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Cara Mia 3/6
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Subject: SARTRE: CaraMia (3/6)
Cara and Mia arrived at The Elite Bride where they were joined by
Cara's mother, Lillian, who was relieved beyond belief that her
daughter was finally settling down and getting married to the "right"
man. In accordance with the grand event, Lillian had insisted on her
pride and joy being dressed by the best bridal shop in town. After
all, the daughter of Dr. and Mrs. Jonathan R. Hardy couldn't be seen
in just any old gown. It had to be the very best, as was everything
else about this wedding. It didn't hurt that Dr. Hardy was chief of
neurosurgery at The Medical Center and could afford whatever his wife
could come up with. Cara, needless to say with more than a little
help from her mother, would be one of the year's most memorable
brides.
About three miles away Harrison and his ushers were picking up
their tuxedos at The Formal Affair. Again, Lillian had more than a
small hand in this too. She always bought her husband's formal attire
here at the beginning of every social season. Neither she nor
Harrison had any way of knowing that the owner, Charles, had met Cara
and Mia at a play party a couple of years ago. Lillian would have
suffered a heart attack had she known. Harrison was about to figure
it out.
Harrison, accompanied by Jerry, went up to the sales clerk who'd
taken the order for the tuxedos. "Hi, we're here to pick up the tuxes
for the Hardy-McDowell party. Are they ready?"
"Uh...let's see here...," replied the sales clerk looking down at
his book, "er...yes. Here we are. I'll have them in the dressing
rooms for you shortly. Please, help yourself to some refreshments and
I'll find you when they're ready."
Harrison and the rest of the ushers availed themselves of the
refreshment bar stocked with cappucino, various juices and several
herbal teas. Unknown to him, Charles was on the other side of the
room and had heard the name he had given the clerk. Charles, being
something of a nosey gossip, in addition to being a rather friendly
sort, decided to introduce himself.
"Good afternoon. I'm Charles, the owner here." Charles extended
his hand. "You must be Harrison. Cara has told me so much about you.
You're a lucky man my friend. Cara is one of the most delightful
bottoms I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."
Harrison took the man's hand with more than a hint of
embarrassment and confusion on his face, not quite knowing what to
say. "Yes, I'm Harrison McDowell. And you're right, I am a very
lucky man." He stopped for a moment considering his next words. "I'm
afraid that Cara doesn't really tell me much about her...um...friends
and I'm rather vanilla as it were."
Charles couldn't resist this one. It was just too juicy. "Oh, I
see. Well, you know, we all thought that Cara and Mia would be
together forever and would never allow one of us mere males to intrude
into their space. Good heavens, so many of us have tried," he
sighed, "but with no luck. I just assumed that you were lurking in
the scene around here some place. I'm sorry for making such an
assumption."
"Oh, no problem. It's just that my tastes don't really go in
that area. Nothing wrong with it I suppose, just not my thing."
"Such a pity too. With your looks you'd have them lining up all
over the place," Charles noted with a tiny, but recognizable, hint of
flirtation. "I guess you won't be popping into the play party tonight
in honor of Cara then?"
Again, a look of confusion ran across Harrison's face.
"I...don't know what you're talking about. Tonight?" he asked with a
slight frown.
"Oh didn't Mia tell you? Heavens! Well, I guess I've just put
my foot in my mouth," Charles said in mock surprise and
embarrassment. "I'm sure that I'll be severely punished for that
little faux pas," he giggled.
Viewing Charles as a prime source of valuable information,
Harrison chose to take this a bit further. "You say that there's a
party tonight? Where and what time? I may yet drop by."
Leaning closer, Charles gave him the location and time of the
party. "Now, you have to understand that this is a surprise party.
Cara doesn't know a thing about it. And for God's sake, DON'T tell
Mia that I'm the one who told you. She'll burst my balls for sure,"
he said in his best conspiratorial whisper.
Harrison smiled a self-satisfied smile and reassured Charles that
he wouldn't breathe a word. In fact, he didn't have any desire to
make his presence known to anyone. He was just curious about what
goes on at play parties and how his lovely Cara could participate in
such events. Mia, he could understand. He'd believe any "perversion"
from her, but Cara? Well, he'd just have to go and see for himself.
The sales clerk who'd helped them earlier returned. "Mr.
McDowell, you may come in now. Please follow me." The clerk pointed
Harrison and his ushers toward the dressing rooms where they found
their attire ready for them.
Cara and Mia had left Lillian sitting in the salon of the bridal
shop sipping a glass of white zinfindel while they got Cara into her
gown for the fitting. The dressing room was surprisingly small for
such a spacious store. Wedding gowns tend to be a bit bulky, but
apparently the person who designed the place hadn't considered this
minor detail. As a result, the two women couldn't help but jostle
each other. Mia could smell the natural flowery scent that always
seemed to hang on Cara's skin even hours after she'd showered. She
tried to be discrete as she inhaled deeply, reveling in the smell, as
she helped Cara out of her camisole.
