Behind Stone Walls

She roughly pulls back the bed clothes and we dive in together, giggling like the little girls we once were. Little girls no longer though. We are about to become adults, with no recourse for return.

Our naked bodies struggle for warmth in the cold bedding and we pull each other as close as possible to avoid shivering. It is usually part of my role to warm her bed, but I am usually fully clothed and can take my time while she brushes her hair and arranges her clothing for the next day. Tonight we have taken the plunge in more ways than one.

We resume our kiss, allowing our tongues to twist and dart frantically together while our hands explore each other's curves under the covers. Her breasts feel beautiful - so smooth, soft and firm, her nipples hard and responsive. I look at them in the glow of the room and am overwhelmed with the desire to suck them. Margaret throws her head back and groans in pleasure when my tongue reaches them.

"Hmmm - oh yes, bite me Maggie. I want to feel you nibble on them."

I oblige, taking them gently between my teeth so as not to hurt her, using my tongue to moisten them first. She squirms in delight, holding my head in place until she can take no more. The sheets are now damp from our wet bodies, so we throw them off. She rolls on her back and drags me on top of her, wrapping her legs around my waist. We end up in the conjugal position.

"Is this what you meant by practicing your nuptials my lady?" I ask in mock innocence.

She laughs. "Indeed it is, but at this point we are limited by a lack of anatomy. All we can do is perform the action without the mechanics in place."

"What should I do then?"

"Do you know how a man pleasures a woman?"

"I only have some vague imagining my lady."

"I am also no expert, but I have been told that his manhood becomes hard and he uses it to enter our most private place."

"That sounds painful."

"Apparently it is at first, but once your virginity is surrendered it becomes pleasurable."

"So what then should I do?"

"Push into me so that I might get used to having a body on top of me."

That sounds simple enough. I begin to grind my hips against her groin, while I lie prone on top of her. Something isn't right though.

"You are heavy Maggie, and I imagine a man will be heavier. Maybe you can lift yourself onto your arms while still moving?"

I try that and it seems to be more agreeable. At this point our groins are close and I can feel our bushes intermingling while I twist into her. I also become aware of the fact that my breasts are now dangling over her chest with my nipples brushing against her skin. It sends short bursts of pleasure coursing through my body and down into the most sensitive reaches between my legs.

Margaret has her head back and rolled to the side, eyes closed, with the fingers of her right hand in her mouth. Her tongue explores them as I continue my ministrations, her left hand holding my waist firmly in place. She opens her eyes suddenly and notices my breasts hanging invitingly close. She pushes her head upwards and takes my nipple in her mouth, running her tongue passionately around the peak of my breast. The sensation is incredible and I feel a jet of liquid shoot between my legs. It takes me by surprise and I pause to examine myself.

Margaret seems frustrated by this. "Maggie, what is the matter?"

"Did you not feel that my lady?"

She looks confused. "Feel what?"

I reach down and spread some of the liquid on my fingers. It is thicker than the moisture that comes in the morning. I hold it to my nose and sniff it gently. It is sweet and musky. I hold it up to my lady's nose and she does the same. "Where did that come from?"

"From me. It came from me when you were licking my breast."

"I think the same has happened to me. It feels very wet between my legs."

I reach down and gently run my finger across her folds, confirming her suspicion. I bring it back up and we inspect it. She looks me in the eye. "This proves our desire. Rub it on your breast Maggie."

I give her a quizzical look but comply, then I am shocked as she leans forward and licks it off my nipple, swallowing it for effect. "Our juices taste good together. I'm told a man also produces similar liquids at his conclusion. I think we are doing this correctly."

In my amazement I almost forget how to speak, but I snap my mind back to attention and agree. "I think we must be. It feels so good it must be as God intended."

"Let us continue then. Do what you did before."

We grind together in the conjugal position for a few more minutes until I feel a burning sensation building in the most sensitive spot at the top of my lips. Margaret must also feel it, as she places the same spot against mine and allows me to rub hard against her, placing our legs into a scissor position to enhance the contact. I hold onto her thigh and in only a short time the burning sensation builds into an explosion.

