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Morning came, and so did Sara. They had loved one another and slept well and awakened to love again. Showering was a giggling whooping, groping trio of slippery bodies, followed by mutual toweling.
After breakfast, Sara dug in her suitcase, pulled out her outfit for the day, slipped it on and went out into the living room with her suitcase.
“What is that excuse for clothing you have on?” Bev demanded. “Are you planning to get yourself kidnapped, or just arrested?”
“There´s nothing illegal about this, and anyway, I told Steve I wouldn´t be wearing much today. I like to keep my promises,” Sara replied with a smirk. She wore a one-piece, blue, terry-cloth outfit with a semi-cowl neck, short sleeves, white trim and flared cuffs that ended at the level of very short shorts. There was a zipper from the neckline to just above the swell of Sara´s mons. The whole thing fit like a second skin, except where the neck opened into a tube slightly under her chin.
“With a body like yours, you can carry it off if no one carries you off first,” Jerry said. He came to Sara and gave her a thorough inspection, covering every square inch of her body with his hands. “Nope, no hidden weapons, no contraband,” he reported.
“Bullshit, Jerry,” Bev laughed. “The whole package is contraband, and she´s a weapon, though, God knows, nothing´s hidden… I´m driving you to the airport, love, but from there, you´re on your own.”
“Thanks, Bev, that´s sweet of you. I could take a taxi, but I´d a lot rather be with you any time.”
“Just don´t forget and bend over in that thing,” Bev retorted.
“Oh, come on – considering what you wear? Anyway, I don´t have to worry. I´ve tested it. Look.” Sara turned her back to them and touched her toes. “See, no exposure.” Her round behind was well exposed, but the tight blue cloth covered her sex, outlining every fold. Before Sara could straighten up, both Bev and Jerry had their hands on her, caressing her. She stayed bent for a moment, then rose and hugged them both. “Sillies, you´re both as bad as I am. Anyway, I think it will have the right effect on Steve.” No one disputed her.
When the time came, Jerry left for his office, hugging and kissing Sara with deep affection. The two women went downstairs and outside to where Bev´s car was parked, loaded Sara´s suitcase and drove off.
For some time, they drove in silence. Then Sara said, “This is a big day for me. I´ve left my big-deal career and I´m going off into ‘the wild blue yonder´ to live with a guy I hardly know, and start a job that is almost impossible to believe. You know what?”
“What?”
“I´m so happy I´m going to bust, and I just know that in the end, this is the right thing to do.”
“You won´t bust your zipper unless you do too much heavy breathing. And you are absolutely right – at this time and in these circumstances this is exactly what you should do. Just try not to land in jail.”
“Yeah, that´s one I need to keep an eye on. But between Harry Hoyle and Helen Gordon, I think I can cover my ass and still get a good job done. And if Steve´s business turns out to be only half of what he´s forecasting, I´ll have that side of it, too. It´s going to be fun.”
Bev insisted on parking at the airport and walked with Sara into the terminal. In the wide rotunda outside security, she turned to Sara with a package in her hand. “Love, Jerry and I talked it over and we want you to have this from us. You must promise not to open it until you get to the club, and to open it with Steve. Will you do that?”
Sara took the beautifully wrapped gift and engulfed Bev in her arms. “You sweet thing. You didn´t need... But, you wanted to give me something and I am touched, really. I love you, Bev, and I love Jerry, too. I will never forget what you have done for me – and for Steve, too. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”
The two women held each other close until Sara had to get in line, then kissed each other and parted.
Sara drew a lot of attention as she walked down the aisle of the aircraft. Her size, beauty and her outfit assured that. The man who sat next to her looked her over carefully, but was never other than polite and friendly. The flight was quickly over and, as Sara walked up the jetway, she reached for the zipper on her suit, pulling it down so that it opened well into her cleavage. The neckline became a collar, setting off her tanned skin and complementing her blue eyes.
Steve was waiting for her. His eyes took in her beauty and extravagant body. They hugged and kissed and made for the car-rental counter, talking a mile a minute.
“Hey, you look fantastic.”
“Thanks, I tried.”
“You said you wouldn´t be wearing much, and I was sure wondering what you were going to do, and it´s fantastic … I think we have another client, too.”
“How come?”
“I talked with this guy who was at your hotel while our conference was on. He was impressed, and he called Jim Wright and Jim sent him to me…”
“...You can´t believe what happened Tuesday night. Helen Gordon is the most gorgeous creature in the world, and she thinks we look alike, so I can´t argue with that, can I?”
Somehow they rented a car and took the shuttle to pick it up. Steve put their bags in the trunk and looked at Sara with a big grin. “Okay, first decision of our life together. Who drives?”
“No sweat, Steve. You drive. I´ll tell you where to go – I mean, I´ll navigate. I want to talk this time, not steer. See, that wasn´t hard at all.”
“Well, you´ve been driving me around the last few times – I didn´t know if you´re a driving maniac. You are a good driver.”
“Driving´s only a skill. If I loved it, I´d drive a truck or a cab or something.”
The car pulled out of the airport and headed for the club. As soon as they were out of heavy traffic, Sara half-turned in her seat as they talked and ran her zipper down to its end, leaving her suit open in the front and the top of her pubic hair visible. She said nothing, and it was a few moments before Steve noticed. When he did, he smiled, and put his hand on her knee. “I do love you a lot, you gorgeous woman,” he said. “And I love the look of you.”
