Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire)

by Simmons, NC

  Lenore resisted.

  Lenore knelt behind Lena, her breath warming Lena’s bottom. She lifted each foot, removing the tennis freak’s sneakers. Lena’s erotic, bare feet tempted Lenore, begging her to kiss and rub them.

  Lenore resisted.

  Lenore stood up, maintaining a few inches distance with Lena’s back, desperate to avoid touching her breasts to Lena’s skin. She reached past Lena’s stomach and found the top button of her jeans. Lenore unfastened Lena’s skin-tight denims and wriggled them down her legs, taking the panties along with the pants, first one leg, then the next, leaving Lena standing naked next to the tub.

  The seductress paused, awaiting her prey’s permission to continue.

  “Take down my hair, Lenore. Brush it the way you always do.”

  Lenore breathed heavily. The intimacy of the girls’ nightly hair brushing exchange often caused Lenore to disappear into the bathroom to secretly masturbate.

  “Lena! I cannot stop myself! I cannot hold myself back! If I brush your hair… I will give in. I will touch you. I am trying to stop myself!”

  “Just do it, Lenore. We’ve come this far. Please… Just do it. Go. Get your brush. I’ll wait. Go ahead, Freaky. I want you to do it.”

  Lenore left the bathroom and returned with her personal brush. She removed pins and bands from Lena’s hair, letting Lena’s long, dark, Mediterranean locks fall and flow across her broad, powerful back.

  Stroke after stroke after stroke Lenore brushed, running her fingers through Lena’s hair, releasing the roommate’s soft, silken sheen in the candlelit bathroom. The gentleness of Lenore’s ministry melted Lena’s heart, heightening her longing for her world-desired roommate.

  At the conclusion of Lenore’s preparations, the Wild Child stepped forward into the bath, lifting her hair up and away, settling in, draping it over the edge of the tub before slipping beneath the water’s surface. Lena closed her eyes and reclined her head.

  Lenore stood next to the tub, legs parted in an overt attempt at a seduction she could no longer restrain. A tear formed at the corner of Lena’s closed, right eye. The scents, the warmth of the bath, the intoxicating setting, the exotic beauty of the seductress, all fueled her long-brewing desire for Lenore.

  “Bathe me, Lenore.”

  Lena’s eyes snapped open, piercing Lenore’s soul with loving terror. Lenore imagined Lena’s spirit stepping out of the tub and floating into her chest. She felt their souls become one. Whatever Lenore would do to Lena, the bathing beauty sent an urgent message…

  “My heart is yours, Lenore. Be gentle.”

  Lena closed her eyes, nervously anticipating Lenore’s first touch.

  Lenore knelt next to the tub and picked up a large loofa. Dipping it into the water, she ran it up and down Lena’s right leg, staying well clear of Lena’s private paradise. Moving to the end of the tub, Lenore lifted Lena’s leg above the lip and kissed the sole of Lena’s foot. She kissed Lena’s toes, stroking the sponge across Lena’s leg, sending tingles and tremors throughout her lover’s body.

  For a moment, Lena’s fear and anxiety floated away with the bath salts. Her body relaxed as Lenore shared intimate touches learned during their fully clothed, make-out sessions at Paulson. Lenore ran the sponge up and down both legs, repeating the same sole-kissing, toe-tickling motions on each half of Lena’s body.

  A vivid scene played out in Lenore’s mind, of the drenched tennis pro’s legs wrapped around her body, crushing the lithe model with an athlete’s powerful muscles, pressing Lena’s pussy into her abdomen. Lenore imagined the two women lying naked in a field together, her head settled on Lena’s belly as Lena’s legs cradled her torso.

  Lenore crawled to the side of the tub, inclining across to continue her cleansing ritual. Lifting Lena’s arm, Lenore bent forward and soaked the sponge. Her original, evil intent reared its head as Lenore pressed her breasts forward into the water and swept her nipples across Lena’s chest.

  Fight or flight reflexes kicked in and Lena’s body tensed! Her toes pressed against the end of the tub. Her hands gripped the edges. Lenore saw Lena’s reaction and backed off. The subject of Lenore’s obsession relaxed, releasing her tension back into the warm waters of the bath.

  Lenore lifted Lena’s arm again, staying well clear of another chest-mashing moment of terror.

