Part 4

THURSDAY, October 5, 2219

As with most days, Martha was at the kitchen table with the Poppyfield Press Democrat by eight thirty. She immediately opened the entertainment section hoping to get more on Princess Caroline from Jenna’s Dish, but nothing. Instead it was about the drunken escapades of Momo Toyoda, heiress to the Toyota Empire. The front section had more and told her how scandalize the Fleet Street Tabloids in London were.

At the back door, there came a knock.

“Come in!” Martha called.

Jeanine appeared in her tight yellow tee, denim shorts and carrying a paper grocery bag. She was followed by Officer Ron in his uniform.

“Hi, Sweetie,” said Jeanine.

“Hi, Guys. Did you get Saturday off, Ron?” Martha asked.

“I did! I’ll be there.”

“Good,” smiled Martha.

There was an awkward silence, and Martha stood to pour coffee for her friends.

“So?” Jeanine asked.

“So!” said Martha.

“So!!! Saturday!!!”

“Oh! Yes!” Martha said. “I’m so sorry. I signed the papers last night. I’m meat,” the last sent a surreal chill through her. “I’m meat…” she whispered.

“Well,” Jeanine sighed wistfully. “That’s it then, Ron?”

“That’s it, hon,” Ron nodded his red head.

“That’s it,” Martha agreed.

“No,” Jeanine shook her head. “You don’t understand. Ron and I had a discussion last night, between… hmmm… anyway, I’ll be on that third spit!”

Martha’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding!”

“Well,” Ron said. “Three thousand for a license is a lot of paper. I promised my wife a spitroasting, and this is too good an opportunity to make good on that promise.”

“But didn’t you want to go out with one of your daughters?” asked Martha.

“Honey,” Jeanine said. “We don’t always get what we want. And I can’t imagine life without my best friend.”

Martha smiled at that.

“Anyway, we need to get waxed,” Jeanine said, putting the paper bag on the table. “Yukio’s was booked solid. So I got us all the goods last night. I even bought enough for your mother.”

Martha starred agape at the bag for a moment.

“Uhm,” Martha said. “My mother probably will want to be shaved on Saturday…”

“Oh,” Jeanine said. “I forgot… East Coast thing,” Jeanine said to Ron. “The women there don’t believe in being bare till the end. Bushes are a status symbol.”

“Oh yeah,” Ron said. “I heard that. Well, can you ask your father about the Paperwork, Martha? Or send it over with Jeanine?”

“Of course,” said Martha.

He moved close and kissed Martha’s cheek.

“Thanks Girl,” he said. “I’ll leave you two to it. Bye Babe.”

“Bye Honey,” said Jeanine. The couple kissed and Ron left. Jeanine sat, her hands were shaking. “What a rush! Whooo…”

“I know,” Martha said, herself shaking. “I’m so scared!”

“What made you agree,” asked Jeanine after a long pause.

Martha took a deep breath. “Don was so happy. I couldn’t say no.”

Jeanine nodded understanding. “Ron fucked me so hard last night, I’m still sore. But I’m still horny!”

Martha stood and started a fresh pot of coffee. Meanwhile, Jeanine stood and opened the cupboard where Martha kept her pots. She took out a two quart, filled it with water at the sink and put it on the stove.

“Where are your folks?” Jeanine asked.

“My parents have some friend or business associate in Phoenix. They’re having brunch with him and his family. My mother is taking the girls out shopping after school.”

“So we’re alone for a while, we can wax here.”

“I guess so,” Martha said. “Hey, ever figure out which one of your girls would go with you?”

“To the spit?” Jeanine asked as Martha nodded. “Well, no…” she admitted, her big dark eyes searching Martha’s face. “I’ll live vicariously through you and your mom.”

Martha laughed at that. “It can’t be the same.”

“Probably not,” Jeanine said. “But what’s the use?” she put a hand on Martha’s. “I really…”

“Yoo-hoo!” Came a singsong voice with a knock at the back door.

“Oh, joy,” said Jeanine.

Martha likewise rolled her eyes. She squeezed the hand Jeanine had laid over her own and withdrew it before calling: “It’s Open!”

In waddled Helen Blakely with Chelsea.

“Look who I found,” Helen said. “Oh! Hello Jeanine.”

“Hello, Helen,” Jeanine said icily, no love lost there. “Hi Chels.”

“Is it true?” asked Chelsea. “You really going to do it?”

Martha nodded. “I signed the papers last night.”

“Oh my gosh!” Chelsea said. “What will we do without you?”

“My husband suggested I volunteer,” Helen said.

“Will you?” Jeanine asked.

“I told him I’d think about it.”

Martha smiled, knowing how hen pecked and cowed Brad Blakely was. She stood and poured fresh coffee for everyone.

“The only question,” Helen went on. “Is who will be on those other four spits.”

“Four?” said Jeanine. “But there are only three! Isn’t that what your mother said?”

