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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 13
The Party Begins
Sarah rapped the side of her water glass with her knife and our guests
quieted down to hear Sarah's speech.
"I'd like to say a few words in honor of our birthday girl, Jennifer.
But first, many thanks to all of you for coming out and joining us this
evening and making this such a special and festive event. You may not
know this, but tonight is doubly important. You see it was almost
exactly six months ago that the lovely creature you see sitting at the
head of the table came into my life. So, in addition to celebrating my
darling Jennifer's birthday tonight, we are also celebrating a
milestone, a six month anniversary in Jenny's life - and in my life
with her."
Our guests slowly realized what Sarah was talking about. It even took
me a moment to think back to that Saturday in early September when
Sarah and I first discussed the idea of me becoming her "housewife". It
really was six months ago - amazing.
Sarah continued, "Jennifer, you should know just how excited each of
the people around the table tonight was when I called to invite them to
join us this evening. Jenny, you have really touched each of us in a
very special way." All of the quests started clapping, except for Mark
whose hand squeezed my knee as he grinned at the private second meaning
of Sarah's last sentence.
Sarah concluded, her voice a bit louder than before, "To Jennifer,
happy birthday! You are a wonderful wife to me and a cherished
girlfriend to each of us here this evening. You are a remarkable and
beautiful woman and all of us love and admire you very, very much."
Everyone clapped and cheered. Sarah came over and gave me a big kiss on
the lips in front of everyone. Debbie, who was already getting a little
drunk, shouted "Lesbos!" Everyone burst out laughing.
"She's no lesbo!" Mark yelled as he threw a big arm around my shoulders
and kissed me hard on the lips while our guests watched. Everyone
laughed and clapped. I guess I was a little embarrassed - especially to
be kissed that way in front of Caitlin - but the whole experience of
the evening was overwhelming my ability to react.
And so dinner began and everyone had a wonderful time. With each
course, people shifted around the table so everyone had a chance to
talk with everyone else. The only person who didn't have to change her
seat was me. Over the next hour or so each person had paid me a visit
and I was having the best time of my life.
It was fun to see all my friends talking and laughing with each other.
After all, this was the first time that virtually any of my friends had
even met each other. Debbie and Vicki had both brought cameras and were
snapping away all evening. I would have loads of photos to help me
remember tonight forever.
I noticed throughout the meal that Caitlin seemed to hit it off really
well with Mark and that made me happy. Debbie kept trying to get and
keep Mark's attention - she was looking hungrily at him all evening. I
also noticed that Vicki was pretty cool towards Sarah. I guess Vicki
still thought that Sarah was mistreating me and she thought the whole
affair with Dr. Roberts was disgraceful (ignoring the fact that I
wasn't exactly a tower of virtue recently, but a true friend will
always maintain a double standard for your benefit).
After the dinner plates were cleared, Melissa brought out the birthday
cake. It was beautifully decorated with pink frosting roses and the
words "Have a Lovely Birthday Jennifer!" There were six candles on the
cake, representing my six month anniversary (which was much nicer than
having my actual age represented in candles). Everyone sang "Happy
Birthday to Jennifer." People at nearby tables joined in the singing
and clapped at the end. Then the owner of the restaurant came out with
two bottles of champagne. "With my compliments. Jenny, you and Sarah
are two of our favorite customers and I'm so happy you decided to
celebrate your birthday with us," the manager said as he filled the
glasses. I was in heaven.
And then it was time for presents. Vicki went first. I opened her
neatly wrapped gift and found a lovely sweater twin set in heather
grey. It was from Banana Republic and it was the softest sweater I have
ever felt. I loved it.
