White Lies and Other Half Truths

by Barbara Tiller Cole

  Darcy was grateful he was holding Elizabeth in a way in which she could not see his face. He truly had to hold his breathe not to burst out in hysterical laughter, but he knew that would not help in his quest to keep her whole trust. “Oh, love, I do not think you silly. I think you are quite beautiful and quite desirable. I actually find your interest in such things refreshing.” With that, he skillfully turned her around to face him and kissed her fully on the lips.

  The reality was that all this talk of pleasure and her spirited curiosity had raised his ardour, and he found himself quite hard. He knew he needed to continue to move slowly and deliberately, but with any luck he might allow himself to find his own release in Elizabeth’s presence today. He reckoned her curiosity almost demanded it.

  Darcy deepened the kiss and was thrilled at his eager student’s attempts to demonstrate she was benefiting from her lessons. While they were participating in a thrilling duel with their tongues, both of their hands began to wander.

  For Elizabeth, she parted his coat and began to unbutton the buttons of his vest. Her hands moved onto the planes of his chest through his thin shirt. As she reached his nipples, he began to groan. Liking the power she had over him, she stimulated them and found him moaning in satisfaction. Her mouth left his as she kissed her way down his face. She reached his neck and then continued to kiss down his chest until she reached his nipples and began to suckle them through his shirt.

  Darcy’s moans grew, as his hands had also been quite busy. He had moved his hands down the sides of her body, and had grabbed the twin globes of her bottom, pulling her hard against his manhood. He was quite pleased when he heard her moan “William,” against his chest.

  “Oh, my Luscious Lizzy, I see you have anticipated your next lesson,” he gasped, as his hands moved up her back until he found the buttons at the back of her neck and began to unbutton the small buttons to allow him to lower the top of her gown. He pulled her back up to look at him and his eyes, darkened in their passion, seemed to burn a hole into her soul. “Love, will you allow me to take your hair down? I long to see it wild and free.”

  “Let me do it, I can do it quicker and easier,” and she quickly removed all the pins from her hair and shook it free.

  “Oh, sweet Lizzy, you are so, so beautiful,” and he buried his hands into the back of her hair, kissing her along the hairline until he shifted and gave her a long, deep passion-filled kiss on her mouth.

  He then stopped and lowered the top of her gown. Both of them found their breath catch, as he revelled in the first viewing of her breasts beneath her chemise.

  “No stays today, love?” he asked breathlessly.

  “No, as I believe I was longing for you to touch my breasts,” she was equally breathless.

  Darcy lowered one side and then the other of her chemise. “Oh, no, I do not want to just touch them. I wish to taste them.”

  He then lowered his tongue to lave the edges of her aureoles and round and round until he came closer to the tip of her hardened ripe bud. Her aureoles were like light milk chocolate; and the tips hardened into a tight, red, hard berry.

  He teased the tip by circling it with the tip his tongue. Then when he felt he could stand it no longer, he suckled her entire nipple into his mouth; hot and salivating, he tasted sweet nectar, the essence of his Luscious Lizzy’s strawberry essence. It was pure ecstasy.

  Elizabeth found she could no longer focus on anything but the feel of her nipple in his hot mouth. He kissed across one breast down into the deep valley in between, and over to the other ripe bud. He laved and suckled her other tip until she arched her back, pushing herself harder against him. By the time he began to nip at the tight berry at the centre, neither had conscious thought as she rocked harder and faster against him. His teeth grazed her tip a bit harder as he suckled, it sent her over the edge, and she gasped his name and hugged him to her trembling body.

  They both gathered their thoughts, as Darcy moved her head so he could gaze into her eyes. So aroused, he was having a difficult time thinking clearly.

  “Oh, yes, Lizzy! Your enthusiasm does you credit indeed. However, that was not the end of the lesson I had planned for today–-but we can stop for the day, if you desire.”

