by Golden Angel
Chapter 3
Waiting for the evening was agony. All day Lady Gwendolyn had been distracted, unable to pay close attention to any of her embroidery or the chattering of her maid. During dinner she was barely able to eat, her stomach was fluttering with excitement... only a few more hours and she'd be away from the keep.
"Ah, my Gwendolyn is the perfect young maiden," her father's boasting voice interrupted her reverie as he listed her virtues to a visiting merchant, and she smiled as she listened to him. He was so proud of her. It made her heart quail a little to think of what he would do if he ever found out her new extracurricular activities... but as she smiled at the big brawny man with dark black hair she didn't feel any fear. Obviously he had no clue otherwise he wouldn't be extolling her virtues in such an enthusiastic manner, and why should he guess? She had been very careful not to let anyone catch her. Not even her personal maid suspected, much less her father whom she only saw at mealtimes.
Before bedtime Gwendolyn sneakily snuck some sleeping powder into Brandy's evening cup of milk, wanting to be sure that her maid slept through her Lady's exit. Brandy didn't wake easily anyway, not until the sun's rays slipped into her window, but Gwendolyn wanted to be absolutely sure. At night only Brandy would be able to possibly catch her, their rooms being connected by a door in case her mistress had need of her in the night. It was child play for Gwendolyn to slip the powder into her maid's drink, she sent her out of the room to look for her favorite brush (conveniently hidden in her closet) while she poured it in and mixed it. When Brandy returned empty handed she forgave her maid and sat quietly as Brandy drank her milk and tucked her in. The pretty maid’s eyelids were already getting heavy as she bade her mistress goodnight and stumbled a little back to her own room.
Quietly getting out of her bed Gwendolyn pulled on a new outfit that she had taken from the laundry room. The pretty pink blouse gave her cheeks more color and the light blue skirt flowed about her legs as she walked. Putting a dark, light summer cloak over her new apparel, she snuck out of the keep and out towards the meadow.
Looking up at the stars as she walked through the meadow, she sighed happily, scanning the dark woods ahead for signs of her "Knight". There seemed to be a dark figure over to her right, back turned away from the meadow, and she walked quietly over.
"Al?" she asked when she was close... and the man turned with a start of surprise. No, it was not Al, this man had black hair and cruel looking green eyes; as he looked over the equally startled maid his lips curved in an evil looking smile.
"Hello pretty maid," he said, quickly advancing towards her as she stumbled back towards the meadow. "Don't leave... I can think of plenty of things for us to do while you're here..."
Gwendolyn opened her mouth to scream for help, but just as she did she tripped over a protruding root and fell back heavily, knocking the breath out of her so that all that emitted from her soft lips was a gasp. The man's eyes widened in anticipation as her descent had caused her cloak to fall open, revealing the luscious heaving breasts encased in soft pink cotton, her skirt had fallen back to expose the smooth creamy curves of her ankles and shapely calves.
"Very nice," he murmured, and Gwendolyn chocked, hand on her throat as she tried to make her voice work, scrambling away from his slowly advancing form. Even an innocent like herself could recognize the intent of harm in his eyes.
When he was almost atop her she tried to kick out at him but his hand caught her ankle, and he smiled down cruelly at her, sliding his other hand up her shapely calf and pulling her leg high in the air so that her skirt slid further down, revealing half her thigh. Gwendolyn sobbed inarticulately, too terrified to scream.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "We're going to have a lot of fun together." One hand had strong grip on her ankle as the other began to undo his breeches.
Suddenly something big slammed into him from the side, making him release her ankle. Grunts and gasps filled the air, along with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and Gwendolyn pulled her cloak over her, sobbing as she hid herself from view. Peeking through the folds of the cloak she watched as two figures in the moonlight hit and flailed at each other, occasionally knocking each other down. Finally, as she held one hand to her mouth in fear, one of them stumbled the other way, groaning and clutching his stomach as he retreated swiftly through the trees. The other turned towards her, and she gasped as Al's features became clear in the moonlight.
