Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, p.1Lucy Felthouse
Weekend at Wilderhope Manor
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Weekend at Wilderhope Manor
The car trundled up the long driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the only sound as Stephanie and her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at their surroundings.
Even at dusk the tree-lined driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained parkland, spanning for acres on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the Fiesta around a bend in the track, they both gasped. Their destination, Wilderhope Manor, had come into view and it was stunning. The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than three frontages visible from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built patterns jutted into the darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of the manor, giving the place an appearance that was both beautiful and foreboding.
Presently, the driveway opened out into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could tell, doubled as a car park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into a spot between two vehicles and killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped, startled. Her girlfriend had leaned in close, making a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.
"Are you ready to be scared out of your wits, young lady?" Jenny rasped, wiggling her eyebrows and fingers theatrically.
Stephanie shoved her playfully, laughing. "Come on, you silly cow. It's a murder mystery weekend, not a monster hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or vampires involved."
Stephanie got out of the car and closed the door. She'd already popped open the boot and started unloading their bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting petulantly.
"But it's Halloween tomorrow," Jenny insisted. "Anything could happen. The veil between the living and dead will be at its thinnest, and this place is meant to be swarming with ghosts."
"If you say so, sweetheart," she replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny's crazy beliefs by now. "Grab your bags and let's get inside. It's cold. You got the tickets?"
Jenny nodded, brandishing her handbag in response. Jenny picked up her overnight bag as Stephanie slammed the boot lid before locking the car, then followed her toward the grand entrance to Wilderhope Manor.
* * *
A little while later, they were installed in their room. They'd each been handed a
“Welcome Pack” by the staff member who had attended to them at Reception, which consisted of their itinerary and instructions for the weekend.
As they unpacked, she voiced one of the thoughts that had run through her head.
"Have you ever noticed how places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and yet, if it's two guys, they automatically assume they're gay?"
"They'll soon change their tune when they see your outfit for tonight!" Jenny replied, grinning cheekily at her. "It screams 'lesbian' with every stitch!"
"Whatever do you mean, you saucy wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as a distinguished gentleman does not a lesbian make."
"True, but I wonder what it'll do to you? Perhaps it'll work in reverse and turn you straight!"
"I sincerely doubt it," Stephanie replied, moving toward Jenny, who'd turned back to her case and didn't notice her approach. "And besides, as much as I'm out and proud, doesn't it sometimes make life more pleasant when people don't know? At least, we'll be able to enjoy the weekend without old bigots watching our every move, convinced we're going to start necking and groping one another at every available second!"
Before Jenny could respond, Stephanie had walked right up behind her. She slipped her arms around Jenny’s waist and murmured into her ear. "Though I certainly wouldn't mind necking and groping you at every available second."
Relaxing into her embrace, Jenny let her head loll back onto Stephanie's shoulder, arching into the caress of the hands that had crept under her top. "I'm available now,
"I’d hoped you'd say that." Turning Jenny in her arms, she reached behind her girlfriend to tug the suitcase off the bed. It hit the floor with a thump, but she was already too preoccupied to notice. She'd backed Jenny right up to the mattress with the intention of pushing her onto the bed, then quickly joining her. However, the old fashioned bed was high, and therefore, not the sort they could fall onto. Never one to give up easily, she backed away from Jenny and pulled off her girlfriend’s shoes. Then she clambered up onto it, indicating to Jenny to follow her.
Seconds later, Jenny too had discarded her shoes and scrambled up onto the
four-poster. Reaching for one another, they flopped down onto the duvet in a jumble of limbs. She tangled her fingers in Jenny's russet hair, pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips met, and Jenny scooted her lower body closer to hers, and she responded by jamming a leg between Jenny's thighs. Jenny moaned as she slid her hand over the curve of Stephanie’s denim-covered ass.
Jenny’s obvious pleasure sent a delicious jolt to Stephanie's pussy. She responded by slipping her tongue between Jenny's lips and deepening their kiss. When she felt Jenny’s fingers tighten on her ass, she ground her thigh into her girlfriend’s crotch. She twisted her fingers into Jenny’s glorious red mane and tugged.
Yanking away, Jenny gasped. "Bitch! That wasn't very nice, now was it?" Rolling her onto her back, Jenny straddled her and pinned her arms above her head. "Not very nice at all. In fact," she paused, her face just inches from Stephanie's, then continued, "it was fucking lovely."
Her response was lost as Jenny pressed her lips to hers, her soft tongue immediately slipping inside and searching for a playmate. It quickly found one, and they French kissed, their tongues dancing and sliding together, just as their bodies rolled and ground against one another. They were lost to lust for some minutes until the ache between her legs became almost too much to bear. She bucked, almost unseating Jenny, and tried to pull her arms out of her girlfriend’s grasp.
