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Despite herself, Mary laughed. Jennifer was, if nothing else, a charmer. There was no denying that. "All right, Miss Silvertongue," she began, reaching out a hand to nudge her maid toward bed. "Let's see how you like -- "

She broke off, frowning, catching a strange look in Jennifer's eyes. The redhead had rocked back a step, and was staring at Mary intently, candlelight flickering in her green eyes. "What?" Mary asked. "What is it?"

Jennifer smiled sheepishly. "Nothing," she said, "It's nothing, only...you're very pretty, Madam
Smythe." Her cheeks actually darkened, which Mary rarely saw -- the redhead was certainly fair-skinned enough, but she was also too shameless to blush most of the time. She also almost never used Mary's proper form of address when they were alone together, and the young noblewoman found herself flushing in return.

Discomfited, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, shivering in the cold air and splaying her fingers upward to hide her
crinkling nipples. "Don't joke, Jenny," she said.

Red hair bounced as Jennifer gave a toss of her head, shaking off
the intent gaze and returning to her light-hearted, more flirtatious tone. "Well, I can't help it," she teased. "You're standing there all pretty and half-naked! Turn around if you don't want me to see your boobs."

Glaring, Mary took the suggestion, irritated that she had let Jennifer's odd moment lower her defenses. She turned away and held her soft breasts up carefully. Unsupported, they would bounce maddeningly at even her smallest movements.

Warm flesh pressed against her back. Jennifer’s arms slipped around Mary's and snuggled up underneath the weight of her bosom. She could feel the other woman's breasts rubbing her bare skin. "You know I like you, don't you Madam Smythe?" Jennifer whispered. She didn't sound teasing. Soft lips brushed Mary's ear, and she shivered. Her thin linen drawers, made to fit underneath a bustle and petticoat, felt suddenly heavy and hot despite the cool air. Sweat stood out on her skin, most especially where it touched Jennifer's.

"I like you too, Jenny," Mary said. Her voice trembled slightly. She felt as if she were on the verge of something very important, and also very frightening. The dark house, completely unknown to her, and the flickering light of the single candle did nothing to put her at east. She almost jumped and cried out when Jennifer shifted against her back.

The slim maid squirmed. Her hips rocked, pressing against Mary's backside and then releasing again. Dainty hands wandered lower along Mary's sides. "Not like that, Mary." Jennifer nuzzled the noblewoman's ear; blew warm breath across it. She cupped Mary's hips in her palms and held their bodies close at the waist. A little shiver rubbed her breasts up and down along Mary's back. "Don't you like me...more than other girls?" she asked, almost plaintively. "Like a lover, Mary. Even a little? We've shared a bed for so long; more than you're ever like to with a husband, even."

Mary shuddered. Her chest felt tight, and she realized she was panting for breath, as if she'd run for miles down rough country lanes. She brushed her breasts with her fingertips, still trying to conceal them, and found the nipples swollen and straining. Dimpled gooseflesh covered her areolae.

"Jennifer," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I don't understand. I'm not -- I've never -- that's not a thing I know about, Jenny." She startled herself by groaning aloud as her maid's hands slipped down the curve of her hips and cupped her bottom instead, squeezing the curves like the frame of a bustle -- but much warmer and gentler!

Pressed against Mary's back, Jennifer quivered with excitement. "Oh, Mary!" she murmured happily. "You liked that, didn't you?" Her hands kneaded gently, and Mary let out another trembling moan. Her body was flush, tense, and trembling. The touch was no more than a gentle massage, the same Jennifer had done for her shoulders thousands of time, but somehow it made Mary burn inside as if she had a fever. She leaned into Jennifer's grip instinctively, and shuddered at the pleasure her friend's touch sent through her.

"Oh my goodness," Jennifer murmured lovingly. "You
do
like that." She giggled softly. Her fingers curled and tugged. A protest, strangled-sounding, welled up in Mary's throat as she felt her linen drawers sliding lower. Jennifer silenced her with a nip on the ear. "Shh!" she instructed firmly. "Wait. Here, let me."

