Vivian Laaning Ch. 36

Vivian woke up by noon, and luckily everyone in the house was engaged in finalizing last minute details for the wedding and the rehearsal dinner. Thus, it escaped notice that both Vivian and Maryanne were inordinately late risers that day. When Maryanne appeared, she took up her assigned tasks without comment from anyone. When Vivian appeared she explained her late appearance by pleading exhaustion from the plane trip, coupled with the bridal shower that started shortly after she had arrived. In any case, there was lots to do, and everyone was busy to ensure the wedding would be a great success.

Later in the afternoon, Vivian was put to work as the sole acknowledged seamstress in the bridal party group. Angela wanted certain alternations in her wedding dress that would make the carrying of her train easier. Needless to say our heroine Vivian was up to the task. Everyone declared that Angela's dress was perfect and showed off her visual attributes to the best advantage. A more radiant bride could not be imagined.

Shortly after six the female bridal group at the Black residence left en masse to the Episcopal Church in Hartford. They were joined there by other members of the wedding party to attend the wedding rehearsal scheduled to start at seven. The rehearsal dinner to follow was booked by Ralph's father upon recommendation of Mrs Black. It was Ruth's Chris in Newington CT, a short drive from the Church.

As befits the status of Angela's family, the senior Bishop of the New England Province of the Church would officiate the wedding ceremony, but did not oversee the rehearsal. The entire party consisted of Angela and her mother, plus the aunt; her two sisters and their husbands. 'Drat!' thought Vivian, 'I guess I'm not going to have a second round with Maryanne tonight.'

Ralph was naturally there along with his mother and father plus his sister, Kellyanne Peterson. Also of his party was Mike Kopatchinskaja, his best man, a fellow student in the math department at UW. Mr. Kopatchinskaja was accompanied by his wife, Patricia. Finally rounding out the party was Jed Baxter, unaccompanied, who was to give the bride away.

The rehearsal went off without any awkward calamities, and soon they were off to the restaurant. As everyone had a natural partner, it left Vivian to be paired off with Jed Baxter, and so they were seated next to each other at the restaurant. Vivian couldn't be any happier, as she was well aware of his prominence. To be in the company of such an important man was definitely a highlight of her young life.

Jed Baxter was in his early to mid-forties, but despite such a relative young age, he was an extremely wealthy business tycoon. He was the CEO and majority stockholder of a vast business conglomerate dba Baxter and Sons. His net worth was in the billions and growing exponentially each year.

As if his wealth was not enough of a favorable attribute for one man to possess, he was extremely handsome as well. He kept himself fit by routinely working out and playing handball, and or racquetball. He had great manners and was very charming especially to the opposite sex. In the latter case, he was totally beguiling even to those women who had no design on securing his affection.

Consequently, he was a target of every decently good looking mercenary woman wanting a piece of him. These predatory females were not deterred by the fact he was married, and in fact was reputed to be happily married. They all had in their minds that they were the one who could successfully steal him away from his wife, and that then their life dreams would be fulfilled thereby.

Vivian had no such avaricious motives in mind, but that did not mean she was oblivious to his sex appeal. She was simply cognizant that he was out of her league socially, but still she was not intimidated. Instead her conversation flowed naturally without any machination that Jed was used to from the women he usually met for the first time. As a result they hit it off right from the get go.

After introductions and after being seated and placing their orders for dinner, Vivian started their conversation in earnest by asking, "I understand from Angela that you are related close enough to her that for the wedding, you were the logical choice to walk her down the aisle, and give her away in place of her deceased father. However, Angela, did not elaborate on the precise relationship. As I'm a curious woman, I wonder Mr Baxter, if you could indulge me and reveal your exact blood ties to our bride?"

Jed chuckled at her unique ice breaker for conversation. He first reacted, "Well we need not be so formal. You can just call me Jed, and I'm hoping I'm not too presumptuous by addressing you as Vivian."

"As I'm aware that you are the richest man in Chicago and one of the richest in the world, and I'm merely a farmer's daughter, I surely would be taken to task should I adopt such a familiarity without prior authorization. So I welcome your permission. It goes without saying that you do not require similar dispensation from me. In fact, you can even address me as 'hey you' should you forget my name."

