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  Dinah loosened the last bit of her sash and dropped her robe to the floor, then pulled the pins from her hair. Dinah’s hair was so dark a brown as to be almost black, and it fell to her shoulders, curling slightly from the tight braids it had been kept in all day. She laid the hair pins on the dresser beside her candle, then walked gracefully over to the bed where Caroline waited. Leaning over her lover, she kissed Caroline lightly on the lips, then slid into the bed beside her.

  Caroline turned onto her side and stretched her arms out to the older woman. “Love me now. Teach me how to please you.”

  Dinah responded with sweet, gentle kisses. Kisses that enticed and encouraged. That led Caroline to experiment herself, using her mouth along Dinah’s jaw line, eyelids, and cheeks as well as on the lips.

  As she kissed Dinah, Caroline felt her need to experience that hot rush of pleasure once again growing more urgent. Deep inside her belly, a spring was coiling tighter and tighter with the need to do…something. Something more.

  “Please,” she whispered, pressing her naked breasts into the other woman.

  “Open your eyes and watch,” replied Dinah, sliding out of Caroline’s arms and down her body a little way.

  Dinah kissed a path across the top of Caroline’s breasts, then very slowly moved her mouth down one rounded globe. She licked the areola, circling it with the tip of her tongue, then flicked the nipple. Dinah sucked the nipple and areola into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the nipple, then pressing it against the roof of her mouth.

  “That feels so good.”

  “You taste delicious.”

  Dinah pressed both Caroline’s breasts together and slid one leg between the younger woman’s lower limbs, resting part of her body weight on the mattress and part on Caroline. She wiggled her hips, rubbing her mons on the other woman’s pelvis before lowering her head to the neglected breast and sucking that nipple deep into the hot cavern of her mouth.

  Her warm hands cupped and stroked Caroline’s breasts, her fingers playing with one nipple while she sucked the other one. Dinah’s hips were rocking and wiggling across Caroline’s pelvis, and that spring coiled in Caroline’s belly was ratcheting tighter and tighter with the need to…do…something.

  Frantically, Caroline ran her hands up and down Dinah’s back, stroking and patting and gripping. Caroline’s hands sank lower to stroke the older woman’s buttocks, gripping them tightly as she pressed her mons into the other woman’s thigh.

  Dinah pinched one nipple while gently biting the other, and pleasure raced through Caroline, out from her belly, up her spine, and through the top of her head. Running from her nipples to her arms, making her hands clench and her fingers curl.

  While Caroline was still shaking in ecstasy, Dinah slid off her body and sat between her thighs, lifting the younger woman’s legs up and bringing Caroline’s privates to Dinah’s mouth.

  Dinah thrust her tongue into Caroline’s cunny and licked up the cream flowing from it, running her tongue along the inside walls and scooping the cream into her mouth.

  Caroline gasped in shock, then in delight at the wonderful feeling of excitement.

  Dinah found Caroline’s hot little nub at the top of her folds and sucked and nibbled on it. When Dinah scraped her teeth across it, shards of joy tingled through Caroline.

  Then Dinah thrust her tongue back into Caroline’s cunny, and stroked it in and out around the walls.

  Caroline began to thrash in pleasure as Dinah repeated her actions several times, then bit gently on the hot little nub.

  “Oh!” gasped Caroline as another wave of pleasure rolled through her body, shaking her even harder than the first time.

  Dinah’s mouth remained on Caroline’s privates, licking and sucking the nether lips, the nubbin, and running up and down her slit until Caroline had stopped shaking.

  “You taste better than the finest French wine. Taste yourself on me,” ordered Dinah, moving up the bed and kissing Caroline deeply before thrusting her cream-tasting tongue into the younger woman’s mouth.

  Caroline responded by sucking the other woman’s tongue and tasting the erotic mix of flavors of herself and Dinah.

  They lay in each other’s arms for quite a while, kissing and patting and touching, before Caroline asked, “May I kiss you—there?”

