Sharon's Seder (completed 04/18)

[steam train]

Wonderfully different plot. You have written some very good emotions into the two chapters so far and the tensions created for different reasons by David and Nathan are a good bonus

[jeremiahN]

As the meal continued, Sharon started to feel a flush from the wine she had drunk. She looked over at David next to her, and thought he might also be experiencing a similar feeling. He noticed her turn her head, and he smiled back at her.

Everyone was packed together at the table, and she felt his hand brush against her bare thigh. Had he meant to do it or was it an accident? Either way, she started feeling warmer than even the alcohol had made her feel. She looked down and saw his hand resting on his own leg, just centimeters from her own, tapping gently.

She still couldn’t tell if he was just relaxing and enjoying himself or if he was trying to subtly get closer to her leg. Either way, she knew that she wanted to feel his fingers again. She shifted in her chair as if to get more comfortable, but spread her legs slightly at the same time. It didn’t take much movement, but his hand was now pressed between his leg and hers. Jolts of electricity flowed through her body as it reacted to the feeling of his knuckles. He tried to pull his hand away, but she kept her thigh pressed against his. He looked over at her, anxiously, but she smiled back, and he relaxed.

Permission given, she felt his fingers start to slowly creep up until he was pressing his fingertips against her instead of the back of his hand. She was careful not to move at all, worried that it might frighten him away. She wiped her mouth with her napkin, then draped it over her lap and his hand. She pressed down gently, and he got the idea, letting his whole hand grasp her thigh. She felt a slight squeeze and her body responded. His pinky and ring finger spread up her leg as he became more courageous.

“Okay, who’s ready for dessert?” The exclamation from David’s mother startled Sharon, and obviously the young boy as well, as he quickly returned his hand to his own lap. She felt the aching loss of his touch. She put her own hand where his had been, but it wasn’t the same.

The desserts were delicious, but Sharon couldn’t help but be distracted by his proximity. She wanted to feel his hand move higher up. She placed her left hand in her lap under the napkin and gently rubbed, imagining it was his hand. Her right hand continued to fork the sweet bites into her mouth. Pressing in slightly, her finger slipped between her lower lips. She bit down on the fork as she found the small bump that felt so good. She knew that if she was caught, she’d never live it down, but it felt like her body was no longer under her control. She tried to focus on the food in front of her while down below her leg muscles kept tightening and releasing and her hand explored her crevice.

Her fork dropped to the plate and she quickly bit down on a small moan as her body became rigid and a small orgasm coursed through her. Hannah across the table was looking at her worriedly while the males on either side of her turned their attention to her at the noise.

“Are you alright?” David asked her, concerned.

She nodded, her face turning bright red. “Yeah…just had a little stomach cramp.”

The little white lie seemed to assuage everyone, and they went back to their plates. Sharon finished her own dessert while trying to regain her composure.

Mr. Rosenberg tapped his glass with his fork. “And now, it’s time for the children to seek the afikomen. The afikomen is the last thing we eat, and then we can finish the service. Traditionally, the one who finds it gets a small prize, but we like to give something to everyone that searches for it. Although the winner will get a bigger prize too”

The afikomen. David had told her she could win something to wear. She got up as quickly as the other girls and immediately started searching. Shoshana and Rachel were tearing the couches apart, looking under the cushions. Hannah was searching behind the drapes and on all of the window sills. Sharon took the bookshelves. She started at the top, scanning for any sign of the hard flat bread. Shelf after shelf she went down towards the bottom. Finally, on the very bottom row, she saw something sticking out. She leaned over, using the shelf for balance, grabbed the prize, then rushed back to the head of the table.

Everyone cheered as she handed the seasonal hard tack to the host. The other girls came back over, and Mr. Rosenberg picked up a bag beside his feet. “For each of you, I have five golden dollars. And for the winner,” he handed the bag to Sharon, “something fancy to wear.”

Shoshana sounded disappointed that she hadn’t won the special prize, but Sharon was elated. “Can I put it on now?”

Hannah’s father smiled. “I think everyone would enjoy seeing you model it.”

She placed the bag down and reached inside, feeling something cold and metallic. She pulled it out to look at it. She was holding a long brass chain with other chains dangling from it which made a melodic chiming sound as they contacted each other. She set them down and reached into the bag again. This time she pulled out more chains, but shaped more like the top of a shirt with a hole for her neck. She reached in again, but the bag was empty.

