Chapter 38

The Spring Prom-cum-Graduation Dance was coming up mid-June. Proms were just becoming popular in Canada at that time and had yet to attain the 'coming of age' significance it held in the States. The big formal dance on our school schedule in those days was 'Commencement', held in the fall. It was the dance after the formal ceremony to mark the beginning of a new school year (hence the name), and to recognize the previous year's graduates and achievers. Still, for my wives and me, it was the perfect opportunity to let the school community know about us, not necessarily our marital status, but at least to show we were a three-part item. We had decided weeks before to attend, and to show how important they considered it, they made me formally ask them to be my dates for the Prom. Actually, they decided they would like to attend when it first appeared on the school calendar which I hardly ever read, and through my mother let it be known they would give serious consideration to a request from me to be my dates.

Like all teenage girls attending their first formal, Carol and Riekie were deeply excited and went completely bonkers with their preparations. Val, an accomplished seamstress even at her age, thanks to 4-H Club and Home Ec. in Grade 9, made their gowns from patterns and material they chose. I was not allowed to see anything before the big night. My preparations consisted of renting a tux and buying two corsages. I was advised by the seamstress to get wrist corsages but when I asked her what colour to get, she demurred and asked if I would trust her to order them for me. I knew normally the girl would let her date know the colour of her dress so he could get something appropriate, but this was such a deep dark secret, no one would tell me even that. I had no choice, and let Val and Mom order the flowers.

Prom night arrived, and I was almost as nervous as my first date with Carol. With all the secret preparations of dresses and corsages, the suspense and significance of 'coming out' had me wound up like a nine day clock. It was our first real social outing as a threesome outside our families, and coincidentally, was my first real date with Riekie, even though we'd been married for ten months.

I must digress here and explain something. Using an ancient rite Carol and I were first married, literally 'tying the knot' on my birthday the previous year. We married Riekie two nights later, using the same rite. My mother retied that knot Christmas Eve past and gave us the blessing of the Goddess when I gave the girls their rings. From that first tentative step in August, to this point, our relationship grew and matured to the point where we truly considered ourselves married regardless of State or Church sanction. That we had the unqualified support and encouragement of my family and their mother's family just reinforced that perception.

Anyway, back to Prom night.

Exams were over and school was out, I spent a good part of the day vacuuming, washing and polishing the family sedan which was to be my chariot for the evening. Late in the afternoon I picked up M'ladies' corsages. They were in opaque boxes so I couldn't see the contents, just the name of each girl printed on the outside. Val took them from me when I got home, and secretly inspected them to ensure the florist didn't mix them up. She wouldn't let me have them again until I left to get the girls, for fear I'd peek.

While I made my preparations, my wives whiled away their day bathing and primping, spending hours in the beauty salon getting the full treatment on their hair, nails, and makeup. I think it cost Bob Sr. a small fortune. Dolly physically paid, but he picked up the tab.

It was supposed to be one of the girls' weekends at the farm, but they decided for the Prom, I must pick them up at their own home. That wasn't a big deal as I usually picked them up on Friday's anyway if there was no school bus. The special deal this time was the dance, and we wouldn't get home until quite late. They would come out to the farm for the balance of the weekend after the dance.

I got dressed in my rental tux, was pronounced by the family as cleaning up not too bad and fit for polite society and drove to my dates' house. Mom, Dad and my sisters crammed into the old truck and followed so they could see the girls in their glory and take some pictures. Normally, after all this time, I would have just walked into their house, but tonight, I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door. Dolly answered and invited me in; the girls weren't quite ready yet, and would I please have a seat to wait. Bob Sr. was away traveling again, and never saw his beautiful daughters on their big night. Dolly then invited my family in to watch.

The girls made me wait just long enough to increase the suspense, making me even more nervous. Dolly watched at the foot of the stairs for their signal they were ready. When they appeared at the top, she beckoned me over so they could make their grand entrance.

It was a snug fit in the stairway, but the girls descended the stairs together. They both had a finely tuned sense of drama, and used it to its fullest effect.

To my eyes, at least, they were always the two most beautiful girls in the world. Tonight, there could be no doubt and the rest of the world would see what I saw. I felt a lump rise in my throat and caught my breath, daring not to breathe or blink for fear I lost this vision! Surely I couldn't be so fortunate as to be married not just to one, but both of the stunning creatures that floated down those stairs! I thought they must certainly have been from another world entirely where only beauty reined. My wives were absolutely breathtaking! I heard appreciative gasps from behind me and even Bob gave a low whistle. A camera flashed, capturing just a portion of this poetry in motion.

