Before I say another word to Eliza, her mouth is on my breast. She's licking and feasting on it as she had done with my tongue.
"Yes, that's it," I tell her, surprised that she would move that quickly.
Eliza’s arm comes around my waist so that she can bring me closer to her. The heavy breathing from her nose is making me wet.
"Rub my hole through my panties," I whisper into the darkness.
Her hand goes between my legs that are open for her. Bringing two fingers to my hole, Eliza begins to rub while I begin to grind.
“That’s it. God, yes, that’s how you can please me.” I run a hand through her hair and close my eyes.
It's a dream come true. The dreams that I've always had of Eliza. The ones that leave me soaking wet in the morning when I wake up. The dreams are finally coming true.
I close my eyes, a smile on my face as Eliza feels the wetness soaking through the panties. She gasps from the shock of it.
“You’ve always done that to me. Now can you see where Courtney wouldn’t want to be with me?” I giggle.
This makes her take her mouth off my breast, and we laugh together. The tension between us no longer there. It feels so good for Eliza to know that I can’t stop thinking about her, that I want her.
"You don't need a man, sweetie. You have me," I whisper to her as she lays her head on my shoulder. Then, Eliza slides her hand away from my panties and up my body.
To have her hold me is a dream in itself.
Chapter Eleven
I wake up to hear banging on my door. My eyes open wide, and I see that Eliza is still sleeping.
"Don't tell me that you're just waking up, Stephanie!" My mother shouts from the other side of the door. She seems happy, though, excited.
I nudge Eliza, and she opens her eyes. I put a finger to my lips so that she knows to stay quiet. I get out of bed. I make it to the bathroom and close the door behind me.
"If she knows that you've slept in my bed, she's going to raise hell. You stay in here while I listen to her rave about last night," I explain quickly and shut the bathroom as I head to my dresser and take out clothes.
“Are you listening to me?” I can tell that her mouth is against the door.
“Mother, I’m getting dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs,” I tell her, sounding sleepy even though I’m not. I love that the part I get from her is being to act when I need to.
"Fine, there will be coffee waiting for you," my mother says sighing. I hear her move away from the door just as Eliza opens the bathroom door.
She's naked. I love staring at her body now that I have the curtain pushed aside to let the sun in. Eliza blushes.
“You are very sexy.” I grin and go to her.
I kiss her on the mouth gently and get dressed quickly.
“Your mother would be upset…” Eliza gives me a frown.
“She would be, but it’s none of her business. She’s gone tomorrow, maybe even tonight.” I roll my eyes.
I let Eliza know it's not that big of a deal. My mother is hardly here to understand what goes on in her house.
I unlock the door and head downstairs to meet her like I said I would.
"Don't even be loud this morning, Mother. I had a hard time falling asleep last night." I hold my hand up as I go into the dining room.
Betty gives me a small smirk, though her eyes are beaming with laughter and I giggle a little. I can’t help it.
"I thought you'd like to see this. Not to mention, spend some time with me before I leave tonight." Mother raises her eyebrows at us as Betty makes herself disappear quickly.
“I already know about all this. I was there last night.” I look at the front page.
Sure enough, there's a picture of Mother and me together smiling for each other. I see how proud she is as I take my eyes off the photo.
“You’re not going to call your father this morning and apologize?” She folds her hands together on the table.
“No, I don’t believe I should have to. That woman he brought to the party was an embarrassment.” I sit back in my chair.
Usually, I get a coffee, but not this morning. I don't want to even be at the dining room table.
We hear someone coming down the stairs. I smile when Eliza comes into the room. She's wearing my favorite pair of jeans and has her hair up in a loose ponytail.
"Are you guys heading out?" my mother asks me.
“That was the plan. I wanted to show her around the grounds and show her just how beautiful this place is.” I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her.
I’m willing to say anything to get away from the table.
“My plane leaves in a few hours. I want to see you before I leave,” Mother warns me as I get up from the table.
I don't promise her anything. I didn't even want to leave my bedroom this morning.
I leave the dining room with my shoulders back. My head is head held high as she would like. I remember practicing it growing up for when she was home.
"Don't you think you're being a little too hard on your mother?" Eliza asks, taking my hand in hers when we are out of earshot.
I slip my hand away from hers, rubbing the back of my neck.
Eliza gives me a strange look.
“What?” I ask her, turning my eyes away from hers.
"I thought last night was special…" Eliza glares at me.
"It was, Eliza. It still is. I can't stop thinking about it. I have never brought any of my girlfriends here. My mother knows about it. She just doesn't want to see it." I hate making Eliza feel a certain way.
“Wow.” Eliza walks with me still, but she isn’t as close to me.
"Come on, don't be like that. All I have are rules when she's around. And besides, you think that we really have our privacy? The media is always looking for something so that they can just toss it into the papers," I point out to her.
I'm trying to plead my case. However, Eliza doesn't want to hear any of it.