Then Dr. Roberts handed me his gift. Oh my! It was unmistakable. Across
the table he handed me a little robin's egg blue bag. Tiffany's! Inside
was a long skinny box in the same pale blue. I gingerly opened this box
to find a gorgeous tennis bracelet with diamonds and sapphires. The
girls around the table were stunned. Then I realized that Sarah didn't
seem too happy about this. What was going on here? Perhaps the Doctor
had purchased a nicer gift for me than Sarah had anticipated. I don't
know if she sensed Sarah's annoyance, but Vicki jumped to her feet and
ran over to me to help me fasten the bracelet around my skinny wrist.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" Vicki gushed as she worked the clasp. She was
right. I never in my life owned a piece of jewelry like this. Maybe the
Doctor wasn't so bad after all...
Debbie went next. She handing me a small gift. I tore off the paper to
reveal a book and DVD packaged together as a set. I read the title out
loud to the group. "The Good Girl's Guide to Being Bad," I announced to
the group before I realized what it was. Oh my! Debbie had given me a
woman's sex manual and video. I opened the book to a random page only
to find a terribly explicit illustration of, well, I won't go into it
here.
"I figured a nice girl like you might need a few pointers," Debbie
drawled. "Trust me, sweetie, that book is full of great stuff."
"Thanks?" I said. I was a bit embarrassed, but I will admit that within
the next couple of days I did read it cover to cover and watched the
DVD several times - and so did Vicki.
And then it was Caitlin's turn. She handed me a rather large wrapped
box. "I hope you like it," she said.
Inside was an elegant silver vanity set - a tray, a hairbrush, a hand
mirror, an ivory comb, a covered powder dish and an elegant crystal
perfume bottle. It was beautiful. Then I recognized it.
"Oh, my, this...this was Mom's," I stammered.
"Yes, and there's more," Caitlin replied as she handed me another
package. Inside was my mother's jewelry box.
"I had a silversmith fix up the vanity set so now it's as good as new.
And I had the music box part of the jewelry box fixed," Sarah
explained. I lifted the lid of the jewelry box and a gentle tune
tinkled out.
"Oh, Caitlin, they're...lovely. But do you really want me to have
them?" I asked.
"I think they may be a bit more your style than mine," Caitlin said
with a smile. "Besides, I thought you should have something from Mom."
"Oh thank you, Caitlin. I love them!" I said as I went over to Caitlin
and hugged her hard.
Then Mark handed me his gift. It was a box in a small bag from Sarah's
favorite jewelry store. I opened the box and found a darling gold
heart-shaped locket on a delicate gold chain. All the girls at the
table were straining to get a good look at Mark's gift.
"Turn it over," Mark said.
On the back, engraved in tiny graceful cursive letters were the words,
"Mark loves Jenny." I was speechless.
"Open it up," Mark urged. With trembling hands I managed to open the
locket and found a tiny picture of Mark, his smile beaming out from the
miniature heart-shaped photo. There was room for one more picture.
Without thinking, I shouted out, "Oh Caitlin, would you please give me
a picture of you for the other side of my locket." Caitlin said she
would get me a photo if that's what I wanted.
It wasn't until later that I realized that perhaps I should have asked
Sarah for the other photo, but it seemed like Caitlin's photo belonged
in my locket.
I held the locket in my hands and gazed at it for several moments
before Vicki came to rescue once again and fastened the necklace behind
my neck. When she was done, I leaned over and kissed Mark on the lips.
I thanked him for such a lovely and thoughtful gift.
And finally it was Sarah's turn. I unwrapped her gift to reveal a heavy
velvet jewelry bag. I untied the ribbon and unrolled the bag on the
table. And there, on display for everyone to see, were about twenty of
Sarah's nicest pieces of jewelry. There were several necklaces and
bracelets, an elegant watch, several rings and a number of pairs of
earrings. There were diamonds and rubies and pearls and other gems
encrusting some of the pieces. These were Sarah's jewels.
"Jenny, I wanted you to have these things. You see, I've been getting
so much new jewelry recently, I thought you might enjoy having these
more than I do. I'm sure you can put them to good use. Oh, and I had
the rings resized for you," Sarah explained.
Sarah was giving me her old jewelry. The other guests seemed as
astonished as I was. The gift was thoughtful and generous and terribly
personal. But at the same time, she was giving me her old jewelry
because her new boyfriend was showering her with expensive new baubles.
