'That's what I'm afraid of,' he muttered in a quandary as to what made adults tick. Since Celeste had come to their home, his sexual emotions had run the gamut.
It had come to a head in the week past. The coach had dumped him to junior varsity football and he'd flunked a biology exam. Now this. If his mom had any idea of the chaos at school, this dance bit for Celeste's weekend finale of Carmen would be out. She'd know soon enough, but maybe by then, he thought, I'll be gone.
Weird, wonderful dreams had filled his thoughts about Celeste for weeks. He was only a kid, but she'd said he had great talent at the piano. Maybe she'd let him join her tour and kind of manage some of her concerts. Even as he mulled it, he knew it was a dumb dream. No way he'd fit in, even if she was long-gone on the lover she'd turned him into. There was no way he could hang in, once her stay in Connecticut ended next week.
That this fabulous female would soon leave was hard to take. The invitation to be part of her performance onstage, even if only a way-out surrealistic part behind a scrim curtain, was something. Not much, but something. He'd be acting out with Pammy some of the wild frenzies Celeste had built in him. And yet… had she really? Was she even real? He always had the feeling when he left her that he'd been with an illusion. Real and sex-crazing, taking every horny inch of his love organ into her passionate body but still, an illusion.
After it was over and she was away from the house, performing onstage and he was at school, it seemed impossible to have happened.
Even when he was in the midst of wild copulation with her or when she was playing with his body like there was no tomorrow, he'd stare at her and not believe it was really happening. Even when she was fuck wild, panting and climaxing, writhing under his repeated need of her, she was pure lady.
Total royalty. That was Celeste.
In their acts of sex she could let herself go completely and yet still remain a princess. She was mystery. Nothing cheap or easy or giveaway to her. His cock was in her only because she willed it to be.
In his heart he knew if she ever called – ever cried out – ever wanted him to come – he'd run to hell and back to be with her. But now there was a new awareness. Pammy. He was invited back into her life. And what a re-entry had been planned! This time he was determined he would not foul up the opportunity.
Abruptly his reverie ended and he was back in the barn, fingering nervously at his sport shirt zipper and looking at the three females before him, waiting for his decision. For an instant he felt oddly detached and vastly older than his fifteen years.
Sandy and her mother were both fully dressed. Sandy in a mini and Denise in a yellow cocktail gown that dramatized her flame red hair. Pammy was already in what she said she would wear for both the dance sequence and the dungeon scene. Even the sight of her torrid figure in black lace bikinis momentarily had no impact on his lust. Too many decisions to be getting hot and bothered. Like if he did this bit with Pammy, even if Celeste was out front stage beyond the scrim curtain, chances were she'd look back as she sang. He'd be on damned near naked display with another female. Like what if he lost his cool? Got it up in public!
It had been Celeste's own idea. She'd whispered it to him as they lay entwined after love in her bed… his bed. 'It will be a different audience this weekend, Bryan. Fun-loving. We can make a special backdrop to my singing, if you will perform an innocent, very sensual dance with a girl. Will you do it?'
He'd agreed. Now it was all on the line. She was due to arrive for the barn rehearsal at any moment.
'So, show me what I'm supposed to do.' He stood from the crude bench and dropped the flesh colored panties to the seat. Flexing powerful arms, he extended them toward Denise to bind with the rope. 'Let's do the hanging bit first. See if I survive!' he added with a tense, brittle laugh.
'Whoa! First of all, you have to get dressed for the part. Let me tell you about that.' Denise bent to retrieve the briefs and pushed them into his hand, then stepped over to the improvised gallows. 'Celeste will be singing Carmen's 'Je vezis danser en votre honneur'. That means, for you non-French speaking kids, 'I am going to dance in your honor'. That's where the action behind the scrim is first seen as the lights show up the pantomime.'
'Some pantomime.' Pammy giggled at the word. 'Carmen has just taken Don Jose prisoner and he's dangling from the rope and she's making him dance on the rope in her honor.'