"So, you're ashamed of me, of being seen with me?" Eliza nods her head, pretending that she understands.
“Don’t be a bitch. You know that’s not right.” I shake my head.
We are so close that I can call her that, and she won't get offended by it. I'm right. Eliza doesn't.
“I’ll take that for an answer for right now.” Eliza giggles.
I do feel bad though. We then make our way through the garden. Eliza bends to smell the flowers that are blooming.
“I just don’t understand why you despise your mother so much.” Eliza stands up straight and looks at me.
We walk to the gazebo and sit on the swing for a few minutes as we stare out at the pond. There's a family of ducks swimming the length of the pond.
"Stephanie?" she asks me, as if she were talking to herself.
It's not that I don't hear her, or that I don't want to answer her. But, how much would she truly hear before walking away?
That’s my real fear.
Chapter Twelve
"There are things that I don't want to talk about. That’s one of them." I try and give her a friendly smile. Eliza can see that it’s strained.
"I thought about last night. I thought about how good it felt and how much I wanted you. How much I still want you. I open up to you all the time, and you can't tell me even a little bit of this…this…life?" Eliza looks around, taking everything in.
"My mother has always made sure that I've done the right thing when she's here. She gives me looks even now to let me know that I need to straighten up before she humiliates me if I don't do it the first time. My father used to beat me," I tell Eliza in one big breath.
Again, there's a moment of awkwardness, and I don't like it. I don't like that she's pulled it out of me either.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Eliza's voice is small, and I sigh heavily.
"It's something that I didn't want you to know. Some things are better left unsaid. Things that no one should know." I take the chance and slip my arm through he
rs.
“Why did he beat you?” She surprises me.
I scoff a little. I don’t know why she’s still here.
“My life is so screwed up,” I laugh.
"It's really not. I mean, you need someone to talk to." She looks at me. The softness of her voice makes me tingle all over.
“The times he used to come home drunk. It didn’t matter if I was playing too loudly, running up and down the halls. Betty did her best to look after me so that I wouldn’t get into trouble.” I can smile about that. Betty used to be my savior.
“When she couldn’t? What, a spanking, yelling?” She asks me.
"If it were only that simple. I got the belt sometimes. Or, my father would get me with the poker stick for the fireplace when it was hot," I tell her, looking down at the ground as I swing just a little more.
"I'm sorry that happened to you." Eliza doesn't look at me. She's watching the ducks swimming in a line. How simple it would be to be like those ducks and be able to swim for hours. Eat anything that’s on the grass or just bask in the sun all day. They have nothing to worry about, and no humans to socialize with.
"Me, too." I grin at Eliza.
Erica doesn't smile though.
“You really thought that my life here was the best? Everyone would think so.” I let go of her hand and leave the swing.
"Where are you going?" Eliza asks me, hurrying after me.
“I don’t know. I don’t like being here, but I’ve made my choice to come back. There’s no point in letting this place turn to dust, right?” I look at the back of the mansion.
All the windows are curtainless on the backside. I want to reach out and hold Eliza. To know that this isn't a dream, but I don't dare to.
"That's why you're so prim and proper," Eliza giggles.
"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you. Do you think Mother would like it if there were pictures in the paper of my father and his girlfriend that's probably the same age as us? Or how about her one and only daughter roaming the grounds with her lover?" I give only a small smile.
“Lover?” She raises her eyebrows at me.
"What else would you call it?" I want to kiss Eliza on the mouth right now.
The love in the blue eyes of hers. I just want to kiss Eliza all day and not let go of her. Eliza thinks that I don't want her love and her affection. It's all I want.
“There are rules here.” I shrug my shoulders.
"And if I'm going to live here with you, then we have to abide by them during the day." Eliza winks at me.
The wink that she gives me lets me know that when the sun goes down, it means that we can break all the rules that we want to.
I laugh at Eliza. It feels good not to carry the burden so much. To let some of it out about the house that I grew up in.
I've never trusted anyone with my worries. Now it just feels like the dam wants to open up even more because of how sincere Eliza is about my troubled past.
"Do you have any brothers?" Eliza asks me.
"No," I tell her.
I can see how confusing this friendship can be for you. A best friend is supposed to know everything about me. It's not her fault that she hardly knows anything about my home life. Everything else she knows, just not that.
I know everything about Eliza. From her looks, to her clothes, what she likes and doesn't like. Even her body now.
I head back toward the mansion and go in through the back way. Just as I'm about to kiss her, I hear someone coming up the back stairs.
Eliza has that fire in her eyes, the desire that she wants to continue exploring. She doesn’t know what she’s in for yet and I can’t wait to teach her.
"Your mother's been looking for you," Alex tells me, coming out of the chef's quarters.
"Oh, where is she now?" I ask Alex.
"Napping," he says, grinning at me. He knows damn well that I don't care if my mother was looking for me.
“I think that a nap would be good.” Eliza stretches and makes her way to her own room while I find myself wanting even more of her.
