Chapter 44: By mid-afternoon...

By mid-afternoon on the day when Ray-Ray had taken Sue Ellen and Honey to Bayou Park, the other ten Calendar Girls were already discussing the outing. They now knew what was in store for them, but they didn’t know who Ray-Ray would pair them up with, nor where he would take them to be taped.

Some of the Naughty Nudes were sanguine — what would be, would be.

Sissy Bardot called Linda Mouton, “I hope he puts me and you together, but if it’s a different girl, I’m okay with that too.”

Linda laughed, “Same, so long as she gets me off. You spoiled me, girlfriend.”

“Back atcha.”

Even the ones who had never gone down on another woman, weren’t all that concerned. At Ray-Ray’s direction, they had already fingered and been fingered to climax. A couple of them weren’t quite as nonchalant as they put on, but none of them was consumed by worry either.

Their equanimity stemmed from a couple of levels of acceptance of their previous adventures. The community of Sausalito had not only been accepting, but positively supportive.

More important, had been the reaction of their own families.

For the most part, they’d gotten over their initial shock. For the most part, husbands had come to accept the new reality. At least their wives weren’t sucking cock at Miss Kitty’s, weren’t stripping on stage in front of their sons. Some of the men were openly proud — even after all these years, their wives were still sexy, still in demand.

Newly bald pussies, public adulation, comments from their buddies ... well, the sex lives in some of the Calendar Girls’ bedrooms had definitely improved.

And, not every guy would admit it, but having his wife fool around with another woman was a fantasy come to life. Now if only they could find a way to join the fun.

The children of the Naughty Nudes? A mixed bag there. The youngest ones didn’t see what all the fuss was about. But the teenagers ... well, it ranged from mortification to a grudging acceptance of reality.

Of course, the boys reveled in seeing the other mothers, some of whom they even knew, in the buff. Only a couple of the braver boys admitted to enjoying the sight of their own mothers. Truth be known, several of them jerked off to the Miss Kitty photos.

And, photos were as far as the public exposure went. The videos would be posted in conjunction with the Calendar sales. So ... nude, yes. Having sex, no.

In any case, so far as the Calendar Girls were concerned, the worst was in the rearview mirror. Kate had reassured them that they wouldn’t be expected to fuck any guys. Although she did leave an intriguing hint that there might be male involvement in a future shoot.

All in all, the newsflash that Sue Ellen and Honey had gone down on each other didn’t set off any serious alarm bells. These were mature women, married mothers, who had already exhibited public courage several times.

Yes, licking another girl would indeed be an escalation. But it was one they were, mostly, prepared to carry out. By the next morning, the conversation had shifted from ‘will I?’ to ‘I wonder who it will be?’

Kate was aware of the speculation and decided to encourage it with another Contrary Mary party.

It was interesting; the Naughty Nudes now showed up in just a tee or a dress, panties, and sneakers. They automatically stripped as soon as they entered the party room. Kate was pleased with them as they embraced warmly, exchanged cheek kisses, laughed, and teased. Some butt-slaps, a friendly boob-squeeze, more laughter.

They weren’t toned hard bodies and they knew it. But they had been chosen to be Calendar Girls which meant something. As Marie La Fontaine had once remarked, “Boys all over town are jerking off to us, and I love it!”

Ray-Ray had the Bayou Park tape of Sue Ellen and Honey running on a loop on the flatscreen. All the Calendar Girls had their own copy, but Kate put it up there as a reminder of what lay ahead for the rest of them.

And, as Darlene circulated with trays of margaritas, Kate noted that her Naughty Nudes were eyeing each other speculatively. Wondering: Will it be you? Or you? Maybe you?

Then Darlene, acting on her own impulse, started dropping hints to this girl and that one, “If I knew Ray-Ray was gonna have me licking pussy, I’d get in some practice, me. Before he took me out to be taped.”

As the evening wore on, the speculative glances became more thoughtful, more evaluative. Perhaps Darlene had made a good point. Maybe I should have a little experience before the camera started rolling.

Toward the end, Esmeralda Chastain sidled up to Ray-Ray, and spoke quietly, almost in a whisper, “Hon, you remembered, didn’t you ... about the Chief and, you know, keeping Gerry in the station so when you come by...”

He looked her directly in the eye, “Ez, I already spoke to Rémy. He’ll keep your husband at a desk whenever I ask him to.” He lowered his voice, “I can’t wait to fuck you. I jacked off last night dreaming about it.”