Jed could not help but laugh out aloud at Vivian's boldness in her witty reply. He was also most impressed by her erudition especially considering her admitted lowly social background. So he responded in kind, "Should I suffer such a deplorable lapse of memory, surely I can do better than 'hey you'. I think I could, off the top of my head, come up with a 'hey babe' or even 'hey good looking' as more appropriate salutations."

"Now Mr Baxter..."

"Jed please!"

"Aside from your wealth, you present a most imposing figure such that I imagine only your intimate friends feel comfortable in calling you Jed."

"I'm already warming up to the idea of us becoming intimate friends."

Vivian gasped inwardly as she wondered if he was sending a signal. She dared not believe it. She was cognizant from Angela's revelations that when straying from his wedding vows, Jed Baxter most certainly had his choice of bedding much more glamorous women than her. Deciding to keep her cool, by continuing to exchange some witty banter, she said, "In any case, if you were attempting to catch my attention by uttering a 'hey babe' or a 'hey good looking' greeting, I would first most assuredly look around to ascertain if there was any other female in the vicinity. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself in assuming that you were actually wanting to converse with me when another more fetching woman may be actually available."

"Do you then discount your own attractiveness that you can't imagine that you can be the target of say some genuine admiring glances?"

"As the familiar cliché goes, I'm comfortable in my own skin. Although, I have to admit that sometimes it does annoy me a little that my sister is far prettier than me. Considering that we are of the same flesh and blood, it does seem unfair that she should hog that department."

Vivian continued, "I suppose I'm appealing enough, but I'm well aware there are legions of females more stunning in good looks than I. Why in this company alone Angela, and both her sisters would be considered more glamorous. Even Ms Patricia Kopatchinskaja would probably edge me out in that category.

"I'm cognizant, though, that were I to stroll down a sidewalk passing a construction site replete with testosterone, I would probably attract a fair amount of wolf whistles accompanied by no doubt some lewd and smutty remarks. Now a woman harboring a low opinion of her beauty might feel flattered by such lascivious attention. But a women holding a high opinion of her good looks would probably take umbrage at such perceived impropriety. I, on the other hand would merely shrug my shoulders and chalk it up as a common, albeit coarse interplay between the sexes during social intercourse."

Jed Baxter could not help but laugh out loud at Vivian's last brazen remark. He was becoming beguiled by her playful manners fostering a desire to get to know her better. It followed that in getting to know her better, the notion to make love to her naturally followed in the train of his thoughts. He was somewhat surprised by his reaction. Usually it was the women who were the ones initiating hints of sexual advances towards him.

He had looked upon this wedding as a family obligation without any prospect of pure enjoyment. Now with this so far delightful conversation with Vivian, he sensed that unexpected pleasure lay in store for him after all. So in this light, he gallantly replied, "I've already witnessed your stroll or should I say strut as you arrived at our table. With your gait featuring a definitely feminine motion of your hips, I've no doubt that you would attract more than your share of wolf whistles while bypassing a construction site or the like. Furthermore, if as you say your sister is far prettier than you, she must be truly a super gorgeous woman indeed."

Vivian blushed at his saucy observation, but keeping her cool she merely replied, "Well I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but she sure attracts male attention like bees to honey."

"Does that mean you are left out in the cold?"

"Oh no! I do get my fair share of male companionship."

"I bet you do. Now obviously I haven't had the opportunity of meeting your sister yet, but notwithstanding your praise of her, I'm hard put to imagine that I'd prefer her over you."

Vivian did not put much stock on Jed's innocuously complementary prattle. However she focused on the word "yet". She wondered in her mind, 'Was this an unguarded inadvertent choice of words? Or does he really contemplate on meeting Erica someday? But the only way he could possibly meet Erica is through me. Does he actually expect that we are going to become friends?'