They drove to the club, and Sara told Steve, “Pull up to the gate and stop.” She pulled the card Charity had sent her out of her bag and showed it to the eye on the gate post. “Sara Compton,” she said.
“Please register the person with you,” said the voice of the computer.
Steve went through the same routine Sara had used when she first arrived with Charity, the gate opened and they drove in and parked near the front of the house. “There it is, Steve, our little home in the west. And behind it is my biggest challenge.”
“No, love, our biggest challenge is learning to live with each other and love each other the way we each want to be loved.,” Steve countered. “Not that our jobs won´t be a challenge, but for me, what I care about is us.”
They hugged in the cramped front seat, kissed hurriedly and got out. Sara saw no point in fiddling with her zipper. When they got around to the back of the car, they hugged again and kissed more thoroughly, then got their things from the trunk and went into the house. Sara showed Steve around, then took him into the living room, with its sunny view and cool, homey feeling.
“Steve, just as I was getting on the plane, Bev gave me these. She said we should both open it together here in the house.” She showed Steve the small packages. One was rectangular, the other longer, tubular. There was also an envelope.
They sat on the sofa and put the gifts on the table. After a cuddle, they carefully undid the intricate wrapping on the square-ish package. Inside was a black lacquer box, engraved on the top with a miniature Japanese scene. It had tiny, graceful feet and a brass catch.
The round package contained a Japanese scroll. They unrolled it to find a long, narrow scroll of Japanese characters in bold, black strokes. It was beautiful.
Sara took the envelope and said, “I think I had better open this before we go any further.”
Steve agreed, “This is a lot more than just a going-away gift, hon. What does she say?”
They settled back on the sofa, Steve´s arm around Sara, idly touching her half-bare body as Sara opened the flap of the envelope and slipped the paper out. The note was on beautiful rice paper stationery, written in a hand that captured the same grace as the Japanese writing on the scroll. Sara read it aloud.
“Dear Sara and Steve,
“This box contains something my grandmother left me when she died. She once told me it was a symbol of how she felt about herself. While I never really understood what she meant by that, I felt it represented her ideals of beauty on the one hand, and practical reality on the other.
“After you told us about the way you see yourself, your state of mind, I knew that this belongs to you because you understand it as I never have, and to Steve, too, so that he will always know how you are and how you feel.
“Since we have known you, we have loved your strength and beauty and honesty. This remembrance of my grandmother is to say that you are like her, and – had I but known – that she was like you.
“Let us know if you would like a translation of the scroll.
“With deep love and affection,
Bev and Jerry.”
“Wow!” said Sara, wiping her eyes, sniffling. Steve pulled her close. Through her sniffs she said, “I wonder what it is, but I really don´t even need to open it. Bev´s note is all the gift I could ever ask for.”
“Well, let´s be practical and open it. After all, if it´s perishable we should put it in the fridge.”
Sara dug her elbow into his stomach, reached for the lacquer box and placed it on her lap, where the folds of her suit came together at her mons. She lifted the filigreed brass catch and raised the lid. The box was lined with a fabric of a deep, glowing blue. Set in the folds was a graceful porcelain object with the shape of a vase. It was decorated with a fired picture suggesting a beautiful landscape of peaks and valleys, a tiny, perfect tree and the hint of a river.
Sara took a deep breath. “My God, I don´t think I´ve ever seen anything so beautiful.”
Steve said nothing, but finally let out his breath as they sat looking at the exquisite form. “Take it out,” he said, “Look at it. Feel it.”
Sara lifted the little shape from its satiny bed. It was about four inches long, perhaps an inch and a half at its widest. The top flared slightly in a graceful, combined lip and shoulder. And at the top there was a double-rounded stopper of the same porcelain.
“I guess it´s a bottle,” Sara said, and reached for the stopper, holding the little flask upright in case there was something inside. The stopper turned readily, with just the slightest grating sound to show it was intended to tightly seal the opening. She slipped it out of the neck and found that she was holding a tiny, perfectly formed penis, holding it by the balls. Looking again, she realized the top of the flask was in the shape of a vagina, vaguely rosy and almost moist. She looked at Steve, speechless. He hugged her tight.
Finally, she said, “I know now what it means, and what she means.”
“Tell me,” said Steve.
“This is our bottle, her grandmother´s and mine. When it is full, we are happy. It is my job to keep it that way, just as her grandmother did.
“This is the dearest gift of my life.”
Sara looked the flask – her bottle – over carefully, the penis-stopper as well. She slipped the stopper into the neck – the penis into the vagina – and laid the flask back in the box. Rising, she went to the fireplace in the corner of the room. Next to it was a shelf built into the stucco of the wall. She put the open box on it and laid the scroll beside it. Steve stood beside her has she set it in place.
“The first thing I do tomorrow is hang that scroll above the box. The Japanese have little home shrines, and this is going to be mine.”
Sara turned to Steve, pulled the blue cloth from her shoulders and stepped out of the suit. She hugged him tight, then undid his shirt and pants. When he could walk, she took his hand and drew him toward the bedroom.
“Come, love. Keep me full.”