Double Tears
Chapter 111
“I am the current curator of the black trunk and the stories it holds within.”
—Hope Barrett, Discovering Oscar
THE WEEKEND WENT WELL and we even improvised on my scenario a bit as we played during the festival. It was a real treat to be ‘called before the king’ to perform at the Royal Feast Saturday evening. And we got a free meal. And tips. One thing about having the whole pod surrounding us when we performed was they all had a little sign that said ‘Tips for Marvel and Hopkins’ and a hat they collected money in. We might not be making as much as we did in Kansas, but we were definitely raking in some bucks.
Of course, every silver lining has its cloud. Nanette had to leave Sunday night to go to work Monday and no one else wanted to go. That included Cindy. There were a lot of tears being shed around the campfire.
“I’m going back with you,” Rachel said firmly. “This is why we have a pod. No one should need to be alone if she doesn’t want to be. I plan to have a nice domestic week with my lover, Nanette. We’ll come back Friday night.”
“I should go, too,” Donna said, “but I want to be here to help with the production.”
“And you should be,” Desi said. “We can come up with all kinds of ideas but we can’t see what it looks like. We need your eyes.”
“I want to stay and work on our act,” Cindy said, stomping her foot. Her mother folded her arms and stared at her daughter.
“I have a house and home to take care of as well as you, Cynthia. We spent two ten-day stretches on the road this summer. I don’t think we need another.”
“You don’t have to stay. I have lots of big sisters here. And Jacob. I promise not to cause anyone trouble,” Cindy insisted.
“Stay? Without a parent? Are you…?”
“Riko and I will be camped with the crew this week,” Riley said. “We can probably even find work for all of them if they get too rowdy. We’ll be happy to watch out for Cindy. She’s part of the… company.” For a second, I was afraid he’d say part of the pod. Not only had none of us agreed on that, it would probably cause Betty to snatch her back to Fort Wayne and not let us play together again.
“That seems like a lot of work to foist onto you,” Betty said.
“Mom, are you saying I’m a lot of work? I hardly ever ask for anything. I just stand in front of my music and blow. Do you think I won’t do that if you aren’t there to make me?” Cindy asked.
“It’s never been a problem of having you practice, baby,” Betty said, softening. “I just want… to protect you.”
“Mrs. Marvel,” I said softly. “If it will do any good, I promise on behalf of myself and the pod that we’ll protect Cindy, from anyone and anything, including each other if that was ever necessary. This is the last week before we need to be back for school. We’ve all worked hard this summer. Please let Cindy join us for the week.”
“I’ll ride back with you,” Livy said, “so you don’t have to drive alone. I don’t really have anything to rehearse and should be doing a few long runs this week before cross country season begins.” She looked pointedly at me. I wasn’t out of shape but I hadn’t worked nearly hard enough to improve my time this summer.
Betty sighed.
“I expect a report every evening,” she said. “I don’t know why I’m doing this. Practice hard.” She turned to Livy. “Gather your things. It seems I have a different daughter tonight.”
Kudos to Cindy. She ran and hugged her Mom and helped get the car packed. I thought perhaps one of the girls would move into her tent with her. Or, we might still be sleeping on the ground under the stars. We’d see.
I hated to see them take off so late. It was already ten and a five-hour drive back to Fort Wayne. I said a little prayer for their safe travels and watched the two cars pull away.
There wasn’t a chance in the world that we were going to sleep under the stars. I was back with Desi, Brittany, and Sophie, only this time we added Beca into the mix. Donna volunteered to share the tent with Cindy and left the five of us to our own devices. It took about ten minutes for us to get ready for bed, get in the tent, and get naked.
“The four of you have been playing together all summer,” Beca moaned. “Take care of me. I’ve hardly seen you all summer.” Desi, Brittany, and Sophie were all over our littlest lover while I rolled aside and just enjoyed their lesbian lovefest. Every few seconds, a hand or mouth would find its way to me and I made sure to help a lover when she rolled off the pile into my arms.