  “Of course, my love.”

  Caroline sat up and wiggled down the bed, then very gently touched Dinah’s cunny, stroking through the dark curls of hair there to look at her red slit, and opening her nether lips to expose her pleasure button, which was dark pink with need.

  Caroline bent over and curiously licked along Dinah’s slit, then drew one of the outer lips into her mouth and sucked on it.

  “Your cream tastes quite different from mine. More salty and tart, but very nice,” she said, before bending over the woman again and kissing the hot, hard, little nubbin. Cautiously Caroline ran her tongue around the button and sucked it into her mouth, rolling it around as Dinah had done with her nipples.

  Caroline held Dinah’s thighs apart as she tasted and explored Dinah’s privates to the fullest extent. She licked the seam between leg and body. She touched the rim of Dinah’s dark little hole and nibbled on the firm muscles there. She continued exploring until Dinah was moaning and thrashing with need, then she picked up Dinah’s buttocks, holding them in both hands with her baby fingers teasing the dark hole, and the older woman’s cunny pressed to her mouth so she could thrust her tongue in deep and hard and fast.

  Soon, Dinah was shaking, and honey started to flow faster onto Caroline’s tongue. Caroline pinched the engorged little nub with two fingers and bit gently down on Dinah’s nether lips. Dinah rocked with pleasure, honey flowing into Caroline’s mouth. Caroline kissed her gently, then lay beside her and drew the bedcovers over them both.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, holding Dinah’s hand in hers as they went to sleep.

  ***

  An hour or so later, Caroline woke to the weight of a body pressed over hers and a hot mouth on her privates. The bedchamber fire had died down so there was not much light in the room, but it was adequate to see the pale form of Dinah’s torso, with the cunny near Caroline’s mouth.

  “Oh, my!” Caroline maneuvered Dinah’s thighs to position her cunny so it could be licked. Caroline quickly grasped the correct method of sucking and being sucked, licking and being licked, pleasuring and being pleasured all at once. Very, very soon she was panting in the throes of yet another wave of pleasure washing through her body. She held tightly to Dinah’s legs as the older woman, too, rocked and shook with release.

  When they had licked each other clean, Dinah swiveled around and kissed Caroline’s breasts, mouth, and cheeks. She whispered a soft “Good night, love,” as she dressed in her slippers and robe before collecting her candle and leaving Caroline’s room.

  Caroline wanted to think and rejoice in all her new experiences but all too soon drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  Over the next few weeks, the women developed an easy pattern of companionship, with Dinah taking over the supervision of many of the household chores, leaving Caroline free to concentrate on managing her father’s estate and finances. Meal times were enjoyable breaks in the routine of the day. Dinah was an intelligent and educated woman with opinions on a vast range of subjects and a more than worthy opponent in a debate with Hugh Howel and Caroline.

  Dinah also fulfilled Caroline’s aim of frightening away the steady stream of prospective suitors—far too many of whom had not a feather to fly with and a few of whom were out and out rakes. Dinah sternly sent them all on their way with their tails between their legs, much to the amusement of the rest of the household.

  And at night the women shared an increasing joy and passion as they studied each other’s bodies, learned which places to touch and where to kiss, and brought each other to peak after peak of pleasure.

  ***

  One afternoon, Caroline came to Dinah and asked, “Can you come with
me to my mother’s room? I’d like to hear your opinion on an idea I’ve been mulling over.”

  Dinah stood just inside the doorway and looked around. This was a pretty, feminine room with an Aubusson carpet with pink and gold flowers on it matching the draperies and bedcovers.

  A high-backed chair sat under the window, and the polished oak of the dresser and four-poster bed gleamed with love and attention. An ormolu clock on the mantel ticked solemnly beside a pair of silver candlesticks, and a delicately carved storage chest was in the corner.

  “It’s a beautiful room. I am sorry your mother died so long ago. I do recall meeting her, but only the once, I think.”