Val had performed magic on their gowns, revealing her own considerable talents. Almost identical in style, yet subtly different in detail to best highlight the small differences in their bodies their gowns looked like something from an haute-couture designer. Perfectly fitted, figure flattering, clinging in all the right places, they revealed without revealing, slinky but not tawdry. The material had a satiny shimmer. Carol's was a beautiful shade of mauve I think is called periwinkle. Riekie's was an equally lovely shade of butter yellow. The colours accented and set off their hair and beautiful blue eyes. Those gowns should have sold for thousands of dollars.

The bodices, descending off the shoulder were deeply vee'd, revealing teasing curves of rounded flesh hinting at the succulent teenage breasts within. The skirt portion draped from an empire waist, clinging sensuously to their deliciously rounded hips and draped full length, revealing shapely thigh through the material as they moved and it clung to the bare flesh beneath. The hems nearly touched the floor, just enough above to prevent tripping as they moved in matching three-quarter heeled slippers. Each carried a matching wrap draped over an arm.

These stunning creatures at last stood before me and slowly pirouetted to display their gowns in their entirety. The backs were cut very low, almost to the cleft of their firm, rounded buttocks, revealing their flawless skin and the dimples just above those sweet cheeks. The skirt draped over and around those lovely asses, clinging and subtly revealing their cracks.

The question in every guy's mind, and probably that of many girls tonight would be, "Are they or are they not?" I knew the answer without asking or looking: They weren't, because they never did, and hadn't since last summer. These stunning creatures were totally nude under their beautiful gowns! No panties, and there was no way they could wear a bra with those low-cut backs and deeply vee'd bodices. Neither girl needed the support. Val had cunningly lined the critical areas with a slightly heavier material and shaped it so they teasingly revealed without falling out.

Stunned by the gowns, it took me some time to recover and take in the rest of the package. Each wife wore four pieces of jewelry — the moonstone embellished heart lockets I gave them for Christmas, the matching bracelets they got for their birthdays, their wedding rings and a small tiara in their hair.

Their hair stylist must have spent hours working to achieve the delightful effects I saw. Carol's normally short hair was styled softly in such a way as to frame her lovely face perfectly. The pretty brown shade seemed to glow and the deep red highlights shimmered. Riekie's soft blonde curls glowed as they fell to her shoulders, highlighting her eyes even more. Each had just a touch of glitter to add some sparkle.

Their make up was incredibly subtle, so well done it looked like none at all, highlighting those gorgeous blue eyes. Their full, sensuous lips were subtly, kissably enhanced with some magical lip gloss. Completing the picture, their manicured nails were coloured to match their gowns.

As I stared, I'm sure open-mouthed, at these magnificent wonders, my mind tried to conjure up something poetic to say, but speechless was I. I thought of Romeo's speech to Juliet, but couldn't remember the words, unusual for me. Any other time, I could have rattled off the whole soliloquy without batting an eye. Recovering my equilibrium somewhat, I managed to breathe out a very un-poetic but heartfelt. "Beautiful! Fucking Beautiful!" The girls knew what I meant and together curtsied prettily in acceptance of the crude compliment, but I shocked everyone else I think.

I heard a snicker behind me. The sound finally brought me to my senses and I presented the ladies their corsages, fastening them to their wrists clumsily, my hands shaking nervously. Again, Val had outdone herself, ordering the perfect floral accessories — orchids which perfectly matched the colour of their gowns. Together, my wives pinned a small red rose to my lapel. Cameras clicked and flashed through the whole process. My folks and Dolly all made us pose for photographs at the foot of the stairs: me in the centre with a wife on each arm; me with each of them separately; the two of them; and each of us singly.

As they took their pictures, I finally regained most of my composure and was able to compliment them properly without course language. Giggling happily they opined that I cleaned up pretty good myself and allowed as it might not be too embarrassing to be seen in public with me. I rejoined that I thought I might have to hire a body guard to keep the guys away because they looked almost too good to be seen in public.

The familial paparazzi wanted some outside pictures before they'd let us leave. I helped the ladies with their wraps and we moved to the front lawn for more photographs. They posed us in front of a pretty flowering bush and snapped a few dozen more pictures. As they finished, a limo pulled into the driveway behind the wagon. Dad informed me there was no way I was taking these Princesses to the ball in a Chevy pumpkin! He splurged and hired the limo for us. This earned him some appreciative hugs, 'specially from the young starlets on my arm. More pictures were snapped as the three of us posed by the limo.

A liveried driver stepped out and handed the three of us into the back seat. It was only two blocks to the school, but he toured the whole downtown before delivering us to the doors. I can't remember what the theme of the Prom was that year -- I'd have to look it up in the year book. I remember the next year, 1967, though. That was Canada's Centennial and the Prom theme reflected it. I didn't go to the Prom that year or any after that. What I do remember of the 1966 Prom was a red carpet and doormen.