Hog Roast Ch. 03 - Full Service Opera

"Right." Connor nodded, determination to complete his new goal giving him resolve. "Well, I'll go bare until we find a place, at least."

I groaned. I didn't know how we were going to make it like this and not fuck again along the way. Not to mention, I didn't know how I was going to not die of embarrassment.

As we drove, the wind teased my bare breasts. Now sitting up, the wind was stronger and more arousing than it had been when I'd been sucking Connor's dick. Honestly, the warm sun on my bare boobs and the hot wind felt amazing.

I decided to enjoy it. I rested an arm on the window and one in my lap and let my boobs hang free. I was pretty self-conscious about my stomach fat rolls, but I tried really hard not to be. I also tried really hard to resist the urge to slide over to Connor's side and rub my naked chest on him and feel his firm abs and chest. Just looking at him set my libido going again.

Connor kept glancing at me too as he drove, and I heard him mutter, "so hot!" under his breath. Hanging out with him was doing wonders for my confidence.

We passed several cars going the opposite direction, but I was short enough that my naked chest wasn't really visible. My bare shoulders and arms could have just meant I was wearing a strapless top for all they knew.

The gas stations were few and far between on these back country roads. I could have pulled out my phone and found directions to one nearby, but half of me wanted to keep enjoying this unusual freedom and the other half of me was dreading stopping at a gas station where I'd be stationary and on display.

After twenty minutes, Connor finally gave into the urge that must have been growing this entire time, "Pearl, I'm so sorry about your shirt, but may I please play with your boobs?"

I grinned. I loved that he still asked, even after all the messing around that we'd done. And even more, I loved that he liked my body.

"You can play with my boobs whenever you want, Connor." I said, giving him carte blanche.

Not even a second later, one of his large hands was fondling the boob nearest him. He rolled my nipple between his index finger and thumb. I moaned and started playing with my other boob, mirroring his actions.

I was just considering moving my free hand into my crotch when I spotted a gas station. There was a small cluster of buildings: a couple homes, a large garage that seemed to house some kind of business, and a gas station. I really hoped they had t-shirts.

Connor pulled into the station, putting his shirt on as he steered into the lot. He parked right in front of the doors, obviously choosing to save time and have me in sight rather than leaving us in a more secluded spot. Barely putting the vehicle in park, he jumped out and ran into the store.

Thirty seconds later, a big pickup pulled up next to Tessie. I crossed my arms over my chest, but my boobs were so big that all I succeeded in hiding were my nipples. My breasts squished out everywhere around my forearms.

A young guy stepped out of the truck and admired the roadster. Then he saw me and did a double take at my clear upper body nudity.

Grinning, he said, "Nice car, ma'am."

"Thank you, it's my boyfriend's." I said, being sure to mention that there was a man who would avenge me; guys always seemed more wary of each other than of a woman.

The man nodded his head in acknowledgment and went in the store. I couldn't decide if I wanted to be insulted that he'd just complimented Tessie and not me, or relieved. Relieved was the right answer, I supposed.

Two long minutes slowly ticked by while I waited. Truck guy came back out with a six pack of beer and winked at me before getting in his vehicle and pulling out. At least he didn't give me a look of disgust as I sometimes saw thrown my way. I generally assumed that look was meant as an indictment of my extra fat. Most of Connor's fraternity brothers had looked at me that way, at least in the beginning. Connor never had, though.

Finally, three minutes later, Connor burst out of the store holding up a gas station attendant shirt proudly. I took it gratefully and pulled it on over my head.

"They didn't sell shirts," Connor explained, "but I managed to buy an employee uniform shirt off of the manager."

I laughed, "my hero."

Connor beamed with pride, and I leaned over and kissed him. It was not a quick kiss. Tongues were definitely involved.

The rest of the drive was comparatively uneventful. Now that we were heading back, there wasn't anything urgent for me to do with regard to work, so I just relaxed and enjoyed riding in a fabulous classic car with a handsome young man.

It felt odd to not have a bra on, as my nipples rubbed freely on the rough fabric of the brand-new uniform shirt. Strangely arousing as it was, I managed to not start another sexual episode.

"So, when do you want to go to the opera?" I asked after a while, trying to get my mind off of sex.

