The Princess's Bride (3 page)

“Y-you can call me D-Daisy. Every time you c-call me 'princess' or 'your h-highness', it makes me uncomfortable.”

“Whatever you desire… prin-Daisy,” Chelsey whispered and blew into Daisy’s ear.

Daisy closed her eyes and smiled when Chelsey squeezed her fingers.

“Go on,” Chelsey prompted her.

Daisy opened her eyes and gave Chelsey a confused look. "Wha – oh! Well, Papa wants me to dance at the ball with Lord Humphrey, this very handsome and rich gentleman. I’ve met him a few times, and he seems nice and proper, but…I just don’t think he is the one for me.”

“And who is the one for you, Daisy?”

Daisy turned her head, and her nose brushed against Chelsey’s. She looked deeply into Chelsey's eyes and was overcome with need.

Her feelings increased tenfold when she noticed the intense look in Chelsey’s eyes.

Without warning, more dew covered her womanly core.

“Um… no one.” She swallowed hard to cover the lie.

“Be truthful, Daisy”

You! It is you,
Daisy wanted to say but didn’t. “I have my head in the clouds, and dream of someone I can never have.”

Daisy moved her face in closer, but Chelsey pulled away. Suddenly, Daisy was embarrassed once more. She moved her hand out from under Chelsey’s and placed her palms against her flushed cheeks.

“Oh my, it is a bit warm out here. I should go—”

“—have you ever tried to find animals in the clouds?” Chelsey reached up and pushed a loose curl behind Daisy's ear.

Daisy clapped her hands in excitement. “Yes! I have. But only by myself. It’s considered to be a child’s game.”

Chelsey lay down, put her hands behind her head and looked up at the sky. “Let’s act like children for a short time and see if we can spot some animals. What do you say?”

Daisy glanced up at the sky; it was the perfect day to play this game. The sky was a glorious, clear blue canvas covered with puffy white clouds floating near the horizon. She set her book off to the side and lay down, shoulder to shoulder, with Chelsey and enjoyed the shade of a nearby tree. She rested her hand on her stomach, ignoring the corset's whalebone that poked her in her side, and stared up. The sun’s rays forced her to cover her brow with her other hand and squint so that she could make out the clouds.

“I see a cow,” Daisy said and looked over at Chelsey when she heard her laugh. It was a husky sounding chuckle, very different from Daisy’s own high-pitched giggles.

“I don’t see it. But I do see a horse.”

Daisy titled her head. “Where? I don’t.”

“There.” Chelsey pointed up in the sky and indicated a grouping of clouds.

“Ah, I think I see it,” Daisy responded.

Chelsey grasped her hand again and twined their fingers together.

Minutes passed, and Daisy grew drowsy. She felt a shadow over her face and opened her eyes. She was expecting to see a large cloud above, but instead she found Chelsey leaning over her.

“I noticed you ceased your stuttering a while ago. Why do you only stutter with me?”

Daisy pursed her lips together and tried to think of a plausible reason. Chelsey gave her a wide smile and shook her head as if she found something amusing.

Meanwhile, Daisy grew nervous under Chelsey’s gaze. Was this cheeky woman enjoying her unease? “I would rather not talk about it,” Daisy finally said. “Why don’t we continue to look at the clouds?”

“Daisy.” Chelsey let go of Daisy’s hand and gently cupped her cheek. Daisy opened her mouth, but then closed it, as Chelsey pressed her lips against hers.

Daisy lay there, trembling, as Chelsey slowly brushed her mouth over her never-been-kissed lips. After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Chelsey lifted her mouth away, breaking the kiss, and licked her lips. She looked down at Daisy in a way that made her hot with wanting and eager to undo the top of her dress.

How lovely it would be to feel the cool air upon her naked skin and sense Chelsey’s hot gaze upon her breasts. Heat rushed between her legs at the idea.
But did Chelsey mean it? What
was her purpose in kissing…?
“Why did you kiss me?” Daisy asked softly.

Chelsey placed her thumb across Daisy’s lips. “I have wanted to do that for so long. I dreamt of you at night, wondering what it would be like to slip my tongue inside your mouth…

and taste other parts of your body.”

Daisy felt the heat building again at Chelsey’s intense look. "Oth-other parts of my b-body?" Her voice came out in a squeak, and she closed her eyes, releasing a pant as Chelsey pressed her mouth down again, this time against Daisy’s flushed throat.