"Aaaah! Maggie - that feels so good - don't stop! Don't stop!!"

Her body convulses beneath me as she lets out a shrill moan and I feel a bolt of lightning shoot from my groin down to my toes and up to the top of my neck. I also cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain and collapse down on top of her quivering chest, my own body spasming uncontrollably.

We lie there together with only our heavy breathing breaking the silence. "Oh my Lord, what was that?!" she eventually gasps.

I feel slightly dazed but manage to say, "I have no idea, but that was the most intense sensation I have ever felt."

"If this is what nuptial bonding is like I can't wait for my wedding night!"

We both laugh and roll on our sides to face each other so we can enjoy a full embrace, pulling the covers over us for warmth, allowing the lingering sensations to slowly dissipate. Not completely for my lady though it seems. "Maggie I still feel a pleasurable ache in my groin that needs attention. Let me try something else if you are agreeable."

Given how correct she has been up to now I have no objections. She throws the covers off again and rolls on top of me, straddling my body and bringing herself up so that her most private reaches are in front of my face. I gaze up her body over her proud breasts to the hungry look in her eyes. It is obvious what she wants me to do. This gives me reason to pause however. Despite the upside down nature of the situation, our respective roles haven't changed and I am compelled to comply out of duty. On a personal level I'm less than enthusiastic. That part of the body produces a lot of less pleasant products at times and that is what I associate it with more than the pleasure centre we have discovered tonight. At least we have bathed, so it should be quite clean.

Aware of her expectant gaze, I tentatively lean upwards and extend my tongue to touch her outer lips. They are very wet and quite swollen - the hair matted flat in places. I run my tongue up one side, staying close to her groin, then pull it back to experience the taste. It is the same sweet, musky flavour as before - not at all disagreeable. Quite palatable actually.

Suitably encouraged, I repeat the action on the other side causing Lady Margaret to respond with another deep moan of pleasure, followed by a short gasp as my tongue flicks the sensitive bud beneath her hood.

"Yesss, Maggie. Oh yes!" she whispers, as if we are in danger of discovery.

In a way we are. This is so far beyond anything that could be accepted that we are possibly risking eternal damnation through our actions. At the same time, we are simply testing out our bodies in preparation for a bigger purpose - our lady's role as a dutiful and fulfilling wife. That is what I keep in the back of my mind as I delve further into my actions as tester, licking her more firmly both inside and outside her lips, responding to her gasps of pleasure and her words of encouragement.

"That's it Maggie - just there! Keep it like that. It feels so good..."

I notice a steady flow of fluid coating my tongue and I need to take several breaks to avoid choking. Lady Margaret has her head back, eyes closed now, pressing firmly back against my tongue. Then she pushes it to the logical extreme.

"Put your tongue inside me so that I may experience penetration."

I pause momentarily while I consider how to achieve this, settling on rolling my tongue into a firmer shape and pressing into the rim of her entrance. I feel her give and I partially enter her, less than an inch inside, but enough to send her into a rapture of delight. She squeals in shock then gives way to the sensation, holding still so I can flick in and out, alternating with side trips up to her hood to capture the copious flow of liquid emerging from there. Her body is soon quivering, her back arched with her right arm behind her, supporting her weight while her left hand roughly rubs her nipples in time with my strokes.

In a short time she gives way and collapses to the side, her body jerking and her hand pushed hard between her legs to try and control the waves of pleasure. Her cries are loud and the risk of discovery frightens me, but she soon settles. I roll close to her and we embrace facing each other, her right leg between mine allowing me to press my slippery lips against her soft thigh. Words are difficult to find so we look at each other and simply laugh.

"Oh Maggie, what did you just do to me?"

"I don't know my lady, but you seemed to enjoy it."

"That I did. If just the tip of your tongue can do that, what will the length of a man do? I may not be able to stand it."

"You will have to tell me about it when it is done."

"Hmmm - I will. I will tell you about it in great detail."

We laugh again, another girlish giggle as if we are innocently discussing arrangements for a party. We kiss for a while, stroking each other's waist and buttocks and enjoying the soft sensations of our breasts pressed close, before sleep eventually catches us and we doze off into the darkness.