Getting the hint, Jenny released Stephanie and sat up, only to remove her top and bra, freeing her breasts and exposing them to Stephanie's hungry gaze. Her rosy pink nipples stood at attention, most likely a delicious combination of arousal and the cool air of the room. Immediately, her hands went up to touch them. She cupped each breast, the insistent press of Jenny's nipples against her palms sending a sexy shiver through her body that never got old.
Pulling herself up, she latched her lips around one nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She cradled the breast with her right hand and slipped her left around Jenny's back, holding her firmly. She knew just what a wriggler Jenny could be when she got really hot and horny. And she had every intention of giving her a spectacular meltdown.
She sucked as much of Jenny’s plump flesh into her mouth as she could, relishing the feel of it and the slight salty taste of her skin. She dragged her tongue around and across Jenny's breast, every now and again giving a teasing flick to the aching bud at its tip. Jenny's hands were in Stephanie's dark hair, holding her head tightly as if to prevent her escape. Which was silly, given there was nowhere else she would rather be. Except between Jenny's naked and parted thighs, perhaps.
Before long, she was glad she had a hold of her girlfriend. Jenny was writhing madly on he
Despite the fact she was the one giving the pleasure, Stephanie was still plenty aroused. She felt her pussy becoming increasingly slick beneath her clothes. Her clit throbbed, aching to be touched. She suspected Jenny felt the same way as she rolled her hips almost violently, obviously trying to get some friction on that needy bundle of nerve endings at the apex of her vulva.
Disentangling herself from her girlfriend’s vice-like grip on her head, she pulled
Jenny's luscious breast out of her mouth, and said, "Naked. Now."
Jenny toppled off her and onto the mattress, stripping without hesitation as she did the same. When two lots of clothes lay strewn across the floor, she and Jenny moved together once more, in a toe-curling sensual kiss that left them both flushed and gasping.
"Sixty-nine?" she asked, though it wasn't really a question. Following an enthusiastic nod from Jenny, the pair manoeuvred into position with Stephanie on top.
Pulling apart Jenny's legs, a slick of liquid dripped from her own pussy at the incredibly arousing sight before her. Jenny's pussy was shiny with juices, her lips fattened and clit eagerly protruding, as if desperate to be played with. She couldn't resist. Bending her neck, she buried her head between her girlfriend's soft thighs as Jenny mirrored her movements at the other end of the bed.
Hooking her thumbs into Jenny's slick pout, she pulled apart her pussy lips, revealing her most sensitive and intimate flesh. Moving closer, she ran her tongue up the interior of one side of Jenny's vulva, then down the other. She lightly grazed the flesh, teasing her, savouring the divine juices that were still seeping from her sex.
Soon, she couldn't hold back any longer. She had to have more.
Pointing her tongue, she delved it deep inside Jenny's slick folds, lapping up her juices hungrily. She licked and sucked at the succulent flesh, glad her body weight held Jenny down. Her girlfriend writhed again, still eating Stephanie's pussy with gusto.
Stephanie loved the sixty-nine position, because it meant both parties got equal pleasure, but unfortunately, the hotter things got, the more difficult it was to concentrate on the matter at hand…well, mouth.
Steeling herself, she continued to pleasure her girlfriend even as the sensations in her own groin grew and grew. She picked up her pace, pulling Jenny's clit between her lips and alternately flicking it with her tongue and sucking it. Jenny grunted and moaned against Stephanie's cunt, the vibrations adding even more sensation to her efforts, which only served to push her closer and closer to the edge. The more she teetered there, the more frenzied she became until she was as desperate to come as she was to trigger Jenny's climax.
Reaching down with her right hand, she slid two fingers into Jenny's pussy. It was hot, wet and completely heavenly. Angling her digits just so, she sought and quickly found Jenny’s G-spot and massaged it as she teased her clit into submission. Feeling Jenny's walls squeezing around her, she knew her girlfriend was almost there.
Redoubling her efforts, she thrust her fingers and danced her tongue to the point it ached. Then Jenny bucked wildly beneath her. That, and her muffled wails let Stephanie know any second now her girlfriend would come. And she too, wouldn't be far behind. As luck—or just many years of practice—would have it, their climaxes hit at nearly the same time, and Stephanie threw her head back in ecstasy just as she felt Jenny's fingernails digging into her ass. Moans and random expletives filled the room as they came. Her fingers were squeezed tightly by Jenny's spasming cunt; she pulled them out, only to stuff the cum-soaked digits into her mouth. The tangy sweet taste of Jenny's juices was divine, and she licked every last drop of it as she rode out her own orgasm. Then, before her legs gave out on her, she rolled off Jenny and manoeuvred the right way up again, flopping down beside her girlfriend who grinned at her dreamily, her eyelids drooping.
