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Crown Vic to a Parallel World: Stolen Love The third and final installment of the ongoing adventures of Church Philips
50 A Long Overdue Party: The Beginning
The next two weeks went by in a flash. Before I knew it, it was time for the party we'd been meaning to have for a month. It was Saturday, June 13th, 2037. I'd already peaked downstairs to survey the preparations Cellarius had directed for the event. The main house was decorated to the hilt. In the ballroom, a portion of Divided Light played Motown to warm up for the dancing that would come later. In the dining room, the sideboard was laden with all kinds of finger foods. There was an open bar on the balcony behind the ballroom and even the pool was open.
Servants in burgundy livery scurried this way and that, on last-minute missions of the utmost urgency as party-time drew near. I'd been told all the outfits of the partiers were custom made for the event. Andy Philips, the company and the man, had outdone themselves. The partiers were to quite literally sparkle in the latest Andy Philips designs. This was especially true in the ballroom where the lighting system had been given over to the Divided Light technicians. They'd worked their technological magic on the systems and filled the room with pastel shades of colors that pulsed in time to the music.
Andy had consulted with the techs ahead of time and tailored his designs for the night with sequins and spangles to catch and reflect the light. The effect was to make the party look like a school of fish shimmering in shafts of sunlight filtered through blue-green water. I couldn't wait to see it filled with people.
My newly chiseled physique, deeply tanned from the week spent in the sun in Litus Descendit, was clad in an outfit from Andy's cruising collection. It was modeled on the Stoplight Parrotfish, a medium-sized algae eater in aquamarine and purple with yellow accents.
Andy had provided me with a glittering, aquamarine pullover shirt that clung to my torso like a compression top. The neck was a wide diamond, cut so the points reached the tops of my shoulders and exposed the whole of my throat and the top of my chest and back. The sleeves stopped midway up my biceps and left most of my strong arms on display.
My lower half was clad in aquamarine and purple shorts that stopped just above my knees. They hugged my thighs and ass and even contained a pouch in the front that lifted my package to create a prominent bulge. My shoes were bright-yellow four-inch heels that pushed my already enormous (for Solum) six-feet-four-inches of height to an obscene six-feet-eight. The heels had long, ribbon laces that wound around my calves and tied in frilly bows just under my knees.
When I put the clothes on in preparation for the party, I felt completely ridiculous. I'd stepped out of the walk-in closet to complain to my husband about Andy's over-the-top design but the words never left my lips. Shawn had been waiting for his turn to get changed. He and I had showered together, and I went to get dressed while Shawn lounged on our bed in his fluffy white robe. As I stepped from the closet and into Shawn's field of view, I felt flames of lust lick across our emotional link.
"Wow!" Shawn's bedroom voice purred as he appraised me with eyes reduced to sensuous slits. He shifted on the bed just enough that the bottom of his robe parted under the tied sash. His right leg appeared through the slit. Shawn raised it and flexed his sculpted thigh while I watched with desire. "You look delicious." Shawn said as he admired me in turn.
I flexed my chest and arms a little to tease Shawn, then I remembered what he liked the most and did an about face. I put my hands on my hips and opened my shoulders to spread the whole of my broad back out. As soon as I did it, I felt a wave of flaming desire from Shawn that almost buckled my knees. I turned back around to see my husband as he flipped the collar of his robe like he was trying to let heat out of it.
"My, my, my, my, my," he said and sounded scarily like his uncle, "oh my...I am going to...I don't even know. Between the way your back looks and those shoulders and those great, big arms, and all the muscles in those legs and that meaty ass of yours...you'll be lucky if I don't fuck you right on the dancefloor."
Shawn's lust felt raw and wild across our link. The fact that he'd used profanity when we weren't engaged in a sex act titillated and surprised me. I guessed the clothes and my more sharply chiseled physique really did drive him crazy. I liked being desired, but the amount of lust I felt from my husband made me wonder how we were going to get through the evening.
Shawn had a suggestion. "You better go downstairs. I'll get dressed and meet you. If we spend any more time alone, with no distractions, I'm going to have to have you...again."
The way Shawn said that was particularly amusing. He and I had `had' each other quite often since we'd been reunited after his kidnapping. To my immense joy, the frequency of our romps had only diminished slightly when we returned to the estate. Even Shawn's busy work schedule hadn't dampened the physical pleasure we sought in each other. I'd puzzled over that a bit because the difference confused me.
Before Shawn was kidnapped, I had to just about beg for intimacy. Since I'd gotten him back, Shawn had been `ready to go' at the slightest provocation, or without any provocation at all. I reasoned that Shawn had rediscovered the amount of pleasure we could offer each other and how much stress he could shed by the physical act of love. Another factor, that I only considered later, was that my mood was far improved after the kidnapping than it had been before.