Jumping up she went to help him, using the inner edge of her cloak to blot away the blood from his swollen lip.
"Are you all right?" she asked, voice shaky as she cradled his head in her arms, supporting his body with her legs as she kneeled on the ground, his upper body propped against hers.
"I'm in the arms of my Lady," he said, smiling up at her. "Of course I'm all right... are you all right?"
Numbly, Gwendolyn nodded. Scared, shaken, but unharmed.
"I'm sorry I was late," he said, grinning sheepishly, "It was harder for me to get away then I thought it would be."
"Your timing was perfect," she said, smiling down at him.
Eventually they got up and went back towards the meadow, stopping at the edge of the forest where he sat with his back against a tree and held her in his arms as they looked up at the stars twinkling in the night sky. In his embrace, she felt safe again, completely secure in the knowledge that he would protect her. It was a nice feeling. She stroked the muscles through the fabric of his shirt as her head tucked itself under his chin. They talked, softly, just enjoying each other's company.
As the clock struck midnight she pulled back a little from him. "I have to go," she said softly, "I must get some sleep."
"I as well," he replied. But before she could move, he pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped strongly about her slender waist as their lips met. Kissing her gently, he began to press his lips more firmly against hers, her hands clutching his shoulders as her breasts flattened against his chest. Her lips parted beneath his and he slid his tongue into her mouth, startling her (what did gentle ladies know of passionate kisses?) and then she moaned as she leaned into the kiss, her own tongue moving with his. Molded together they kissed like that, basking in the glow of their passion. Gwendolyn could feel something hard under her buttocks where she was sitting in his lap, but most of her attention was on the sweet passion of his kisses, intoxicating her.
Finally they parted, her lips feeling bruised and swollen so intensely he'd kissed her.
"Meet me here two afternoons from now?" he asked, whispering, and she nodded. Pressing her lips against his for one last kiss, she got up and he walked her across the meadow to the gate, where he kissed her hand and watched her as she retreated through the village, back to the keep.
Gwendolyn snuck back up to her room, her body tingling with new sensations. Although they had been kissing, there was a feeling in the pink wet lips of her love spot that she couldn't quite describe. Shivering a little, she let her fingers brush her private area, and shuddered with the pleasant feelings and the naughtiness of touching herself down there.
In bed she fell deeply asleep, dreams filled with a laughing brown haired knight, riding a white steed.
Chapter 4
It was a bright sunny day when Gwendolyn went out to meet Al again, filled with excitement and anticipation. Blue skirt rippling around her creamy legs she hurried through the village, occasionally one hand drifting up to pat the kerchief over her brown braids. Amber eyes glinted gold in the sunlight as she quickly walked, a basket full of sweets in one of her arms. She wanted to have a mid-afternoon picnic with him. Her father and Brandy thought that she had taken refuge in the coolness of the library - a past time which she had often indulged in. Taking the basket of sweets she'd told them not to worry if she missed dinner. Barring some kind of attack on the keep there was no way that she'd be disturbed there, and no one had attacked the keep in four generations. Gwendolyn was giddy with the excitement of having the whole afternoon and a good portion of the evenin
g free to spend with Al.
She ran across the field to meet him, skirt whipping around her legs as the basket and her pretty breasts bounced. Catching her up in his arms, he twirled her around and kissed her soft lips with a resounding *smack* as she flung her arms happily about his shoulders.
"My Lady has brought me something I see!" He kissed her again, and tried to peek in the basket, a little child looking for sweets.
"A reward for good service from my handsome knight," she told him laughing.
"In that case," and she shrieked as he swept her up into his arms, one secured behind her back and the other under her knees so that the basket could rest on her belly and her head (not so incidentally) on his broad shoulder, "I have found a small clearing where we may enjoy our repast."