Was this sweet? Or was it mean?
And what the other guests didn't know was that the jewelry Sarah was
giving me were all pieces that I had given to her as gifts over the
past dozen years. Sarah was returning my gifts to me. How was I to
interpret this? What did this mean?
I thanked Sarah as gracefully as I could manage, not wanting to make a
scene or quiz her on the meaning of this gift in front of our guests. I
could feel everyone's eyes on me looking to see how I might react.
Sarah seemed oblivious to how puzzled everyone was by her gift.
"Let's hit the dance floor!" Debbie shouted. She and Caitlin and Vicki
headed out to the front room, which was now crowded, where the music
was loud and people were dancing. Dr. Roberts and Mark excused
themselves as well, so that Sarah and I could be alone.
"Well, Jenny, are you having a happy birthday?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, Sarah, of course I am. This was terribly thoughtful. It was
really special and I'll remember it always. But your gift. You've given
me back the jewelry I've given you as presents over the years. That
necklace was the gift I gave you on our five year anniversary. And I
gave you that watch on your thirtieth birthday. Why are you giving
these back to me? What does that mean? What are you telling me?" I
could feel my face reddening as I spoke.
"Oh, Jenny, don't be silly. Don't take it that way. I struggled with
what to get you. These pieces are the prettiest things I own. And I
know you love them - you picked them out after all. It just seemed so
wasteful not to allow you to enjoy these things. And besides, I thought
you would like these pieces even more knowing that we had shared them,
that I had worn them before you," Sarah explained.
"You didn't have to give them back to me," I said. "You could have just
let me borrow them."
"I want you to have them. Please, Jennifer, don't look for sinister
meanings in everything. I thought you'd be happy to have an entire
collection of beautiful jewelry of your own. You'll see that your
jewelry will become very important to you. And with your Mom's jewelry
box from Caitlin, now you have the perfect place to put it all. Look
Jenny, it took me a lifetime - and your generosity -- to build that
collection. You got it all in one night!" Sarah said with a smile.
"Well of course I love them. I never dreamed I'd have my own collection
of jewelry like this. Why, until tonight, I only owned costume jewelry.
Well, thank you Sarah. It really is a lovely gift, but I still feel
funny about it," I said.
"Just enjoy them. You deserve them," Sarah said. "Come on, let's go see
what's happening on the dance floor." Sarah grabbed my wrist and
dragged me into the front room.
Action on the Dance Floor
It was noisy and crowded. Sarah and I worked our way up to the bar
where Mark and Dr. Roberts were standing. The boys offered to buy Sarah
and me a drink, but we both declined. I had already had quite a bit to
drink during my party and I certainly didn't need any more.
Then I spied the other girls - Caitlin, Vicki and Debbie -- on the
dance floor. Vicki and Debbie were dancing together. My sister was with
some guy and she certainly looked like she was having fun.
I tried talking with Mark at the bar, but the music was pretty loud so
it was hard.
Another song started. Dr. Roberts asked Sarah to dance so they left.
Then Mark asked me to dance but I declined. Big mistake. Before I knew
it, Debbie came over and grabbed Mark and dragged him out to the dance
floor. Vicki came over to where I was standing and kept me company.
I wasn't really watching Mark and Debbie. Or Sarah and Dr. Roberts. I
couldn't stop watching Caitlin and her dance partner. He was tall,
blonde, good looking. His hair was cut short and he was well dressed.
He could have been Mark's conservative brother. Caitlin was really
having a good time. The music wasn't even a slow song, but Caitlin and
this guy were holding each other very tightly while they swayed slowly
together. And then I saw Caitlin kiss her new friend. Oh no.
And then a slow song started and Mark excused himself from Debbie's
clutches and came back to where I was next to the bar. "May I have this
dance?" Mark asked gallantly. I nodded yes and Mark took my hand and
led me to the dance floor.
I noticed that some other girls had slipped off their shoes when they
were dancing so I did the same. Without my three inch spikes on Mark
towered over me. I slid my arms around his neck while he placed his
arms around my waist. We started moving slowly together with the music.
