Mike & Karen Ch. 04

"Ooh, don't lookit me like that!" Janet whimpered turning her face away and squeezing her eyes shut. "You know I hate it when you do that!"

"And you know I hate being volunteered to do stupid things like this," Karen muttered, wondering where she'd gone wrong in training her friends. "I'm sure the outfits are hideous."

"Well, sure," Janet admitted. "But isn't that half the fun?"

"No. No, it isn't," said her companion without a trace of amusement in her voice. "So you voluntold me to do something and you don't even have a decent outfit for me to wear?"

Janet smiled and shrugged weakly.

"Sit," Karen said imperiously, pointing to a plush chaise not far away. Janet did so immediately, her hands in her lap, and taking no issue with her friend's tone. With any luck, she might even leave the room alive.

Karen then walked over to a phone and dialed a number, tapping her foot while she waited impatiently. Every time she glanced over at Janet, her friend blushed and looked away. Finally, there was an answer.

"Hello, Rawlings? Yes, it's me. It's good to hear you too, yes. I'm sorry to bother you, but would my mother happen to be home? Yes, I'll wait. Thank you very much."

They waited. More foot tapping.

"Hello, mum," Karen continued. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you... Oh, you can tell, can you? I'm not sure if I should be impressed with your powers of observation or disappointed with my lack of inscrutability. No, it's nothing of import, in fact, merely a trifling annoyance."

Karen listened on the phone for several seconds. "No, father need not know for any particular reason, he wouldn't see the point in any of this. I'll keep it short, then. I've been volunteered by Janet to - yes, the law student... I've been volunteered by her to work as a beer-hall wench in the Oktoberfest fundraiser for the univer- ... I can wait until you're done snickering, mum, it's no problem, I promise. Better? Excellent ... As I was saying, I have been committed to this drudgery in the name of charity. But the costume, outfit, whatever one might choose to call it, that I have been saddled with is downright gruesome. If they're the same ones as they had last year, then they're this symphony of synthetic chiffon, lace and other materials in various nausea-inducing colours."

Karen listened for several moments and then frowned. "Yes, I suppose my hair is long enough to be put in pigtails to complete the look ... Mother, you're missing the point here. These outfits are to sartorial elegance what napalm is to shrubbery!"

There was another pause while she listened. Her eyes flicked over and narrowed at Janet, who squirmed uncomfortably in the chair. Her chances of leaving the room alive seemed more remote with each passing moment.

Karen closed her eyes as she thought of what to say next. "I... while I could, in theory, make an outfit for myself that would at least pass muster, that would still leave everyone else stuck in the original monstrosities. Ergo, I am calling to ask if you still know anyone at the Concordia Club in Waterloo. They hold their Oktoberfest every year as well, but we're a full two weeks earlier than them. Yes, I am hoping that you can ask if we can borrow..."

Karen now turned to look at Janet and mouthed the words: "How many?"

Janet, who hadn't been expecting this, thought hastily. "Thirty?" she whispered.

Karen returned her attention to the phone call. "Thirty outfits for our girls to wear. Guaranteed to be returned in perfect condition, of course. The venue? If it's the same as last year, large tents on the soccer turf, seating for a few thousand."

More listening and then Karen nodded. "Thank you, mother. I appreciate it. Any idea when you and father might make it down for a visit? No, just thought I'd ask. You know I love you too, yes. Yes. I'll await your call. Bye!"

Karen sighed as she put the phone down and then turned to look at her friend, who was gawking at her.

"What?" Karen asked. "You didn't expect me to wear that godawful costume if I consented to spending a weekend serving beer with my tits pressed up in my face by a bodice and having my ass grabbed, did you?"

"I... that was just unexpected." Janet faltered, "I didn't expect you to just acquire new outfits for us."

"Well, those are my terms if I'm going to do this," Karen announced, sitting down in another chair and looking at her pointedly. "If I'm going to be a beer-hall wench, I am not dressing like a Jiffy Pop bag. And I refuse to have the only quality attire, if such a phrase can even be attributed to beer-hall wench get-up. So, do we have a deal?"

Janet shrugged helplessly. "It's not my decision, but assuming that the outfits your mom gets for us are rent-free, then I doubt the committee will object. So sure, why not?"

