12. Gwenyth

A woman who was not used to having one of her homes invaded was also a woman who had no choice but to sit in the front hall while her girlfriend tried to smooth things over with three sets of irate guests.

What an idiot . She didn’t doubt that Jem planned this whole thing. She liked shaking things up with her friends to see what would happen.

She was not disappointed with this weekend’s results.

“Jem, you big pile of…” Ira put a firm, warning hand on Jem’s shoulder. Every guest milled around the front hall, waiting for cars to pick them up. Or, in Ira’s case, waiting to give Jem a piece of her mind before getting in her car and driving off with her girlfriend. “You told us we would have the house to ourselves this weekend. Do you know how hard it is to have a romantic getaway when there are other guests up your ass?”

“What? Really?” The way Jem waggled her eyebrows made Gwenyth lower hers. I love her, but she can be a pain in the ass when she’s like this. Every Christmas she found someone new to play a holiday prank on. Gwenyth was glad her turn for such things was over.

“Don’t suppose y’all were literally up each other’s asses because that could be…”

“You idiot!”

“I’m serious…” Gwenyth turned her head, not surprised to find Kathleen and Eve standing near her, talking quietly – but not enough. Kathleen continued, “I haven’t been able to walk since Friday night. I spent all of yesterday in bed, and my everything is still sore…”

“I don’t wanna hear about your naughty bits,” Eve muttered back. “Think about me. I finally got that hottie in bed, and now she won’t talk to me. Says we had some fun but now she’s going home. Fuck my life. Thought I could at least take her on a proper date…”

“Oh, excuse me regarding your plight, but you’re not God’s gift to every woman.” Kathleen winced as she turned and shuffled toward the coat rack, grabbing a scarf she almost forgot. “And here I thought I hadn’t missed my girlfriend that much.”

“Jem,” Ira hissed, poking her friend in the chest. “After this weekend I feel like I need a pack of ice on my crotch. I don’t know whether to thank you or kill you.”

Gwenyth sighed, turning her attention to Jamie and Natasha standing on the other side of the entrance hall.

“Once again, I’m sorry about walking in on you like that…” Jamie’s face was almost as red as her winter coat, evoking a young and pretty Mrs. Claus. “I had no idea!”

“Don’t know how.” Natasha looked away, her blush taking over her fair complexion. “She went down on me for forty-five minutes, Jamie! I felt like I was dying!”

“To be fair, you sounded like it too.”

That was Monique, walking by with her Domme hot on her heels. Helen snatched their coats off the wall and helped her fiancée put hers on. Monique fluffed out her hair and slithered into her vintage fur coat. Natasha looked at them, horrified.

“You heard me?”

“Everyone heard you, Miss.” Helen tried to smile as she plucked her winter cap off the wall and put it on her head. “You weren’t as loud as Miss Joy was all night… nor were you as passionate as Ms. Allen… but, uh…”

“That’s enough, Helen.” Monique spared both Jamie and Natasha a friendly smirk. “Let’s not shift the blame for all the noise on one person. We were all a bit… excited.”

Gwenyth uncrossed her legs and shook her head. What, did they have an orgy in my house? It wasn’t her house in name, but she had been with Jem for over five years and felt like she could say my house. Especially when it came to unruly guests.

“Let’s be honest,” Helen muttered, as she and Monique moved to the front door. “Miss Joy was the loudest of us all.”

“Shush.” Monique buttoned up Helen’s coat for her. Since she was a good foot shorter than her fiancé, it looked almost comical to watch her stand on her tiptoes and show Helen affection like that. “Some women scream, Helen.”

She opened the door, where their driver waited for them on the other side. The man nodded, entered the front hall, and picked up the heavy bags the couple brought with them.

“Perhaps you should scream more often, my dear. Could be good for us.”

“For us, she says.”

They stepped out, Helen calling for her sister.

“Fuck,” Eve mumbled, quitting her conversation with Kathleen. “Guess that means I’m not getting her number after all. See you later.”

