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Join Date: May 2010
Location: New Zealand
Posing naked and other things
It was going to be the first time Ella had posed nude and though it was for her art class and therefore appropriate she was still apprehensive as she waited. It wasn’t as if she were a prude or that no one had seen her body it was just that no one had seen it for a while and she was aware as she followed Leslie, who had just finished her hour posing up on to the little podium, of how compact and tidy her classmate’s forty something body was and how, well, flabby and hairy hers was in comparison.
On stage she had stood nervously in her white robe while Mrs Jacobs the instructor decided on her pose. She had nodded at Ella who had loosened the sash and pushed the robe off her shoulders to be suddenly naked. Her Instructor gave her a reassuring smile which made her feel a whole lot better then got her into her pose.
She was made to stand face on to the class, right foot pointing ahead, left foot a little way forward and pointing out, left hand on the back of her head and right hand on her hip.
She had smiled as she stood there and when Mrs Jacobs had asked her what she found so funny she told her she thought she looked like a gay waiter who couldn’t remember where he left his car keys. Her classmates had roared but Mrs Jacobs who had actually spent a lot of time trying to think of a pose to show Mrs Hutchins (Ella) off to best advantage had looked hurt and Ella made a mental note not to pass any more comments.
It had been bizarre though having people she knew at the Supermarket or had met walking down the road closely examining one or both of her breasts or her pubic area then going back to their easels to “get it right” After a few minutes she had relaxed and felt comfortable with being looked at; in fact she was soon rather enjoying it.
Mrs, or actually “Mrs” (as she had never actually married), Jacobs was impressed; most women are intimidated when they pose nude and can’t wait for it to be over but clearly no so with Mrs Hutchins. She had, in Dolly Jacob’s opinion, a classically voluptuous body: big breasts, wide amply padded hips a big bottom, shapely arms and legs and a long neck. She must have been quite a catch when she was young she thought aware of that tensing in her stomach- she was getting turned on again .In the end she just left her up there for her session and Bruce’s. He had had a full body shave in anticipation but his nerve gave out at the last minute and he stayed in his robe and grateful. She hadn’t minded instead she had just enjoyed having the sensual Mrs Hutchins up there just that much longer. She was beautiful was Ella; in her fifties now she was still a head turner.
“Tweak your nipples Ella,” she called midway through what should have been Mr Stage Fright’s session.
“Like this,” and Ella was astonished to see Mrs Jacobs unbutton her shirt, fish a breast out and roll the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
What a strange thing to do; Ella was well aware of how to tweak her nipples and didn’t need to be shown, so why; unless she fancied her. Women often did for some reason, not that she encouraged them although she had had some great sessions in years gone by.
“Oh, OK? Like this?”
And she deliberately went a stage further cupping her right breast and pulling it up to her mouth. She sucked loudly on her nipple then let her hand go and the big breast hung from her lips as she sucked.
The class stopped painting.
She switched breasts and her left bosom got the same treatment. The room was now almost completely silent; the only noise being the sound Ella was making sucking her nipple. Now she pulled her lips back to show the nipple held between her teeth then opened her mouth a little to let the breast flop back down. There was the sound of a collective breathe out and the brushes started moving again.
When she looked up she noticed that Mrs Jacobs was watching her intently; not only was she watching her intently she was also still quite openly tweaking her own nipple. She was quite attractive really, late thirties, tall, very slender with almost haughty features and hair cut rather shorter than Ella thought really suited her.
“No question who’ll be wearing the strap on,” she had thought and another of those mysterious smiles appeared on her face. Mrs Jacobs had seen the look and tilted her head to the side to make eye contact. She got the merest flicker of Ella’s eyebrows back and felt as though a great jolt of electricity had passed through her.
The wetness was there already; so was that tenseness. She had to watch herself, had to make sure she gave nothing away. And so she had gone from easel to easel suggesting here, pointing out flaws in techniques with suggestions for how to improve in others until it was four o’clock and the session was over.
There was a cup of tea afterwards and to her delight Ella had remained nude as she mingled holding her coffee mug in the one hand and a muffin in the other. One of the guys had mentioned that she could get dressed now and she had pouted and asked in a pretend hurt voice if he didn’t like looking at her body-now?
Not once had she looked at her but Dolly knew the words were for her and she went to stand next to her.
“Derek, Ella is aware of her nudity dear; she is in that wonderful frame of mind when a woman is comfortable and relaxed in her naked state. No one finds Ella’s state of undress distressing do they?”