  Lenore’s instincts for seduction suggested another tack. She placed herself at the head of the tub, bending over Lena and dangling her breasts above her roommate’s face. Lenore placed her nipples within inches of Lena’s forehead, but did not touch her. She dipped her sponge in the water and rubbed Lena’s belly in a swirling motion, a move Lenore knew aroused the girlfriend, a move for which the frustrated roomie received many hand-swats during their Paulson years.

  The sigh of a contented coed emboldened Lenore, leading her to run the sponge up and into Lena’s cleavage, eliciting further contented sighs and a leg-shuffling hint of arousal. Lenore slipped back and kissed Lena’s forehead, continuing light scrubbing motions. She swirled her sponge around Lena’s breasts, floating her sponge over Lena’s nipples, drawing out a pronounced moan from her thawing sweetheart.

  A moment of risk lured the untrustworthy servant, leading her to swiftly plunge her sponge into the waters between Lena’s thighs, withdrawing it directly over Lena’s pussy. Lenore lifted the sponge high and squeezed, dripping warm water onto Lena’s clit. Lena moaned loudly, writhing as water splashed into her virginal cunny.

  Spreading her legs against the sides of the tub, Lena offered herself to Lenore. Lenore went along, plunging the sponge more aggressively into the water between Lena’s legs and dragging it across Lena’s sex. Lenore positioned her thumb to slip between Lena’s labia and withdrew the sponge. Lena’s back arched, her chest shot forward, and her head pressed backward against the tub edge. Her body twisted and contorted, ripples of unfamiliar pleasure spreading from her toes to her face.

  Breathing heavily, Lena opened her clenched eyes. Though tense, her body tilted more toward lustful anticipation than fearful dread. “Lenore… Before you do anything else, can you climb into the tub and lie here with me? Before you use more of your freaky supermodel moves on me, can you just lie with me like we always do at bed time?”

  “Gladly, my beautiful Wild Child.”

  Caught by remorse, Lenore stopped mid-rise, quickly returning to a kneeling position by the head of the tub. Lenore pressed her mouth to Lena’s ear and confessed her darkest fear.

  Entrapment.

  “Lena, I cannot do this! I want you you so much! I have wanted you for years, since the first time we kissed. I have wanted to make love to you every night of these past four years.” Tears streamed from Lenore’s eyes. “But Lena… You cannot trust me! If I get into this tub with you I will not be able to stop myself. I will make love to you, I know it! And once I do, you will never be able to leave me! I do not want to trap you, Lena! I just want you to love me!”

  Turning her head to meet Lenore’s eyes, Lena lifted a wet hand and pressed it to Lenore’s cheek. “Easy, Lenore… It’s okay. Just lie with me for a while. Just climb in and hug me the way I always did to you at bedtime. Just lie with me. Please, Lenore. I don’t want to be alone in here. I need to feel you next to me. Just… Please, Lenore… Let’s... Let’s go slow, okay?”

  Lenore nodded, walked to the side of the tub, and stepped in. A snug fit meant pressing her flesh against Lena’s, twisting her legs together with Lena’s, pressing her thigh between Lena’s legs and tightly against Lena’s pussy. She slipped one arm under Lena’s head while wrapping the other across Lena’s rising and falling chest.

  Naked together at last, Lenore kissed Lena’s cheek. She kissed her lips. Her heat growing, Lenore kissed Lena’s forehead, her eyelids, and her ears.

  Breathing heavily in Lena’s ear, Lenore offered her devotion. “I love you so much, Lena. I will try to take as long as you need. I am desperate to make love to you, but I will try to hold myself back and take wha
tever time you need.”

  Lena closed her eyes and wept.

  “What is wrong, Lena? Why are you crying? What can I do?”

  “I’m afraid, Lenore! I’m so afraid!”

  “Of what?” Lenore asked, kissing Lena’s cheek.

  Lena started shaking. She clutched Lenore’s arm, pulling it tight to her chest.

  “Lenore… I’m afraid of you!”

  Seventeen

  “Literal Lenore” misunderstood Lena’s use of the word “fear.”

  “But Lena… I will not hurt you! Remember? I tried to let you take your bath by yourself. I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you!”

  “That’s not it, Lenore! I’m not afraid of you hurting me. I’m afraid of losing myself inside you! I’m afraid that if we do this I might never want to be with a man! I might never want to leave you because once we’re lovers… I could… I’ll lose my dream! Lenore… You’re so… You’re so… God, Lenore, if I make love to you I might get lost inside you and I might never want to leave! I already love you so much I feel like I’m already losing my dream! If we make love… I may never love a man! I want to be in love with a man, Lenore!”