Connor shrugged, "The tickets are for this Saturday night, but you can change the date if you want."

"Saturday sounds perfect."

"I'll pick you up in Tessie," Connor offered.

"Are you sure? I don't want her to be unsupervised in public."

"Nah, it'll be fine. The opera has valet. And I'll put her top on."

"Do you go to the opera often?" I asked, curious about how he knew about the valet.

"Just a couple times with my mom. She used to take me when I was little because Dad didn't like it. I thought it was boring too, but I didn't have a choice," Connor laughed.

"Does she still take you?"

"She left dad when I was ten and moved to France with some other rich guy. I visited a couple times, but it was pretty clear I cramped her style. So, I quit."

"That's terrible," I said, sorry I'd brought it up.

"It's ok. I'm lucky that I got one good parent, a lot of people don't even have that."

I studied Connor's profile as he drove. He had defied all my expectations of what a rich frat boy should be. He wasn't shallow or entitled or cruel. I felt a twinge of guilt, he should be with a woman his age, exploring normal college dating.

But that was silly. Connor wasn't a child. He was perfectly capable of deciding what he wanted. And for reasons inexplicable, he wanted me.

"So, what does one wear to an opera?" I asked, after letting the silence linger for a while.

"Not my department, ask Livvy."

"What are you going to wear?" I pressed.

"Whatever Livvy says I should."

I sighed.

After Connor dropped me off at my apartment, I made plans with Livvy to go shopping Saturday. She assured me that she would make sure that Connor was dressed appropriately, whatever that meant.

I spent the week engrossed in Ian's automotive customization business plan, sending Connor on various relevant missions and errands. We were too busy to steal more than a quick kiss here and there. Besides, I was still wary of the rest of the company knowing we were dating, and Connor humored me.

Ian was happy with the assessment that I presented to him and agreed with my recommendations. He authorized me to make a deal. I scheduled a meeting with the carpet company executives for the following week. This was going to be the biggest acquisition I'd ever handled, and I was a nervous wreck by the weekend.

"You'll do fine!" Livvy said brightly Saturday morning, as she drove me to some mysterious clothing destination.

"I fucking hope so," I moaned.

"Well, no one will know any better if you don't. It's not like Ian knows what the company's worth, that's why he has you. So, see? Nothing to worry about!"

I laughed, "That's.... actually kind of true," I admitted.

"There we go. Now, no more talk about work. Boys and clothes only for the rest of the day."

"Ok, then tell me how you met Ian?"

"Don't laugh," Livvy started, guaranteeing that I would laugh. "I met Ian in the hospital after one of my boob implants ruptured."

I laughed. It wasn't that it was funny that she had been ill, but the face she made when she said it was hilarious.

"I told you not to laugh!" Livvy burst out laughing too.

"Anyway, he was there because he'd broken his arm while hiking. After I finally got the all-clear to leave I got dressed and practically ran out of there. On the way, I accidentally ran into Ian in the hallway. When he asked what I was in for, I was so embarrassed I claimed I was volunteering to cheer up sick kids. He insisted on going around with me to talk to the kids, and the rest is history. I didn't tell him what I was really doing there until three months later."

"Why have implants if you are embarrassed by them?" I asked.

"Oh, I had a genetic form of breast cancer in my early twenties and had a double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery," Livvy said lightly. "When I picked my implant size, I didn't quite imagine them being so pert, and then I just got used to them."

"Whoa," I said.

"Yeah, Ian was so kind and understanding when I finally came clean. He's really great, you know? I never imagined I'd fall in love with an older guy, but he's really the best."

Livvy's tone got all sappy when she spoke of Ian, and I grinned. There's something about people in love that just makes the heart happy.

"Connor likes you, you know. Says you're better than the last two."

Livvy smiled, "That's a pretty low bar, sadly. Ian is too trusting and quick to fall in love. Do you know he asked me to marry him after just two months?"

"That's quick." I commented.

"It was odd, at first, since I'm younger than some of his kids, but they are all just as kind as he is. They warmed up to me after a couple years," Livvy smiled. "I never quite fit in with the other wives in his social network though, they all disapprove of young second, or sixth, wives with big fake boobs."

"Their loss." I said.