Derek certainly didn’t, of that Ella was quite sure; he had been rubbing down the front of his trousers while painting her and even now she saw the telltale sign of a bulge down there.
None of the others did either and Leslie was regretting her decision to get dressed feeling that she too could have been comfortable and relaxed having everyone look at her too if she were to somehow be nude again as well. Dolly had glanced across at her and recognized the telltale signs.
“Leslie darling, we have forgotten all about you, haven’t we?” she asked directing the attention on to her first model.
“Oh that’s OK,” Leslie got out, not knowing what she should say in the situation.
“Oh but its not, Bruce here wasn’t up to posing today, nerves Bruce?”
He felt he had been let off the hook and nodded.
“You weren’t so nervous you couldn’t spend the last two hours with one hand on your cock and the other on the brush though; were you?”
He went bright red; the smock he wore as a next model allowed him to put his hand under and he had given himself what he thought was a secret wank. Only it hadn’t been secret at all and other than old Mr Benjamin who was due to pose for the class in two sessions time everyone had been aware of Bruce’s handiwork.
The class members were startled; her tone was now sharp and they sensed she was going in for the kill. They backed away.
“We’ll make this the last time for you shall we Bruce? I’ll see that the balance of your fees are refunded but I know your type Bruce; a sneaky little ferret of a man you are here to perv at the women; you’re not here for the art at all. You are disgusting Bruce, your clothes are through there I believe, go and get dressed. You can see your own way out, I’m sure.”
Bruce, crushed, wandered to the door and went through to the men’s changing room.
“Fucking cunt!” he thought viciously but he said nothing and presently they heard the sound of the front door open and click shut again.
No one had said a word until they heard the door click shut then the room erupted.
‘Oh thank God he’s gone!” Miss Martin’s (second model, session two) had declared.
“I was watching him, filthy pervert,” she spat out and the others shared her dislike of the unpopular Bruce.
Dolly let the talk die down then went back to Leslie.
“Sweetie would you like to undress again? It’s a curious feeling that one I think you’re going through at the moment. I’d like you to; I think it’s really important that we get to be comfortable being nude in a group because I tell you what it’s a lot more pleasant painting a happy and contented nude than a nervous one.”
Leslie had nodded then moved over to the side and quickly stripped off. She loved it but she knew she had opened a little down there and hoped after Mrs Jacob’s dismissal of Bruce that she wouldn’t get in trouble. She didn’t, Mrs Jacobs taking her arousal in her stride and putting a reassuring hand on her back to guide her over to stand next to Ella.
They felt for each others' hand and squeezed as a gesture of solidarity. The slim petite Leslie with the small firm breasts and shaved next to the voluptuous slightly hairy Ella. Leslie seeming to be just a little bit nervous in her nudity while Ella looked so at home in hers.
Mr Benjamin might have been old but the fire hadn’t gone out completely and his hand strayed to his trousers. Another art teacher might have had a quiet word but another art teacher might not have been a lesbian in an advanced state of arousal either and Mrs Jacobs guided Mr Benjamin to his things then showed him the door advising him the class was ending due to budget cuts unfortunately.
Will there be another one start up? Possibly- but sadly not in the foreseeable future. Yes it was a pity but there you go, everything is money money money these days. Mind the steps, take care now.
She returned to find the two ladies due to model next session were now also nude.
“so they could get a feel for being like this in front of the others” Ella had told her.
“Wow! Thank you Miss Martin and you too Mrs Martinez, how are you enjoying it?”
‘Invigorating,” Mrs Martinez responded brightly with the hint of an accent.
“Oh amazing,” Mrs Martin volunteered.
‘Well then, let’s see you. Stand over there side by side. Now then class; any thoughts?”
The class stared intently at Olive and Francesca. This part was unnerving and Olive could feel her face getting hot.
‘You’ve got a lovely body Olive,” Mrs Simpson (session three first model) announced and Olive stood that little bit straighter as she waited for her body to be praised.
‘Do you work out at the gym? It looks like it.”
“Oh a bit, I guess.”
“Such a firm mid section, that holds your tits up really well too, huh?”
“Oh does it?”
“Oh God yes. Oh and you shave-“
“Oh my God, you wax? Oh that looks just divine- doesn’t it hurt thought?”
“A bit but I think it’s worth it to get this smooth look.”
“I love it I think I’ll get mine done when we leave here- oh gosh girls I’m getting a bit wet here, must be turning into a lesbian,” and Mrs Simpson put her fingers over her mouth then pulled a face.