I reminded myself that, the way my magic broadcast my mood to everyone around me, and to Shawn especially, meant that I could easily influence those closest to me. Before Shawn was taken, he'd been stressed out from trying to hand off control of the practice to Met, and from problems with how Met treated patients. That stress had led to a lack of communication with me. That lack of communication killed my mood. I then magically shared my negativity with everyone who picked up my magic.
Shawn and I had unwittingly set up a negative feedback loop that kept us apart and made us both miserable. There had been more to the situation than that, much more, but that was some of the trouble.
I told myself that a happy Church would mean a happy Shawn that would in turn mean a happy Church. I promised myself to pay closer attention to my moods. I also told myself that a refresher with my psychologist, Doctor Recolens, might be in order. I'd thought some more about Shawn's assertion that he wanted children. I'd thought about when he'd asked me to raise them. I'd thought about a great many things as I'd been idled at Shawn's practice for the previous two weeks.
I wanted to be the man who Shawn wanted me to be. I wanted to be the father he thought I could be. I wanted to be...I wanted to be...the best man that I could be. If that meant I had to return to therapy for a few visits, or a few months, or even a few years, that was fine with me.
"Love?" Shawn asked to interrupt my revelry.
I snapped back to reality and realized my mind had wandered. I quickly remembered where I was and what I'd been doing. Shawn had made it plain that my presence aroused and distracted him and had suggested I leave the room so he could dress for the party. I took several steps toward the apartment door to acquiesce to his suggestion when I was seized with a devious and naughty thought.
I lunged back into the closet and pulled the door shut. Once I was by myself, I opened the hamper and dug out Shawn's briefs from the last two days. Each was made of Andy's special scent-retaining fabric. I folded both and sampled their bouquet. Each was loaded with heady, rich musk from my husband's most intimate areas.
I stuck one pair of briefs in each of my front pockets and fled the apartment almost at a run. I knew if I lingered, Shawn would realize that I'd done something. He would want to know what it was. I figured that he'd felt my naughty inspiration across our link, but I hoped he'd dismiss it as a stray emotion in response to his earlier lust. I had a plan for those briefs and wanted to carry it out. I knew if Shawn suspected anything, he'd press me, and I'd likely have to surrender the underwear and my plan.
I left the room and turned my steps toward the grand entryway where our friends had already started to arrive. As I took my time moving down the stairs and across the entryway, I let my mind work on the details of my plan.
I wanted to have a successful party with my friends and family. I wanted to thank everyone for their help in getting my husband back for me. I wanted to enjoy myself. I also wanted to rile Shawn up as much as possible.
My original inspiration for what I planned to do had come to me the night we'd welcomed Paul from Earth. I'd thought about how much fun it would be to have a pair of Shawn's underwear in my pocket during a gathering. I thought about how naughty and nasty it would be to pretend that underwear was a handkerchief and to smell them at opportune times during the evening to excite myself. I knew that excitement, that horniness would transmit directly to Shawn. I considered it would be like edging myself and my husband, in public, for hours.
I didn't have much of an end goal. I wasn't planning to keep my husband simmering for hours with any grand plan beyond a savage fucking for myself at the end of the evening. The way things had been going between Shawn and me, I could have likely had that without the teasing. My main plan was to have fun. The night was to be a party. Parties are supposed to be fun. If I could add to my fun and arouse Shawn at the same time, that was a win, win, win, win.
I went downstairs and moved into the grand entryway. The walls were set to be completely clear, and the view of the sunset was spectacular. It was early evening, a little before seven, and the house was filling up. Everyone who milled around was dressed in their Andy Philips finest. The spangles of their outfits glittered and glowed in the deep orange of the setting sun. The lights near the ceiling were coming up slowly. The building management system had been set to raise the artificial illumination as the natural light faded.
I admired the aesthetic of the scene and took the opportunity to shove a pair of Shawn's briefs under my nose. I pretended I was covering a cough and huffed my husband's scent into my head. I felt my pulse quicken and my cock tingle like it was trying to decide if it should come to life or remain asleep. I didn't want to get caught with an erection, so I stuffed the underwear back in my pocket and savored the naughty feeling of what I'd just been doing.
I felt Shawn's emotions respond to my unexpected horniness. First his arousal took note of mine and responded in kind. Right after that, I felt Shawn's curiosity as to what had aroused me in the first place. I grinned to myself and wondered how he'd react when he eventually found out what I was doing. I hoped he wouldn't be mad. I was fairly certain he wouldn't be, but I wasn't completely sure. He usually reacted well when I teased him, but I didn't usually do it when we were surrounded by our family and friends at a huge party at our estate.
