The Spring Prom-cum-Graduation Dance was coming up mid-June. Proms were just becoming popular in Canada at that time and had yet to attain the 'coming of age' significance it held in the States. The big formal dance on our school schedule in those days was 'Commencement', held in the fall. It was the dance after the formal ceremony to mark the beginning of a new school year (hence the name), and to recognize the previous year's graduates and achievers. Still, for my wives and me, it was the perfect opportunity to let the school community know about us, not necessarily our marital status, but at least to show we were a three-part item. We had decided weeks before to attend, and to show how important they considered it, they made me formally ask them to be my dates for the Prom. Actually, they decided they would like to attend when it first appeared on the school calendar which I hardly ever read, and through my mother let it be known they would give serious consideration to a request from me to be my dates.
Like all teenage girls attending their first formal, Carol and Riekie were deeply excited and went completely bonkers with their preparations. Val, an accomplished seamstress even at her age, thanks to 4-H Club and Home Ec. in Grade 9, made their gowns from patterns and material they chose. I was not allowed to see anything before the big night. My preparations consisted of renting a tux and buying two corsages. I was advised by the seamstress to get wrist corsages but when I asked her what colour to get, she demurred and asked if I would trust her to order them for me. I knew normally the girl would let her date know the colour of her dress so he could get something appropriate, but this was such a deep dark secret, no one would tell me even that. I had no choice, and let Val and Mom order the flowers.
Prom night arrived, and I was almost as nervous as my first date with Carol. With all the secret preparations of dresses and corsages, the suspense and significance of 'coming out' had me wound up like a nine day clock. It was our first real social outing as a threesome outside our families, and coincidentally, was my first real date with Riekie, even though we'd been married for ten months.
I must digress here and explain something. Using an ancient rite Carol and I were first married, literally 'tying the knot' on my birthday the previous year. We married Riekie two nights later, using the same rite. My mother retied that knot Christmas Eve past and gave us the blessing of the Goddess when I gave the girls their rings. From that first tentative step in August, to this point, our relationship grew and matured to the point where we truly considered ourselves married regardless of State or Church sanction. That we had the unqualified support and encouragement of my family and their mother's family just reinforced that perception.
Anyway, back to Prom night.
Exams were over and school was out, I spent a good part of the day vacuuming, washing and polishing the family sedan which was to be my chariot for the evening. Late in the afternoon I picked up M'ladies' corsages. They were in opaque boxes so I couldn't see the contents, just the name of each girl printed on the outside. Val took them from me when I got home, and secretly inspected them to ensure the florist didn't mix them up. She wouldn't let me have them again until I left to get the girls, for fear I'd peek.
While I made my preparations, my wives whiled away their day bathing and primping, spending hours in the beauty salon getting the full treatment on their hair, nails, and makeup. I think it cost Bob Sr. a small fortune. Dolly physically paid, but he picked up the tab.
It was supposed to be one of the girls' weekends at the farm, but they decided for the Prom, I must pick them up at their own home. That wasn't a big deal as I usually picked them up on Friday's anyway if there was no school bus. The special deal this time was the dance, and we wouldn't get home until quite late. They would come out to the farm for the balance of the weekend after the dance.
I got dressed in my rental tux, was pronounced by the family as cleaning up not too bad and fit for polite society and drove to my dates' house. Mom, Dad and my sisters crammed into the old truck and followed so they could see the girls in their glory and take some pictures. Normally, after all this time, I would have just walked into their house, but tonight, I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door. Dolly answered and invited me in; the girls weren't quite ready yet, and would I please have a seat to wait. Bob Sr. was away traveling again, and never saw his beautiful daughters on their big night. Dolly then invited my family in to watch.
The girls made me wait just long enough to increase the suspense, making me even more nervous. Dolly watched at the foot of the stairs for their signal they were ready. When they appeared at the top, she beckoned me over so they could make their grand entrance.
It was a snug fit in the stairway, but the girls descended the stairs together. They both had a finely tuned sense of drama, and used it to its fullest effect.
To my eyes, at least, they were always the two most beautiful girls in the world. Tonight, there could be no doubt and the rest of the world would see what I saw. I felt a lump rise in my throat and caught my breath, daring not to breathe or blink for fear I lost this vision! Surely I couldn't be so fortunate as to be married not just to one, but both of the stunning creatures that floated down those stairs! I thought they must certainly have been from another world entirely where only beauty reined. My wives were absolutely breathtaking! I heard appreciative gasps from behind me and even Bob gave a low whistle. A camera flashed, capturing just a portion of this poetry in motion.