The others smiled but none of them laughed; they suspected they might just be as well.
Francesca had stood back- literally. She had pushed Olive a little bit forward and let her get the attention. In any case Francesca was here for her daughter Monica who at this moment was going to be driving their car here to pick her mom up.
Francesca didn’t drive, there had been that accident, years ago now of course, but still she preferred if she didn’t have to and so Monica did. She was an excellent driver too Monica; much better on the road than in relationships and Francesca was scouting this Art Class where the pupils had to pose nude when it was their turn to see if it was something that might get her daughter out of her shell.
She would make her come in when she knocked on the door. Meantime the attention had switched to her. Where Olive was a white girl with a body she had made through long hours at the gym and a little surgical help along the way Francesca was a classic Latin; full breasted, womanly hips, a naturally sensuous carriage, a blinding smile and eyes that could melt ice. She was comfortable being nude and confident of the impression she made.
Her daughter had shaved her before she brought her earlier on. That had been a performance; she hadn’t wanted to but Francesca had insisted and finally she had given her the trim she wanted. She had left a half inch landing strip starting an inch and a bit above her otherwise perfectly shaved pussy. Monica had even had to shave round her mother’s ass hole. Francesca had listened to her daughter’s breathing and felt her touch, at the end her fingers had been so light Francesca had felt the cum forming inside her.
Just as the appraisal of her body finished there was a knock at the door.
‘That will be Monica I assume?” Dolly said smiling and moving to the side to let Francesca go.
“Go and bring her in please Dolly,” Francesca begged “, I will pay for her but I want her to do what we are here to do.”
“And what would that be Francesca?” Dolly had asked and Francesca had put her head on the side and smiled at her. She smiled back then walked, feeling every eye on her butt. over to the door.
“Um, yes. My Mom-“
‘Wants you to come in,” it was an order given sweetly and timidly the Latin Goddess’s daughter came inside. She was nothing like her mother Dolly thought sadly, tall and skinny with no flash in the eyes no ready dazzling smile, just a plain girl who lived in her glamorous mother’s shadow.
‘Over here Monica sweetheart,” her mother called and her stomach dropped as she saw that her mother was naked. Blushing now she went to stand beside her mother only to hear the other class members go on at length about what a beautiful body her mother had and. That’s where they were stopped because the connection of beauty could not be made and aware they had put their foot in it they had stopped speaking and were now unable to find something else to speak about and break the uncomfortable silence.
‘You’re shaped like me really Monica,” Olive told her inviting Monica to check her out in order to make her own decision.
In truth she was potentially like Olive but that was good enough and now the talk was how beautiful Olive was in a tall willowy way and how gorgeous Monica would be.
That was almost as bad as before and Ella, another bloody Goddess wandering around in her birthday suit Monica thought bitterly, came over to her.
“Monica might just be beautiful now guys,” she said gently putting a naked arm round her new friend’s daughter’s waist.
It was an invitation for her to strip and Francesca shot Ella little smile of thanks.
‘Yes darling, come on; if I can do it anyone can,” she told Monica and with no alternative Monica undressed. When she was nude Francesca led her to stand by Olive so they could see the similarities.
They could and Monica glowed as her breasts, her legs, her butt, her pussy , her neck and every other part of her body were discussed in depth with the consensus being that she was truly beautiful even now so goodness knows how she would be once she had been along to the gym with Olive a few times.
She was standing relaxed and confident now holding hands with Olive for whom she had discovered she had feelings. Olive gave Monica’s hand a little squeeze and immediately got a squeeze in return. Olive’s pussy had been wet and was now leaking; she could feel the wetness trickle down the inside of her left thigh.
Derek had stood quietly to the side getting a great view of one naked woman after another but now he felt Mrs Jacob’s hand on his back and knew he wasn’t wanted just at the moment. He was kidding himself; he wasn’t wanted at all.
Now it was all women and Dolly’s plans were changing by the minute; she had expected to have an after hours tuition time with Ella and hopefully Leslie but now she had Olive, Francesca and her daughter Monica naked and horny as well. Olive clearly wanted to spend some quality time with Monica but from what Francesca had said she needed Monica to drive her home. It really was getting very complicated.
It was time she cleared the air.
“Ok everyone, that’s us. Thank you to our models today and thank you to Olive and Francesca and especially to the newest member of our group Monica.”