I was definitely feeling a little tipsy and a lot happy. I rested my
head on Mark's shoulder and closed my eyes. I could hear Mark breathing
as we rocked together, knowing he was inhaling whiffs of my floral
perfume with each breath.
Mark's embrace tightened around me and I looked up into his eyes. We
kissed. We held our lips against each other's for the longest time. I'm
sure people were staring at us, but I didn't care. As we continued to
sway as one with the music, I could feel a stirring, a stiffening in
Mark's pants as he pressed against me. I smiled inwardly. I really
enjoyed knowing that I turned Mark on like this.
We broke our kiss and I touched my new locket with my little, manicured
hand. "I really love the gift you gave me," I said to Mark with a
smile.
"And I really love you," Mark replied.
"Oh, Mark," was all I could manage in response, as I placed my head
back on his shoulder and held him as tightly as I could.
The slow dance ended and I realized that it had gotten late. We
returned to the bar where Sarah was now standing with Dr. Roberts.
Sarah gently asked me if I wanted to go. I nodded yes. "OK, let me get
our sweaters and settle the bill. You can start saying goodnight to our
guests," Sarah said.
"What about Caitlin. We can't leave Caitlin here with...some stranger,"
I wasn't really sure what I was saying.
Sarah replied, "Don't worry about Caitlin. She's a big girl. She'll
find her way back to our house when the time is right."
"I don't know. I don't like the idea of leaving her here like this," I
said.
Sarah offered, "If it makes you feel any better, I'll go talk to her
and make sure everything is OK. OK?"
"Yes, thank you," I managed in response.
And so I gave my final good-night-and-thank-you-so-much hugs to Debbie
and Vicki. Dr. Roberts gently clasped my hand as he said his good
night. He seemed happy that I enjoyed the bracelet he gave me so much.
I didn't say goodnight to Caitlin. Sarah interrupted her from her dance
partner. Sarah spoke with Caitlin in the middle of the dance floor for
several moments while Caitlin's new "friend" looked on. I was hoping
that Sarah was going to be able to convince Caitlin to leave now with
us, but I knew that wasn't likely. I couldn't hear what Sarah was
saying, but I expect that Sarah told Caitlin that I was worried about
her because Caitlin turned and gave me a little smile and a wave as if
to say everything was OK. When Sarah came back to me, she reported that
Caitlin was alright, that she knew what she was doing, and that she
would meet us back at our house later.
I didn't like this at all. But nonetheless, five minutes later, I found
myself leaving the restaurant, thanking the hostess and Melissa, our
waitress, for such a lovely time. Mark helped me load my gifts into the
back of Sarah's car. I gave him one final kiss before we said
goodnight.
As soon as Sarah and I climbed into the car for our drive home, I
leaned over and wrapped my arms around her shoulders and gave her a
huge kiss. I knew I was a little drunk, but it didn't matter. "Sarah,"
I said, "Thank you for an incredible evening. It all just made me feel
so...special. Everything was just so perfect and fun."
"I'm so glad, Jenny. It really was a fun evening. Everyone seemed to
have a really good time. And you looked lovely," Sarah replied.
We drove in silence for a little while. I tried not to think about
Caitlin and how worried I was that she was out alone with some unknown
guy. Then I started thinking about Sarah's mysterious behavior with
Mark earlier in the day. I quizzed Sarah about that.
"Well, if you must know," Sarah started, "Mark called me in a bit of a
panic on Thursday night. He had two problems. First, he couldn't decide
what to get you for a gift. And second, he didn't own a jacket."
"A jacket? Why did he think he needed a jacket?" I asked.
Sarah fished through her pocketbook while she continued to drive.
"Here, take a look at the invitation I sent out," Sarah said.
The invitation read:
Please join us in celebrating Jennifer's Birthday.
Jenny is a special friend to each of us so we are planning to make this
a very special night for her.
Let's all look nice for this special evening - you know Jennifer will!