I can’t turn it off like a switch and it’s driving me crazy to know that I can have her right now, I know what she’s doing.
Eliza is teasing me, showing me that she's not going to be on the sidelines when it's convenient for me.
I can respect that.
Chapter Thirteen
I go to my room and take a cold shower, not caring if anyone walks in or not. I make sure that my body is well groomed and smile at myself.
Putting on my favorite leather dress that shows more than what my mother would like to see I make my way out of the room and across the hall to Eliza’s.
I'm not going to let her think that she's going to get away with teasing me. She is pretending to nap. However, she's left her door open slightly and I can see her from where I'm standing on the other side of the door.
She’s completely naked, her fingers down between her legs as she whimpers and moans. I can hear the wetness from her heat and lick my lips.
How good that juice would feel on my tongue. I am surprised that Eliza didn't shut her door, knowing that anyone would be able to see her.
I push the door all the way open and shut it quickly.
She’s three fingers in when she opens her eyes and stares at me.
“I thought you were napping?” I giggle at her.
She bites down on her lips and continues to slide her fingers in and out.
"I didn't think that you could be this naughty." My eyes are glowing. I can feel them as I continue to make my way to the bed.
“I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see you. I see us.” She confesses to me.
"You were so loud that anyone would've been able to hear you," I tell her, losing my smile just a little.
"I'm sorry," she says and blushes.
I can tell that she really is. Eliza didn't know how loud she was being. Almost as if she has forgotten that the noise in this place travels.
I sit on the bed and slide her fingers out of her. I bring them to my mouth and suckle them. I am licking up the sweet taste of them before she wipes them off.
"I've never seen this side of you," Eliza murmurs to me.
She’s not at all nervous with me when it comes to sexual things. I can see that she’s interested, she’s curious.
I remember when I was.
I didn’t know a damn thing about pleasing a girl until I was seventeen and had one of my friends from school spend the night.
We partied all night, not loudly, of course.
“I’m going to teach you everything you need to know. Including being quiet.” I cover her mouth with my hand.
I am slowly pressing down on it as I bring my other hand and slip three of my fingers inside of Eliza.
I watch her legs spread wide and her eyes roll back into her head.
"Yes, enjoy it," I tell her so softly that she's whimpering for me.
I can feel her heavy breathing against my hand. Her moans of pleasure muffled, and it turns me on so much that I don’t know if I can have fun just teasing her.
“I want you. I want you so much.” I whisper against her ear.
She nods her head up and down.
Eager to please me and I want to please her so much that my legs are shaking.
I take my hand away from her mouth, the other away from her vagina and I stand up.
"Don't go," Eliza pleads with me.
I smile down at her. I can see that Eliza needs a woman's touch.
"Trust me, I'm not going anywhere," I tell her.
I get undressed and bring my heat to her mouth. Eliza is staring at it, looking at my clit.
"Lick it," I whisper to her, staring into her eyes when she looks up at me.
Her face is red, but she sticks out her tongue and starts to lick at it slowly.
It jumps against her tongue, and she licks at it just a little faster.
"Yes," I whisper to her as I grind against her tongue.
Eliza slowly slips her tongue all the way out of her mouth. Anyone would think that she's done this before. It's not long before I turn myself over quickly and cover her mouth with my heat. I devour her moist vagina as she wiggles around.
I press mine down harder on her mouth as she gets louder for me.
My heart is racing and my hands are shaking. It's incredible Eliza can make me feel this way. I never dreamed that she would be mine. Yet here we are together.
I taste her. I love how good it feels to have her squirt in my mouth and I can't hold back mine anymore.
Without missing a beat, she drinks me down hungrily and I want more of her. Eliza leaves me craving more of her scent.
I roll over onto my back. We are both trying to calm ourselves when there's a knock at the door.
I look at it wide eyed. I see the doorknob turning and I pray to God that it isn't my mother. How could I be so stupid as not to lock the door? What would possess me to think that it was all right to do this without some kind of security?
I look at Eliza as she's staring at me and her lips are trembling. I can see the tears gathering in her eyes as the door slowly opens.
Chapter Fourteen
We are frozen, completely naked. My feet are on my pillows and my head is down at Eliza's feet.
"Oh my. I'm so sorry. I thought no one was in here. I was going to clean it," Betty tells me, her eyes are opened extremely wide.
It isn’t the first time that Betty had seen me naked. I grab the blanket to cover myself while Eliza gets under the sheets.
“Come in and close the door.” I’m just thankful that it wasn’t my mother. She would’ve hit the roof.
Betty does what I should've done and locks the door as she stares at us. Betty knows she wants to laugh but she keeps it contained.
"What would your mother think about all this?" Betty asks as she shakes her head back and forth.
Betty looks at Eliza and then at me.
"It doesn't matter what Mother thinks. I would've listened to her rant and rave about how it's not okay to do in her house. What would happen if the media found out? You have to worry about your reputation," I tell her, listing off only some of the things.
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