“ I think its best if I am honest with you all, I am going to invite anyone who wants to to come with me to a Dungeon Lesbian Club with me. If you don’t want to come or you have other plans no problems and I hope I’ll see you here next Saturday. You all did really really well. Models; our thanks to you,”
There was another round of applause.
“Anyway I need you all to head out now so I can lock up and set the alarm. Once I’ve done that I’ll go over to my car, the green Caprice, and if anyone wants to find out what it’s all about you can meet me there.’
They milled around in the car park while she closed up. Olive wanted to take Monica along to this club Dolly had told them about while Ella and Leslie had talked about it and quite apart from being excited and flattered that this powerful woman wanted them to go with her and obviously fancied them they wanted to see what it was all about anyway.
The final numbers were six with Dolly, Ella, Leslie, Olive, Monica and Francesca heading along. To Ella’s delight Dolly hooked her arm through hers while Leslie had just a few seconds to brood when Francesca linked arms with her too. And so they walked along the back streets to this club Dolly thought so much of.
“If she hadn’t known where it was we would have walked straight past it,” Ella had thought as they went in through an old single door into a dingy brick building and down a dimly lit passageway.
Dolly had stopped in front of a heavy looking wooden door, pulled her dress up and dragged her thong off right before their very eyes. Ella noted yet another one who shaved –or waxed possibly- and resolved to get something done about her “forest”. In fact it was reasonably tidy, she had a bikini line shave and the “forest” wasn’t too long anyway.
“Pants please,” Dolly said brightly and held her arm out for them to be put on. There was a mass lifting of skirts and pulling down of panties and thongs which were threaded onto Dolly’s arm. She knocked and tossed the underwear in a rubbish bin on the way through.(It was an underwear only rubbish bin but it was so nice to think, as a girl looked forward to a night of debauchery, that her knickers were off and thrown away right at the start).
They walked through into the club. The main area was a rectangle divided into two smaller ones by a path defined by two rows of posts on each side. This led to an open area in front of the bar with a dance floor to the left and a seating area to the right. At most of the posts a naked woman was secured; cuffed with her hands stretched high , one ankle cuffed to the pole and the other secured in some way that left her legs wide open.
Some of them were girls so young Olive thought there might be trouble if their IDs were asked for- and checked out. But she was a guest here and that would have been rude. Besides they were really pretty- then she saw one who looked just like her own mother. She wasn’t – her mother had died three years before but she looked like her.
Olive went over to her and Monica went with her. The sexy chicks had worried Monica who now had quite a thing for Olive but this older lady would surely be no threat. She watched as Olive slapped the woman’s face- hard. Just like that, slap on one side, slap on the other and the look the woman gave her, so adoring; God that was amazing. Olive had kissed her holding her chin in one hand to control her head then giving her a long sloppy kiss and while she kissed her she tickled her. The woman was jerking as her armpits were tickled and her sides, under her chin, everywhere- including down there.
She was loving it the lady was and Monica felt flat watching her. But then Olive had abruptly turned her back on the woman who was craving more of her attention to press her body against Monica’s.
“There’s a free post over there sweetie, how about you strip off and I tie you up there.”
“Oh God! Would you?” Melanie asked excitedly- her mood now suddenly changed.
“I wanted to as soon as I saw all these dirty sluts here,” she said it loudly so the dirty sluts could hear. They loved having women talk nastily about them.
Monica stripped where she stood and Dolly helped Olive bind her. She ended with both feet off the floor suspended so they were pulled up while her wrists were secured as per normal above her head. Dolly put a blindfold on her and in her darkness Monica waited.
She felt someone breathe on her face then blow on her lips and she parted them tilting her head a little to the left. The woman kissed her. A long sensual kiss with her tongue forced deep into Monica’s mouth. Monica kissed back and as she did the tickling started. It was agony but it was such a turn on. She writhed with the sensations as the woman tickled her mercilessly; touching every intimate part of her body all the while kissing and demanding to be kissed back. She felt fingers being forced up her vagina.
“Now let’s see how many fingers,” the voice said and she recognized it immediately.
“Yes sweetheart its mommy. You’ve been kissed and felt up by your own mother baby. Now I’m going to get as many fingers in you as I can and you can’t do a damned thing about it.”
The voice was sneering.
“Beg me Monica; beg me to put my fingers inside you.”
Monica felt as if someone had just thrown a bucket of cold water over her. Her mother?
Her mother the glamorous Francesca Louisa Martinez had done all that to her –with her. It was so disgusting and yet…and yet she felt so hot, She had loved being kissed by her mother and if she was going to be completely honest she had sort of recognized the perfume and the smell of her mother’s breath anyway.