I was in the middle of considering the ramifications of my plan when a shout demanded my attention. "BIG GUY!" An outsized baritone voice called.
I turned just in time for Bem to leap into my arms. He wrapped his legs around my middle and planted a quick kiss on my lips. I automatically held him to me with my hands under his thighs. The overt affection of the greeting surprised me, and I wasn't sure how to react. "What the...?" I stammered.
Bem grinned and pawed at my chest. "I missed you. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. Is everything good?"
As I held my dear friend, I realized how much I owed him. I realized how much he'd done to help get Shawn back. I realized that I hadn't thanked him at all. Not only hadn't I thanked him, but when he took steps to secure the estate, my estate, I'd made an ass of myself.
I tried to tell Bem how much his efforts meant to me. "Everything's great, thanks to you." I said to try to voice my gratitude. "I'm sorry I never thanked you. I'm sorry for being difficult. My husband is back and safe and it's all because of you. I owe you, Bem. I owe you my happiness. I owe you my life."
Bem shook his head at me. "If even half of that's true, then you don't owe me a thing. That just makes us even."
Mary walked up to us. She wore a frilly, aquamarine dress with deep green and yellow highlights. Her dress was closely fitted to her body but had ruffles down the front to deemphasize her baby bump. The dress also had a very short skirt to show off all of Mary's toned legs. Her brown hair was down and looked like it had been washed in glitter. She looked fantastic.
After I saw Mary, I noticed that Bem matched her exactly, except his outfit was a clinging short-sleeve shirt and shorts instead of a dress. Bem's outfit showed off his sinewy leanness to maximum advantage. His blond hair was brushed in his regular left parting, but it too looked like it had been washed in glitter. He looked great and he felt good in my arms. I wished I could keep him, but Mary's arrival reminded me that Bem was no longer a free agent.
I set my friend on his feet and greeted my sister. "Is that an Andy Philips?" I teased.
"I never wear anything else." Mary teased back. She nodded at me. "You look good. That shirt, the neck is pretty daring."
Mary's praise made me feel self-conscious. "Is it OK?" I asked. "I always think Andy goes overboard showing me off."
Bem answered my concern. "Can't go too far showing that body off, Big Guy. I mean, I'd let you do me."
Mary whacked Bem's shoulder in response to his lewd comment. I laughed. Bem looked puzzled. "I don't know why I said that." He remarked, more to himself than to us.
Bem moved close to Mary and leaned in to kiss her. She accepted his affection and leaned in to receive his kiss. The husband and wife shared a quick kiss with a little taste of tongue, then separated. "Sorry, dear." Bem said to Mary's face. "I don't know what came over me."
"Nothing to be sorry for." Mary said, very charitably I thought. "It is a party after all."
"It is a party." Bem agreed. He turned his face to mine. "A great party for a great event. A party to welcome Shawn back. We left Tobit with our maid. She's good with kids. Tonight, it's just Mary and me."
"That's great!" I said. I was about to say more when a familiar slap on my back pushed the breath from my lungs. I coughed, sucked my breath back in, and spun on my heels to greet Cy and Vulp Dux and Cy's family. "YOU!" I roared at Cy in mock rage.
"ME!" Cy roared back and opened his arms to hug me.
I hugged the muscle man, then moved to hug the more reserved Vulp. With that out of the way, I greeted Cy's pretty wife and his grown children. The greetings devolved into small talk and the pleasantries of catching up with people I don't see often enough.
It was several minutes of that before Shawn graced us with his presence. I felt him getting closer and turned to face the steps. As soon as Shawn came into view, Cy boomed, "here's the man of the hour!"
As I watched my husband descend the steps from our apartment, my mouth gaped open like I was a panting dog. Shawn was wearing a similar outfit to mine. The color scheme was the same, but the cut was slightly different. Instead of a diamond cut at the neck, Shawn's shirt was missing a diamond section from the center of his chest. The missing fabric was highlighted in yellow, in contrast with Shawn's alabaster skin.
The diamond cut was small, just about the size of my fist, and directly over Shawn's heart. The skin that it showed was just skin. The points of the diamond didn't reach his nipples or his navel. The effect of that missing fabric, though, was massive, massive to me anyway. It was like looking through a window to see the intimate Shawn, the Shawn that only I got to enjoy. The sight of my husband, in the tight and shimmering clothes, with the window in the chest, served to quicken my pulse.
