by Jenny Frame
“I’m awake.”
“Did I wake you?” George said as she put her cap down on the dresser.
“No, I’ve just gotten Teddy to sleep. She’s a nightmare when you’re not here,” Bea said.
“I’m sorry I missed story time. I hate being away from you both.” George started to undo her uniform buttons.
“So did you have fun playing with the American boat?” Bea asked.
George narrowed her eyes. “Ship, Bea. You know this by now. You just try to annoy me, I know.”
Bea chuckled. “Ship, then. Did you have fun?”
George took off her watch and her wrist phone. “I had a fantastic time. The size of the American aircraft carriers is astonishing. The sheer engineering is—” She looked at her and smiled. “I’m boring you, aren’t I.”
Bea smiled. “No, I think it’s sweet when you geek out over things like that. Anyway, I could never get bored watching you in that uniform.”
Bea got up and walked over to her. George opened her arms. Bea stepped into them and tenderly stroked George’s cheek. She loved the way George still shivered at her touch.
“You know, I missed you so much that I was hugging your pillow.”
“I’m here now.”
George leaned in to kiss her, but Bea dodged her kiss and whispered in her ear, “Let’s play sailor.”
George groaned. She loved how passionate and exciting Bea made their love life. George had no experience with women before Bea, although she had gained a lot of confidence since their first time. Bea seemed to genuinely love her body, and the knowledge that a beautiful woman like Bea lusted after her gave her confidence in herself. Bea gently led them to where they both wanted to be. “Yes, I’d love that.”
“How long have you been at sea, Sailor?” Bea smirked.
George’s heart was already beating out of her chest. She loved Bea for this. A long day away from her family, missing them both, but knowing when she got home, she would need this with her wife.
“Six months,” George said.
Bea slid her hands inside her jacket, and George couldn’t help but gaze lustfully at her wife’s breasts, peeping over the top of the lace-topped silk nightie.
“All that time without a woman?” Bea slipped her hands under her belt buckle.
“Yes,” George breathed. She wanted Bea to keep teasing her, but at the same time, George was so turned on, she needed to come soon.
“And how did you find me, Sailor?” Bea said while she slipped off George’s jacket.
“An officer told me about you. He said you were the best.”
Bea laughed and took hold of her tie. “Oh, I am, but can you afford me?”
It was time for George to show a bit of arrogance. “I’m from a very wealthy family, madam. I can pay you anything you like.”
“Good.” Bea took off her tie, threw it to the side, then took her hand. “Then I’m going to make you feel so good.”
When they got to the side of the bed, Bea kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that made her need to come even worse.
Bea took off her nightdress and underwear. George reached out to touch her breasts, but her hand was swatted away. Bea moved close and whispered in her ear, “Now, now, Sailor. You came to me to take care of you, and I will, okay?”
George gulped and nodded. Despite being the more dominant sexually, it was only by her wife’s will, and at her lead. Bea had the capacity to make her feel like a fumbling virgin about to get their first sexual experience, or a strong, powerful warrior taking her wife as she pleased.
That was what made it exciting and why Bea was the love of her life. She simply didn’t work without her.
Bea unbuttoned her shirt slowly and said, “When was the last time you slept with a woman, Sailor?”
George felt a hot surge of passion spread throughout her body. This was so good, and she wanted to make it even hotter. “Never. This is my first time.”
A big smile erupted over Bea’s face. “Oh, poor sailor.”
Bea threw George’s shirt to the side and unbuttoned her trousers. George stepped out of them, and Bea put them onto the chair behind them.
George slipped out of her sports bra and threw it to the side.
Bea smiled and sidled up close. “You have such a gorgeous body, Sailor. How would you like me to teach you how to make love to a woman?”
She could hardly breathe because Bea was stroking her fingers down her abdomen. “But I’ve only paid for an hour,” George said, playing along.
“Make love with me, and you can have the whole night for free. Yes?”
“God, yes,” George said quickly.
Bea chuckled and said, “Lie down on your front, Sailor.”
George lay down, and Bea straddled the small of her back. George groaned and gripped the sheets when she felt Bea’s wetness painted on her skin, as Bea moved.
Bea put her hands on George’s shoulders. “First I’m going to make you relax, then I’m going to take care of you, Sailor.”
As if Bea’s fingers and hands massaging her back didn’t feel good enough, Bea leaned over as she moved, and her breasts and nipples brushed over George’s skin.
“Jesus,” George said. Her sex was throbbing.
“Do you like that?” Bea asked.
“God, yes. I want to touch and kiss your breasts so much,” George said, hearing the desperation in her own tone.
Bea massaged down to her buttocks and told her to turn over. Bea sat astride her hips and leaned over, saying, “I’ve been aching to do this.”
She kissed George and brought George’s hands to her breasts. Bea was loving this game, but she was so wet and turned on, that it was so hard not to say, Make love to me, and let George take control. She couldn’t help but thrust her wet sex onto George’s hard stomach.
Through wet, passionate kisses, Bea said, “I want you inside me, but I’ve got to take care of you first.”