  “Oh, William, I am more than willing to learn more. In fact, I long for you to touch me… touch me…”

  “Will you allow me to lay you back on the blanket, my sweet, Luscious Lizzy?”

  Elizabeth lay back against the blanket.

  Darcy’s breath caught as he beheld her. Her hair splayed out in all directions, her breasts bared to him, her lips swollen and engorged. He realized this next step could prove his undoing if he did not keep himself under tight regulation. He could never remember a time when he had desired anything more. But he could do this for Elizabeth...

  He smiled at her, and his hand began to trace a path from her ankle slowly and steadily up her calf. When he reached the bend in her leg, he lightly drew circles around the back of her knee before continuing the journey upward along the inside of her thigh. They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. A small smile was exchanged—it communicated the depth of emotions they were experiencing.

  As he continued his journey upwards, she found her legs quite naturally parted in anticipation. As he approached her centre with his hand, she moaned deeply as she slowly began undulating her hips in anticipation... Darcy opened one side of her small clothes and cupped her sex.

  When his finger first touched her small pearl, this alone was nearly enough to send her over the edge. She rocked against his hand and their eyes locked, exchanging a gaze of pure desire. He moved one finger to separate her folds. She was so wet Darcy gasped as he began to touch her. He added another finger, simulating the motion of mating.

  Darcy’s thoughts were many. It took every lesson of restraint he had been taught, every thought of his deep love for her, and his rational brain to remind him of her innocence, not take her right there and then. His nostrils caught a scent of her sex, mixed with the lavender essence that meant Elizabeth to him, and he literally prayed that God would help restrain him. As her breath quickened, he sensed her release was near, and he leaned down kissing her deeply. His tongue mimicked the actions of his fingers, and within a minute her release sparked and burst into flames as she cried his name against his lips. Her trembling was so intense that it literally lifted her shoulders off the ground. He continued his ministrations, slower, with less intensity until she calmed herself.

  He raised his head to look at her, and what he saw was pure erotic desire. She wanted, needed him to find such a release as well.

  Elizabeth ran her hand along his face and gazed at him with love and gratitude, “William, please lay back on the blanket now.” He obeyed her as her eyes locked with his.

  “William, it is your turn. Please, show me how to please you,” she begged, running her hand along his length through his clothes.

  His breathe caught in his throat. “Lizzy, you need not...”

  Before he could say anything more she put her finger to his lips as she sat up. “No, William I want to do this. I need to do this. I need to see you. You wish me to be a good student, do you not?” she said as she opened the front of his breeches, reached in to pull his length into her warm hand.

  Darcy gasped at the first sensation of her touch. “Oh, God, Elizabeth!”

  “Hmm, you do not look like my horse at all.” She moved her hand up and around his tip. As she touched him, a little fluid escaped. She ran her hand around him and whispered, “It is as smooth as velvet and as hard as iron. William, you must show me what to do.”

  He placed his hand over hers, and moved both of their hands up and down his length, starting at the base and slightly twisting to the right as he reached the top. When he thought she had the rhythm and the pressure he liked, he allowed himself to sink back into pure pleasure. Oh, Good God, I have never felt such pleasure. Never! Lizzy is exquisite! Indescribable! That was the last truly rational thought he ha
d, as his hips rose and fell to match the movement of her hand.

  Elizabeth remembered her lesson from two days prior, and began to verbally encourage him as she continued the rhythm and movement he had shown her. “Let go, William, let go, let go. This is only for you, only for you, let go, let go.”

  That tipped the scales, as his movement became frenetic. He erupted into her hands.

  When he returned to rationality, he reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and wiped her hands, kissing them. “Thank you, my love, thank you,” and with that he pulled her to him.

  Once he finished cleaning off her hands, he sought to see if she was uneasy—thankful to see no fear, he shared, “Oh, my love, this fluid on your hands—when we are joined as man and wife—will be the seed that will, God willing, give us a child in the future. Are you well, my love?”