“So, the piece you’re holding goes over your head and sets on your shoulders. The other is a belt for your waist. Do you want help getting it over your head?”

Sharon looked at the piece in her hand. She felt a tear moisten her eye. This wasn’t clothing. She nodded slightly. She didn’t think she’d be able to get it on properly.

Mr. Rosenberg took the top from her hands gently, then placed it over her head. He adjusted the fit slightly, then stepped back to a murmur of approval. Sharon looked around the table and everyone was smiling at her. Even her parents were nodding and looking happy. She looked down. Not only wasn’t it covering anything, it actually seemed to make it worse. The chains hung down in a triangle between her breasts, drawing attention to the firm mounds on either side of it.

She felt hands around her waist, and realized that her friend’s dad was trying to clasp the belt around her. His warm hands against her bare skin made her start to tingle again. The chains draped down two sides of the waistband, leaving the area between bare. Mr. Rosenberg kept twisting it to try to line it up properly.

“I’m not sure,” he said to the people at the table, “do you think it looks better with it dangling in front and back or on the sides?” He demonstrated both options. There was a bit of discussion, but the general consensus, loudest from Nathan, was that it should dangle down her sides as decoration.

“So she can sit comfortably,” he argued, although Sharon was sure his preference was because of what it left exposed. Mr. Rosenberg made some final adjustments so it could sit comfortably on her young hips, then gave her bottom a small swat, sending her back to her place at the table.

“It’s time for the third glass of wine to be poured,” he announced. Sharon had just pulled out her chair and noticed a wet spot in the shape of her inner thighs on the seat. She blushed, remembering the cause, but hurried over to help do her wine host duties. This time, everyone stopped her for a moment longer to admire her new outfit. David, especially, seemed enamored, although he declined the proffered wine, deciding to have juice instead. Her history teacher also took his time looking over the decorations.

“This would have looked really good with the pharaoh costume,” he announced loudly, and the rest of the table agreed. Rachel giggled, and set down the juice bottle on Sharon’s empty seat. She rushed off, and a moment later, Sharon felt her put the pharaoh’s headpiece back on her head. Everyone cheered and laughed, while Sharon blushed brighter.

Sharon filled the rest of the glasses as quickly as she could, then returned to her seat. She picked up her napkin off the table, hoping to brush off her seat inconspicuously before sitting. When she looked down, however, she realized it was now dry. She sighed in relief and sat while the after dinner service officially started. Hopefully they were almost to the end.

While she looked for the correct page in the haggadah, David leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I think you might have spilled something on your seat earlier. I cleaned it up for you so you wouldn’t have to sit on something wet.” He showed her where his napkin was now damp, and she felt her skin heat up with embarrassment once again.

She mumbled her thanks, then focused all of her attention on the book in front of her. She turned pages and sat quietly, wondering if she could just sink into the ground. She drank her third glass of juice when she was told to.

“And now, we invite Elijah into our house.” Mr. Rosenberg’s announcement was followed by the small commotion that always seemed to come when the other naked girls at the table got up from their seats. The small commotion that Sharon had come to realize meant that she was about to be exposed again. At least it couldn’t really get any worse at this point.

She pushed her seat back and stood. The other girls had left the dining room, and she followed after them.

“Dad, should Nathan and I go too?”

Mr. Rosenberg thought for a second before responding to his son. “That’s up to you two, but if you want to, I don’t see a reason why you shouldn’t.”

David smiled. “Come on Nathan,” he called across the table as he got up too.

Nathan seemed as confused as Sharon felt, but he also got up.

David explained while they headed out of the room. “Elijah the prophet is supposed to come signal when the messiah has arrived. On Passover, we pour a glass of wine for him and the adults say some prayers and sing while the kids go to the door and invite him to come into the house. It’s one of my favorite parts, so I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to do it anymore.”

Sharon noticed that the front door was open. She kept moving, herded along by the two boys behind her. The draft from outside brushed against her body, and she felt the cold air make her nipples harden. The girls weren’t in the entryway. Surely, they weren’t…

She continued out the front door with the boys right behind her. Hannah grasped her hand, and smiled at her. They were standing on the front porch, within sight of the street. “How long do we have to be out here?” She whispered nervously to her friend.

“Until they call us back in. Don’t worry, it’s only a few minutes.”

A few minutes? She wanted to hide behind the other girls, but David and Nathan were too close behind her. It wasn’t a really busy street, but it wasn’t usually deserted either. At least people driving by would probably be focused on the road and not looking for random naked girls at houses.