  The Wild Child flipped sideways in the tub and grabbed Lenore, burying her head in Lenore’s shoulder, weeping. Lena clutched Lenore, pressing her fingers into Lenore’s back, not wanting to succumb to her urges and move forward, not wanting to abandon her lover.

  “But I love you, Lenore! I love you so much I can’t breathe sometimes! I feel so alone and afraid when I’m not with you! I never want to lose you! But… I want a man! I want to love a man, and I want to live with a man, and I want a man to make love to me, and someday I want to have a baby with my husband! I never wanted to be a lesbian, Lenore!”

  Lenore finally understood the carnage she had unleashed upon Lena’s innocent soul. She struggled against unchecked seductive impulses, saying words she meant but did not believe she could fulfill as she caressed Lena’s head.

  “Lena… Lena, my beautiful Wild Child! I will wait! I will not do this if you are not ready. I will get out of this tub, I will put on some clothes, and I will let you enjoy the rest of your bath in peace. I will even sleep in the other room if I must! I will sleep on the couch each night and I will hold back every desire if it means proving to you how much I love you!”

  Lenore returned Lena’s frantic clutching and grabbing, welding their bodies, desperate to strengthen her faith. “Lena… I will wait for you! I will never stop loving you, Wild Child, even if you tell me you never want me to make love to you! If I must wait forever and never once feel the joy of making love to you, then that is how long I will wait. But if I lose you… If I lose you because I forced you to do something you are not ready to do… I will never forgive myself. I will never forgive myself if I hurt you!”

  The waters calmed. Lena loosened her panicked grip. Lenore stroked and kissed Lena’s head. Instantly, a cloud lifted from Lena’s heart. Her tears dried and the cast on her face changed from fearful to indulgent. Every fear and hesitation fled. A firestorm of craving for the freaky supermodel incinerated Lena’s naïve imaginings of picket fences, and husbands, and babies.

  Lena finally understood. They were one soul. They were fated to become one soul from birth. They would always be one soul, whether men somehow barged their way into their shared heart or not.

  Four years of swelling passion exploded as Lena groped Lenore, splashing water out and onto the floor. She kissed Lenore with savage intensity, mashing and sucking on Lenore’s lips, tangling tongues and pouring herself into Lenore’s mouth.

  Lena wrestled herself on top of Lenore, indelicately slapping and grabbing at the seductress’s delicate pink. Lenore wrestled back on top of Lena, returning the Wild Child’s advances with novice fingers. The two rolled back and forth in the tub minute after minute, athletic bodies fighting each other for dominance, fanning the flames of too-long-suppressed urges.

  Lena abruptly slowed, kissing Lenore’s cheeks, breathless with lust. “Lenore… Take me to bed! Make love to me! PLEASE, Lenore, before I lose my nerve and before I wake up from this dream and before I want to jump out of this tub and run for the door! Make love to me, Lenore! PLEASE! Make love to me!”

  Lenore smiled, grabbed Lena’s hand, and kissed her palm. Without another word, the pair jumped from the tub and raced to the bedroom, water flying everywhere.

  Lenore made it to the bed first and Lena body-slammed her, overpowering Lenore with sinewy legs, pinning the thinner, lighter roommate spread eagle. Lena fingered Lenore’s pussy pitilessly, dry rubbing her clit in uncertain, rapid circles, kissing Lenore’s breasts, sucking on her nipples. Losing control, Lena sucked and lightly bit Lenore’s nipples, nibbling them to arousal.

  Lenore thrashed under Lena, turning loose the savage side of the Wild Child. Throwing all her strength into a shove, Lenore tossed the stronger Wild Child to the edge of the bed, then wrestled Lena onto her back. The two flailed and fought, rolling back and forth, wildly slapping hands to each other’s flesh, at times playfully pulling hair and growling at one another, kissing hungrily as passions careened.

  Lenore attempted a return of Lena’s mindless advances, writhing atop Lena’s prone body, kissing and licking her chest. The Wild Child screamed, lifting Freaky Baby off the bed like a rag doll, flipping her and slamming Lenore onto her back. The resulting, limb-flailing bounce released a hidden chamber of lewd prurience within Lenore’s heart. Lenore shoved her index finger into Lena’s pussy and punctured the roommate’s virgin hole. Lena snarled, grabbing Lenore’s hand and slapping it aside.