Martha shook her head. “Mother was misinformed. Dad bought six spits, six licenses, and the roasters to roast the roasts…”

“Well,” said Helen. “I don’t know why he bought so many. Does he plan on inviting the whole neighborhood?”

“Yes, actually,” Martha said. “He does.”

“But who would volunteer?” asked Helen.

“You could,” Jeanine said.

“You first, Jeanine!”

“I already did!” Jeanine said triumphantly. “Ron and I sign papers tonight!”

Helen was, for the first time in Martha’s experience, completely flustered and unable to respond.

“Frank really wants to spitroast that Morgan chick,” said Chelsea, oblivious to the sparring match. “That bitch secretary I told you about?”

“Oh, yeah,” said Martha.

“Your wax is hot,” said Helen.

Jeanine reached back and turned off the stove.

“It’ll have to cool,” Jeanine said. “It’s too hot.”

“You’re not going to Yukio’s?” asked Chelsea.

“She was booked Solid,” said Martha.

“Anyway,” Chelsea said. “I came here to tell you about your dad’s visit to the shop. Apparently your dad has it all planned out. Did Don tell you how you get gutted?”.

“He and my mother took classes,” Martha said. “So I guess my mother will do me, and he’ll do her…”

“Nope!” Chelsea said. “Remember what you said yesterday? About how big Don is and how he likes to…”

“Chels!” Martha stopped her.

“What?”

“Tell me later!” Martha’s eyes shot toward Helen momentarily.

“Why?” Chelsea asked, oblivious.

“Just… tell me later.”

“Okay,” Chelsea said. “Oh, I have an appointment with my obstetrician! She thinks I have four! Three girls and a boy! Isn’t that cool? Me with a son?”

“Congratulations,” smiled Jeanine.

Martha stood and hugged the tall, short haired blonde.

“It’s not fer sure yet,” Chelsea said. “I’ll know today.”

“Call us as soon as you know!” Martha said, and Chelsea was out the door.

“Anyway,” Helen said. “Pity she’s pregnant. She’d look great on one of those fancy spits.”

“So would you!” Jeanine said. “And you have more meat.”

“I have big bones,” said Helen defensively. “So not that much more. I’m supposed to yield forty eight pounds.”

“You know how much you’ll yield?” Martha asked, a bit shocked.

“Well, I’m one thirty eight, at five foot five. There’s a simple equation for it. You’re, what, five, six?” Helen asked as she dug a pen and pad out of her purse.

“Yes.”

“And what… one, ten?”

“One oh five.”

“And you’re a B-cup?”

“C.”

“One oh five, carry the five… da… da… da! We get thirty two pounds from you,” said Helen.

“Wow,” Martha said as she inspected Helen’s numbers.

“It’s an estimate my husband uses at the exchange,” Helen said. “Not perfect, mind, but nearly always close.”

There was another knock on the back door. Who is it now? Martha thought as she rolled her eyes.

“Come in!”

This time it was Tanya Harding and Brenda Davis. By noon, twelve more neighborhood mothers had stopped by to chat. Neither Martha nor Jeanine had any opportunity to wax that morning. Martha managed to get to her daily chores by one with only two hours remaining before the girls arrived home.

“I’m sorry, Jeanine,” she apologized as her parents walked in the door without knocking. “Mother! Dad! How was Phoenix?”

“Good,” said Chester. “Mr. Bailey’s bringing his family to the barbeque on Saturday, so you’ll meet them.”

“Mrs. Finney,” said Jeanine. “I brought enough wax for you if you’d like to get waxed.”

“How thoughtful of you, dear,” said Mrs. Finney. “But I was hoping to be barbed by Martha on Saturday.”

“You want me to shave you?” asked Martha.

“I was rather hoping,” said Mrs. Finney. “If it’s not too much to ask. I’m sure Chester would, but I’d rather not be all nicked up. My skin is very tender down there.”

Martha exchanged glances with Jeanine. Her friend was flushed.

“You should do it, Martha!” Jeanine said with shaky breath, and Martha was instantly reminded of the story Jeanine told her of her own mother. The whole mommy-daughter thing came to mind.

Martha trembled. “Of course I will,” said Martha. More for you, Jeanine, than for my mother, she wanted to add.

“So did you already wax?” asked Mrs. Finney.

“No,” Jeanine said. “The whole neighborhood showed up and kept us from doing it.”

“Well,” Mrs. Finney said. “You should do it now while you have time. Before the girls come home.”

Jeanine didn’t have to be told twice. She grinned at them both.

“I’ll go heat the wax,” she said, and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Lock the door!” Mrs. Finney called. “Or do your doors have locks? I never looked.”

“Mother! I can’t. My chores! I haven’t done anything.”

“I can see that, dear. Don’t worry. I’ll start. Are the girls beds made?”

“They make their own,” Martha said proudly.

“Good. What needs done?”

Martha gave her mother the list which Mrs. Finney promptly accepted.

“Give me your dress,” Mrs. Finney said.