That night, after her husband had fucked her and then drifted off to sleep, Ez reached down between her thighs. She grinned in the dark, turned on because Ray-Ray had masturbated to her, but, for some reason, equally excited that Rémy Thibodeaux not only knew about Ray-Ray and her, but that he would keep Gerry busy. That somehow made the naughtiness even more delicious.

On the morning of the Bayou Park shoot, after Ray-Ray left, Sue Ellen and Honey glanced at each other and started giggling. They were right there, they were naked, they were alone. Sue Ellen held out her hand; Honey winked and grabbed it. They strolled back to Sue Ellen’s bed.

No Ray-Ray, no Kate, no camera, no instructions.

They kissed for the first time, and it felt almost as intimate as licking pussy. They lay their heads on Sue Ellen’s pillow, facing each other, smiling warmly. Each began playing with herself as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

No hurry; they had hours before school let out.

Both Sue Ellen and Honey had shared the news of their private little adventure with the other girls. It wasn’t stop-the-presses news, but it was interesting because it involved oral sex, involved another step of escalation. And, they had engaged in it even after Ray-Ray had left them alone. Hmm...

Linda and Sissy had been the first to travel down that path, but they’d been outliers. And they hadn’t felt the need to talk to the others about their occasional ‘dates’ at each other’s house.

But since Ray-Ray had started the Naughty Nudes on the path of getting each other off ... well, some of them enjoyed girly sex to the point of no longer waiting for a photo session. In fact, most of them fooled around with each other a little.

As their husbands were enjoying a more robust love life, the Calendar Girls themselves — most of them — had been reawakened too. They weren’t hopping from bed to bed, but their newfound freedom and confidence led to a stolen morning here, a noontime quickie there.

They still worked — full or part-time, still raised kids, still ran households. Yet, more and more, they took some time off to have some fun. It was exhilarating to have eleven other girls who understood their needs, appreciated each other, and, increasingly, were open to having quick, joyful, no-strings sex. No worries, no jealousies, no commitments.

It was a new world, and some adjusted to it faster than others. It wasn’t the breathless passion supposedly experienced by honeymooners, but it was ... quite satisfying. Margot might call Ez, “Wanna come by for a cuppa?”

“You bet!”

There was no question about what Margot had in mind. She didn’t need to spell it out to Ez. They were over 30, well past the age of simpering and innuendo. Margot opened the door, naked and smiling, “I was in such a mood.”

Ez turned her back, “Unzip me.”

Sometimes the trysts were brisk and efficient — two mature women who were focused on getting each other off. Other times it was languid, almost dreamy. They knew what they wanted, they were getting to know each other’s bodies. No husband rutting around, kids away ... and ... that sense of ease and comfort they already felt with each other.

In a way, it was hotter with Ray-Ray taping them, more exciting. Yet, when it was just the two of them — any two — it was usually easier to cum. Was that the only point, sexual release?

No. Friendships were developing, girls were bonding, a sisterhood was forming. Did they walk in the door expecting to cum? Yes. More than once? Yes.

But after a romp, sitting in the kitchen with tea and cookies, fresh out of a shower, just visiting and gossiping and reminiscing ... well, that was almost as satisfying.

And that might be it for the morning. Or, they might exchange a glance, have an unspoken conversation, and head right back to bed. An itch to scratch, a friend in need ... it was so open and easy when both girls fully understood why they had gotten together.

However, after the news from Sue Ellen and Honey ... would licking pussy change the dynamics? The easy relationships? Only one way to find out.

Carole Bertrand summed it up, “When Tee-Benny turned 14, or maybe 15, he and his two besties started jacking each other off. They think I don’t know.”

Ez Chastain smiled, “Moms usually know.”

Carole shrugged, “I don’t care, they’re just walking hormones these days. But me and the other moms were talking it over, we were curious — would they start sucking each other off?”

Ez, still smiling, “And?”

“We don’t think so; it would be a pretty big step.”

Marie La Fontaine said, “Like licking pussy for us.”

“Yeah, I guess. Maybe.”

Kate hadn’t said a word about it. Ray-Ray hadn’t called them. Yet each of the Calendar Girls knew she would soon be going down on one of her friends. Probably more than one, truth be told.

No one dreaded it; no one even remotely considered resisting. But each of them freely admitted, “I’m sorta looking forward to having it done.”

Most of them had had boyfriends who gamely ate them as a prelude to fucking. Most of their husbands no longer bothered, had never really enjoyed it all that much. But maybe ... with another girl ... hmm.

