toward Vance's mansion, the short upriding skirts of the tall, lithe girls did not even cover their pantiless vaginas.