And Vivian's reverie continued, 'But the only way we can become friends is if we were to become lovers. Oh my God is he actually thinking of fucking me? But wait a minute! A one night stand, say tonight, does not naturally follow that he would meet Erica. Oh my God is he really thinking of engaging in an affair with me?'

At this last thought, Vivian could sense her panties were moistening. It wasn't just that Jed Baxter was a billionaire; that fact only served to make him important in society. But he was truly a magnificent specimen of the human male physique. Vivian believed if she were to close her eyes and conjure up the image of the ultimate virile man by appearance only, she couldn't do much better than Jed Baxter. It's no wonder that the possibility of engaging in sex with him would set her passion on fire, and her female juices churning.

All these musings crossed her mind in a nanosecond. Then her more realistic subconscious mind interrupted her happy thoughts. 'Don't be a groveling ninny. If you truly want Jed Baxter in your bed, you better act cool and be sophisticated. He surely won't chase after a bimbo.'

And so Vivian steeled her mind to continue the bland patter the two of them had established. So she replied, "Those are most charming sentiments you have just expressed. And I'm most distracted Jed. See I have become informal upon your command."

"Bravo Vivian!"

"Anyway, we have digressed, and I see that you have avoided answering my initial question."

"Which was? I confess I've lost track as I've become charmed by your presence."

At this point Vivian thought that she would advance there repartee to more overt sexual suggestions. So she replied, "Oh my Jed, your sweet words keep piling on. As the cliché goes flattery will get you everything you desire. But then you must have everything you desire, or have I missed something?"

"Wait a minute Vivian! Doesn't the saying go, 'Flattery will get you nowhere'?"

"Hogwash! I believe that saying was coined by a disgruntled person who thought his worth was not praised enough. As for me, you've succeeded in spinning my head by the kind words you have uttered. It marks a sharp contrast to that which I've endured by my peers."

At this point Vivian thought she had gone a little too far in overtly intimating that a common sexual bond had been established between them. As she could comprehend that she might easily be wrong in her conjecture, she knew she had to quickly steer the conversation into a safer direction to avoid censure in his eyes. If on the other hand, she was correct in detecting a partial liking towards her, by him, then there would be plenty of opportunity for him to clarify his partiality. In the meantime she abided by the advice of her subconscious mind to act cool. With this in mind she added, "But before I become too distracted, I remind you that my first question was: what is your exact relationship to Angela?"

Jed Baxter had also been engaged in analyzing the intriguing comportment of his dinner companion. He could sense that Vivian was attracted to him, but that was not a novel experience for him. Most women in meeting him were obvious in communicating their interest in him. To bolster their admiration they would be quick to send subtle signals of their esteem for him. In the hopes of receiving similar signals in return, they would go out of their way to advertise their own virtues.

But Vivian Laaning was a different kettle of fish. Yes he knew that she wanted him, but he could sense there was an understandable regret in her regard. He knew she was intelligent and realistic enough to discount any disillusion or fantasy. Because of their social disparity, she would realize that the best she could hope from him was a one night stand. Jed could tell from Vivian's demeanor that she would be content with that. However, he sensed that her regret was centered on a desire for a full blown affair accompanied by plenty of passion.

It goes without saying, that most women attracted to Jed would want a similar ultimate outcome, but their motives would be different. The fact that they could snare a man like Jed to their bed, was a worthy prize in of it self. That accomplishment would bolster the women's ego. Some of Jed's lovers in full candor acknowledged such exact sentiments in an unguarded moment during a frank discussion.

In Vivian's case, Jed had developed the impression that she desired an affair with him, simply for the pleasure in of itself independent of any ulterior motive. This refreshing notion made Vivian more appealing to him then he would otherwise have felt. As he was getting more interested in her, he devoted almost exclusive attention to her despite other claims for conversation by the other dinner guests. He then replied, "You do keep surprising me, as again I'm hard put to imagine your peers would ever utter unkind words to you. Anyway as for Angela, her father, Conrad Black and I are first cousins. His mother was a sister to my father, and thus, by technical definition, Angela is my first cousin once removed. And as you previously intimated I'm indeed her closest male blood relative to take the place of Conrad who is no longer with us.