“Hi Mr. Beech!” Hannah waved at an elderly man who was walking his dog down the sidewalk. He looked over, startled. Then he did a double take.

“Oh, Hi Hannah. I hope you and your friends are doing well tonight.”

“Yes, sir. It’s Passover and we’re waiting for Elijah to show up.”

“That sounds lovely. Elijah is a lucky guy. And that’s a lovely outfit, young lady.”

She was still wearing the pharaoh costume. Sharon closed her eyes. Maybe this would all go away when she opened them. She felt a hand brushing against her naked ass, followed by a quick squeeze. She looked over her shoulder and glared at Nathan. He wasn’t looking at her, but she felt the hand quickly drop away.

“Okay, you can come back now.” The announcement came through the doorway.

Sharon turned around quickly and rushed past the two boys, dressed in their suits. She returned to her seat just as the others entered the dining room. Shoshana climbed up onto Mr. Rosenberg’s lap and leaned over the table.

“He drank the wine!” She exclaimed to everyone before hopping back down and returning to her own chair.

“Oh good,” Mr. Rosenberg responded, a little rattled by the bare bottom that had been thrust into his face moments before.

“Elijah is supposed to drink the wine from his cup. Really, I think it’s Dad that drinks it while we’re out of the room, but we don’t say anything. Sort of like our Santa Claus I guess.” David quietly explained what had just happened. Then he blushed. “Also, sorry about the squeeze. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“And now the fourth and final cup of wine.” The announcement kept Sharon from having to respond to this news. She got up and poured the wine for the last time, then collapsed back into her seat. She opened the book again, and quietly sat while the final portions of the evening proceeded.

When everything was finished, and the last song was sung, everyone headed off to the other rooms to mingle. It felt like everyone wanted to congratulate Sharon on how well she had done. She wanted to talk to David, but he was being dragged into his own conversations.

Eventually, Mr. Roberts put his hand on her shoulder. “It’s getting late, sweetheart. We need to get going home.”

Sharon rubbed her eye, tiredly. “Okay Dad.” She started walking towards the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my clothes.”

“Oh,” her father shook his head, “don’t worry about that. Your mom grabbed them.”

“Oh ok. Where is she?” Sharon looked around.

“She’s out at the car. And probably getting cold waiting for us. So, say goodbye to the hosts quickly, so she’s not waiting out there too long.”

Sharon felt the surge of embarrassment flow through her again. She was going to have to go outside naked again. And this time all the way to the street. She went through the motions of saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Rosenberg, then got a giant hug from Hannah. She was about to leave, hoping to rush to the car quickly, when David stopped her and gave her a hug of his own.

“I had a lot of fun today. I hope that I’ll get to…see you…again soon.” He let his eyes travel over her body.

She blushed, once more. “I’d like that too.” Then realizing what she had just admitted to, she turned and rushed out the door.

Her father followed her out, and they walked together to the car.

“It seems like everyone had a good time,” he remarked while using the key fob to unlock the door to their car.

Sharon nodded and got into the back seat. She sat quietly in the back seat, thinking, as they drove home. As they pulled into the driveway, she spoke up. “Can we have David and Hannah over for Easter next week? I think they’d have fun with our holiday too.”

[Freesub]

A nice ending! A potential easter follow up where david gets to do some more touching seems interesting!

[Somebody]

Adorable! I loved it.
Though there is a sad part of me that was genuinely like "You skipped over dessert! I wanted descriptions of all the glistening halva and chocolate mousse other non-leavened and probably flourless goodness, if they're being very strict."

[MaireadM]

A great story very well told.

I hope there is a follow up Easter story with a pretty Easter dress.

[steam train]

A very sweet and well written story with the the possibility of Easter to come. Nathan unfortunately got all the rewards and suffered no consequences… but that’s life

[jeremiahN]

Thanks to everyone. I’m not planning on a follow-up story currently. Too many other stories in my mind. This one just jumped to the front. If anyone else wants to try to develop a follow-up, they’re welcome to do so.

[jeremiahN]

Adorable! I loved it.
Though there is a sad part of me that was genuinely like "You skipped over dessert! I wanted descriptions of all the glistening halva and chocolate mousse other non-leavened and probably flourless goodness, if they're being very strict."

I don’t know how good my food porn writing would be. I always feel like I’m going to bore people if I’m too pedantic.

But yes, you had the correct desserts in your thoughts