"Very well," Karen said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "You have my involvement. I'll be a beer wench for your Oktoberfest fundraiser."

Janet sighed in relief, knowing she was going to live. "This means a lot, Kar. Thank you for agreeing."

"It's not like you left me much choice, you brat," Karen sniffed. "I'm not known for turning down charity work."

"If it makes you feel any better, Mona and Lisa have already agreed to help as well." Janet added. "So we'll all be working together, the Four Musketeers."

"Gaudeamus igitur..." Karen said grimly under her breath.

***

"Well, look at you two, being all industrious," Mike quipped as he and his wife walked into the kitchen, carrying bundles of groceries. Alex and Alexa were busy preparing food, and it smelled surprisingly good. "Is that a porkpie I smell?"

"Yeah," Alexa answered, smiling brightly as she hugged her sister. "Been forever since I made one, so I'm teaching Alex."

"I wish you more luck than I ever had," Karen sighed. "Last time I tried to instruct him in making food, he nearly burned down the entire city."

"It wasn't that bad," Alex grunted.

"It was magma, Alex," Mike said as he began putting dry goods away. "You made magma. It bubbled out of the pot, destroyed said cast-iron pot, had a rock-hard black crust and was glowing red in the middle. I have pictures."

"Oh my God, I want to see that!" Alexa giggled, helping her older sister put food in the fridge. "Thank God you're better in the bedroom than you are with magma."

"Gotta be good for something..." Alex grumbled.

"Aw, there, there, Surt," Karen cooed, patting his shoulder. "My baby sister thinks you're hot in bed, so that's a big win by any standards. Speaking of winning, when did you two last hear from Lenny and Squiggy? I haven't seen hide nor hair of them since their near-demise in the tub the other night."

"Still licking one another's wounds, no doubt," Alexa mused, putting away the kale. "They haven't told me what transpired, but I'm pretty sure I can guess. Fre's pride has no doubt been deeply wounded."

"I adore her, but cry me a river," Karen replied casually, leaning back against the counter and taking a sip from her bottle of mineral water. "Seems a fitting comeuppance for their hubris."

"Oh, you'll get no argument out of me," Alexa agreed. "Dunno what they were thinking, probably just high on endorphins and pheromones or something. Also not the first time Fre's been taught a lesson. I'm beginning to think that learning the hard way is something of a fetish for her..."

***

Jeanie moaned and squirmed around lustily, leaning her head down and flicking her tongue over her wife's slit while Freja lay beneath her, tongue deep inside the brunette. Their bodies glistened with the sweat of their shared exertions, the air filled with panting and moans of unbridled lust.

Jeanie kissed Freja's clit sloppily, sucking it into her mouth and rolling it around, making the Danish girl shudder and buck, gasping loudly and grinding her hips. Freja redoubled her efforts, pulling Jeanie's ass cheeks wide and pushing two fingers through her puckered knot and deep into her back passage. Jeanie moaned loudly, even while sucking on Freja's clit, sending her into further convulsions of pleasure.

Freja stroked her fingers back and forth slowly, loving how her wife's body reacted, squeezing around her. She'd been enchanted by Jeanie the moment she laid eyes on her, in a way she hadn't even been with Alexandra, which she found hard to believe. She'd been very in love with her best friend, who was still her soul-mate when they were younger - but here was this utterly ridiculous and perfect girl, someone who completed her. And she could never stop expressing how much that meant.

Jeanie screamed into Freja's pussy and shook violently as yet another orgasm rocked her. This sent Freja over the edge and she moaned loudly, cumming hard and glazing her lover's face with her essence. They roiled and churned against one another for close to a minute before they collapsed, bodies still locked together and breathing heavily. Their bedroom was permeated with the scent of women in heat.

The unreal, exhausting bliss of their fourth shared orgasm passed and they wearily began moving. Jeanie crawled off Freja and sat on the bed, while her wife raised herself up and snuggled into her, their bodies pressed together, legs wrapped around one another. They hugged each other, caressing gently as they looked into one another's eyes. Their breasts were pressed together, and they could feel their hearts beating in time. Nothing was said, just the look of girls completely in love with each other.

Freja's fingers gently caressed Jeanie's damp, dark hair, and she reveled in the warmth of her body. Their sticky pussies kissed, the lips mingling and clits touching. She gazed at her wife adoringly while she waited for her breathing and her heart to settle. She loved the fierce devotion she could see in Jeanie's eyes, and she understood it. She'd never known anything like it, and she would never let it go.