I'm not sure what time it is when I awake. It is still dark in the room. The fire and candles burned out hours before. It is colder now. We seem to have pulled the covers over us at some point allowing us to slumber in comfort. I feel the shock of the sudden realisation that Ellen has been left alone all night, combined with the thought that the servants will soon be up and about.

I nudge my nose against Lady Margaret's to try to gently stir her.

"My lady?" I whisper.

"Hmmm?"

"My lady!" I say more urgently.

She slowly comes to her senses in the darkness. "Maggie? What is it?"

"My lady, it is night but I fear it will soon be dawn. We have slept all night."

She jolts slightly, realising the situation we are in - naked in bed together at an unknown hour with the guilt of the night before suddenly descending on her.

"Oh my Lord! Maggie we must put on some clothing."

"Yes, my lady, but I must also exit. I cannot be discovered here."

"Yes, quite so. Help me with my nightgown then you must go to your own quarters."

I have to rush into the bathroom to find my clothes, but fortunately most of them are white and I can find them in the near darkness, all except my stockings which I have to abandon. I complete dressing her as fast as possible, then pull on my own underclothing and gown, leaving it loose and unfastened. I begin heading for the door but Lady Margaret calls me back. I sit down on the edge of the bed. She sits up and hugs me.

"Thank you for indulging me. That was special - I won't ever forget it."

"Nor will I ma'am. I can't believe it was real. It feels more like a dream now."

"Yes, but a very nice dream. Now go. I will see you at dawn."

We kiss quickly on the lips and I make my exit, opening the door as quietly as possible then checking the passage is clear before darting out and running the short distance to our room.

I quickly but quietly open the door and close it behind me in relief once safely inside, my head resting against it as my heart pounds in my chest.

"Maggie? Is that you?"

Ellen's question makes me jump and I whirl around to face the bed. There is concern in her voice. Fortunately the room is dark and she doesn't notice my fright.

"Yes Ellen. I'm so sorry to be so late. Our lady was very concerned about the future and wanted company. We must have fallen asleep for it is now near dawn."

"I have been so worried. I also have concerns about our future and I missed your embrace. Come and join me now so we may have some comfort before we rise."

I step out of my gown and slip into the bed beside her where we cuddle tightly, struggling for warmth. The bed is very cold with just one body. The fireplace we have is tiny compared with the large hearth in our lady's room and it has long since burnt down.

"What were our lady's concerns?" she asks quietly after a few minutes.

Not sure how to explain myself I try to make light of it. "Just concerns about the wedding and moving to her husband's estate. Understandable worry."

"Did she talk about us?"

"Not directly, but she said she will not see us abandoned."

"Good. That is my biggest fear. I am afraid of the city beyond the castle walls. It is not a friendly place for people such us."

We rest at that. There is no need to expand on it further as it is a fear we both share.

<-O->

The last two days have been difficult, but also strangely exciting. I was able to throw myself into the daily tasks when I got up at dawn so as not to dwell on the moral implications of my night with Lady Margaret. Ellen helped her dress, so I busied myself with the servants, emptying the bath and tidying the room. I found my stockings on the floor and quickly placed them out of sight to avoid arousing any suspicions. I know how much the servant staff love to gossip - it's the only recreation they have!

There was little time available with my lady during the day. She was soon caught up in a whirlwind of wedding planning with the Queen and her staff, which we attended as ladies in waiting, but we were largely excluded from the conversation. Lady Margaret occasionally caught my eye and we shared a look of secret understanding, but nothing more.

Sleeping with Ellen has suddenly taken on a new dimension. Having her body so close to me during the night is a temptation I have to work to resist. I have found myself being more affectionate, kissing her on the cheek and holding her closer. She is accepting of it - no doubt putting it down to the uncertainty about our future. Ultimately she is all I have, so I have to be careful not to offend or alienate her, but I have been bursting to tell her more, especially given Lady Margaret's promise that she will offer Ellen the same position in her bath next time they are together. Should I warn her in advance or pretend to be ignorant? Neither option is appealing and I lose either way.