Although she protested, he carried her the short distance to the clearing. It was truly beautiful, edged with flowers, and there was a small waterfall - the height of a man - the poured down into a charming little pond, full of clear water. Gwendolyn pulled the blanket from the basket and settled it on the ground near the edge of the pond. Stepping over to the clear water she looked down and saw that it wasn't very deep and the bottom of it was covered with sand.
"It's a spring," Al said from behind her, making her jump a little as he wrapped his arms about her waist and looked over her shoulder. "Clean pure water... good for drinking or bathing."
"Well," she said, giggling and tossing her head a little, "Bathing we shall not do!" Al laughed, squeezing her waist a little tighter.
They basked in the warm sunlight, finger-feeding each other the sweets. It made Gwendolyn giggle when he sucked on her fingertips as he licked the last bits of sugar and pastry off her hand. There was an exciting burning in his eyes when she returned the favor, nibbling gently on his fingertips and using her small pink tongue to lick the icing from his hand. Scooting a little closer to her he wrapped an arm around her waist.
"I think I've been deceived," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver as it sent delighted tingles up and down her spine. "You most certainly are a wench, no Lady would ever tease her adoring knight so without a chance of a kiss."
"One might," she said, utterly serious as she realized that she must let him know of her chastity and the need to keep her maiden-head... not that she could phrase it in such indelicate terms of course (the very thought made her want to die of humiliation. Amber eyes earnest as they gazed into his, she continued, "when a father wants to keep her dowry low."
A pause as he interpreted her meaning, coming to the correct conclusion that this was not a maid to be tumbled in the heat of the moment.
Smiling down at her concerned face he brought her hand to his mouth. "Then kisses it is," and suddenly moved his mouth from her hand to her lips, making her giggle as he pressed her down against the blanket. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he passionately and deeply kissed her.
Pulling away, he smiled and stroked her hair, "Perhaps you are a wench... my wench AND my Lady."
"Perhaps I am," she conceded, and wantonly grasped his hair to pull him down for another kiss, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Tingles were running excitedly all through her body as their lips molded together, his body hard next to hers, one of his legs pressing between her own, and she moaned a little as his grip on her tightened.
He pulled away gasping for breath, "A moment, please my lady..."
"But I don't want you to stop." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Smiling ruefully at her, he said, "We must... My Lady's chastity is of utmost importance you see... and she teases me dreadfully so that I must take a moment to compose myself."
"Oh..." Gwendolyn was at a loss for words, she really didn't know much of the ways between a man and a woman.
Al smiled at her, and his fingers caressed her stomach where his hand lay, smoothing the thin cotton cloth over her skin. "Gwen... Would this be endangering my Lady's chastity do you think?"
"Noooo..." said Gwendolyn, the word drawn out as she sucked in breath, her pink folds were getting wet beneath her skirt, already excited as her body was. Panting a little, she watched, completely enthralled as his hand moved higher, the palm cupping one cotton covered breast, and making her heart flutter anxiously in her chest as she stared at the fingers curved over her soft mound, the massaging tips making little darts of pleasure run through her.
"And this, Gwen?" His eyes were locked on hers, seeing the confusion and excitement.
"I don't know," she whispered, "Is it?"
"What do you think?" His voice was husky as his lips descended on hers, his hand squeezing her cotton covered flesh gently, making her moan against his mouth as the pleasure swept over her. Her other hand cupped her other breast, making her ache with need... although what she needed was undefined. Something hard was pressing against her thigh as they kissed and his hands gently squeezed and massaged her flesh.
When he pulled his mouth away they both looked down to see her hard pink nipples poking through the thin cotton, and he ran his fingertips over them gently, making her back arch as she gasped.
"I think..." her voice was shaking as she felt lightheaded. "I think we need to stop... just for today."
Al nodded, understanding. The complex emotions in her pretty amber eyes gave him an idea of what she was going through... she wanted more, but later. When she'd had more time to assimilate everything.