  “She died when I was ten, but she was ill for a year or so before that. I have vague memories of a large family Christmas gathering when I was eight, similar to the one where I met you when I was fourteen, but I think there was an earlier one when I was quite small,” Caroline replied.

  “There was one when I was fourteen or fifteen. It was probably then. I recall a vast number of small children, but I was more interested in watching the young women who were out and seeing what they wore and how they behaved. At that stage, I was still hopeful that some relative would offer to bring me out along with one of their daughters. It was never likely, but as a young girl I dreamed of making my curtsy to society. But instead I stayed on at school as a junior teacher, and then I received an offer to become a governess.” Dinah shrugged.

  “Were you happy? Is that what you wanted?”

  Dinah sat on the bed and Caroline joined her.

  “I think, even then, I knew I was far more interested in women than in men, but I always assumed I would marry. It’s what girls do, after all. I enjoyed teaching. I love books and learning and watching young people when they finally grasp a difficult theory.

  “The school had an unusually extensive library. Books in Latin and Greek and French and Spanish as well as translations of all the classics. Miss Brown, a senior teacher, was fluent in all those languages and more. Her father had been a professor at the University and had taught her along with his sons. I read some of Sappho’s poetry and Aristophanes’ Lysistrata, both of which talk about women loving women, and it freed me to be who I truly am. I think my spirit would have been totally crushed if I had been married at seventeen to some very minor nobleman and borne a child every year. And, to be truthful, that was my most likely fate. My father had very little to give me as a dowry, and I could not live long on my inheritance. So working as a governess and teacher was the best thing for me.”

  Dinah shrugged her shoulders and shook off the memories of her past. “Now, what did you want to talk to me about up here?”

  “Oh. All my mother’s things belong to me, not to the estate. I was simply wondering whether I should begin sending them to my London house. Father will probably live another year or so, and my cousin William seems to be quite a steady young man who will make a good Earl. But I’ve been thinking it would be much better if I started moving my own possessions to my town house now and getting everything in order there. If I leave it until Father begins to fail, William may well want to move in and begin to take charge of the estate. There’s a cabinet full of china figurines in the drawing room as well—it will be a lot of work to wrap them all up carefully so they don’t break on the journey.”

  “I think it’s a good idea to do that. Set it all in motion. Engage the carrier and so forth,” replied Dinah. “Come and sit facing this way,” she added, moving to the side of the bed.

  Lady Caroline obligingly moved across the bed and sat next to Dinah where they could see themselves in Caroline’s mother’s large cheval glass.

  “Watch,” whispered Dinah, undoing the ribbon tie at the back of Caroline’s simple, rose-pink day gown and pulling the gown down to expose the tops of her breasts.

  As Caroline stared into the looking glass, Dinah lowered her head to kiss the other woman’s neck and shoulder, gently lowering the gown a little farther, then farther still until most of Caroline’s breasts were in full view.

  Dinah slipped her hands into the top of Caroline’s stays, pulling the round white globes up and out of their confinement so they were on display. Then she slowly moved her hands around, teasing the nipples until the points were standing up hard and engorged.

  “Lift your gown up and spread your legs,” Dinah urged.

  Her eyes glazed with lust, Caroline did as she was asked, raising her gown until her inner thighs were shown in the glass and her privates were completely exposed.

  Dinah’s breath hitched as she whispered, “Touch yourself. Put your fingers in your cunny and pleasure yourself. But don’t close your eyes. Watch yourself in the cheval glass.”

  Heat rushed through Dinah as Caroline’s fingers delved into her slit, collected her honey, then circled her nubbin, wetting it with her own moisture.

  Dinah moved until she was resting behind Caroline, her breasts pushed into the other woman’s back, her own hot, aching center pressed hard against Caroline’s buttocks. Dinah’s hands once again circled Caroline’s breasts, tweaking the younger woman’s nipples, weighing the lush globes of the bosom in her palms as her mouth licked and nipped and kissed along Caroline’s neck and shoulders. Their gazes never left the looking glass.