  Pinning Lenore to her back, Lena grabbed Lenore’s by the wrists and spread her arms wide. The superior wrestler wedged her legs between Lenore’s and wrapped their limbs together, holding Lenore motionless. Lena forced herself on Lenore, kissing the trapped woman and licking her face until Lenore freed one of her arms and puckishly pitted the aggressor.

  The Wild Child shrieked with laughter. Shooting upward, Lenore wriggled free and sprang to her knees, tackling Lena backward on the bed. She pouncing on Lena in a 69 position, shoving her pussy into Lena’s mouth while pressing her lips into Lena’s labia. The tangy-sweet flavor of Lena’s flange intoxicated Lenore. The elegant supermodel slurped like a slobbering Labrador.

  Thoughtless debauchery possessed the girls. Lena licked into Lenore’s pussy. She sucked on Lenore’s labia. She punctured Lenore’s box with her fingers. Thoughtlessly inserting two fingers at once, Lena stretched Lenore’s curiously post-hymen vagina and sucked her clit. In her crazed assault, The Wild Child unwittingly shoved a flying finger up Lenore’s virgin anus, sending the model instantly to the painful edge of ecstasy. Lenore responded in gentler kind, at the other end of their tangled flesh teasing her Wild Child’s birth canal while lapping at her snatch.

  With a sharp, momentary jolt of pain, Lena’s hymen declined its protective service. Lenore ignored the trickle of blood dripping onto her face and persisted in puncturing Lena’s poon. Rapt with depravity, Lenore spit repeatedly into Lena’s hole, adding additional lube and cushion to pleasure the no-longer-virgin.

  With time, the two settled into a milder frenzy.

  Lenore slipped a finger into Lena’s sensitive, reddish, blood and spit-soaked pussy. Lena shook and gasped.

  Lena slipped a finger into Lenore’s slippery, pinkish pussy. Lenore shook and gasped.

  Lenore slipped a second finger into Lena’s pussy, stretching her further and reigniting a fresh trickle of blood. Lena’s body quaked, the happy hedonist oblivious to Lenore’s proximity to her bloody flow.

  Lena slipped two more fingers into Lenore’s pussy. Lenore’s legs twitched and convulsed.

  Lena tickled Lenore’s clit with her tongue and finger-fucked her lover with three, vagina-expanding fingers, offering her girlfriend a shortcut to a penetration-fueled orgasm. Lenore returned the favor, feeling shaking and twitching in Lena’s legs as she tutored Lena to her first climax.

  A m
ystical, foggy oneness settled over the girls as they sucked on clits, licked labia, and probed pussies. They felt their lover’s passion building within their own body. As Lenore flicked Lena’s clit, Lenore felt a tingle run through her muff. As Lena stuck her fingers into Lenore’s box, Lena felt fullness in her fuck hole.

  The girls’ tits tingled and their bodies submerged into pleasure. Their legs trembled as their bodies anticipated orgasm. Their breathing linked and quickened, panting together, building their lover toward the brink of release.

  “Oh God! Lenore… Oh God! I think… I think… Oh God!”

  A synchronized flash of light blinded the women, colorful streaks of prismatic lightening exploding before their clenched eyes.

  “Lena! Aaaaahhhhhhhhh…! Leeeenaaaa…!”

  Still clenched in a 69, the girls wrapped their legs around each other’s head and climaxed. Electric jolts coursed through their bodies as the girls experienced their first shared orgasm of their four-year relationship. In their cheeks, they felt the rippling quiver of a lover’s spasming thighs. The slippy, sloppy leftovers of pussy juice coated their lips.

  In time, their quaking tapered and they released their vise-like grips, relaxing, heaving and breathlessly panting. The Wild Child recovered first, animalism rushing her to a lurid outlet for her lust.

  Lena spun on the bed and moved to Lenore’s feet, clawing at her roommate, growling like a feline on the prowl. Lena licked her tongue up and down the top of Lenore’s left foot. She nibbled on Lenore’s toes and spread her tongue against Lenore’s ankle, crawling menacingly up Lenore’s leg. Lena ran her parted teeth against Lenore’s calf, moving back and forth, from inner to outer parts of Lenore’s thigh, moving closer and closer to Lenore’s still-tingling twat.

  Lenore’s formerly fearful friend released a demonic laugh, piercing into Lenore’s eyes with an authoritative stare. “So, my spicy, Spanish beauty... Let’s see how your sweet, supermodel body tastes before I eat… every… fucking... INCH!”