"Now this in turn tweaks my curiosity about you. I've known Angela since she was born, and am aware of all her important friends. I haven't ever heard of you, until Angela announced her engagement and advised that you would be the Maid of Honor. In addition to her sisters, as such possible choices, I'm aware of at least three of Angela's friends, whom I'm certain will be guests at the wedding, having had an acquaintanceship with her since they were little girls. In fact there are curious rumors that suggest their friendships might have been intimate.

"I of course do not put much stock in such rumors except to tease Angela about it. Besides, whatever the veracity of such rumors it is now moot considering her forthcoming marriage. Still despite such longstanding friendship, Angela did not choose any one of them, but instead picked you to be her Maid of Honor. Can you then, possibly enlighten me as to why Angela did that?"

Vivian answered, "There could be two possible explanations. One: gratitude that I was responsible for Ralph meeting Angela, which therefore, paved the way for this wedding. Or two: by picking me over her other lifelong friends, each of them would not be jealous thereby of each other, since I was a stranger to their circle."

"So was this Ralph initially your boyfriend?"

"Oh heavens no; we had only met once before."

"Only once? And yet you were able to introduce him to Angela as a close acquaintance?"

"Well, my initial acquaintance with Ralph, occurred under most unusual circumstances that I need not delve into any further. Suffice it to say that I can safely vouch that our time together was mutually very pleasurable, but not confining."

Jed was getting more intrigued as he could sense there was more than met the eye in Vivian's cryptic responses. So he followed up, "So I'm to believe that despite the pleasurable first meeting you had with Ralph, you had no compunction to introduce him to Angela? In addition you weren't too despondent, that Angela then stole him away from you?"

"I think you misunderstand the nature of my introduction of Ralph to Angela. It wasn't the case that Angela was wishing for a suitable date and was asking for my help in accommodating such desire. In actuality, Angela and I were teamed up seeking a mutually pleasurable outcome in a night out. When I happened to spot Ralph in the bar we were at, and introduced him to Angela, the three of us were agreeable to a reciprocal tryst that night. There was obviously intense chemistry right from the get go between Ralph and Angela. And here we are a few months later about to celebrate their nuptials."

Jed was fascinated by Vivian's recital. Although sparse in details he was able to read between the lines and jump to the right conclusions. To verify the accuracy of his speculations he was emboldened to ask, "So in essence with Ralph in the picture you were deprived of Angela's charms solely to yourself. Did you despair of your loss of her affections?"

Vivian could understand what Jed was alluding to. Since she was in essence a forthright person, she never made apologies for behavior of which she was not ashamed. She replied accordingly, "I certainly love Angela from the bottom of my heart, and so I wish only the best for her. From our conversations, I'm convinced she could not have met a more perfect mate than in Ralph. As a result I truly rejoice in her happiness."

At this point, Vivian decided it was her time to cross her Rubicon. She suspected that if she was going to get Jed into her bed, a desire which was overwhelming her, she needed to formulate some bold action. Taking him by complete surprise, she reached underneath the table; and unerringly was able to grasp his cock and squeeze it within his pants.

She then spoke in a soft sultry voice that could only be heard by Jed, "I think we should stop beating around the bush Jed. To answer your unasked questions, yes Angela and I,have been lovers. And Angela isn't the only woman I've made love to. But..."

During this part of her conversation, Vivian had with remarkable dexterity unzipped the fly of Jed's pants freeing his penis from its confines. This enabled her to stroke the bare flesh of his penis. Her stroking of his cock was slow and tantalizing. She continued her conversation in a husky whisper, "That does not, though, mean I'm a lesbian. In fact I do love to have cocks to play with. And yours is so wonderful to touch, stroke and squeeze. Oh what I would give to have it in my mouth...in my pussy...why even in my bummy..."

Her brazen action in such a public area, coupled with the effect of her touching, not to mention her saucy dialogue was too much for Jed to hold back. He was soon spurting! The first shot was strong, landing harmlessly onto the floor. Vivian then covered the head of his cock with her stroking hand to capture the ensuing sperm eruptions.