Ladies: Skirts or Dresses, Gentlemen: Jackets
Shhh: It's a surprise!
And then the invitation gave the time and place and RSVP details.
"You see, I thought it would make the evening more fun if everybody
tried to be just a bit dressy. But it never occurred to me that Mark
might not even own a jacket. So when he called, we agreed that we would
go shopping on Friday morning, first for your gift and then for a
jacket," Sarah explained.
"Oh," I replied. "Why do you think it was so hard for Mark to pick out
a gift?" I asked.
"Well he had lots of ideas but he wanted it to be something really
special," Sarah explained. "I figured out that he was worried that
because you're rich that he'd have to get you a really expensive gift.
I told him that simply wasn't true and that as long as he could pick
out something personal and nice, that you would be very happy. He
seemed greatly relieved by that, because obviously he makes a good
living but I'm sure he can't afford to go buy lavish gifts. So I
offered to take him to Ricardo's Jewelers since they know me there. By
the way, that's where I took the rings to be resized for you. Anyway,
we looked around there for only a few minutes before we came across the
locket. We both knew at once that it was perfect for you. And as a
favor to me, Ricardo did the engraving while we waited."
"Well you were right. The locket was the perfect gift," I said.
Sarah continued, "So then we went over to the mall to look for a
jacket. Really, I would never had said that jackets were required if I
thought that he didn't own one. But anyway, we went to a couple of
department stores, but nothing seemed right. Then we happened into the
new Emporio Armani and, voila! The perfect jacket. Mark was kind of
freaked out when he saw the price. So I offered to pay for it. I said
it would be a gift from the two of us. I hope you don't mind."
"No I don't mind at all. It was a lovely jacket and Mark looked nice in
it," I answered.
"Nice?!" Sarah challenged. "Nice? He didn't look nice! He looked hot in
that jacket!" Sarah was laughing now. "Admit it!"
"Alright, you win. He looked hot," I answered, trying not to sound as
embarrassed as I was.
After a few moments I said, "Thank you for inviting Caitlin. That was a
really nice surprise. It really meant a lot to me that she was there."
"I'm glad she came too. You know, I really like her a lot. The two of
you are so much alike," Sarah replied.
When we arrived home, Sarah and I both got ready for bed. But there was
no way I was going to fall asleep knowing that my sister was still out.
I kissed Sarah good night and slipped into one of my soft long flannel
nightgowns. I wrapped a cuddly quilted robe around me and slipped on my
fuzzy slippers and watched TV downstairs. It was already after midnight
when Sarah and I got home. It would be another three hours before I
heard Caitlin's car pull into our driveway.
As Caitlin staggered into the house I'm sure she was shocked to see me
standing there with my arms folded across my bosom. "Oh, hello
Jennifer," Caitlin said. "I hope you didn't wait up for me."
"Of course I waited up for you! What do you think you were doing
tonight!" I was shouting and I couldn't help myself.
"Oh please don't lecture me right now, Jenny. I'm too tired, too
drained to be yelled at. I'm sure you think what I did tonight was
awful, but you don't know what I'm going through at home. Please don't
judge me for what I did tonight. Please," she implored.
"That's not what I'm yelling about! I'm not judging you. You made me
sick with worry tonight. You could have called or something to let me
know that you were OK. What you did tonight was very dangerous.
Caitlin, I was so worried." I threw my arms around her and started
crying.
Caitlin held me tightly in return and started crying a bit too. "Oh,
Jenny," Caitlin said, smiling through her damp eyes, "you sound just
like Mom. I didn't know anybody stilled loved me enough to worry about
me like that. I'm sorry. It was thoughtless of me and I should have
known you'd be worried and it won't happen again." She put her hands on
my shoulders and held me at arms length and looked straight into my
eyes and said, "It's an awfully nice feeling to know someone cares so
much about me that she would stay up late being worried." And with that
she gave me another hug.
"So," I said, trying to collect myself and sound sophisticated and not
shocked by her behavior, "Did you have a nice time tonight?"