Val had performed magic on their gowns, revealing her own considerable talents. Almost identical in style, yet subtly different in detail to best highlight the small differences in their bodies their gowns looked like something from an haute-couture designer. Perfectly fitted, figure flattering, clinging in all the right places, they revealed without revealing, slinky but not tawdry. The material had a satiny shimmer. Carol's was a beautiful shade of mauve I think is called periwinkle. Riekie's was an equally lovely shade of butter yellow. The colours accented and set off their hair and beautiful blue eyes. Those gowns should have sold for thousands of dollars.
The bodices, descending off the shoulder were deeply vee'd, revealing teasing curves of rounded flesh hinting at the succulent teenage breasts within. The skirt portion draped from an empire waist, clinging sensuously to their deliciously rounded hips and draped full length, revealing shapely thigh through the material as they moved and it clung to the bare flesh beneath. The hems nearly touched the floor, just enough above to prevent tripping as they moved in matching three-quarter heeled slippers. Each carried a matching wrap draped over an arm.
These stunning creatures at last stood before me and slowly pirouetted to display their gowns in their entirety. The backs were cut very low, almost to the cleft of their firm, rounded buttocks, revealing their flawless skin and the dimples just above those sweet cheeks. The skirt draped over and around those lovely asses, clinging and subtly revealing their cracks.
The question in every guy's mind, and probably that of many girls tonight would be, "Are they or are they not?" I knew the answer without asking or looking: They weren't, because they never did, and hadn't since last summer. These stunning creatures were totally nude under their beautiful gowns! No panties, and there was no way they could wear a bra with those low-cut backs and deeply vee'd bodices. Neither girl needed the support. Val had cunningly lined the critical areas with a slightly heavier material and shaped it so they teasingly revealed without falling out.
Stunned by the gowns, it took me some time to recover and take in the rest of the package. Each wife wore four pieces of jewelry — the moonstone embellished heart lockets I gave them for Christmas, the matching bracelets they got for their birthdays, their wedding rings and a small tiara in their hair.
Their hair stylist must have spent hours working to achieve the delightful effects I saw. Carol's normally short hair was styled softly in such a way as to frame her lovely face perfectly. The pretty brown shade seemed to glow and the deep red highlights shimmered. Riekie's soft blonde curls glowed as they fell to her shoulders, highlighting her eyes even more. Each had just a touch of glitter to add some sparkle.
Their make up was incredibly subtle, so well done it looked like none at all, highlighting those gorgeous blue eyes. Their full, sensuous lips were subtly, kissably enhanced with some magical lip gloss. Completing the picture, their manicured nails were coloured to match their gowns.
As I stared, I'm sure open-mouthed, at these magnificent wonders, my mind tried to conjure up something poetic to say, but speechless was I. I thought of Romeo's speech to Juliet, but couldn't remember the words, unusual for me. Any other time, I could have rattled off the whole soliloquy without batting an eye. Recovering my equilibrium somewhat, I managed to breathe out a very un-poetic but heartfelt. "Beautiful! Fucking Beautiful!" The girls knew what I meant and together curtsied prettily in acceptance of the crude compliment, but I shocked everyone else I think.
I heard a snicker behind me. The sound finally brought me to my senses and I presented the ladies their corsages, fastening them to their wrists clumsily, my hands shaking nervously. Again, Val had outdone herself, ordering the perfect floral accessories — orchids which perfectly matched the colour of their gowns. Together, my wives pinned a small red rose to my lapel. Cameras clicked and flashed through the whole process. My folks and Dolly all made us pose for photographs at the foot of the stairs: me in the centre with a wife on each arm; me with each of them separately; the two of them; and each of us singly.
As they took their pictures, I finally regained most of my composure and was able to compliment them properly without course language. Giggling happily they opined that I cleaned up pretty good myself and allowed as it might not be too embarrassing to be seen in public with me. I rejoined that I thought I might have to hire a body guard to keep the guys away because they looked almost too good to be seen in public.
The familial paparazzi wanted some outside pictures before they'd let us leave. I helped the ladies with their wraps and we moved to the front lawn for more photographs. They posed us in front of a pretty flowering bush and snapped a few dozen more pictures. As they finished, a limo pulled into the driveway behind the wagon. Dad informed me there was no way I was taking these Princesses to the ball in a Chevy pumpkin! He splurged and hired the limo for us. This earned him some appreciative hugs, 'specially from the young starlets on my arm. More pictures were snapped as the three of us posed by the limo.
A liveried driver stepped out and handed the three of us into the back seat. It was only two blocks to the school, but he toured the whole downtown before delivering us to the doors. I can't remember what the theme of the Prom was that year -- I'd have to look it up in the year book. I remember the next year, 1967, though. That was Canada's Centennial and the Prom theme reflected it. I didn't go to the Prom that year or any after that. What I do remember of the 1966 Prom was a red carpet and doormen.