With the Warners gone, that only left Etta and Ira’s parties, both of whom were creating a stink with Jem. Except for Kathleen, who sat next to Gwenyth on the bench and commented on the lovely house.

“Thanks,” Gwenyth said. “I’m sorry about the mix-up. I knew Jem said she was letting people over while we were gone, but I had no idea that it would be all at once.”

“No worries. We found a way to make it work.”

“What? Orgy or swinging? Tell me all about fucking Helen Warner.”

“Excuse me. What makes you think it would be her?”

Gwenyth held up a finger as she began counting off the sets of genitals staying in her house. “Because Monique Grant likes the familiar, so she would only go to bed with Etta Coleman, her ex-girlfriend whom she’s still good buddies with. That means her sweetie Jamie would be fucking your partner Ira while you get Warner’s hot bod. So? How was it? We’ve both seen her half-naked, girl. We also know she knows how to party.”

Kathleen twisted her nose. Gwenyth assumed it had to do with images of sleeping with Domme Helen Warner but, alas, Kathleen spat, “Ira and her ? If she screamed that much from a few thrusts from Coleman, then she would’ve lost her voice getting it the way Ira gave it to me.”

“So I hear. Word on the grapevine is that you were moaning nonstop for half an hour.”

“You really wanna know? I can’t walk.”

“I heard that too. Congratulations.”

Ira, flummoxed with Jem’s half-assed explanation, picked up her suitcase and collected her girlfriend. “Let’s get out of here, Katie. It’s a long drive and I want to get started.” She finally acknowledged their hostess. “Good morning, Gwenyth. Sorry your girlfriend is such an asshole.”

Gwenyth waved a hand at Ira. “You get used to it.”

“Uh-huh. C’mon, Kathleen.”

Huffing, she pushed herself off the bench and followed Ira to the front door. “Don’t order me around like your sub. You’re being a dick, Ira.”

She swung the door open, forgetting to put on her jacket as she stepped out into the frozen air. “All the better to fuck you the way you like, Kathleen.”

“Don’t remind me.”

The door closed again.

“Well, I for one had a pleasant weekend.” All smiles, Etta Coleman shook Jem’s hand and took a coat from Jamie’s. “Don’t know if you know this, but you have fantastic mycological specimens around here.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Jem grinned in return. The woman is a genius until it comes to flora and fauna. The first thing her girlfriend would ask later would be, “What’s mycology?”

Jamie cleared her throat. “Yes, it was…” She hiccupped, clearing her throat again. Her voice was so weak that Gwenyth wondered if she required a lozenge. “Thanks for having us.”

As Etta Coleman and her company departed, Gwenyth stood up from her seat and approached her partner, who smiled like the idiot she was.

“Oh, sounds like everyone had a delightful weekend.” She wrapped an arm around Gwenyth’s shoulders and kissed her cheek. Nice touch. “I’ve been told that there was much merrymaking. Also, our butler is quitting.”

The butler threatened to quit every few months. Even so, Gwenyth made a note to increase his Christmas bonus with or without Jem’s approval. “You’re too much, baby.” She sighed into Jem’s embrace, letting her rock them back and forth. “Those poor people all thought they were going to have a quiet weekend.”

“Who the hell wants quiet? That’s boring. Oh, and…” Jem backed away. “I have it on good authority that the office is a mess.”

“That’s…” Gwenyth slapped her hand against her cheek. “ Jem. ”

“Come on, Gwenny.” She swept her up in a hearty embrace, Jem’s perfume almost too much to bear when they were this close. “I say we resolve for next year. You, me, and us taking back every room in this house for ourselves.” She whispered into Gwenyth’s ear. “Let’s start with the office. Right now.”

She had to be kidding. Yet Gwenyth knew that she wasn’t. Jem never kidded about that.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she purred, escorting Gwenyth into the office. “Hope you like your present.”

Gwenyth had a feeling these antics were more of a present for Jem, but she would play along with it. She always did.

THE END

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