“What?” asked Martha, looking from her mother to her father.

“Martha, this dress is not for housework. Give me your dress.”

Martha reluctantly unsnapped her pink polyester snap front housedress, very aware she wore nothing underneath. But mother would see her naked anyway, right?

Liz Finney gasped as her daughter stood naked before her, offering up the horrible garment.

“You are so beautiful,” said Mrs. Finney.

“You did good, Sweetheart,” said Chester Finney to his wife.

Martha blushed all over, standing, as she was, on display for her parents.

“Mother,” Martha said. “Mom…” she hesitated. “If you can… later… will you tell me about Silvie? I mean, what happened to her? It’s been on my mind…”

Liz Finney caught her breath again at the mention of Silvie.

“She will!” Mr. Finney said. “Well, I think I’ll go for a walk… it’s so nice here this time of year…” he excused himself and slipped out the front door.

Martha smiled at him as he left.

“Wax is ready,” came Jeanine. “Oh!”

“Don’t worry, Jeanine,” said Mrs. Finney. “She’s ready for you. I’ll get to this,” she held up the list.

Martha smiled at her and turned to Jeanine.

“Ready?”

“Oh god!”

“You okay?”

“Uhm…” Jeanine said. “Can you do me first?”

“Sure…”

Jeanine slipped back into the kitchen and quickly doffed her shorts and panties facing away from her naked friend. She turned slowly, and revealed her nakedness.

“Awe hell,” Jeanine said, stripping off the tight yellow tee, and unclasping her bra.

It was Martha’s turn to catch her breath. She’d never actually seen Jeanine fully nude before. Jeanine’s breasts were firmer than Martha had expected. Thyey were, of course, large, at least a D cup, probably double D. But was astonishing were Jeanine’s dark brown nipples. They were mostly thick protrusions, as big around as the tip of Martha’s pinky and seeming to grow larger as she watched.

“I’m too shaky to do you first,” said Jeanine.

Martha smiled thinking I’m not in much better shape…

“Uhm…” Martha said. “Let’s get you from the back, first.”

“Okay,” said Jeanine. “Table?”

Martha nodded.

Jeanine ended up in the same position as Martha had been when Don had taken her the previous morning. Jeanine’s entire sex was exposed.

Martha retrieved the hot wax and began applying it with the teaspoon sized spatula.

“Uh!” Jeanine grunted as the hot wax made contact with her tender flesh.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be!” Jeanine breathed. “It helps!”

“I didn’t mean to tease you,” Martha apologized. “I’m really sorry.”

“I thought… ah… I thought it looked like you two were going to kiss! Ah! It was sooo haaaaah! Hot!”

Martha laughed and continued to apply the wax carefully, the uncomfortable idea of her kissing her mother floating in her head. Shortly, she pressed in the cloth strips and, trying not to think on Jeanine’s words, she made ready to rip away the unwanted hairs.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

Martha ripped away the strips quickly. She felt gently around Jeanine’s sex looking for stray hairs and found none.

“Done!” Martha said. “Up on the table.”

Jeanine rolled over and complied. Her mons was quite large and her cleft was parted by her very swollen clitoris. Jeanine scooted back a bit on the table and spread her legs.

The sight of Jeanine like this made Martha’s pink nipples ache. Her bare breasts tingled. But she settled into her task and applied the wax as before. When she ripped away the hair it left Jeanine’s un-tanned olive bikini area a sexy shade of pink. One more application removed all the strays.

“Oh god!” Jeanine said. “I’m sorry!” She was weeping. “I’m dripping all over your table!”

Martha couldn’t help it any longer. She caressed her friend’s inner thigh and dipped her head. When her lips touched Jeanine’s soft sex Jeanine let out a gasp. Jeanine’s hands went to Martha’s crown instantly, fingers in Martha’s hair. She was coming even before Martha’s fingers found her folds and slipped inside. Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through Jeanine and soon Martha’s lips found a nipple, fingers still inside.

Jeanine drew Martha’s face to her own and liplocked with Martha in a way that was better than any fantasy she’d had over the past twelve years.

“I…” Jeanine breathed hard. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Martha sighed.

They held each other there on the kitchen table for what was too short a time.

“I still have to do you,” said Jeanine, pushing Martha up.

“I know.”

When Martha’s creamy mons was pink and smooth, Jeanine returned the favor, hungrily savoring Martha’s fillet. Martha wept with pleasure as her friend took her. Even as Jeanine’s hand slid completely inside her, even as she gasped at the intense pleasure that was almost painful, she wept. When she gushed as Jeanine suckled on her pink nipples, she wept. And as Jeanine kissed her so deeply she thought the life would drain out of her then and there, she wept. I should have let you have me long ago, my love, Martha thought. As she held Jeanine and quivered in the afterglow, she wept.

Out of sight, outside the kitchen, Liz Finney watched them in their splendid beauty. Like her daughter, she wept. This was defiantly not as most days…