I refrained from commenting on the six marriages bombshell. That was five too many in my opinion. But maybe there had been a good reason for it. Livvy made it seem like Ian had been taken advantage of several times, and that could explain the animosity towards his current wife.

Livvy flashed a bright smile at me, "Here we are," she said as she parked in front of an upscale looking boutique.

Three hours later we left with the most expensive piece of clothing I'd ever owned. I'd tried to convince Livvy that we could buy something nearly the same at the thrift store and save a ton of money, but she refused to drive me anywhere else until I tried on at least ten dresses. Then, she bought the one I liked best while I was putting my own clothes back on. Sneaky girl.

I got ready at Livvy's house, at her insistence. She was way better at make-up than me, so I let her be in charge of that. She seemed to really enjoy working on my face too. She put on light foundation, pink lipstick and did something to my eyes that made them look bigger and really emphasized their color.

The dress we'd picked was a shimmering blue that matched my eyes. It had a sweetheart neckline and three-quarter sleeves that left my shoulders bare, reminding me wickedly of my road trip with Connor. The skirt was loose and flowing gauze over a satin slip.

Livvy arranged my hair in a relaxed bun with curling strands that hung down artfully. She dug through her jewelry box and found a simple silver necklace with a pearl pendant and matching earrings. I put them on while she studied me.

She made a couple adjustments to my hair, then nodded in satisfaction. I looked at myself in her full-length mirror and gasped. I looked prettier than I'd ever thought possible.

"You're a genius!" I cried and hugged Livvy.

She smiled proudly, "it's easy when you're working with good material."

I flushed at the compliment.

"Wait here, I have to go check on Connor."

I sat on one of the comfy chairs that Livvy had in her own private walk-in closet. I felt a little like Cinderella, getting primped for the ball, thrust into a totally different way of life. I tried not to think about work but worry niggled at me.

To distract myself, I googled the Opera we we're going to see and read about it. That kept me thoroughly entertained until Livvy came back. It was quite a dramatic story.

"Ok, wait five minutes, then come down." Livvy told me, grinning.

"Are you recreating one of those dress reveal scenes where the girl walks down the stairs while everyone stares at her?" I asked suspiciously.

"Totally," she confirmed without shame.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine."

Five minutes later, I headed down the hallway towards the main foyer stairs. They had one of those super fancy entry areas with a really high ceiling and grand curving stairs. I looked down and saw Connor, his dad, and Livvy looking up at me. All three were grinning, and I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face too.

I was in a house full of romantics, and they were infecting me with their madness. My heart felt full and grateful that these people had accepted me into their lives.

Connor looked so grown up, in a black tuxedo that fit him perfectly. When I got closer, I could see that he wore a blue bow tie and handkerchief that matched my dress perfectly. I glanced at Livvy, she must have bought those accessories for him at the dress store and kept them hidden. Sneaky, sneaky.

Connor's gaze swept over me, from head to feet and back up again, lingering just a little on my cleavage. When he met my eyes, I smiled widely and nodded at him. The stairs seemed to last forever, and it was tough to not just skip down them. But in my heels and long dress I thought I'd trip and kill myself if I did that, which would be a real disappointment.

When I finally made it all the way down, I hugged Connor and kissed him lightly, not wanting to muss my lipstick with a deep or lingering kiss.

"You look gorgeous," Connor said.

"You look scrumptious," I replied, then blushed and glanced at Connor's dad, just now remembering that he was there.

"Let me see both of you together!" Livvy cajoled, just like a proud mother seeing her son off to prom.

I put my arm around Connor's waist, and he wrapped his around my shoulders. We smiled at Livvy as she took a ton of photos. Glancing at Ian, I saw he was watching Livvy with affection.

After taking a couple dozen photos, Livvy finally let us leave. Connor had pulled Tessie around to the front door already. She looked just as elegant with her top on as off, I noted with appreciation.

Connor and I held hands, as much as we could when he didn't need his hand to drive, as we made our way to the opera house. He pulled into the valet and managed to get out and all the way around to my door before the valet or I could open it. He held his hand out for me to take as I got out.

Stepping out of this old car, wearing these fancy clothes, and going to an opera, I felt like I'd stepped into a fairy tale. Connor barely looked away from me long enough to deposit his keys in the hand of the waiting valet and take his ticket.

