Chapter 305.
Thomasina had pretty much decided what she was going to wear to Emily Laidlaw’s party. It was a toss-up between a pretty cute little figure-hugging green dress she had chosen for her last birthday, and which she had never even worn, and her favourite jeans with ankle boots and either a shirt or jumper. She wasn’t sure what sort of a party it was going to be, but better to be under rather than over-dressed, so she was leaning towards the casual look. At school on Thursday Caroline was excited about the party.
“It’ll be nice to party with adults for a change. I’m pretty fed up with teenagers.”
“Despite the fact we are teenagers…”
“Yeah, Thommie. Cos so many of our friends are so stupid, and behave like kids when they’ve had a few drinks. We’re not like that, are we?”
“No. I guess we’re a bit more mature than the average. But adults can be pretty silly after a few. I went to a wedding last year. Some of the parents… Their kids were mortified…”
“I’m gonna wear my new skirt. It’s so cool. No-one I know’s got any latex stuff. Oh, ‘cept you, of course. Er, are you gonna…?”
“No, I’m not. I’ve got my jeans, and a cool jumper. Tight-fitting. Pretty sexy, actually…”
“Not as sexy as you-know-what. I got the impression your friend really wanted you to wear it on Saturday. Didn’t you?”
“Maybe. I was briefly tempted. But no, I don’t want to be stared at all evening by a bunch of middle-aged professional types.”
“Is that what you think they’ll be? I wouldn’t mind…”
“Dunno. But Miss Laidlaw seems pretty straight, so that’s my guess.”
“Maybe… I thought she was pretty cool, though…”
When she got home she found a box waiting for her on the hall table.
“That came today, dear. By courier.”
“Thanks, mum. Have Aunt Mary and Uncle Stephen arrived?”
“Not yet. Their flight was delayed. They’ll be here later.”
Lady Middiford’s sister and her husband were staying over the weekend, before driving up to Scotland for a holiday.
Thomasina took the parcel up to her bedroom. When she saw the sender was Fantastex her heart missed a beat. She hurriedly ripped it open. On top was a typed letter signed by Cynthia. Inside were three small sealed grey plastic bags. She read the letter.
“Dear Thomasina,
I hope you liked the new catsuit. We have a couple of other items ready for you now, if you’d care to pop in. Any time, I’m nearly always here except on Sundays. I forgot to give you a few things, so I’m sending them in case you need them for the weekend. I heard Emily talking about a party?
Lovely to see you again. Let’s meet soon.
Cynthia”
She opened the first packet. Something soft. A little belt-purse on a narrow leather thong. Cute! She unzipped it. Inside was a pair of short black glossy latex gloves! She tried one on. Of course, a perfect fit. The second packet. A tube of lube! She blushed. “Whatever can that be for,” she smiled. The third packet. Chunky. It contained two items. A sort of charger, with a plug, and transformer, and a silver jack-plug with a very fine sleeve; and a miniature remote control. She frowned. What was this for? She unfolded the instruction sheet, and read it through, still puzzled. Suddenly she gave a cry, and jumped up. She pulled open the bottom drawer in the chest and lifted out her new catsuit. She turned it upside down, and looked between the legs. That tiny steel ring set into the latex, which she had assumed was just an anchor for the dil-do, was in fact a charging port! The dil-do incorporated a vibrator!
She gasped, shivered and then suffered her first hot flush! She took a deep breath, plugged in the charger, and pushed home the jack-plug. She placed the suit carefully on the carpet, and read the instructions again. Four hours till it was fully charged. She examined the remote. Graduated from zero to six, with a four-position switch: black was off, then it was green for on, red for random, and amber for pulse! “Oh my god…” she breathed. “It’s bad enough just as it is. What must it feel like…?” She gulped. She was actually trembling. “What’s wrong with me? Why does the thought of this make me so fuc-king horny? I must relax… I can try it later… Let’s see, four hours… After nine, then…”
Lady Middiford’s sister rang at eight to say they’d be arriving in about half an hour, so the delayed dinner was kept hot. In the event it was nearer an hour, dinner wasn’t over till after ten, and then Thomasina was obliged to stay and chat till nearly midnight. It was too late for any experiments that day, so the catsuit was stowed away back in its drawer. After school, Thomasina was dismayed to discover Aunt Mary had treated them all to theatre tickets, so that was Friday evening written off as well. On the way to the theatre she had a call from Emily.
“Thomasina, hi. How are you? You are coming to the party?”
“Oh, yes, of course, Emily. Looking forward to it.”
“I’m picking up Caroline, then I’ll come and get you. About six-thirty? Is that okay? Don’t eat – there’ll be loads of food.”
“Great!”
“Have you decided what you’ll wear?”
“Well…”
“Caroline’s going to wear her new skirt. You should wear your new outfit.”
“Oh… I wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate… I’ll see…”
“Don’t be shy. My friends are all pretty cool…”
“Right… Well I’ll see you tomorrow…”
Caroline had been right. It really did seem like she wanted her to turn up in that catsuit. It seemed a bit odd. She felt uneasy about it. “I think I’ll have to disappoint her,” she thought.
She had arranged to ride with Caroline on Saturday morning. They had just returned, and unsaddled the horses, when who should turn up at Pitt’s Wood but her mother, Mary and Stephen!
“Darling, Mary and Stephen have decided to drive up tonight. It’s such a long journey and they have to do it in two stages, so they're going to stop in Carlisle. So they were hoping we could all spend the afternoon together.”
She couldn’t very well refuse. They went to a nature reserve, and at five they were still sitting in the café drinking tea.
“Look, I’ve got this party tonight. I’ll have to go.”
“Oh, we’ll come back too…” began Mary.
“No. I can hop on a bus. I’ll be home in twenty minutes. I’ll say goodbye here. Hope you have a lovely time in the mountains…”
She was home before five-thirty. She only had an hour. She had time…
She pulled out the catsuit and tested the remote. At the touch of a button the little dil-do jumped into life. She held it, trying the various settings. Her hands were shaking. “Omg… what is that going to feel like…”
She had to know. She’d waited too long already. She lubed the dil-do, and slipped on the suit, using a loop of string to zip up the back, then pressing the zip flat to lock it. She decided to go the whole hog. She tied her hair with a black ribbon, put on her black ankle boots, her belt, her belt purse, her leather jacket, and her new latex gloves. She stood in front of the mirror. She did look hot, all right. And she was already aroused, having been thinking of little else for two days. Taking a breath, she set the vibes to one and pressed on.
“Oh…my…god!”
She almost fainted with pleasure. She quickly turned it off. Then tried again – setting two this time. She gave an involuntary cry. No. No way. It was too much. Just once more. This was unbelievable! Especially watching her own reactions as she did it. She stood there for a while, experimenting.
“I have to get ready. What’s the time? Twenty past! Shit.”
There was a ring at the bell.
“Oh god, that’s not mum, is it?”
She peered out of the window. There was a car on the drive, and there was Caroline looking up at her window.
“Come on!” She beckoned to her. “Let’s go!”
She’d have to tell them to wait while she changed. She stuffed the remote into her purse, ran downstairs and threw open the door.
“Caroline, listen…”
“Yay! You’re wearing it! And I’m wearing my skirt!” She turned to the car. “Look Emily! She’s wearing it!”
Thomasina ran out and over to the car.
“Emily, Sorry. I was just trying it on. I need to change. Five minutes, okay?”
She turned. Caroline was closing the door.
“Caroline! No! I don’t have…” But it was too late. The door slammed. “…the keys…” she added, lamely.
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