Back at the Bayou Bar and Bank, Slim had thought of, and paid for, four misters that gently sprayed and cooled the entire outdoor area. In the blistering, unrelenting heat wave, the misters were an immediate hit.

When the plumbers from town had installed the system, they gave Sinéad the option to select a range of temperatures from cool to cold. As Slim had predicted, the Bayou Bar became even more of a draw, more of a social hub.

CC saw how popular they were and said, “How about another mister on the dock at school?” Done.

Clothes had become a rare sight at home; neighbors were used to seeing each other in the buff. Mothers had given up the fight to keep their kids in underwear weeks before. It was just too fucking hot.

And now, with the misters, it wasn’t just friends and neighbors who checked each other out. It seemed as if half the population of the Cajun Bayous was visiting the Bayou Bar at least once or twice a week.

Mothers dropped kids off at school and immediately headed for the bar. And if they had bothered with panties or a thong ... poof. Everyone was naked under the blessed misting system.

At school, Jonny LeBlank no longer bothered even to try to keep the students in underwear. Periodically, he let them leave the sweltering classroom and go down to the dock for a blessed minute or two under the mister.

The not-unexpected distractions from exposed classroom pussies and hard-ons were mostly offset by the intermittent relief from the heat. Jonny still dismissed his students around 10:30 or 11; a couple of hours of study was better than nothing.

There had never been any age restrictions at the Bayou Bar; Sinéad had never had a liquor license and was hardly worried about state inspectors this far down in the bayous. Tax collectors? Nary a one.

So when school let out, many of the kids headed straight for the bar. It was only about five or six minutes by Jon boat. The boys knew they’d get to see plenty of pussy; many of the girls got a kick out of watching the boys jack off. It was a familiar sight to those with brothers at home. But it was more interesting under the misters. You could compare sizes, amount of cum, distance spurted, recovery times, etc. Girls of all ages became intimately familiar with naked-boy behavior.

And those young girls weren’t the only bayou females checking out the action. As long as the boys kept to themselves and didn’t try to get too close, none of the women seemed to mind being jerked off to. Most were amused, and a few reveled in the attention.

The cooling relief from the record-high temperatures seemed to reinvigorate many of the women visitors. Before, they had lain almost listlessly in Cunts Corner. Now they were more animated, wandering around under the spray, laughing and joking with girlfriends, fully aware of giving the boys an eyeful.

Overall, thanks to the misters, life was marginally more comfortable; moms were in a better mood, and boys were feeling a sexual freedom in public they’d never experienced.

Eulalie would be pleased if she ever came back and paid a visit to the bayou.

“Eulalie, when your sister first talked me into opening Miss Kitty’s, she wasn’t even as old as you are.”

“Yeah, but she was fucking all the right people, Kate.”

“Back then — hell, it’s probably the same way now — that was about the only way for a girl to get ahead in Sausalito. Even as brilliant as Marie is.”

Eulalie knew now that ‘brilliant’ was a subjective concept. Marie was intelligent, quick, intuitive. But compared with a Lacy Danube or Chase Windsor ... well, brilliance was relative.

Kate, “Back then, when I first opened Miss Kitty’s, I overestimated the power of the churches, of the Negative Nellies. There was a loud contingent of anti-strippers, but they were really in the minority. I was so concerned with just keeping the doors open that I overlooked the free spirit of the Cajuns, the laissez-faire attitude.”

“And that was the attitude that Marie wanted you to exploit.”

“Yes, and she was right about the ... town’s potential for acceptance. Moms Gone Wild. Teachers Gone Wild.”

Eulalie laughed, “And the blowjob contests for moms and teachers. The Cum Cup, that was one of my favorites.”

“Yeah. I’ve been looking back at the ... um, evolution of attitudes. And now it doesn’t seem quite so remarkable that Sausalito has finally accepted the Dirty Dozen and their sons.”

“Which opened the door to all those Saturday morning dancers. Does anyone in town even talk about all those boys going there and jerking off?”

“No, not really, not anymore. It’s been going on for so long without any ... you know, bad consequences. Anyway, all that history — all that Miss Kitty’s has gotten away with over the years ... well, that made the Calendar Girls possible. Eulalie, I could pose them naked and spread-eagled on Main Street, and it wouldn’t create that much of a fuss.”

“Are they your favorites?”

“Yes, by a mile. They’re older, and I didn’t have to coerce them. They’re having the time of their lives. Their sex lives have been revitalized, and they’re open to new experiences. But the best thing, my favorite part anyway, is how Sausalito has embraced them.”