Since I was aroused by the sight of Shawn, I decided to double-down on what I already felt. I slipped his briefs from my pocket and had another sniff. I started to think of Shawn's musk as a kind of aphrodisiac drug and my repeated sniffs as `hits.' I once again pretended I needed to cover a cough and breathed Shawn into my head. I felt my lust, which was already kindled from looking at Shawn, take flame and smolder. My body, which had started to respond to Shawn, increased its response as I huffed his rich musk.
I noticed Shawn's emotions go through a repeat of what they'd done before. I noticed a small hitch in his gait as he made quick progress along the staircase. His curious eyes looked right at me as he reached the bottom and moved toward the group that had formed around me. I stuffed the briefs back in my pocket and waited for him.
As Shawn got to us, I realized something that I hadn't noticed when he was coming down the steps. Shawn was again wearing platform stiletto heels. Instead of the six inch rise he'd worn on the night Paul arrived, this night his heels had an enormous ten-inch lift. He wore them as gracefully as he might wear a pair of sneakers. The added height didn't bother the gorgeous athleticism of his movements at all.
Shawn clacked to where I stood and drew even with me. His height was exactly the same as mine. My heels had raised my height by four inches. Shawn looked directly into my eyes from the monstrous height of six-feet-eight-inches. I realized that, by making the two of us so incredibly tall, Andy had put the both of us on display.
With our yellow heels on, Shawn and I were the tallest people at the party. We were also the only two with diamonds cut from our clothes and the only two with hair that wasn't washed in glitter. As both the hosts and the reasons for the party, my nephew had made sure we stood out. I wasn't sure if I was pleased or aggravated with Andy for making a spectacle of me and my husband. As Shawn moved against me, and I felt his lust increase as his eyes again feasted on my body in my Andy Philips outfit, I decided to be pleased with Andy and his efforts.
I greeted Shawn by pulling him into me and kissing him greedily. He kissed me back but was quick with a question as we parted. "What are you doing?" He whispered to my face.
I was amused by the question. I knew Shawn wanted to understand why my lust kept piquing. I had no intentions of telling him, not that early in the evening. "Nothing." I lied and turned Shawn over to our friends for greetings and banter.
As I turned Shawn over to the group, I stepped back from it. I stood to the side and watched my husband enjoy himself. I loved it when he enjoyed himself. I loved watching him socialize. He got so much pleasure out of being immersed in people, in people we knew and loved. I loved feeling his pleasure as he sampled each individual relationship. I reveled in his enjoyment of each personal connection.
Shawn hugged Bem and kissed Mary. He complimented both on their outfits and was bashful about accepting praise for the way he looked. He accepted bro-hugs' from Cy and Vulp and offered Cy's wife a kiss hello.' Shawn greeted each of Cy's grown children with familiarity that I couldn't match.
As much as I loved my husband, I continued to be jealous of several of his talents. The grace of his movements was one of the things I was jealous of. Shawn's body always did exactly what he told it to. His movements were poetry. My husband could walk across a room and make it look like ballet. The other thing I was jealous of was Shawn's ease in social settings. With the same grace he had in his physical movements, Shawn could move in social settings.
I was better socially than I used to be. In my past, because I always felt like an outsider, because I was closeted and hated myself, I was never quite comfortable in social settings. I was never as nervous as Paul, but I never felt at ease around people. On the other hand, Shawn reveled in socializing. He was as at home in a crowd as he was with just one person. I admired him deeply.
I watched Shawn until I felt someone watching me. I looked for the attention and noticed Bem's cobalt gaze directed my way. Bem extracted himself from Mary and the group and moved to the periphery to stand with me. He pointed his eyes to match the direction that I looked. After a few minutes, Bem remarked at the sight. "He's incredible, Big Guy. It's easy to see why you fell for him."
"He really is." I agreed.
Bem and I watched Shawn interact as the group around him grew to include his mother and Paul. Those two had arrived arm in arm in matching outfits. Andy had obviously coordinated them as closely as he'd coordinated me and Shawn and Bem and Mary. Lenis was wearing heels that raised her height to match Paul's exactly. The pair looked great together.
Shawn greeted his mother with a hug and kiss and shook hands with Paul. Paul seemed to be feeling extra affectionate, because he parried the handshake into a bear hug that surprised Shawn with its intensity. When they parted, Shawn raised his hand toward me and Bem. Lenis blew me a kiss and Paul raised his hand in a wave. I was certain I'd catch up with both of them later, so I remained rooted where I was and watched Shawn sample that relationship like he had the others.