"OK love, arms up and over your head," Mia instructed. Cara
dutifully raised her arms and Mia pulled the camisole over her head.
She couldn't help but appreciate once more how lovely Cara's
unfettered breasts were. They were full and firm with large nipples
surrounded by pinkish brown areolas. In a fit of devilishness, Mia
pinched one very hard, but very quickly.
Cara inhaled sharply and cried, "Ow! Don't you ever quit?"
Mia giggled and replied, "Nope," while taking the pinched nipple
into her mouth and sucking gently for a brief moment. "You should
know that by now. I'm more of a slut than you are and that's saying
quite a bit," she said with a grin and resumed her ministrations to
Cara's nipple. Being trained as a first class bottom in their early
days, Cara's body couldn't help but react. She tried to object, but
her mouth and her brain seemed to be in disagreement. The dichotomy
resolved itself by settling on a rather loud moan, which didn't go
unnoticed by an ever attentive sales woman.
"Is everything alright in there? I thought I heard something,"
she said in a voice peppered with concern.
Since Mia had more control over her faculties at that point, she
poked her head out of the dressing room and answered, "Oh yes, we just
got something caught. Everything's fine now. We'll be out shortly."
"Is she gone?" Cara asked having regained control of herself.
"Uh huh," Mia replied with a smile that ended in an
uncontrollable giggle. "Whew! That was close love...Hmm, I think
that we'd better get you into that dress and take care of other things
later." Cara nodded in agreement and they finished getting the gown
on and fastened.
Mia went out to the salon to wait with Lillian while Cara made
her final adjustments in the fitting room before coming out. Due to
the lack of space in the cubicle, Mia really didn't know what Cara
looked like in the gown. She only saw enough of it to get Cara into
it and fastened. When Cara finally did come out of the dressing room,
there was a collective gasp around the salon. She was, in a word,
stunning. The gown was barely off white taffeta. It had an off-the-
shoulder V-neckline that accentuated her breasts, with long, fitted
sleeves of fine lace that ended in a point on her hand and held in
place by a loop that fit around her middle finger. The bodice was
beaded in the front with tiny pearls (the real thing in fact), all
hand-sewn. The skirt was very full and consisted of the same lace as
the sleeves, beaded intermittently, over a taffeta slip. The coup de
grace, however, was the train. It was beaded at the tail and had to
be at least 15 feet. The only thing missing was the headpiece. That
was quickly remedied when the sales woman silently walked up to Cara,
a bit in awe, and placed it gently on her head. There was probably no
picture in any bridal magazine that could rival the way that Cara
looked in her gown. The sight was enough to bring Lillian to tears,
make Mia's jaw drop and the other patrons speak in hushed whispers.
The fitting was going well. Lillian fussed over Cara, who, for
some reason didn't seem quite as excited as Mia thought she should.
The dressmaker studied closely, making sure that she'd nipped and
tucked in all the right places. Mia was just a bit overwhelmed at the
whole sight. She realized for the first time in a year that this
wedding was actually going to take place. Somehow she'd believed that
something would happen and tomorrow would never come. When she saw
Cara she understood that she was really going to loose a part of her
life that had meant the world to her. Cara would be Harrison's wife
and not just her lover. Mia had always thought of herself as more
than Cara's lover and Cara more than hers. In her heart, she thought
of the two of them as life partners--married to each other forever
more. Faced with the reality of the scene in front of her, she had to
accept that a monumental change was speeding down on her like the
proverbial freight train, but there was no room to get out of the way.
The thought made her a little sick to her stomach.
"Mia? Mia?" Lillian called out to her. "Honey, you're looking
a bit under the weather. You got rather pale there for a minute. Are
you alright?"
Mia turned to look at Lillian and Cara standing a few feet away
from her near the dressmaker's platform. "Uh...yes...," she
stammered. "I...I mean...I'll be alright. I just need to lay down
for a little while. I suddenly have a migraine."
Cara came over to look at her lover and knew that she'd lied.
She could see it in her eyes and instantly knew what the problem was.
She led her to the sofa and cradled her in her arms for a while,
stroking her long golden ringlets. "Honey," she said very softly,
"it's almost over. Just let me get out of this and we can go home.
OK?"
"OK," Mia whispered in a gravel voice. "I love you."
Cara gave her a squeeze and unentangled herself from Mia's
embrace. She smiled at her and brushed the usual group of unruly
locks from Mia's forehead, taking her chin in hand so that Mia had to
look directly at her. She mouthed the words that Mia so desperately
needed to hear, "I love you." No one heard her. No one but Mia knew
what she'd said, but they all saw the sad and weak little smile that
crossed her lips. With that, Cara ran back to the dressing room and
relieved her body of it's confinement. She dressed so quickly that
she didn't bother to put her stockings back on. All she wanted to do
was get Mia home and hold her, never letting go for the last time.
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