The limo pulled smoothly to a stop, the driver came round and handed us out onto the red carpet. The ladies got out first for the fullest effect, then me. As he handed me out of the vehicle, the driver handed me a card and told me when we were ready to leave, call the number on it and he'd be there in three minutes. I thanked him and joined my wives.
Carol and Riekie each took an arm, Riekie to the left, Carol to the right. Arm-in-arm we passed up the red carpet and through the doors held open by two doormen who I noticed stared in awe and frank admiration of my wives. Once again, I was strolling along arm-in-arm with the two most beautiful and desirable women in the world. I didn't think I was the king of the world anymore -- I WAS the king of the world.
We entered the gym where the dance was being held, the soft lighting and theme decorations cleverly disguising that fact. Carol and Riekie were an immediate sensation! I'm not bragging — they were very easily the best dressed girls in the place. All the girls wore pretty dresses. Some wore gowns, but none even compared to what My Girls wore. The others looked positively dowdy in comparison. I heard several low whistles from the guys. The girls all turned their heads and stared. Some showed open hostility as only upstaged females can. The rest just stared openly. Carol and Riekie dressed down so much for classes, to see them so tricked out, hardly any one, including their own classmates recognized them. Very few knew there was a connection between either of the 'plain' Scott girls and myself, either, so even though I was well-known and easily recognized even in my tux, hardly anyone knew them for who they were.
We found an open table. I did the gentlemanly thing and held the girls' chairs for them to take their seats, placing one on either side of me. Once we were all nice and comfy, I went to get us each a glass of punch. When I returned from the punch bowl, there were two young studs hovering around my ladies, very obviously hitting on them.
Proms are usually thought of as dances attended only by couples, but there is always a considerable stag component of opportunists waiting to swoop in on unattended females. These yoyo's fancy themselves real lady's men and believe it beneath their dignity to actually bring their own dates, preferring to steal someone else's, either by charming them while they are unattended or starting a confrontation where they get the 'spoils' of victory. There are an amazing number of females who actually play this game with them, accepting a prom date as their ticket in the door and then ditching him under some pretext for one of these lothario's.
Rather than act out the usual teen aggressiveness to drive these interlopers off, I set the glasses down and before I took my seat, kissed each girl very passionately, each kiss being returned in kind, and asked.
"My Darlings, did you miss me?"
As if they had rehearsed it, they both giggled and said in perfect unison.
"Oh, yes David! Now we have a REAL man to entertain us."
All three of us, thinking the same thought, then casually, but very deliberately, held hands on the table with our left hands, making our rings very obvious. The two lothario's stood mouths agape, trying to figure out just exactly what had happened. One finally closed his mouth enough to ask in wonderment.
"Both of them?"
All three of us simply nodded. The boys wandered off in a daze to search for new prey.
A classmate of Carol's and a casual friend of mine pulled up a chair and joined us while his date went to the ladies' room.
"So, Dave, ya gonna introduce me to the two most beautiful ladies here?"
Before I could reply, he directed his conversation to My Girls.
"I thought there was some damn fine looking ladies here tonight, my own date Judy included, but they all looked like frumps the minute you two walked in. And those gowns! They must cost a fortune! Every other girl here is bright green with envy! In most cases, it's the dress that makes the girl. You girls make the dresses!"
He obviously didn't recognize Carol, who he saw every day. Carol hid her smile by taking a sip of punch. Riekie took the lead, fearing he'd recognize Carol's voice before I made the proper introductions. She batted her eyes prettily, and dropped into her Southern Belle persona.
'Why thankee, kind sir! We all're just two pore country gals from the same town as y'all. We can't afford expensive dresses any more than the other ladies can. Our younger sister Val made them for us."
"Jim, before you get too carried away or Judy hears you and jealously takes your head off at the waist let me introduce these lovely ladies as you asked. These are my fiancées, Carol Anne Scott and her sister Hendrieka Scott." I had to bite my tongue not to add the 'Lloyd' to their names.
"Scott? Carol Scott from my class? Naw! It can't be! I see her every day! She's sorta cute, got nice legs, but nothing like this!"
Carol had enough.
"Jim Brown! It is so me! I just don't advertise like these other bimbos! Thanks for the 'nice legs', I think."
Jim did a double take and looked closer as recognition dawned.
"Carol? Riekie?? Riekie the brainer?"
Now the girls giggled openly and they both nodded.
"Boy! You girls clean up REAL good!"
Another light went on as Jim remembered my introduction.
"Did you say fiancées? You can't have more than one! Which one are you gonna marry? And ain't you kinda young to be engaged?"