I glanced back as Connor led me into the theater and was amused to see two of the valet drivers hop into Tessie. Both of them were examining the roadster with admiration.

The theatre was beautiful, and I couldn't help but gawk as Connor led us through several check points to our private box. Our seats were positioned in a little balcony to one side of the stage and a heavy curtain was pulled closed behind us. The balustrade was solid, and I could just see most of the stage over the top of it. If there was going much action near the front of the stage, I would have to scoot forward in my seat to see it. The joys of being short.

There was a low table positioned on each side of the double wide love seat that was placed here instead of the separated theater seats used below. Connor poked his head out of the curtain and ordered us some wine from the usher there. I was pretty sure that the people in general admission couldn't do that.

Our wine arrived just as the house lights were turned down. I cuddled into Connor's side excitedly and watched as the actors filled the stage with their voices. All the singing was in Italian, but I could follow the story because I'd read about it beforehand.

Connor clearly had not. Helpfully, I narrated the plot for him.

"Look, that guy is the one who is going to make all the trouble for Tosca. He's just escaped prison and he begs Tosca's lover to hide him. But then he just kills himself, later. Why endanger all those people if he was just going to kill himself?" I whispered.

"Mhm," Connor acknowledged as his arm wandered over my breast and plunged under my dress to play with my nipple. I bit my lip but didn't push him away, we hadn't even made out since Monday, and I was horny. Besides the way he looked in his tux was hot enough to arouse the dead.

I leaned into him and squirmed a bit as he worked on my nipple. Below, a new actor entered the stage with a huge group accompanying him.

"See how the Lord guy is working to make Tosca suspicious that her lover is cheating? He wants her for himself. Not forever, mind you, just for a night. He's a total asshole."

Connor kissed my ear gently, "I want you all to myself, and not just for a night," he said softly.

I moaned quietly. It felt so surreal to be so dressed up and fancy and still be behaving so lewdly in this place. My pussy tingled and moistened as I reveled in the wrongness of what Connor was doing to me, here.

The house lights came on, signaling intermission. I looked into Connor's eyes, right next to mine.

"Tease," I accused with a smile.

"You think?" He asked, amused.

Connor extracted his arm and went to order another glass of wine for me and a Sprite for himself. He was driving Tessie, and I appreciated that he was keeping sober, even as he was working on making me tipsy. I drank my wine a bit more quickly this time and was feeling nicely buzzed when the next act started.

"Look, now the Lord has the lover and is torturing him to convince Tosca to sleep with him! Oh! He's taking off her clothes!" I gasped as I continued my narration, surprised at this risqué scene in an opera.

Connor glanced disinterestedly at the stage, then slipped off the couch and knelt in front of me.

"What are you doing down there?" I whispered just in time to see his head disappear under my skirt.

A moment later, he pulled at my panties, and I couldn't help but lift up my butt so he could take them off. He pushed my knees open, and I stifled a gasp as I felt his tongue on my pussy.

I watched, fascinated, as the opera singer playing Tosca was stripped nearly naked on stage, down to a translucent dress that clearly showed the shape of her body under the bright stage lights. The Lord forced a kiss on Tosca, and Connor sucked my clit.

I had not imagined the opera going quite like this. After Tosca murdered the Lord, I closed my eyes and just listened to the beautiful music as Connor continued to lick me. I didn't need to see the tragic end of the opera where Tosca and her lover died.

Instead, as the final aria filled the opera house, my clit pulsed with orgasm and my cum leaked onto Connor's tongue. I moaned as quietly as possible; my notes of pleasure easily lost in Tosca's notes of pain.

Connor popped out from under my skirt and resettled himself next to me just in time to stand with me in applause. The houselights lifted and I turned to Connor and kissed him deeply, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.

"Best opera ever," Connor said, licking his lips.

I blushed, "yeah," I agreed.

We waited for a little while before heading out to the car, letting the crowd clear out. As we walked through the lobby a woman stepped into our path. She appeared to be in her early forties and was wearing an elegant black dress.

She looked a bit familiar. It took a moment and then I recognized her as the woman that Livvy had been bidding against for Connor at the Stag Auction last weekend.