Mary's eyes widened in shock. The waistband of her drawers slipped to her knees
. A fingertip trailed down the curve of her bottom, right between the full cheeks. Jennifer's wriggling warmth squirmed and pressed against Mary's back. Something brushed across the rim of her dark hole, hidden in the depths of her crack, and Mary went weak at the knees. Jennifer was being so strange, so
wrong
, and yet it felt so good...

"Oh God, Mary." Jennifer's voice was husky and deep. She planted a kiss on the trembling Mary's cheek. Her hands quivered, and Mary quivered back, transfixed by the growing pressure on her unspeakable back door. Nothing on earth could have convinced her to move away from Jennifer's tender touch, in that moment. "Mary," her maid whispered. "Lover. Yes. I want your ass."

Mary shuddered at the word. She'd never heard Jennifer curse at her before, though the maid would occasionally slip up and mutter something rude in the course of her household chores. It was a fairly mild word, as far as such things went, but Mary
was
still a noblewoman, however odd of one, and she had a noblewoman's restraint.

Or she
had
had a noblewoman's restraint, at any rate, before her best friend and servant started fondling her ass. Mary blushed to the roots of her dark hair as she realized how long she'd been standing in the dark, savoring the feeling of Jennifer's squeezing hands. Someone needed to have put a stop to their madness a good five minutes ago, at least.

Cloth rustled behind her -- Jennifer shedding her drawers, Mary realized. She opened her mouth to protest, but a hard squeeze on her rear turned it into a moan. The finger was still nestled between her cheeks; still stroking the tender flesh hidden there. Jennifer's free hand tugged Mary's drawers down firmly until they sagged around her knees.

In a swift motion, Jennifer knelt. Her lips brushed Mary's back as they descended, tracing Mary's spine in burning little kisses that left her gasping for breath. She nearly stumbled getting out of her drawers, lifting first one leg and then the other mechanically at the prompting of Jennifer's hands.

"Jenny," Mary finally managed to whisper, "Please. What are you -- what are we -- "

With a soft moan of her own, Jennifer gripped Mary's hips and pulled backward. She turned her head and ran her silky cheek over the curve of the young noblewoman's backside. Both of them shivered with pleasure.

"We're making love, Madam
Smythe," Jennifer said firmly. "We're fucking, like we should have fucked years ago, and we are starting with me eating your tender little asshole!"

She grabbed Mary's butt cheeks in her hands and yanked them apart, startling a yelp out of the lust-dazed noblewoman. When a hot, squirming tongue darted out to stroke Mary's hole, the yelp turned into an actual shriek, loud enough to have woken the servants if she'd had any besides Jennifer.
Mary jerked in place, one hand reaching down to clutch her crotch almost instinctively as a lance of pleasure shot through the soft, unexplored opening between her thighs.

"Oh my god, Jennifer!" Mary gasped. Her flesh felt hot and sticky against her palm. There was a slick wetness, thicker than her sweat, gathered in the tangled hairs of her muff. She raised her hand and stared at it dumbly, half-expecting to see her monthly blood come early, but there was nothing but a clear and musky-smelling sheen on Mary's skin. Without thinking, she licked it, and moaned happily when she found the taste sweet, earthy, and exciting in a way that made her stomach clench strangely.

"Jennifer," Mary moaned, "You can't, you just can't. That isn't right!" She put her hand back between her legs as she spoke and pressed down, trying to quell the strange, hot, tightening sensation welling up inside her. Clutching herself, she leaned back, pinned between her own grinding palm and Jennifer's thrusting tongue.

Jennifer moaned wordlessly in reply. Her tongue lapped up and down between the soft cheeks of Mary's bottom. The touch was thick, warm, and slick against the noblewoman's crinkled pucker. Mary's face flamed with lust and embarrassment as the wet, slippery
caresses sent shivers of pleasure straight down her spine and into the melting heat of her pussy.

"Mm, sure and it
isn't
right, Madam Smythe," Jennifer moaned, her voice muffled and lapsing back into its native Irish brogue (which the maid usually took pains to disguise). She slurped loudly, sucking wet spit off Mary's wrinkled flesh. The tip of her tongue traced circles around the Mary's dark hole. Mary groaned and swayed on her feet, her jaw slack in mindless pleasure. She had never imagined that a touch back there could feel anything like it did!

