Chapter 7
The next morning we awoke together, still naked, with the sun streaming through the gaps in the curtains. I expected the spell we were under the previous night to be very much broken, but Francoise did not seem to share my view, and without saying anything, kissed me warmly on the mouth and held our bodies close together. My tongue and hers joined, and I ran my hands appreciatively over her wonderful body. I felt her smooth flanks, and ran my hands down to her hips and squeezed her buttocks as she lay half on top of me. She ran a hand down the thigh of the leg I had wrapped around her and up my body to grasp my breast, as our deep kisses continued. We played in this way for some time before looking one another deeply in the eye and breaking out into joyous laughter. We dressed and joined the rest of the house, excited by the new secret that we shared.
Over breakfast I marveled to myself at how well my plan had unfolded. We sat at the table with Genevieve and, Mademoiselle and mama. Mademoiselle cast me a look and said,
"You are looking beautiful this morning Genevieve, did you rest well last night?"
Sitting opposite me, Francoise giggled and touched my foot lightly with hers under the table.
"Why yes, Mademoiselle" I smiled at her "I had a wonderful night last night"
"As did I, my dear" she said smiling over her hot chocolate, and I saw step-mother cast a knowing glance at her. Genevieve and Francoise seemed oblivious to the subtext, and I wondered if I was imagining it myself. Could they possibly know about what Francoise and I had been doing? For my plan to succeed, they had to find out anyway, but this all seemed too easy.
I resolved to be bold about the sapphic affair my friend and I had embarked on, and luckily Francoise was a willing adventuress. Straight after breakfast, as we were walking along one of the hallways, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a small alcove and kissed her passionately. Despite the fact that anybody could happen upon us she reciprocated and spent a few moments with our tongues tied and bodies held close. No-one caught us, and we began to make a habit of stealing forbidden clinches whenever we were together. Later in that day we were in the stables after a short ride with Mademoiselle. When the older woman's back was turned for a moment, Francoise came up close behind me, and placing her mouth on my neck, licked up my neck and took my earlobe into her mouth while her hands cupped my breasts. Mademoiselle seemed to take a long while with the riding accoutrement that held her attention, and as Francoise toyed gently with my earlobe and breasts my arousal swelled, then as the woman turned back to face us, Francoise broke off and I was left flustered and distracted, much to her amusement. Luckily I was able to get my own revenge at several times, bringing on Francoise's own arousal in snatched moments. This left us both in a near-constant state of excitement and frustration. Something had to give, and the climax would come later in that day in the garden.
Franscoise and I had taken a small picnic to the far end of our large garden, and the gardener and his assistants had left to busy themselves elsewhere. It was late afternoon and the sun shone brightly in a blue sky. I was kissing Francoise passionately amidst the remains of our picnic, Her hand held my cheek and pulled me to her mouth, signaling the hunger that our meal had been able to satisfy. I probed the warmth of her mouth, and thought of another warm place in her that I could probe. I could feel her arousal as her body moved restlessly beneath her dress. She had undone the collar of it wantonly, and I ran my tongue down the soft skin of her neck. Her head was thrown back, and I could feel that I could do whatever I wanted to her body. My hand was on her hip, and she drew one knee up and spread her legs beneath the skirt. My hand ventured under the hem and lightly ran up to the back of her thigh. As I drew my tongue up her naked throat I looked back at the house in the near distance. In an upstairs window I saw my step-mother standing and looking out into the garden. Could she see us? Should I stop? As if to say no, Francoise whispered in my ear
"What are you waiting for? I'm ready for you...", she touched my elbow slightly and moved my hand to nestle between her thighs. I could feel the soft down between them, she was wearing no undergarments at all, and must have been since earlier that day! I moved my exploring fingers on to find the wet parting between her legs, and was shocked at how hot she was. Closing my eyes I felt along the soft slickness of her folds and ran my hand all the way from her dainty thatch to between her buttocks and back, taking in all the secret places she was offering me. She moaned her approval and held me tight as I played up and down her, slowly parting her lips a little more with each pass. I opened my eyes and looked at her, swept away in the sensations I was delivering her. I looked up at the window and saw that my step-mother was gone. My slight disappointment was dispelled when I saw her unmistakable form heading in our direction under a parasol. Slightly shocked, I stopped for a moment. Francoise's reaction was to tilt her hips and thrust her sex firmly against my hand.
I took the hint, and returned to my business between her thighs. Her legs were spread wide now, and her lips parted easily under my fingers. Her inner sanctum gave way easily to my touch, and beckoned me inside. Needing little encouragement, I slid two fingers into my friend's silken interior. She felt wonderful inside, and I penetrated her deeply and easily. Drawing my fingers back they slid wetly along the walls of her, and my fingers emerged covered in her juices. I withdrew completely and smeared the love juices all over her soft outer lips and clit. But I wanted to be back inside her, and I slid back within her as far as I could, as our lips met and our tongues slid into each other's mouths. As we kissed and I gently moved my hand back and forth in her depths I thought I heard footsteps cross the grass near us. I barely paid any heed, and continued with the secret coupling beneath Francoise's dress. Her body wriggled while she held tightly to me, and I sent a third finger plunging into the depths of her, forcing her deliciously wider and eliciting a groan of satisfaction. With three fingers buried within her my thumb played lightly just by her clitoris, causing her to writhe in time with it's motion. Changing pace I returned to thrusting into her, and she fell away from me to lie back on the grass and raised her hips up high, offering herself up for my efforts. I slid her hem up over her thighs and exposed her in the sunlight. Her slender thighs were parted, and between them my hand disappeared into the glistening folds of her sex, it's ample juices flowing and her soft blond down crowning her pubic mound. My thrusting took on a life and energy of it's own, and she ran a hand down to touch and tease her sensitive button as I did.
After a moment I thought I felt a presence behind me, and turned my head to see my step-mother sitting a short distance away on a shady bench. She was watching the scene intently, and with a look of amusement in her eye. I met her gaze, as my hand slid back and forth inside Francoise's vagina, but she made no attempt to either interrupt or join us. Francoise, her eyes closed, began to moan and build up to a finish, and came crashing to a climax, bucking her hips and grasping tightly to the wrist of the hand I had buried within her. She subsided slowly onto the grass, the life draining out of her rapidly, and soon she was passed out completely, with my fingers still buried deep within her.
I turned back to my step-mother, who slowly rose and walked towards us. She looked pleased, with the hint of a knowing smirk on her face. Stopping just in front of me, she bent forward and touched my cheek lightly as she brought her face down close to mine. Without a word, she drew my hand out of Francoise and brought it up to her mouth. Slowly, she extended her long tongue and licked a long taste of my friend's juices. She closed her eyes for a moment and savored it, as I looked at her rapt.
"Delicious!", she declared "There is nothing like the taste of willing surrender."
I licked of taste of Francoise's rich juices myself, in agreement with the mysterious woman who had come to rule my life. She spoke,
"But I can show you a way to a much sweeter prize than this my dear." I looked quizzically at her.
"The pleasures of mortal flesh are wonderful, but there is another embrace which goes deeper still. And I would teach it to you, should you wish"
She took another long taste of the nectar on my hand, and drew a finger into her mouth to suck on it. Her tongue was strong, and she made sure to get every last drop of the love juice.
"I will call to you tonight, and should you wish to learn the deeper embrace, I will show you. You will know when and where. But I warn you, once you start down this path, you cannot turn back"
She rose and began to walk away. Suddenly she laughed and called back over her shoulder,
"Not that you would want to, for I see that you're something of a natural!"
Francoise slumbered beside me, and I sat utterly dumbfounded.