"I am so in love with you, yndling," she whispered, her thumb caressing Jeanie's soft cheek. She could feel the brunette's fingers flexing gently on her back, an unconscious response to the craved words. "And I am yours forever."

"You know how much I love you, Fre," Jeanie said back. "And you know me, I fall in love with everyone. But this is different, you know?"

"Ja," said the Danish girl in a reassuring tone, smiling. She did indeed understand what her wife meant. "But everything was... a lead-up... to this, my love. Like practice. And this is our reward, you see?"

"I believe it," Jeanie agreed, nodding. Their faces were mere inches apart, staring into one another's eyes. They pressed their lips together and shared a deep kiss, still weary from their lovemaking, but needing the tenderness and affection. Craving it. They pulled back finally, and Jeanie sighed, her eyes still locked with her wife's. "You're what I've wanted my whole life, Fre. Someone I could love and someone who could possibly love me."

"What's not to love?" Freja giggled, rubbing her nose against Jeanie's affectionately. "You are beautiful, you love to fuck as much as I, you have no inconvenient inhibitions... but most importantly, elskede, you are the most loving person I have ever known. You are bursting with it, and I am amazed when I see it in you."

Jeanie blushed. "I... you know I feel so stupid and used sometimes, like I'll never be good enough to be anyone's special person, just their rich little fuck toy."

"I know, silly," cooed Freja. "But your friends do not treat you so. Not Mike and Karen, not Alex, and not Alexandra."

"Yeah," Jeanie murmured. "It's why I fell in love with them all, especially Lexi."

"I would think there was something wrong with you if you didn't; she is the most amazing person I have known," Freja said, nodding. "Does it bother you that I am still in love with her, in some ways?"

"No," Jeanie said, shaking her head. "I totally get that, you were best friends and lovers forever, and you're right, she's incredible. But I'm understanding now what I mean to you... slowly, but I am getting there."

Freja smiled lovingly. "My love, I do not care that you are not intelligent in the common context of the word. It is not a failing, simply it is who you are. But it does not bother me, and I would not love you more if you were as intelligent as Karen or Mike. I am in love with your heart, your soul, and your funny little brain."

She had more to say, but Jeanie jammed her lips to Freja's kissing her feverishly, sounding like she was whimpering with need through the kiss. Freja shuddered as Jeanie groped and squeezed her breasts. The kiss ended, and they were both almost panting from the passion of it. Eyes locked and their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. Freja noticed the tears on Jeanie's cheeks. She wasn't concerned by them; Jeanie often leaked tears when she was emotional, happy or sad. And there was no reason to be sad right now, was there?

"I can't believe you chose me," Jeanie rasped, controlling her emotions. "I was afraid my whole life, I'd always be alone, nobody loving me, just... using me. The girl with the money, the girl who'll fuck anyone. I was terrified that was my life, and nothing more. But then I saw you, and I so desperately hoped you might see something worthwhile in me."

"And that is why I instantly fell in love with you," Freja whispered, brushing her lips across Jeanie's. "Because I could see in your eyes everything that you are, and it was all so lovable. I was amazed that no one had grasped onto it already and I wanted it for myself."

Jeanie bit her lip as her eyes leaked again.

"Everyone was wrong about you, my love," Freja said, holding Jeanie's cheeks gently in her palms. "They were stupid and they fucked up. They missed out on the most amazing treasure in the world. And to think I had the good fortune to be with Alexandra and Alex that day when you just walked into that office and my life."

Jeanie burst into tears and kissed Freja again, tumbling into the bed with her. Freja began crying too, even while they made love, overcome by her partner's powerful emotions. Mere minutes passed before they both moaned rapturously, cumming together. Even more wearily this time, they resumed their sitting position, wrapped around one another. This was how they habitually had their heart-to-heart conversations. Their bodies were slicked with sweat, but neither cared. Kisses followed, until they could find words again.

"I feel... more in control now..." Jeanie panted, holding onto Freja lest she fall over.

"Do not be if you do not want to be, love," Freja replied, smiling. "You know I am happy to cry with you, in sorrow or joy. You are my bride, my wife, and that is my privilege and pleasure."