  “Yes, William. I love you.”

  After a few minutes, they gathered themselves together enough to right their clothing, and prepared to leave their glen. They walked hand in hand for a while, in comfortable silence. Occasionally, they would stop to gaze at each other and smile, or perhaps for a short kiss.

  After some time, Lizzy broke the silence, “William, have you heard from Georgiana? Is she not due to arrive late tomorrow? How is she?”

  “She is well, and I believe she is looking forward to having a new sister, Lizzy. She seems very animated, and excited that she is to come for the wedding. I believe without even meeting her, you have brightened her spirits. I know she is not yet over what happened at Ramsgate, but I hope she is on the path to finding her way past the painful memories. I know you will be able to help her. The Darcys have been in want of a bit of liveliness, I believe.”

  “You do not seem to want for liveliness, William,” Lizzy said as she lightly laughed, raising her eyebrow in his direction.

  “Well my love, I do not believe I have ever felt as open, or comfortable with anyone as I do with you. Oh, I have always been close to my cousin Richard, and we have shared a lot over the years. But he is older than I, and has always had a tendency to tease me over the slightest weakness. I have to be guarded in what I say to him.”

  “Well, you appear to like my teasing? Am I wrong?”

  “You are not wrong, Lizzy. Your teasing is delightful. Richard’s has a tendency to be embarrassing and calculating. Then there is my friendship with Charles, but I often feel like his elder brother. He needs me to assist and guide him, so it is very rare for me to turn to him with my own concerns or needs.”

  “You feel you can be open with me, William? I hope you can always share your concerns and needs. It may not be what I learned from my parents, but I would like for us to have the type of union in which we are able to share anything with each other. I know I would like that. I believe we have been able to do so thus far!” Lizzy blushed, slightly embarrassed.

  He stopped and turned to her, “Yes, my Luscious Lizzy, I believe that our openness will serve us quite well.” He pulled her to him for a long kiss. Both knew they would soon be back at Longbourn and savoured their treasured intimacy.

  They talked a bit more about the schedule for the morrow, the arrival of William’s family late in the day, and their trip to see the Great House at Stoke.

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  Many people considered Mr. Randolph Hurst to be a lush and a drunkard. But Hurst was actually neither. He was a dissatisfied man. He detested his own life.

  He had met Louisa Bingley at a ball in London, and had fallen deeply in love with her over the course of three dances and several conversations that evening. He found that he was a lost man long before he met her detestable sister. Hurst hated, yes hated, his sister-in-law. Unfortunately for him, his wife Louisa, loved her sister and insisted on having her around the majority of the time.

  Caroline behaved in every way the older sister, and Louisa allowed her to do so. She did everything she could to control everyone around her, including the Hursts. She was judgmental, catty, and everything wicked in Hurst’s estimation.

  Over the last several years, Hurst had begun drinking heavily from time to time, to escape the inanity of his own life. Though more often than not, he would simply fake sleep or drunkenness to escape the fruitless, petty, degrading conversations Caroline would engage in with Louisa.

  Since arriving in Hertfordshire, it had grown much worse. Hurst recognized, almost immediately, how much Darcy was attracted to the pert Miss Elizabeth Bennet. Well, let us just say that he had noticed Darcy’s attraction to her; and how Darcy would cope by turning to a window, so that no one would see. But Hurst saw. Hurst could not blame Darcy, as Miss Elizabeth was everything lovely, buxom, and beautiful. Everything that his shrew of a sister-in-law was not!

  How Caroline thought she had ever had a slight chance with Darcy was beyond Hurst’s comprehension. He saw Darcy attempting not to laugh in her presence from time to time. More recently, he saw how Darcy struggled with his anger at her quite catty comments and ludicrous presumptions.