"Yes, I said fiancées for lack of a better word at the moment. Carol turned 17 in March. I'll be 17 in August. Riekie turned 18 in May. Legally, with our parents' consent, we could get married now, but we're waiting until we're finished college unless we accidentally make babies first."
"But... but both?"
"Yup! Get used to it!"
Just then his girl friend Judy returned from the ladies' room. After quick introductions which she didn't seem to pay attention to and a frosty smile for the girls she dragged Jim away. She had him by the arm, but if you closed your eyes, it could have as easily been his ear, the way she propelled him out of the clutches of those, those women!
We had several like encounters with people who knew me and should have known at least one of the girls. Only a few of the girls we met were as cold as Judy. Most, once they recognized the girls, were as friendly as could be, and were fascinated with the gowns. When they heard they were homemade and by one of our own Grade 9's, they became even more interested, especially when they learned the cost for these beautiful homemade custom creations was less than their store bought frumps. If Val had been there, she could have started her own dressmaking business and made a killing.
I was never much of a dancer. Not dating until I met Carol, there wasn't much incentive to learn. The girls, on the other hand, despite never having dated themselves, were accomplished dancers, having had dance lessons in school since Grade 5. I always found it strange that the catholic school taught dance, even to the boys. If you saw good dancers at a school dance, they invariably came from St. Mary's. In high school at that time, the girls were taught dance as part of the phys-ed class. I found that strange because they didn't teach the boys. Who were those girls supposed to dance with?
When I hung out with the kids during the fall, and we spent so much time in the girls' room, they took it upon themselves to teach Bob and me how to dance. We weren't great, but we could get by. As part of the preparation for the Prom, the girls had once again taken it upon themselves to teach dancing. They had me practicing all the time, even in their private time. I improved greatly. Holding one of my wives in my arms at any time for me was a treat. If dancing gave me another excuse, I was all for it. The nude practices were the best, though. All that practice, regardless of state of dress paid off handsomely at the Prom.
I danced with both my ladies several times, and even if I do say so myself, we cut the rug in fine style. Mind you, having the two most attractive and best dressed girls there with almost every eye on you was a serious incentive to look good.
We had a wonderful time, but decided not to stay until the bitter end. We had accomplished what we set out to do: our first major social engagement as a threesome, and let our schoolmates know who we really were. We left the main hall and I called the limo on the pay phone. True to his word, the limo was there within three minutes. The doormen ogled my wives again as they held the doors for us to leave.
We arrived home at the farm in just a few minutes. Mom and Dad were still up and quizzed us for over an hour on all the goings on at the dance: who was there; what the music was like; the other girls' dresses, were there any fights and etc. When we finally got to bed we were exhausted and all three of us fell asleep almost as soon as we hit the pillows. Prom night has become a traditional night for teen sex, especially first time sex it seems, at least if you believe the movies. It wasn't so for us, we were beat, and with our already steady diet, could well afford to skip one night in favour of rest, but the next morning? Well! That's a different story! We had such a delightful time we didn't want to curtail it. The next night, I don't recall whose turn it was, but the wife whose private time it was, got up after an hour and fetched the missing wife to us. We finished our Prom celebration in fine noisy style. Poor Val was lonely in her bed that night.
After the prom, it got quite busy for me. Haying started, and I was in the fields almost every day, cutting raking and baling. I also had to get my kit together for camp and complete my documentation.
July First finally arrived, and my departure to camp with it. The girls and I had a tearful night before. We made love, my wives almost frantic in their lovemaking, their anxiety spilling over into their passion. When we finally settled down to sleep, they both clung to me so tightly I could barely breathe. I don't think they slept much. I know I didn't. When we got up in the morning, their eyes were red and swollen from crying most of the night.
I tried to reassure them that I wasn't all that far away. I'd write every day and call when I could. They already had the address of the camp and my assigned company. I suspected there were already letters waiting for me. Mom and Dad and my sisters drove me to meet the bus, the pick up point being over a half hour drive from home. I sat in the back seat with My Girls, cuddling and reassuring them as they cried and clung to me tightly the entire distance.
When we got to the pick up point, the bus was waiting and I didn't have much time for final goodbyes. I hugged my sisters, telling them I'd write. Dad shook my hand and wished me a safe trip and good summer. Mom hugged me tenderly, suppressing her own tears and wished me a good and safe summer. The girls would hardly let go of me, I almost had to pry them off. Mom and Dad finally each took one of them from me and held them close. As I stepped onto the bus, Carol screamed.
"David! Don't go! Something really bad's going to happen! We're going to lose you!"
She broke down completely then, her whole body wracked with painful sobs. I started to go back to them, but the driver closed the door and started the bus rolling. The last I saw of my wives, they were being held close by Mom and Dad and my sisters.
It wasn't a very auspicious start to my time at camp. I really should have listened.