  Dinah’s nipples were hard, demanding diamonds. Her cunny was hot with the need to be touched as lust for this lovely woman roared through every inch of her body.

  Caroline squirmed back into Dinah. “I can feel the heat of your cunny through our clothes,” she said softly, holding up a finger coated with her own cream for the older woman to taste.

  Dinah sucked the finger deep into her mouth, then, watching Caroline’s face in the glass, she slowly sucked the other fingers on that hand into her mouth, too, one by one. By the time she got to the thumb, they were both panting.

  Dinah’s hands tightened on Caroline’s breasts, tweaking the nipples, stroking the lush fullness as she rubbed her own bosom against her lover’s back.

  Caroline was panting now as she sank her fingers back inside her slit, then massaged her nub.

  “Oh, oh,” she gasped. Her body shook in Dinah’s arms as the wave of release rolled over her, and Dinah cherished the feeling of the younger woman experiencing pleasure in such a way.

  Caroline turned in Dinah’s arms and thrust her fingers in her lover’s mouth, then hastily pushed Dinah flat on the bed. Caroline flung Dinah’s skirts up and sank her mouth onto the older woman’s privates, to suck that hard, red little button into her mouth. With just a few hard sucks she brought Dinah to the peak and licked up the woman’s cream.

  “Maybe I’ll put that cheval glass in my room instead of sending it to London,” Caroline said naughtily. “We must do that again.”

  Chapter Three

  A letter from Cousin William was waiting for Lady Caroline at the breakfast table the next morning and brought instant gloom to her face.

  “Problems?” asked Dinah sympathetically as Hugh stopped eating to watch her.

  “Not precisely. But the Honorable Mr. Marris has written to William complaining of our treatment of him, and William has decided to visit us for a week or so to ensure that things here are—” she glanced down at the missive and quoted from it, “—‘going along satisfactorily and you are being suitably chaperoned.’”

  “Want me to engage him in a game of cards?” asked John Foulk with a grin. “The last time I could easily have won a monkey off him.”

  “I may indeed need you to help make up a table for whist,” Caroline replied. She scanned the letter again. “He’s coming next week, so we have enough time to make some plans. But I can see that this chaperone problem is not going away.” She sighed.

  “And it’ll get worse once you go up to London,” added Hugh. “I know you’ve said that John, Thomas, and I may stay with you even after your father passes on, but none of us is really eager to live in London. And the high sticklers won’t tolerate any of us in your household once they realize how
frail your father is, far less after he passes. It’s all very well to pretend we’re distant family connections he’s given a home to, but in Town that just won’t wash, you know.”

  “Too many card parlors where they expect a man to play with more than matches,” added John.

  “Yes, I can see I need to make some new plans. Dinah, can you join me in the book room after you ask the housekeeper to prepare the Green Room for Cousin William and warn the staff he is coming?”

  ***

  When Dinah entered the book room, Caroline was sitting at her father’s desk, the estate books spread before her, but she was gazing vacantly at nothing in particular. “William is going to insist on interfering in my life, isn’t he?”

  “I suspect he might. Does he know about your inheritance and that he doesn’t get the London house or anything unentailed?”

  “He knows I get the London house. My father always made it plain he bought that for my mother and that it would pass to me. He also knows I inherited all my mother’s wealth. It is quite common for a girl to get her mother’s assets. But as for the rest of the money, and that he has no say in how I manage the funds, or that I have been managing them for years—I expect not. Even though he’s barely a year older than me, he has always thought he was far smarter and much more capable than a mere female. He’ll be a good Earl, though,” she added fairly. “He’s hardworking and conscientious and cares for the people and the land.”

  “Are you going to tell him?”

  “No. I don’t want him trying to bully Father about it. And he would, you know. Oh, he wouldn’t call it bullying, of course. He would merely try to persuade Father to change his instructions, and Father wouldn’t understand. I doubt he even remembers what decisions he’s made now. I sometimes wonder if he even remembers who I am,” she added sadly.