She kissed her way down to George’s hard clit. George was so wet and turned on, and it was all because of her. Sometimes she just couldn’t believe her luck. To have someone as handsome and good looking as George want her so desperately was more than she could have ever hoped for.
Bea licked all around George’s clit but didn’t touch it yet.
George’s hips bucked, and she groaned. “Please, Bea, I can’t take it.”
Bea looked up at her partner and said, “Now I’m going to make you feel so good, Sailor.”
She gave George’s clit a few teasing licks, then sucked her all in.
George cried out, “Oh, fuck,” and grasped the back of her head, encouraging her.
Bea kept up her speed until George’s whole body went taut, and she shouted, “Christ.”
She kissed her way back up George’s shaking body. Bea looked in her eyes and stroked her sweaty brow. “I love you, Georgie.”
George finally got her breath back. “I love you, my darling. You always know how to make things interesting.”
Bea chuckled and traced George’s lips with her finger. “I try, but you know what?”
George shook her head.
“I’m so wet, and I don’t need a fumbling first-timer. I need you to fuck me like you know what you’re doing.”
George grinned and immediately flipped Bea onto her back, and held her wrists above her head. “I think I can help you with that. Don’t move a muscle.”
George got up and went over to the wardrobe. She grasped a backpack and pulled out an intelliflesh strap-on. This dildo allowed her to feel everything. George loved to use it and was glad Bea loved it too. Once it was attached, she walked back over to the bed and found Bea lying on her side, with a big smile on her face.
“How do you want me, Your Majesty?” Bea said sexily.
George pumped the strap-on a few times in her hand. It was now working and had become an extension of her clit. She wanted Bea to have a deep, powerful orgasm, so she asked for Bea’s favourite position. “On all fours,” George s
aid.
Bea grinned and jumped into position. George climbed onto the bed behind her and immediately saw how wet her wife was. She stroked her hands down Bea’s spine and over her buttocks. Bea groaned when she dipped her fingers into her wetness and circled her clit.
Bea looked back at her and said, “Fuck me, Georgie, don’t tease.”
George’s sex pounded wildly at that request and she took hold of her strap-on. She now had full sensation.
Bea groaned as she pushed her way inside.
“Christ,” George breathed when she was fully inside. It felt incredible, but she had to concentrate on making it feel good for Bea, first and foremost.
She started with some small thrusts until Bea got used to the fullness.
“It feels so deep.” Bea moaned.
“Are you okay?”
George got her answer when Bea’s hips started to undulate and encourage her. “Yes, just fuck me. I need you.”
George held on to her hips and started long deep thrusts, then every so often she would hasten the thrusts. She could hear and feel Bea’s orgasm building up. It felt so good. George had to close her eyes and concentrate on not coming, when all her body wanted to do was come.
When they both got near the edge of orgasm, she stilled and slowed her thrusts.
Bea called out with an almost painful cry, “Please, George, don’t. I was so close.”
“Soon, my darling.” George built up her long slow thrusts again, and as she got faster, she knew her body wasn’t going to let her stop this time.
Bea thrust her hips back into George and moaned almost continually. “Need to come, please?”
George thrust fast, her breathing hard and the orgasm building up in her sex. She could feel the walls of Bea’s sex start to flutter. When Bea let her head fall onto the bed and pushed her hips up higher into her, George knew they were both going to come in seconds.
Their hips slapped together as she thrust hard, and then Bea’s moans started to become higher pitched until she cried out, and George’s orgasm exploded in her sex and through her strap-on.
“Christ,” George shouted as her hips jerked in orgasm.
They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. Bea pulled her into a kiss.
“Hmm, that was so good, Sailor,” Bea said.
“Thank you, ma’am,” George replied.
Bea laughed. “Can you tell I really miss you when you’re gone on your own?”
“Just a bit.” George winked.
George reached down to take off her strap-on and Bea’s hand stopped her. “Oh no. I’m not finished with you yet, Your Majesty.”
***
Bea traced her fingernails around George’s nipple, making it hard.
“Don’t tease me, my darling. You’ve exhausted me.”
“All right.” She laid her head on her chest, and George stroked her hair. This was Bea’s favourite place in the world. She sighed.
“What was that sigh for?” George said.
“It was a happy sigh. I couldn’t be happier. I have you, and Teddy.”
“And hopefully a little one on the way when we get home,” George chipped in.
Bea kissed George’s chest. “Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten. I can’t wait to have a little brother or sister for Teddy. I know she’ll love being a big sister. Just like you.”
George wrapped her strong arms around her and hugged her tightly. “I don’t know what I did to have you fall into my lap. I’ll never forget the first time I saw you at Timmy’s and you scowled across the table at me. I think I started to fall in love then and there.”
Bea leaned up on her elbow and looked down at her. “I thought you were gorgeous but that you’d be some stuck-up, overprivileged fool.”
George stroked a strand of hair behind Bea’s ear. “And what did you think when you got to know me?”
“I thought you were the kindest person I’d ever met, and I lost my heart to you very quickly. Do you know who reminds me of us?”
“Who?” George asked.
“Holly and Quincy,” Bea said.
George furrowed her eyebrows. “Quincy? I don’t think—Holly would terrify her. Then again, you terrify me sometimes.”