Beca was rising to her first orgasm as she pulled Brittany over her mouth. It didn’t take long for me to scramble up and start kissing Britt so she wouldn’t wake the camp with her screams. Her pussy was muffling Beca. I managed to pull her off Beca’s face before she smothered our girlfriend.
“You, too, Jacob,” Beca whispered. “I haven’t been loved by you this summer. Please kiss me.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. I settled next to her as Desi settled between her legs. We kissed and I let myself caress her pretty little titties. I felt her hand circle my cock and stroke it.
“We should always feel comfortable kissing and touching each other with our lovers,” Beca whispered. “I’m not sure I’ll ever want your cock in me, but I love you and I’m not afraid of you, Jacob. Touch me and kiss me and love me.”
I did. There was never room for me to get a hand between her legs as the three girls were taking turns and switching off to love each other, but Beca and I kissed as I muffled her climaxes with my mouth. And eventually, she held my cock against her hip as I spurted my release onto us, still kissing and petting her.
I slipped out before anyone was awake Monday morning and went for a run. I just kept turning to the right at every corner I came to, figuring I’d get back to the entrance before long. As it turned out, I ran about five miles before I came back through town and then to the road where the campsite was. It felt good to just get out and run. My watch said five miles and I’d turned it in about fifty minutes. I needed to get focused. Cross Country practice was to begin today back home and if I wanted to run with the team next week, I needed to show I was ready. I’d sent an email to Jock and he agreed that he’d try me out. I couldn’t believe everything was starting so soon. School would start in nine days with our first meet three days later.
When I got back to camp and got a shower, I started pulling together things for breakfast. We had a propane stove and I made a pile of bacon to start. There were nine of us at the campsite, so I just kept throwing on as much as I could. Donna came out of her tent looking pretty disheveled. She looked around the campsite and then came over to give me a little kiss before she went to the showers. Beca and Sophie had emerged and headed for the showers by the time Donna got back and started mixing up batter for pancakes. We didn’t say much but just worked beside each other and occasionally rubbed shoulders. The rest of the crew dragged themselves out of bed. Riko came directly to the stove and made a big pot of coffee that started perking before she got back from the showers.
When I had about four pounds of bacon cooked, I drained most of the bacon grease out of the cast iron skillet and got ready to cook eggs. Donna put a griddle on the left side of the camp stove and started making pancakes. As we all got moving and I started putting eggs with the pancakes and bacon, things loosened up and we started laughing and talking about what we needed to do. I told people about my run and we decided this afternoon we’d take a walk out to the trail through the woods I found.
As soon as we got breakfast cleaned up, Riko and Riley wanted us to come in to the booth and start working on our costumes. They had all The Masque of Beauty and the Beast costumes but alterations needed to be made in order to make them all work. My outfit was pretty much what I wore during the show last fall. It was a stylized minstrel outfit and didn’t need much adjusting. Cindy’s costume was similar to mine but Riko wanted to make some adjustments to it that would make her look a little more ethereal, like a woodland sprite instead of just another minstrel. Riley went to work making adjustments so Desi could wear the beast mask and costume. Donna and Beca helped Brittany and Sophie select two of the grotesques’ costumes. They ended up using green and blue and there was a lot of giggling coming from the dressing room as they worked on how they should be worn and how to operate the wings of the beast.
Since my costume needed the least amount of work, I headed out around the fairground, checking for possible performance locations with a critical eye. I still didn’t know how we were going to handle recording it, but we certainly needed suitable locations, even if we only performed during the festival. One thing about working in Kentucky was that we had trees. There were several older ones—I mean big ones—in the village and a pretty good woodland surrounded the fairground. Since the association had events all summer long, there was a strong number of local craftsmen who had permanent shops along the main street and even though the festival wasn’t running all week, the village was open for business.