"Don't fall asleep, sweetheart," she said, wiping a smear of her own cum from Jenny's face with her thumb. "We have to get ready for the murder mystery evening, remember?"
Jenny nodded. "I know. Why don't you go and get showered first? I'll just doze here and you can give me a nudge when you're done."
"Okay," she replied, pressing a gentle kiss to Jenny’s forehead, "that sounds like a plan. Providing my legs work, of course!"
They grinned at one another and she forced herself to move, a glance at the digital clock on the bedside table resulted in a stark red reminder they didn't have much time to waste.
* * *
As she put the finishing touches on her outfit, she caught sight of Jenny looking at her bemusedly in the reflection of the mirror. She spun around to face her, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "What?"
Despite her girlfriend’s obvious efforts to the contrary, Jenny's lips quirked up into a grin. "I'm sorry, Steph, but you look funny, that's all. I can't get used to it!"
"Well, I should hope not," she replied indignantly. "I’m dressed like a Victorian gentleman, for god's sake!"
"Don't get stroppy, sweetheart. I'm just not used to seeing my beautiful girl all trussed up like a man. I think I'd probably still do you, though." Jenny giggled.
"Oh really?" Stephanie swaggered, practising getting into character. "You would, would you?" Moving in front of her, Stephanie grabbed Jenny's hips and pulled her close, mashing their pelvises together. "You want a piece of this, do you?"
Jenny's moan of pleasure turned into what sounded like a squeak of surprise.
Jenny’s eyes widened, a reaction that didn’t appear to be dampened by the smug look Stephanie knew she wore on her face.
"You're…you're packing?" The pitch of Jenny's voice grew much higher toward the end of the sentence, as if she could barely say the words. "But why?"
"Gotta play the part, babe. Besides," she said, leaning in conspiratorially, despite the fact they were completely alone, "I intend to fuck you later. With my candlestick, in the library. Or something."
Jenny giggled and pulled away, wagging her finger. "Stop it now. We're all cleaned and dressed up. Don't make me horny again. We're in severe danger of being late as it is. It's a good job we only have to go downstairs."
"And looking at you, sweetheart, it's a good job we haven't got far to come back to bed, because you look gorgeous. I don't know how I'll be able to resist shoving that dress up and burying my face between your legs—to lick that sweet pussy of yours."
Jenny, her cheeks flushed, retrieved her clutch bag and the evening's instructions from where she'd put them on the dressing table, then opened the door into the corridor. "Come on, Steph. Let's go before this gets out of hand. After all, we don't want to hold everyone else up. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can get back up here, eh?"
Winking, Jenny walked outside, leaving her to grab her own instructions and the room key. Exiting and securing the door behind her, Stephanie rushed after her girlfriend. It wasn't difficult to catch up to her, considering she was in flat, very masculine shoes and Jenny teetered on stilettos with her cocktail dress. Stephanie purposely slowed down as she got a few paces behind Jenny, enjoying the exaggerated wiggle of her ass as she walked. Unfortunately for her, Jenny happened to glance over her shoulder and catch her in the act.
"Steph," Jenny hissed, turning and smacking Stephanie with her bag, "pack it in!
You're driving me crazy. Though in a good way. What's gotten into us tonight? We've always wanted to come to one of these weekends, and yet, all we can think about is fucking each other. We could’ve stayed at home and done that!"
"True," she replied, falling into step with Jenny and linking arms wi
"Ha!" said Jenny. "It sounds like something out of Buffy! Do you remember when she was with Riley and they used to go out fighting vampires and monsters together? All the endorphins and adrenaline and stuff would make them crazy horny, and they'd go home and fuck like rabbits. We'll be like that."
Struggling not to roll her eyes at the eternal geekiness of her beloved, Stephanie replied, "Well, I'm already feeling like that, so heaven knows what a bunch of chemicals hitting my bloodstream is going to do. I hope that bed isn't valuable, because I have a funny feeling we're going to break it."
"Ooh, is that a promise?"
Stephanie didn't reply, because they were pushing open the double doors to a reception room, which was full of other guests. A few turned to glance at the pair and gave polite smiles or nods, then turned back to the front of the room where an official looking guy tapped the top of a mike.
She and Jenny exchanged a look. It was bloody obvious the thing wasn't switched on, and yet, he was still tapping it, blowing into the top and generally making an arse of himself. More amusing still, the room had a small enough crowd it'd be perfectly easy to hear him, anyway. He obviously just had an inflated sense of his own importance.
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