A Festivity of Feminine Virtue

Josephine had a wonderful day at work. Forever would she now be able to find herself adequate for being the main issue on her workplace. Therefore she would from now on enjoy being able to see herself as cunning and adequate for this type of job.

Her mother congratulated her. “I see that you've finally made the grade for actually being an engineer, and thereby established as a girl that can be a winner in a man's environment and thereby see to it they don't compete with us without competing back well enough!”

Josephine smiled very happily. “Yes! I can from now on see it in them to be the mediocre stuff they would see me as if it hadn't been for that raise today!”

“I and some other women, including some your friends are going to throw a party over this!”

“Great mom! When will it be?!”

“This Friday! At seven PM! I and my three closest friends will see to it that you and the girlfriends you have will certainly be having a good time!”

“Great ma! But then what will there be for me to party about once I'm established as the business woman they really envy!?”

“I propose the thesis of that should be to be able to party without having to regret that you ever seemed arrogant about your success! Cause what we will do for you now is to perfect the opinion about the mediocre people as the inferiors of you and those close girlfriends of yours!”

“Then why do you view me and my friends as mediocre at seeing to it that men don't establish themselves above us!?”

“It's because we all have to fight against them together!”

“I thereby propose that I and my friends have a toast on this at the party, and thereby establish ourselves as the feminine virtue of masculinity forever!”

“Thereby I will see to it that they don't come across any reason to believe they actually fall into their own trap, those men!”

“Great mama!”

At the party, Sheila looked at the people her mama had invited. There were many types of women, and a few girls, there. She adored the look of some of the young women, too, and for that she could say to herself that she was grateful to have a mother like this. She soon after involved herself in a game of smart-alec attitudes about men with some of the youngest and prettiest adult girls there.

“You seem to have a whole bit of fancy for the stupid error to make by permitting a man to be your company for the evening!” she happily said to a woman whom she knew had complained that only females were invited to the party.

The woman she talked to was very beautiful and fairly young, not yet thirty, but surely at least twenty-one. She looked with a bit of astonishment over her cocktail at Sheila, whom she saw smile at her. Then she poured another drink and said: “You seem to be into that we don't have any essence about viewing males as the superiors in some ways, as well, that is, as ourselves in others?!”

Sheila smiled at this, then took the woman's glass and brought it to her own lips to take a sip. She smiled again after tasting it, then said: “You and I should go to bed some day! Perhaps you'll learn the issue of actually playing the game of ridiculing the men when they pretend to be worth it without us being able to have eh guts to say that we aren't happy for it!”

“I can see why you took my drink to your mouth then you fake of a woman! I can see they actually pretend it's real that you have a party here for us who have ideals and care for humanity! It's not you who should be proud to have this kind of a party over you if you don't pertain to the kindof woman who really anticipates actual justice between us and the men around us!”

“I can tell that you're into seeing me as not a bit like yourself as if you had the guts to actually tell them they don't match our criteria for what is worth it and what isn't!”

“I don't fancy you and that drink you just took from me to be any good in bed! I therefore will see to it that no one will ever trust you or your friends again!”

Sheila scorned her for a few seconds by smiling more solemnly. Then she looked her in the eyes and scornfully poured the drink in her crotch. Smilingly she observed the woman getting nervous over the embarrassment. She looked as though she hornily had peed - or even just so to speak peed - in her pants. And two other young women who walked passed them looked her embarressment, then started fondling her down there..

Sheila smoothly moved herself to another part of the party lounge and seated herself beside her best friend, whom she advised to look at them.

Her friend looked, and giggled. “Oh my! We can really have a horny night on tonight!” she burst out. “Now how abut you and I try to have a few other girls join them?”

“Exactly what I had in mind!” Sheila replied.

“I don't suppose you actually made them do that, did you?!” her friend asked.

“Yes I did!” Sheila smiled, with a fairly smug appearance to her. “Yeah! I enjoyed just having the three of them all invite each other for the thought of making an orgy happen.”

Sheila's friend then grabbed Sheila's crotch and began fondling it. Another woman who passed by looked at them and asked: “Why don't you even take of your cloths, now that you're at it tha much!?”

Sheila looked up, and so did her girlfriend. “There's not a clue to how we could have all the invited to take part in that!” Sheila's friend said, and Sheila said: “Thereby we shan't say it to anyone but the three girls over there, or should we just invite them over for the party to take a turn for the better?!” Sheila wasn't expecting the lady to actually do so, but she was trying to insinuate that the lay could take advantage of the situation for being as immature as what she saw in them as well as in herself and her girl.

“I don't feel up to any games of trying to make everyone seem right for each other! Rather, I feel that the two of you should go over there, if that's what you want! Moreover, I feel like having a party, not being an administrator of young girls' right to be homosexual!”

“Okay,” Sheila responded, “but then why do you try to insinuate that it's you and not we who should be having more fun at this festivity?!”

“It's because there's not any issue for me or the other old women here about there being too much fun in actually drowning ourselves in amusements!”

“Should you, perhaps, then,” Sheila's friend asked, “try to be polite agsint us who are young and so eager to really amuse ourselves?!”

“Yes, I'll try to do that!” the old lady said. Then she walked on.

Fondling one another, Sheila and her friend also whispered to each other about what the old lady had said, and started to formulate an attitude about horniness that should go unaccused that evening - or perhaps just fairly unaccused, at least. While they were at it, they also observed the three girls on the opposite side of the room, and saw first one, then one more woman join in. As they watched it, Sheila's friend also observed that the girl whom she didn't know her friend had poured a drink on was actually being raped. Seeing that, she fondled Sheila some more, and then finally had her orgasm, while also speaking to her about what she saw.

Sheila then got up and said very loudly: “Let's all enjoy this party! Let's all take off our clothes!”

People around her started whispering. Then, slowly, one then one more, then yet another, started to undress. Sheila stood up and glowed with pride. Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

Her friend looked at her. Then she also rose and unbuttoned her shirt too. Some more murmurs were heard, upon which Sheila's mother said loudly: “I now propose this party take a turn for the coolness of really having fun! I now propose we all join in and make this a lesbian celebration!”

A few people left. But the ones who remained kept on partying all night, upon which they decided to do this again from time to time.