Jeanie smiled lovingly. "You're my bride and my wife too, Fre. I'll spend the rest of my life doing my very best to make you the happiest woman alive."

"I already am, Jeanette Le Tourneau," Fre said simply, easing herself back and resting her hands on the bed just behind her. She began squirming her gooey pussy into Jeanie's as the brunette did the same. "I am married to a gorgeous Canadian girl, who I love unconditionally, and who I know loves me samesome."

"She does indeed," Jeanie sighed in pleasure, undulating her hips so that her womanhood mingled with Freja's. There was nothing they loved more than fucking this way. True, it felt amazing with any other girl, but with her wife, there was a depth of intimacy to it she had never known before, one that enhanced the pleasure a thousand times over. "She also- mmmmmmm- wants revenge on the profs for absolutely humiliating her."

Freja smiled wickedly. "You read my mind. We must discuss how this is to be achieved, ja?"

"Yuh-huh," Jeanie panted, churning her hips faster now, her eyes closed. "But... after we fuck one another to death."

"Your wish, it is my command, my bride..." groaned Freja as she strained and ground back lustily.

***

Karen shut her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, letting the clamour in the background fall away while she focused herself. Her hands tightly gripped the glass beer mugs she was holding.

"I will not dump beer on some jerk's head... I will not dump beer on some jerk's head..."

Her eyes flicked open and she turned around and began walking through the pavilion, a dazzling smile on her face. In each hand she held three oversized mugs of beer, foamy heads sloshing over the sides. She made sure to get none on her outfit, which, while certainly better than the Halloween level of getup they'd intended for her to wear, was still suspiciously flirty in her book.

The dirndl she was stuffed into, which would have looked normal on most girls, looked almost scandalous on her- the pretty top, with its lacing and floral edges, could not hide her large bust, giving her an absurd amount of cleavage. Her tiny waist was accentuated by the corset-style stitching at the middle, and the skirt did little to hide her long, shapely legs. She couldn't help but feel like she looked like something out of a banned German porn movie.

Walking through the rows of benches, crammed with people laughing and drinking while some absurd oompah band played on a stage nearby, she delivered her drinks to the customers, collected their tickets, and skipped away before someone could pat her ass again. She flicked the beer residue off her hands as she walked, desperate to reach the bar and wipe them off. Amazingly, she'd had none spilled on her outfit as yet, which was good, since she had promised to return all thirty outfits in pristine condition.

She looked around and saw Lisa nearby, talking with some customers as she set their beers down on the table. One of the men said something that made the redhead blush, but nothing untoward happened after. Lisa sighed as she walked up to the bar, where Karen was waiting for yet another round of suds.

"Are you okay?" asked the bronze-haired girl, ready to go and smash a pitcher over a guy's head if he'd hurt her friend, roomie, and lover.

"Oh, fine," Lisa said dismissively. "He's hardly the first guy to ever make a pass at me, you know."

"As long as you're sure," Karen said evenly. "My ass feels like a pincushion."

"To be honest, I don't blame them," Lisa giggled, winking. "I've been wanting to get my hands on your ass and your boobs since you wiggled out of our bathroom in your outfit. You look good enough to eat."

"I'm holding you to that when we're done," Karen quipped, smirking and winking at her roomie, making her blush again. "Finally, something about this outfit to look forward to."

"Oh, quit being such a grouse, Elke," Lisa chided with a smirk. "You look amazing in it and you know it, far better than anyone else does."

"I swear all these outfits are the same, except for colour and fringes," Karen muttered, looking down at her ensemble. "But why do you all look traditional and I look like Larry Flynt designed my damned outfit?"

"Because you're the only one built like a Hustler model, Kar," snickered the redhead. "Your tits are showing because the top can't contain your bust, and your legs are a mile long, so your ass is barely concealed. We all knew this would happen going in; you're the only one in denial about it. And no, nobody feels bad for you."

Karen sighed. "At least I'm not the only one getting ogled and patted."

"Thanks for noticing," Lisa sniffed.

"What?" Karen asked, giving her a wry look. "You don't even like guys."

"No, but it's nice to feel desired," pointed out her lover. "Not that you don't make me feel desirable, it's just nice to get an unbiased opinion once in a while, even if it's from the wrong gender."