A bandstand and dance floor was located in the middle of the square. That looked a little formal for the kind of presentation we intended but it had the advantage of pretty good acoustics and camera angles. I’d have to see what the team thought about it. The costumes went better with a more natural setting or—as we’d done in the fall—on an almost blank stage with a couple of levels.
I thought a more likely place to record the performance would be right at the edge of the village where a large tree marked the entrance. The path curved and just beyond it was the woods. The downside was it would be difficult to record there with people entering and exiting the festival.
“What’s going on?” I asked when I got back to the booth in the vendor area. Riko’s was the only booth open that wasn’t a permanent part of the village. Cindy was playing some interesting music on her flute while Brittany and Sophie operated Desi’s wings. They rushed at me and enfolded me in the wings. I took advantage of the opportunity to give Desi a kiss on her boobs since there was no way I could kiss the person beneath the mask. The wings opened.
“That’s just the scene we need when the wings open,” Sophie said. “The minstrel has been smothered by the beast in her copious bosom.”
“Wouldn’t that end the story?” Cindy asked innocently. “I suppose I could go into a funeral march or a mourning song. What would be appropriate music to mourn a minstrel muffled by mammaries?” We all looked at Cindy and broke out laughing. Without her mother watching over her she let a slightly more ribald wit come out that we’d seen only hints of over the summer. She still glanced around to see if Riko, Riley, or Donna were nearby.
“Where’s our others? I think I found a good place to record if we do it during the week. Not so sure about how it would work on the weekend, though.” I looked around.
“Beca and Donna went to town,” Desi said, removing the mask. “They’re bringing back lunch and Donna said she needed to investigate some equipment.”
“Geez, that’s right,” I moaned. “We talk about making a recording but we don’t have anything to record with. My little camera is only good for a few feet and would need to be stable. And how good can the sound really be if we’re wandering and dancing all over everyplace?”
“She said something about post-recording,” Cindy sighed. “What have we done?”
“That sounds like a huge amount of work,” I said. “I trust Donna, though, and if she thinks we’ve got something going and can produce it, I’ll wait and see what she comes up with. Why don’t we go scope it out and see whether we think the location will work?” I grabbed my lute and we headed toward the village entrance. I suggested that I approach the village playing alone and then Cindy appear from behind the tree to join me, sort of playing hide and seek with me as we entered. The scene was getting a lot simpler as we progressed, just so we wouldn’t end up with something so long and unmanageable it couldn’t be produced.
We worked the scenes and the music for a couple of hours and were pretty pleased. We’d moved into more stable music in our repertoire without so much improv but we were playing it in a much different manner. Cindy and I focused on each other and played our instruments to each other. When Desi entered the scene, she blended into what we were playing with threatening descants we fought to overcome her. The two of us played on her music as well as each other. And in the end, we three sang and played while sitting together with Desi’s wings wrapped around both of us. If we could pull it off, it would be great.
“May I come in?” Donna asked at the flap of the tent. A bit of wind had come up in the evening and it was threatening rain, so we hadn’t started a fire and when it got dark, we all headed to the tents. Donna had joined Cindy at first and we were surprised she was asking to come in to our tent.
Before I could say anything, Beca responded, “Come on in.” It was a pretty big tent with our air mattresses laid out in the middle with sleeping bags and pillows just scattered around on them. We hadn’t needed to get inside them for the past few days. Besides, being in the bags got hot when bodies were slipping around on each other. Which is not what we were doing Tuesday night, but… well…
“Oh! You’re all naked!” Donna said when she was inside and her eyes adjusted to the dim light.
“We were just sitting around talking,” Desi said.
“And it was really hot,” Brittany added.
“We’ll cover up if it makes you uncomfortable, Donna,” Beca said. “But it’s just nudity. We wouldn’t have invited you into the midst of an orgy. At least not yet.” Donna stood there staring at us, unblinking for a few seconds, while we all held our breath.