"It isn't right I've had to wait all these years," Jennifer panted, "keeping my hands to myself, and you a horny little butt-slut all along...we could have been doing this ages ago!"

Heat flamed in Mary's face, bright beneath her pale skin. "Don't say such things!" she gasped, scandalized. "I'm not a, a, an anything like what you said!"

She could actually
feel
Jennifer smirking, the redhead's lips curling against her bottom. "A butt-slut?" Jennifer teased. She giggled, and her tongue slurped. Wet flesh caressed Mary. "Mm," the maid moaned, "Butt-slut, butt-slut, butt-slut!"

Irritated, Mary reached back and swatted at Jennifer. Her fingers tangled briefly in silken red hair, and she moaned a little, giving a tug and feeling her friend's tongue shift against her slippery hole. "Stop that!" she hissed.

Jennifer leaned back on her knees and peered up at Mary. Her face gleamed wet in the candlelight. "Stop?" she asked softly. She traced her lips with her tongue. The slow, sensuous circuit made Mary shiver. "I've stopped. Are you glad?"

Her finger replaced her tongue as she spoke, slipping between the noblewoman's riding-trained muscles to trace the line of her crack. A nail scraped teasingly over her c
rinkled hole; curled in a little to keep from raking her painfully as Jennifer pressed down more firmly. The tip of her finger made an insistent pressure against Mary's opening, and Mary shuddered as she felt the taut rim give way a tiny bit. Could it actually fit inside her, she wondered dizzily? And what on Earth would that feel like? She bit her lip, wanting badly to know but not knowing how to say as much.

"Or do you miss my tongue already?" Jennifer's voice was low and enticing. Her finger worked in circles as it pressed slowly inward. "So warm and soft against you bottom. Wet. Needy. Delicious." A throaty moan stirred in the maid's throat. "I think you liked it, Madam
Smythe. I think you like my finger, too. I think you want me to go on playing with your bottom."

Her hand lifted abruptly, and Mary almost fell over backward. Without noticing, she'd been leaning back into the insistent pressure; even spreading her feet wider on the floor to help ease the finger's way into her spit-slicked hole. Her bottom clenched, feeling -- to her embarrassment -- suddenly neglected.

"Don't you?" Jennifer asked, grinning knowingly. There was a hint of stern finality in her voice, as if she were daring Mary to disagree with her.

Mary swallowed hard. Her face was flushed; her body dripped with sweat. One hand was still clutched between her thighs, the palm grown slick and wet with her pussy's unfamiliar overflow. Sex-scented musk filled the air.

Looking away from her friend, Mary lowered her eyes. She felt completely humiliated -- and helplessly, hopelessly aroused! It went against everything she had been taught to even entertain fantasies about such things, let alone participate in them with her own maid. She took a deep, trembling breath.

"...yes," she admitted, barely even whispering.

Jennifer made a murmur of encouragement. "Yes, what?" she asked, her breath warm on Mary's backside.

Mary felt her flush deepen. "Yes," she said, "I want more. It...feels good."

"Mmm." Jennifer let out a long, happy sigh. She rose from her crouch on the floor, and Mary bit back a cry of disappointment. After making her admit
that
, her friend was just going to stop? But no, she realized, Jennifer was simply -- finally -- moving them to the untested bed. She squirmed unhappily at the thought of how glad that made her.

Extending the same finger that had been pressed to Mary's bottom a moment ago, the redhead pointed at the bed. "Over there," she instructed. "Sit your butt on the edge and lie back. I'll find something for your bum."

Her gaze wandered around the room; lit on the flower-filled wine bottle. Grinning, Jennifer swept the flowers out and dashed the water inside heedlessly to the floor, rapping the neck of the bottle with one fingertip as she emptied its contents. "Good glass," she murmured approvingly. "Sturdy. And the neck's not too thick...perfect!"

Naked, Mary crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed. She stared at Jennifer, torn between arousal and horror. Her palm was still rubbing between her legs; she couldn't seem to keep her hands off her dripping sex. It felt swollen to twice its
size, the insides taut and eager for something Mary could not explain or provide. "You can't be serious," she protested.