Well Made and Enduring
Copyright© 2016 by PocketRocket
Chapter 6: After Party
Elspeth dragged herself back to the room she shared with Harshini and Vivian. Though the hour was late and the day had been long, that did not account for the fatigue Elspeth felt. The others were sitting cross-legged on the beds, discussing the scene they had witnessed. Vivian was again (or still) topless and stroking the pink marks on her breasts. Harshini was asking about how the pain had colored the orgasm.
That did not shock Elspeth. Harshini was from a region where the Kama Sutra was a lifestyle, much like yoga. Vivian was another story. She was from the rural Midwest, so Elspeth had expected something conservative, even repressed. Yet Vivan voluntarily went topless at the event and had shown no sign of embarrassment when Elspeth entered the room. Elspeth fought an urge to reach out and stroke the tits and their pointed nipples.
Instead, Elspeth went to her own bed. She pulled back the covers, making sure that Harshini and Vivian could have a good look at her still burning ass. Then, biting her lip, Elspeth removed her bra before she crawled into bed. Harshini said nothing, but Vivian smothered a laugh before she rose and turned out the light. Elspeth fell asleep thinking of the bruising on Christine’s legs.
The morning came late. There was a wrap party planned, but it was after the Amish had religious services. Elspeth dreamed of being naked in Dr. Richards’ class while a small dog was shaking her foot. It turned out to be Vivian trying to wake her. It was almost ten o’clock. Breakfast was over and the merry-go-round was about to be started. Elspeth donned her workout clothes and went to see the fair.
deja vu yet again. This time, it was as if she had already attended as someone else. Still, it was fun. One ride on the merry-go-round seemed obligatory. Then, Elspeth tried some of the skill games and played a round of quoits. The archaic game proved both challenging and hysterical. Every player was laughing, with a couple rolling on the grass, before they gave up finishing the game. Instead, the players moved to the lemonade stand, then dispersed in several directions.
Elspeth acquired a drink, a pimento cheese sandwich, and an Amish-made pickle. She sat on a shady bench to eat her lunch. It felt good to relax. All week she had been Google and Wikipedia for the whole project, not to mention Dr. Richards’ gofer and voice. If anything, things were even busier when Dr. Richards was not around. Everyone had wanted Elspeth to play boss-interpreter. Finally, no one needed to know what to do next or to get approval on what they had already done. It was nice. She smiled and closed her eyes.
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