Bea gave her a play hit. “Stop it, you. They’ve been getting close. I think Holly is getting her to open up, and I think we should help.”
“Is this the stage two you were talking about?” George said.
“Exactly. I want Holly to be as happy as Lali and I are.”
George pursed her lips and Bea said, “What? You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
“It might not be the best time for Quincy. She’s been through hell the past couple of years. I can see the torment in her eyes. I’ve seen it in other military personnel. They hide it very well.”
“But Holly makes her smile, and you know how hard it is to get Quincy to smile. Give it a try,” Bea said.
“What can I do?”
“When we have our girls’ night at the ranch in Kentucky, you were going to have a card game with Cammy and Quincy. Talk to her, about how she feels. Encourage her.”
“Talk…about how she feels? That’s a private matter. We’re comrades—we don’t talk about feelings.”
Bea rolled her eyes. “Well, just do it this once.” She leaned down and gave George the softest kiss, the kind of kiss that made George moan. “Do it for me?”
“Oh, all right, just kiss me. I’ve regained some of my strength.” George rolled over so that Bea was underneath her.
Just as they were about to kiss, Bea said, “One more thing…about where Quincy stays at the ranch…”
Chapter Sixteen
Holly didn’t know what to expect from a ranch house, but her mind had conjured up some quaint wooden place, like she had seen in the old Western films. This was not that.
The ranch house was more like a mansion that happened to be in the country. She had no idea how big a plot of land it was, but the fields went on for miles. The pool house where she was staying was bigger and nicer than her flat in London.
Bea did say the owner was really big in horse breeding and extremely successful. While George and Bea were here, the owner was moving out to another one of her houses, simply to give George and Bea their privacy, somewhere the press couldn’t get them.
She walked from the pool house up the long driveway to the front of the white stone ranch house. Nanny Baker had called her for some assistance with Teddy. Holly rang the bell, and a housekeeper opened the door.
“Hi, I’m Holly. Nanny Baker asked me to come over.”
“Oh yes, she’s in the den.” The aged housekeeper led her through the marble floored home. She was shown into a room dominated by a big comfortable leather couch and all the latest gaming tables and computer terminals.
Nanny Baker was on the couch trying to comfort a crying Teddy.
“Thank goodness you’re here, Holly. I can’t seem to settle her,” Nanny Baker said.
“Hey, hey, what’s all these tears, Teddy?” Holly sat down and opened her arms to the little girl.
Teddy climbed into her arms. “Want Mummy.” Teddy snuffled.
Nanny Baker sighed. “I think her parents going to all these engagements is catching up with her. When she got off the plane, I think she thought they were all coming here to visit the horses.”
Holly hugged her and wiped away her tears. “Mummy and Mum won’t be long, Teddy. When they get back from the races, they won’t leave you all week, I promise.” Holly looked up and spotted the TV terminal. “Surely the races are on TV, Nanny?” Holly said.
Nanny Baker clapped her hands together. “Of course. Let’s see.”
“We’ll try to find Mum and Mummy on TV, okay?” Holly said to Teddy.
Teddy nodded and nuzzled further into Holly’s chest.
“There,” Nanny Baker said when she found the right channel.
They were just in time to see Queen Georgina and Queen Beatrice, standing in their viewing box
. Both were cheering.
“Mum! Mummy!” Teddy shouted. “Home soon?”
Holly stroked her soft dark hair. “They will be.”
Her gaze fixed on the moody looking security officer standing behind them, and her heart ached. Quincy.
***
Once George and Bea entered the main house, Lang said, “Follow me, team. We’ll get you settled into your quarters, and then we’ll have a meeting.”
Quincy followed Lang and the team to a large converted barn.
“This place is amazing, isn’t it?” Clay said.
It looked as if it would have everything they needed. “Yes, looks great.”
She was just about to put her bags down when Lang said, “No, Quincy, you’re in the pool house at the back of the main house.”
Garrett and a few of the others stopped in their tracks.
“What? Why, sir?” Quincy asked.
“The Queen’s orders. Get going.” Lang entered the barn, and Garrett said, “Privilege strikes again, eh, Captain Fantastic?”
Quincy turned away and walked in the direction of the pool house. Why had the Queen done this? She didn’t want to be made different from the others. She would need to talk to George later at their card game and get switched back.
She found the pool house, which from the outside looked very much like a beautiful self-contained cottage.
Quincy walked through the front door and found an expensively decorated open-plan first floor, with a lounge area with the biggest, comfiest looking sofa she had ever seen, and to her right, a big kitchen. She noticed a kettle was nearly boiling and a cup sitting, waiting to be filled.
Someone was already here. Then she heard footsteps on the stairs, which led into the lounge area.
Quincy’s heart thudded when Holly came bouncing down the stairs.
Holly stopped dead when she saw her. “Quincy? What are you doing here?” Holly said with surprise.
“I was told to report here for the duration of my stay. I didn’t know you would be here,” Quincy said.
“I was told to expect someone else to stay here, but I didn’t think it would be you. Your bedroom’s up the stairs on the left,” Holly said.