  Since Darcy had announced his engagement to Miss Eliza Bennet, Caroline had become increasingly desperate. She had attempted to corner Darcy and tell him of Miss Eliza’s unsuitability. She continued to remind Darcy that Miss Eliza had once preferred Mr. Wickham. She tried to show Darcy how much more accomplished she was than Miss Eliza. Lately, she seemed to be trying to catch Darcy unawares.

  Hurst wondered if she was plotting a trap of some type, in order to appear to have been compromised. It would be just like her! Her sole purpose in life for years had been to be Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy.

  As Hurst came upon the back parlour, Caroline was pacing and muttering to herself and he decided to listen:

  … the bright orange one with the orange lace and the plunging neckline. Oh, and my silk orange… Hmmm, yes, that should attract his notice…

  As an aside, Hurst doubted that it would attract anyone’s notice, except the local gypsies. They might like her orange-coloured clothing enough to take her away with them. Hurst doubted that anyone would find his flat-chested chit of a sister-in-law alluring.

  Hurst continued to listen to her mutterings. He was grateful he had heard at least some of what she was considering. He would not let her succeed in her plot. He owed it to Darcy. And he owed it to himself.

  Mr. Hurst walked away before Caroline could exit the library. He had a slight smile on his face.

  Chapter 12

  8 December 1811

  Mr. Bennet had just sent Darcy and Elizabeth off on their errand for the day. He had his stable hand prepare his curricle and two best horses for their morning ride, including some warm rugs in case they were needed. The couple had seemed quite happy. Mr. Bennet could not have been more grateful that such a match had been found for his Lizzy. He also knew she would be grateful to have a day away from the demands of her mother and wedding preparations.

  Instead of returning to the house, he decided to sit in the garden for a few minutes. Walking toward the garden, he thanked God for the gift of love that his daughter, Elizabeth, and his godson, Darcy, had found together.

  As he sat on the bench in the garden, he saw Jane returning from a walk with Mr. Bingley. Jane was his oldest and was, by far, the most serene. He had been expecting Charles Bingley to come for her hand in marriage for over a week now. But he suspected the two had decided not to interrupt the happiness of Darcy and Elizabeth, and were waiting until after the wedding to approach him.

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  Jane Bennet said good-bye to Mr. Bingley and went to her room, contemplating the last two weeks. She had just begun to realize how jealous she was of her sister Elizabeth. Elizabeth always seemed to be able to say exactly what she felt. Some people called her impertinent. But to Jane, Elizabeth was the perfect example of what she wanted to be.

  Jane had been the 'good and perfect' daughter for so long that it made her ill. Most recently, Jane had discovered she often had to fight with a dialogue in her head. It was a dialogue of the words she wished she could say. Tho
se thoughts were often tumbling through her mind as she spoke.

  The night before, when her mother had tried to take the credit for Elizabeth's choices for her trousseau, she had thought and had wanted to say, Good Lord, mother, do you not know that Elizabeth and I went behind you and changed many of your recommendations! We hate your tendency to over-ornament all of our gowns. We hate lace! But no! Everyone expected her to be the perfect lady, so she never let anyone know what she was really thinking!

  Jane also had been considering what Elizabeth had said of Mr. Darcy's kisses. Jane had determined that perhaps, Mr. Bingley was too much like she was--at least when it came to sharing his feelings. If he did not take the initiative soon to kiss her, she might just take it upon herself. Yes! Maybe it is time for me to be bold!

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  After Jane had entered, Mr. Bennet saw Mary walking towards the house with a book in her hand, never looking up as she reached the door. Mr. Bennet chucked as his thoughts turned to his daughter Mary. Mary was by no means unattractive. She just chose not to worry about such things. Mary had lately intrigued Mr. Bennet, as he had noticed she no longer seemed to quote Fordyce. He had also seen her sneaking in and out of his library on more than one occasion. He found himself wondering again, what would become of Mary.

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  Mary Bennet was thought by many to be a boring, over-religious zealot. This was what she wanted them to believe. Mary hid her secret life behind a carefully constructed veil of white lies.