The fingers were at her pussy caressing her folds. Waiting.
‘Please put your fingers in my vagina Mommy,” she asked in a timid little voice.
“That isn’t begging,” she heard her mother’s voice say and the fingers pinched her clit as punishment. Her mother let just one finger caress the pussy now grinning at Olive who was crouched down beside her inches from Monica’s wet open pussy.
Something inside her, that was all she wanted, just something inside her. They smiled as Monica’s pussy tried to follow the finger.
“Oh please mommy! Please push your fingers up my cunt. Now mommy! Please,” she implored then sighed as her Mom’s four fingers pushed up into her vagina.
She couldn’t stretch any wider and her mom’s hand stopped there. It stopped but the fingers caressed inside her giving her G spot a real work over.
She felt her Mom blowing gently on her down there but her chin was held between a thumb and fingers; a strong thumb and fingers; it was hurting her chin was squeezed so tight like that. The woman’s tongue licked her cheek then her ear, all around her earlobe then pushed deep into her ear hole. It felt wildly erotic and she tried to tilt her head to get the angle better for the tongue but it slid down to her throat and she felt it licking her under there. Great wide strokes with the flat of the tongue getting her throat all wet with the woman’s saliva then the wetness on her chin as it smeared saliva all over there as well and now at her open mouth. It licked her wetting all round her mouth until the tongue was pushed in licking all around in there before finally the lips were closed and she got to be kissed properly at last.
She came all over her mom’s hand getting a delighted squeal for her efforts. The woman kissing her had let go of her chin and the fingers trailed ever so lightly down her body to her pussy.
“Let’s see how deep I can get my hand,” she heard and sighed in relief- Olive.
Olive had looked at Francesca’s ;it was quite a bit bigger than her own slim hand and slender wrist. She pushed her finger tips in and hooked them getting some of Monica’s thick oozy cum in there then pulled out and spread it over her hand. The hand went back in, gently, nothing being forced, just twisting, pulling and pushing as the vagina widened.
“You’re going to stick your whole fucking hand in me; aren’t you?” Monica asked in a breathy voice.
“I’m going to try babe. I’m not there yet, you aren’t ready just yet.”
“Oh fuck Olive! I love you Olive. Do it, Oh fuck push it in, all the fucking way.”
Olive took her at her word and pushed harder. The entrance had widened but still held only now Monica was moving trying to force her vagina forward over the hand and suddenly it was inside her. Monica rocked back and forward trying to get the hand in even deeper. She succeeded with Olive’s arm past her wrist now inside.
Olive formed her hand into a fist and held her arm steady as Monica tilted her pelvis back and forward fucking herself on the fist. She gushed, wetting Olive in the process, then nearly crushed Olive’s hand as she had a succession of contractions and came over and over.
The hand was gently eased out of her and Monica was released. She couldn’t stand so Olive and Francesca put her arms over their shoulders and held her up as they made their way to Dolly’s table. She was in that clingy post orgasm stage and she sat pressed up against Olive who had put an arm round her wait and was holding her tight.
Dolly had her shirt open with her breasts lurking under there while Ella was naked. Her boobs rested on the table top when she leaned forward. They looked just right together. Leslie sat on Dolly’s other side was dressed and well on the way to being drunk. She had been drawn to Dolly a lot more than she has admitted when she agreed back at the Art Class that she would go.
Dolly had been nice and given her kisses, bought her the first few drinks but her attention was elsewhere and Leslie felt terribly, horribly alone. She was reaching for her drink when she felt a soft warm body press firmly against her. The hand reached out and covered Leslie’s glass.
“No more, not for a while,” she recognized the slight accent and smiled.
She turned smiling to Francesca as the hand lifted to go over her head to round her shoulders and she was pulled into a kiss. Leslie kissed back passionately; drawn to Dolly by her presence and her authority she had nearly wet herself when Francesca had stripped off while Dolly was getting rid of that Mr Benjamin.
“Do they serve food here Dolly?” Francesca asked looking over at the bar.
“Yeah Doll. Its help yourself, I’ll give you my card. Leslie, are you hungry sweetie?”
And Leslie felt even better- Dolly had been aware of her.
‘A bit,” she lied- she was ravenous. They all were.
The food was of the ladle variety. They made their choices then Dolly and Ella dished up and brought the plates back along with glasses of orange juice- Leslie’s half full vodka and lemonade being discretely removed by Ella.