'So give,' demanded Bryan suspiciously, catching the girls' exchange of glances. 'What's the 'making him dance' bit?'
'You'll see.' Denise pushed him toward a room off the side of the improvised dungeon. 'Get into your costume first, so you can get used to the feel of it.'
Not a trace of mirth in her eyes, he noticed. In fact, it was an altogether different Denise than the wild witch who had driven him to such sexual extremes in this very room several weeks earlier. It could be all on the up- and-up, he thought, as he pulled off his clothes and tried on the snug briefs. He wished a mirror was around someplace to see if he looked ridiculous, but he felt a curious indifference to how he looked. Somehow he knew he could be sexually indifferent this night, no matter how provocative the sexy trio tried to be. He was sure they'd try something. Like even what they'd given him to wear. Nudie panties! He'd bet they belonged to one of the Pritchard females. The thought they might be Pammy's sent an involuntary shiver racing up his spine.
'So, how do I look?' He stepped back into the room and affected a weightlifter pose, body profiled, one arm bent, the other resting on his hip.
'Beautiful!' exclaimed Pammy, darting to his side to test the muscle of his upper arm. 'I do believe we have a man here, Mommy.'
'I'd say so.'
Denise felt the tingle of lust touch every nerve under her satin cocktail gown. The panties Bryan wore were her own. The way they were filled now was just as Denise had expected when she selected her snuggest fit. His well-stocked testicles alone would nearly fill the panties. His formidable penis bent and limp was a coiled snake clearly visible in the container. Denise wondered how the elastic nylon would hold when the inevitable happened.
'Here's how the music sounds.' She turned on the record player and lighthearted notes burst on a strangely hushed trio of girls and the lone male.
It was a recording of Celeste's last performance… 'Now you shall dance for my reward.' Lovely dramatic soprano perfection… notes reaching happily… '…and you will see, my lord, the dance you shall dance is of my own invention…!'
'There's where the lights come up behind the scrim to let the audience see you two. Pamela, you are to pantomime as Carmen and you are Don Jose, Bryan. We'll begin with her throwing the noose under your shoulders. Tie his wrists, Sandy!' Denise was suddenly imperious.
A minute later Bryan, clad only in the scanty girl panties, was penduluming from the rope flung over a rafter, twisting and turning to the will of the rope and the sting of the cat o' nine tails.
'Hey… hey, wait! Is that really s'posed to be the way…?'
'Shusshh! Prisoner!' Pammy lashed at his bared back and he arched in unpretending reflex to the sting. 'Improvise, Celeste said. So we improvise till she gets here to make it very earthy and very sensual.'
'Wow! Hey… this is tough to take!'
'Bryan!' Pammy stared in mock indignation at the instant swelling of his penis in response to her stinging with the cat. The surprise in her eyes was pure mischief. 'Bryan Quinby, you stop that this instant! There's no need to get bothered!' But there was and everyone knew it – especially Pammy. Inside, she felt the most bothered of all for that gorgeous lovely sex meat he was mounting.
A mixture of wild emotions stormed Bryan as the controls went. He knew he wanted to stay soft, to play the pantomime cleanly, indifferently… he knew there was no way that was about to happen, unless he turned supercool man. With the way things were going inside his head and his hypered body, it was going to be wildness everywhere. The crawling certainty took him that he didn't care now. Sweating to the giveaway signs urging against the thin cover they'd given him, he really wanted to keep it down, but everyone else wanted it up. Staring down his front, he glared at his half-inflated erection, still contained miraculously by frantically stretched nylon girl panties. Last desperate willing the hardening to stop. It refused to go away.
'Sandy, you get into the act with Pammy!' exclaimed Denise. 'In the scene Don Jose swings overhead while a sad Carmen needs comforting. She's leaving her lover to escape and he'll be disciplined, maybe killed, by his superiors. Then off at one side two of Don Jose's guards will be cavorting and wrestling.'
'Who's to do that?' demanded Pammy, curious that she hadn't heard her mother speak of others in the act. 'Thought only me 'n' Bryan were in it.'