None of this is helped by the visions that fill my dreams of Lady Margaret hungrily feasting on my engorged nipples while we lie together in her bed. I awake with moisture soaking my nightgown in hitherto unseen quantities. How can something that led to so much pleasure be the source of such torment? My confusion is profound, but I mask it by finding additional work to do. Luckily there is no shortage of that now that a date has been set in the summer for the wedding.

Now, after 48 hours of this, it is time for me to attend to Lady Margaret again for the evening. The servants have been dismissed and we are alone. I help her get undressed, as I have done hundreds of times before, but this time I have to resist the temptation to run my hands over her naked skin and hold her close. I try my best to avert my eyes and focus on the task at hand so that my wandering mind is kept in control.

She doesn't seem to be as concerned as I am, standing proudly in her nakedness as I slip the nightdress over her head, smiling at some private thought as she is covered once more. She thanks me and sits down at her night stand. A sense of relief sweeps over me as I start to brush her hair. She looks at me in the mirror.

"How are you feeling Maggie? You seem distant."

I meet her eyes in the glass. Her gaze is softly inquiring, possibly even showing genuine concern.

"I'm fine my lady. I am still amazed that I was so bold with you. It gives me a lot of pause for thought."

"It wasn't your boldness though. I was wholly the instigator. Are you comfortable with the night we spent together?"

I pause before answering, looking at my hands on the hair brush to avoid her eyes. "Yes ma'am. If it was valuable for you then I am glad to have been of service."

I glance at her reflection only to be met by one of her direct stares. "Maggie, what have I told you about being honest with me? You are not my servant - you are my best friend. Now tell me truthfully. Are you troubled or happy?"

I stop for a second so I can answer in a manner more fitting. "A little bit of both my lady. I did enjoy it. You are so desirable and we had so much pleasure, but in the cold light of day there are so many moral questions. And it has made my time with Ellen odd. I want so much to tell her, but I know that would be a breach of your trust."

I know I look pitiful, but it has the desired effect.

"Oh my dear, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to make things so difficult for you. All I can tell you is that I also enjoyed it very much and I have no such moral misgivings. I wanted to explore in preparation for my new life. I see no issue with that."

She stands and turns to face me so we can talk more directly. I continue in my pitiful tremble, talking quickly. "My lady, you said you would offer Ellen the same opportunity to share your bath. Do you still plan to do that?"

"How would that make you feel if I did?"

"I would think it could be beneficial as she will then have the same experience and be able to react as she feels is right. It will help her to maybe not judge me when she knows I also had the same - although there is still the small manner of my keeping it from her for the last two days."

"You will work that out. I have never known two people closer. You are closer than family. It will be fine."

"And for the rest...?"

"I agree that I must offer her that now to help even things between us. But that won't be for another few days. You will have to keep up the pretense until then I'm afraid."

That is enough of a promise to calm me. I can explain my torment to Ellen after she spends time with Lady Margaret alone - if she has a similar awakening to the one I had. "That is a comfort my lady."

She closes the distance between us and places her hand on my waist. "I'm glad. I hate to see you so worried." She brushes back my hair with her free hand and gives me a sly smile. "Now. I was wondering if you would like to help me again with the preparations for my nuptials?"

My eyes snap to hers. It is clear what she means. I experience an initial feeling of panic, but she is so strong in her desire it eliminates any feelings of doubt - after all there it is just the two of us again. I feel a warm contraction in my groin as we gaze into each other's eyes for a moment in the quiet, dimly lit room, before, after demure consideration, I offer her an equally sly smile in return.

"It would be a pleasure my lady..."

<-O->

As it turned out, Lady Margaret never got the chance to make that offer to Ellen. Unbeknownst to us, the King had made arrangements to spend the next weekend hunting with Lord Gordon at Falkland Palace. Lady Margaret was invited so that she could spend more time with her future husband in the King's relaxed country estate, and of course where our lady went, we followed. The Queen would not be joining us - she preferred to stay behind to help with the arrangements for the wedding and to look after Lady Margaret's baby stepbrother, now only a few months old.