The various dinners were very tasty and were wolfed down. They got desserts which were of the heavy variety and slowed them down considerably. Monica was sleepy and lay slumped against Olive, who had stripped off before going up to get her pudding, with her eyes closed.
Olive adored her and was happy to be left on her own with her as the other four slipped away to have a dance.
The dance floor was crowded and bottles of something were being passed around. You sniffed it Ella noted watching the others- then a bottle was passed to her. She took the top off and sniffed the fumes; one nostril then the other. Nothing- then it hit her. She felt dizzy and light headed and horny. Oh fuck so horny she thought – and had another sniff before passing it on.
They had all been dancing together but now she moved in on Olive and undressed her.
“I want you Missus Sexy Art Teacher ma’am,” she told her as their bodies pressed together.
“I know Missus Sexy Pupil,” she got back and corny as the words may have been and as overpowering as the lust undoubtedly was they had feelings, genuine feelings for each other so that after the kissing they relaxed in each others arms both knowing it was where they belonged. Ella danced with her eyes closed, her head resting on the taller Dolly’s shoulder as they moved in time to the music.
She was in love. So wrong, so stupid, so ridiculous that she should be but she was and she longed to offer herself to her lover and prove her love to her. Meantime they danced together and Ella contented herself with what she had then; the rest, she was confident, would follow. It would; Dolly had hoped for a bit of a romp, a frolic, with this sexy older woman but she had been drawn in by her and now she too was head over heels in love.
It was Ella’s honesty; the way she had given herself so completely that had drawn Dolly. She was spectacular no question but often there is a reserve, this far; no closer but that wasn’t there with her and Ella. Ella was giving her everything: body, mind, everything and for once in her life she was able to be honest in a relationship and to give back honestly as well. It felt good.
Leslie danced naked with Francesca’s hands pressed on her butt. She loved it. Never an alpha female Leslie had eased through life; never bottom at anything but never a contender either. She had tried dating guys- it was a disaster and it was her, well it had to be. She had started dating late, after she was ready to “settle down” and by that stage it was too late- the defenses were too strongly in place.
One date had accused her of being frigid- he was nearly right; she just couldn’t agree to commit and sex without commitment was impossible for Leslie. So she had given up and had a full enough life doting on the nieces and nephews her sister and sister in law brought into the world at impressive intervals all the while enduring the various match making efforts of colleagues, friends and family.
Now, tonight, she was in love. She had been through all the logic, alternatives, denial and the “it’s too soon to knows” and she was certain: it wasn’t too soon at all- she was in love.
And it felt great.
Francesca held Leslie’s butt with her body pressed against the slim forty something year old. Leslie’s response to her when she had sat next to her at the table had stunned Francesca. She had expected maybe a friendly peck and they might sit together as companions for the evening but Leslie had given of herself completely. No coy suggestion of things that might be without trying to put it into words she had given herself to Francesca and Francesca wanted to give herself to Leslie. Tomorrow it might be a case of accommodating she thought and pondered as Leslie snuggled her cheek against hers.
She was weighing up her options, taking everything into consideration as her grandmother had taught her when she stopped. This was bullshit, all this pros and cons; apart from Leslie here she had no one. Not really, she had been dating one guy for a month now but that was going no where; she didn’t rate him but it was a way to go to parties or to the opera or a show- even just out for a decent meal.
She had her daughter Monica whom she no longer needed to shelter (Thank God!)and the business her late husband and she had built up and which could continue with Leslie in her life and she could easily imagine spending the rest of her days with this beautiful woman.
‘I love you,” Leslie had put her head up to tell her that.
‘I know you do. I don’t deserve a girl as true and as beautiful as you,” she replied- stalling.
“Yes you do. Love me?”
The sixty four thousand dollar question and in the end the answer was so easy.
“Yes. I love you more than anything my sweetheart Leslie, more than anything.”
Monica and Olive came over after Monica’s snooze and they all danced together until the wee small hours. There are many diversions at that club but they were of no interest at this stage and the six found most of their clothes, dressed and strolled back to their cars.
Ella wanted time alone with Dolly and went with her to Dolly’s apartment while Leslie and Olive, wanting no more in life than to be with Francesca and Monica, happily got in with the mother and daughter to spend the night with them. Francesca sat in the back with Leslie while Monica sat in the front and Olive drove Francesca and Monica’s car. It just seemed right to Monica; Leslie in charge, that was how it should be.
Any of you who read Art Class will recognize the first part as a revised version of that story; hopefully this reads better and the story is completed.
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