When she left to go back to the keep they kissed passionately and she clung to him a little, her body aching pleasantly all over. Bending his head down he kissed each cloth covered mound gently, making her shudder as excitement and arousal coursed through her veins. They agreed to meet again the next night, this time he'd meet her at the gate which she was not to leave until he got there.
Lady Gwendolyn snuck back into the keep and to her room, then down to the library where she emerged an hour later. Although she'd tried to read during that hour she'd been completely unsuccessful as the day's events kept running through her mind... he was so wonderful, so gentle, so charming... why oh why did he have to be a peasant?
Chapter 5
When Lady Gwendolyn snuck out it was with her maid Brandy snoring under the influence of sleeping powder again. Excitement fluttered in her chest as she made her way through the streets of the village, bursting into glad joy when she saw the familiar figure of Al waiting for her at the gate. Rushing towards him they exchanged kisses on lips and cheeks, so excited they were to see each other.
Walking slowly through the meadow, they held hands and talked as they looked up at the stars. It was much more pleasant than the beginning of their last nighttime rendezvous, she felt safe and very happy as they walked and talked. The stars twinkled benignly overhead as they made their way to what she now thought of as "their" clearing, the nighttime sky reflected prettily in the pool.
Standing under the stars, he held her in his arms and they mutely watched the nighttime sky, his hands caressing her arms and sides. Occasionally she would raise her lips to his for a kiss, and their tongues would slide passionately into each other's mouths before they'd separate and look back up to the stars.
Finally Gwendolyn gathered her courage, "Al… I've been thinking…"
He turned his head down towards hers, smiling, "Yes Gwen… my dearest Lady?"
Smiling she continued, "I've been thinking about my Lady's chastity… and…"
"And?" his eyebrows were raised in surprise and delight.
"And…" her voice was nearly a whisper, "I think that what we did… what you wanted last time might be all right…" Pulling herself away from his arms a little, she began to pull the pink cotton blouse over her head, hands eagerly coming forward to help her. With her upper body bared to him under the stars, she blushed and looked away as his eyes devoured the sight of her creamy large breasts, hanging globes of temptation, topped with ripe strawberry nipples.
He groaned low in his throat.
"You're so beautiful." Then he swept her up in
his arms to devour her mouth with kisses. Gwendolyn moaned and her knees trembled as his hands stroked the bare skin of her back, moving quickly over the soft silkiness of her flesh. When his kisses began to move down her jaw line and onto her neck she thought she would faint with pleasure. Lips pressed against her collarbone and she gasped with the strong sensations that were coursing through her.
"I think I need to sit down," she said, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He nodded and carefully lowered her to the ground. Laying her back on her cloak, he stripped off his own shirt to that they were both nude above the waist and he laid his hard body atop hers, bare chest pressing against her soft breasts. As they kissed heatedly she could feel her skin flushing with pleasure, his hands running up and down her sides as his weight pressed her into the ground. Something hard pressed against her groin, and she moaned low in her throat as his lips began to move once more down her neck.
Kisses burning a fiery path over her collarbone and shoulders, his hands cupped her heavy globes gently, thumbs brushing lightly over her hard pink nipples. Gwendolyn panted as her whole body seemed to be on fire, her hands running over the smooth flesh of his muscles, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against her fingers. His tongue traced a path down between her breasts, sliding under the sensitive undersides of her mounds. Arching her back she let out a small cry as his tongue ran over her tender nipple, tickling and tantalizing the sweet bud.
Gwendolyn's body shuddered sweetly as his lips closed around her nipple, suckling at it and creating havoc in her burning place of love. She couldn't believe the intense feelings that were running over her, spurred by the nibbling of his teeth on her pink bud, it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt in the world. Lightheaded with the intensity of it, she let out another small cry as his mouth transferred its affections to her other nipple, leaving his fingers behind to pluck and rub against the wet one.