“It is muggy in here,” she said at last. Her camp robe fell to the floor behind her and in one fluid move, she pulled off her long shirt. There was nothing under it. She sat demurely in our circle where Sophie and Beca had opened a spot. Beca reached out and took her hand.
“We love you, Donna,” Beca said.
“I love you, too,” Donna responded. “I’m still overcoming some mental barriers, but nudity isn’t one of them. Sex is and that’s something separate. Everyone okay?”
V1 had difficulty with nudity until I was nearly fifty. I started with a stiff code of what I called morals and there was no room for displaying the human body. Sharon Long started breaking that down with her totally unashamed displays of her body before me during our monthlong affair. But even when I held Rebecca in my arms as she passed from this world, I’d seldom seen my wife naked.
My acceptance of nudity started after Rebecca’s death and was more by cause of laziness than any moral turpitude. I simply got out of bed and went about my day’s tasks. If I didn’t need to dress to go to work, I didn’t bother. I suppose that helped when I began to break out of my social shell and met Sophie in Miami. I not only relished seeing her naked body, I could dance with her and make love at the same time.
Renie was ten years younger than me. It was so unfair that she passed so young. But that ten years meant she was more of the hippie generation—a baby boomer. Going braless was the least of her independence. Unless the house was uncommonly cold, Renie often ran around in just her panties and had no difficulty forgetting them. Of course, when we were first together, I responded to her nudity dramatically and wanted to make love to her all the time, but eventually, I became accustomed to it and we’d even gone to a nude beach on vacation once. California will make you do anything, it seems. We even smoked a little pot.
The problem with nudity was those first sights—the first time a woman takes off her blouse in front of you and you see what you’ve longed to touch for the first time.
Donna Levy, my fantasy for sixty-five years, was sitting naked in front of me. Her skin glowed in the soft light from the one electric lantern we had lit in the corner. It was so flawless. Her tummy barely bulged as she leaned on one hand while her legs were demurely tucked beneath her. Her breasts were soft and I was hard. Brittany slipped a hand around me to stroke my back and side. That did nothing to assuage my condition. I was trying not to stare, eyes darting all around the tent trying not to land on Donna but instead seeing Desi’s big breasts and Beca’s little ones. Sophie sitting cross legged next to Donna and showing everything, though dimly lit. Brittany with her fresh young tits pressed against my right arm and her hand stroking my back. I was ready to pass out.
“I’m so glad you escaped from your ward for a while,” Beca smiled. I guess girls are just more used to seeing girls naked. Even gay girls. And Beca had lived with Donna much of the summer, so for all I knew she had seen our former teacher nude every day. That thought didn’t help my cock shrink.
“She needed some privacy,” Donna said. “I think sharing a tent with an adult is a bit of a strain on her developing… um… libido. I decided she’d be more comfortable alone for a while.”
Somehow, the thought of Cindy satisfying her developing libido in a tent a few feet away from us also didn’t help my arousal.
“That’s so nice of you,” Brittany said. “I had to seduce my aunt in order to get any relief.” We all looked at them as they leaned toward each other and kissed.
“Well, I also thought I should come and tell you the news. I got a phone call a bit ago. We have a videographer,” Donna said.
“Really? Can we even afford that?” I blurted out. “I mean… sorry. I’m a little tense… about it… right now.”
“We can all tell,” Desi whispered.
“I’ve made an arrangement with him. He’ll do this first video on spec to see if it is worth a continuing relationship. If you make money on this one, you’ll have to pay for the next one. He might even want to buy in if it goes well. I’ve seen his work and he is very good. We talked about sound and he suggested we record it naturally in the video and then post-record anything sounding too weak,” Donna said.
“That’s pretty amazing, Donna. How did you manage to get a professional videographer to agree to all that?” I asked. Donna heaved a huge sigh.
“He’s my former fiancé.”
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