As I stood there and savored my husband's enjoyment, I forgot I was with Bem. I lost myself in Shawn to the point that I forgot I was with my friend. I drew Shawn's briefs from my pocket and gave myself another hit of musk. I didn't even bother to hide what I was doing. I didn't advertise, but I didn't conceal either. I took a deep, pleasurable breath of Shawn, and then another. I breathed him in until my arousal increased, and Shawn noticed. He eyed me from the middle of the group. I put his briefs away and pretended innocence that he didn't believe.
Bem poked a sharp finger into my side and reminded me of his presence with a start. I looked down to see him grinning a malicious leer at me. "I know what you're doing." Bem taunted.
"How?" I demanded without bothering to deny anything.
"Big Guy," Bem smiled, "how many years have we known each other? How many times did we have sex before I met Mary? I know exactly what drives you crazy and with that link between you and Shawn, it's not hard to guess. What's in that pocket? Is it socks or underwear?"
"Underwear." I admitted.
"Brilliant." Bem praised me. "The Beast is going to fuck you into next week if you both can last out the night. How much magic are you shoving his way?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Bem tilted his head toward Shawn. "Your magic. I know you can push it out. Don't tell me you didn't think of that. I'm disappointed, Big Guy. You're not going all the way."
I realized that Bem was right. If I really wanted to drive Shawn wild, I shouldn't rely only on the magic that drifted between us normally. I should flood him with magic and lust. I wrapped a grateful arm over Bem's shoulder and pulled him against me. "You're a deviant, you know that? A deviant genius."
I focused on my internal power plant and asked it to start on low power. I let the magic gather on the surface of my body and gave it a gentle push out into the world. I didn't want to pour it on, but I wanted to push enough magic out for Shawn to pick up more than his share. I let the amount of magic I was generating swell from my body and disburse. For good measure, I gave myself another hit of Shawn's briefs. This time, I sniffed them and had them back in my pocket before Shawn felt my arousal and looked my way.
Bem leaned his shoulder into my side to get my attention. "He hasn't figured it out yet. He knows you're doing something, but he doesn't know what. You're getting to him. That's great but don't overdo it."
"I'll be careful."
"The magic thing, even I feel it. Keep that up, Big Guy. It feels really good."
I heard that Bem had spoken, but I missed most of what he said. I gathered he'd encouraged me, but I didn't catch the specifics. The reason I missed what he said was Shawn. Shawn had extracted himself from the group and was moving toward me with curiosity on his face and in his emotions. Bem leaned into me once more and whispered, "admit nothing." He shrugged my arm from his shoulders and went to join Mary.
Shawn paused to greet Bem as the two men passed each other, but Bem hurried by without stopping. Shawn was momentarily confused by Bem's avoidance, but he didn't dwell on it. Shawn stepped confidently up to me and spoke right into my face. His frozen eyes drilled into mine. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied.
"Yes...you...do." Shawn insisted. "You're doing something. My head is all clouded with sex, and I feel you so intensely. It's more than usual. I need you to stop whatever it is."
"I can't stop what I'm not doing." I lied some more.
Shawn appealed to me. "Love, please, this party is for our friends. I want to enjoy it. I want to be present for it. I want to be able to engage everyone without a head full of sex. Please."
I took a page from my brother's book and agreed with Shawn without promising anything. "Don't worry." I said and kissed Shawn on his closed mouth.
Shawn accepted my words and turned to pursue more people to connect with. I waited for him to get several steps away from me before I pressed his underwear to my face again. Shawn felt my lust again and rounded on me. He was mid-stride in my direction when his uncle appeared and captured his attention.
"Nephew!" Ars exclaimed. "So good to see you. My, my, my, my, my you look simply wonderful, simply wonderful, yes indeed. Your husband's nephew, I suppose your nephew as well, by marriage that is, young Andrew I mean, such a talented designer. Oh my, yes, talented and skilled."
Ars voice rattled on with its insistent upper range tenor staccato. Shawn was helpless against it. He tried in vain to get back to me, but his uncle would not release him. Shawn looked my way, his eyes pleaded with me. I decided on a bold move. I decided to change my tactic from teasing Shawn without admitting what I was doing to a direct assault on his control.
I took his briefs from my pocket and held them up, still tightly folded. Shawn cocked his head in confusion as to why I would make a point of displaying a small fold of black cloth to him. I shook the briefs out to unfold them and display their full shape. I made sure Shawn saw them, then I balled them into my palm and held them to my face for a deep inhale.
Shawn's formerly confused expression became one of pure horror as he watched me take a deep hit of his musk. His expression and emotions became even more urgent when my projected lust and arousal slammed into him. He shook his head at me, pleading with his eyes for me to stop what I was doing. To respond, I huffed his briefs again and shoved them back in my pocket. I turned on my heels and plunged into the growing crowd of our guests.