Caitlin couldn't suppress her smile. "Jenny, I had a wonderful night.
First your party was marvelous and then after the party...well that
part was thrilling. And exhausting."
"Well, you should get to bed. Sarah told me that you promised Jeff that
you'd be home by 10:00, so that means you better leave here by 8:30. So
if you go to bed now, I'll get you up at 8:00 and that will still give
you four and half hours of sleep. And it looks like you need it!"
"Thanks Jen. You're the best." And with that, Caitlin kissed me on the
cheek.
Caitlin started to head to the guest room when she turned to me and
said, "You know Jenny, I don't think John would ever have cared so much
about whether I was home or not. I'm really glad that I'm getting to
know Jenny after all these years."
I was speechless. I headed upstairs and climbed into bed next to my
sleeping Sarah.
Morning
Saturday morning arrived and I got up early. I skipped the morning
shower and did my best to repair my make-up which I hadn't taken off
after coming home from the party. I didn't look great, but considering
how little sleep I got and how much I had to drink the night before, I
think I looked OK.
I made the girls a big breakfast with lots of strong coffee. While we
ate, Sarah grilled Caitlin mercilessly about her new friend. We learned
that his name was Brian and that he was separated. He was the assistant
coach of the local college's basketball team. On more personal matters,
Sarah got Caitlin to admit that he had an "awesome" body and was great
in bed. Oh dear.
"So Caitlin," Sarah continued, "The only important question is this.
Are you going to see Brian again?"
"Oh I don't know," Caitlin replied with a sigh. "I mean I'm married -
with a baby. I can't be doing things like this, and besides....Oh who
am I kidding. You bet I'm going to see him again. That was the best
night of my life!" I was learning more about women than I think I
really wanted to know. But who was I to judge. To twist an old saying,
'People who live in silk and satin and lace and perfumed houses
shouldn't throw stones.'
The clock was marching on and it was nearly time for Caitlin to go.
"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, "Can you girls help me get some things
out of my car." So the three of us went down to Caitlin's Volvo wagon
in the driveway, even though I still don't like being outside of my
house dressed as Jenny. Inside her car were three huge black plastic
trash bags and two big cardboard moving boxes. It took two trips but we
got everything into the house.
Caitlin explained, "After Mom died, I went through a lot of her things.
Some things I gave to charity, some things I threw out and some things
I kept for myself. But there was a whole lot of clothes that I really
never got around to sorting through or else couldn't bear to part with
- even though I knew I could never use them. Anyway, here's a bunch of
Mom's old clothes - some of which are really nice. Some of her things
might even fit you better than they fit me - she was a bit...broader
through the bust and shoulders than I am. Anyway, they're all yours. If
you don't want them, toss them or give them away. But I thought you
would probably find at least a few things here that you could enjoy.
Oh, look at the time. I've got to go. Happy birthday, Jenny. Thank you
for having me, Sarah. I'm sorry about last night - I hope it didn't
spoil the evening for you Jen."
I replied, "No, it didn't spoil my evening. And having you come to my
party was the very best part of my birthday." We hugged one last time
and then Caitlin was off.
After Caitlin left I started going through the bags and boxes while
Sarah watched while having some more coffee. The clothes were
incredible. There was a gorgeous fur trimmed belted winter coat. There
were about a dozen dresses - some from the sixties and seventies. There
were two evening gowns - one was kind of out of style but the other was
lovely. There were blouses and skirts and slacks. I guessed that at
least half of them would look great on me. One of the boxes had mostly
shoes in it. My Mom's feet must have been a half size smaller than
mine, but I tried on a few pairs and felt certain that I could make at
least some of them work. There was even a bag of underthings, including
a bunch of 38C bras. Wow, I thought, I wore 38B and I thought that made
me look busty. I had forgotten that Mom was so...statuesque.
"Let's go back to bed, sweetie," Sarah said after a while. "You didn't
get enough sleep last night and hearing about Caitlin's adventures has
made me terribly horny." We raced back up the stairs and into bed.
End of Part 13
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