“And I think you feel the same way, Daisy,” Chelsey breathed between delicate kisses.

“Please tell me it's true.”

This time, Chelsey grabbed Daisy’s arms, and the kiss she delivered was far more powerful than the last. Daisy opened her mouth, but when Chelsey slipped her tongue inside, Daisy pulled away and placed her arm over her forehead, overcome with heat.

“Daisy?” Chelsey whispered. “Please don’t be frightened. I just want to show you how much you mean to me.”

Daisy peeked over her arm. “And what do I mean to you?”

Chelsey pushed Daisy’s arm away from her face. She cupped her cheek again, rubbing her thumbs across Daisy’s dimples.

“You are very special to me. You have been, ever since my mum and I came to work here. I would love to show you how much.”

Daisy swallowed a yelp as Chelsey kissed her again. These kisses were much longer and deeper and had her squirming. She grew warm all over.

“H-have you kissed many women before?” she asked as Chelsey lifted her mouth and, with one hand, unbuttoned the front of Daisy’s dress.

“I’ve kissed men, but never a woman before. You are my first.
We
are each other’s first.

But know this: for me there will be no other.”

Daisy bit down on her knuckles in fear and anticipation as she watched Chelsey pull open the front of her dress. The fabric fell down to her wait. She looked back up at the sky, closed her eyes and bit her lip in a mixture of embarrassment and desire. When Chelsey brushed her knuckles over Daisy’s chemise-covered breasts, it sent a rush of molten liquid to her inner core.

Daisy let out a whimper as Chelsey kissed the top of one of her breasts. She pulled apart her chemise and unlaced the front of the blue frilly corset Daisy's hated wearing.

Chelsey spread open the restricting garment and squeezed one globe. Daisy swallowed a squeak.

“You won’t do anything I don’t want you to do, will you, Chelsey?” Daisy asked meekly.

Chelsey laid her palm on Daisy’s stomach and kissed her again with such longing that Daisy could feel it down to the tips of her toes. “I will do whatever you desire, my innocent little Daisy.”

Daisy gave Chelsey a small frown. “I-I'm not that innocent!” she exclaimed. Chelsey snickered. “Oh really?” She lifted an eyebrow and moved her arm down until she reached the hem of Daisy’s dress and slipped her hand underneath. Daisy swallowed a moan as Chelsey groped under her skirt.

Chelsey gave her a surprised look. "Why Daisy, only two petticoats? Whatever would your father say?"

Daisy giggled, and Chelsey joined in. The tension that had been growing steadily between them now evaporated into joyous yearning. She sighed in delight as Chelsey's hand gently squeezed her knee.

Gazing up at Daisy, Chelsey gave her a wicked-looking grin. "That's the spirit, princess!"

Daisy smiled and opened her mouth to respond, but she lost all powers of speech as Chelsey moved up to caress her inner thighs. And then, with a gentle press, she reached up to touch her needy core.

“P-please don’t be disgusted, but I have a tendency to make too much dew.”

Chelsey halted her movement. She dropped her face down on Daisy’s chest and let out a deep laugh. Daisy wanted to stroke Chelsey's thick locks, but held back as shame filled her. She looked off to the side.

“Dew?” Chelsey looked up, and Daisy nodded and blushed.

“That is what I call it when I… you know.” She shrugged and glanced away.

Chelsey rose up on her elbow and put her chin in her palm. She snickered again. “I suppose late at night when you’re in bed you have touched yourself, making ‘dew?’”

“I have never done that!” Daisy’s cheeks grew an even darker shade of red. Chelsey gave her a look that implied she knew a lie when she heard one. “Well, maybe once or twice, but only when I was dreaming of you.”

Daisy covered her mouth, shy over her admission. Chelsey stopped smiling and, before Daisy could respond, Chelsey moved her hand up higher and trailed her fingers along Daisy’s mound through the layers of fabric.

“Uh.” Daisy moaned and tilted back her head as Chelsey circled her fingers over Daisy’s moist center.

“Do you like that, my Daisy?” Chelsey asked as bent down to kiss her again.

Daisy nodded as she bravely slipped her tongue into Chelsey’s mouth. Their tongues moved against one another. This time Chelsey moaned.

Daisy followed the way Chelsey kissed her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, fisting her hands into the lapels of Chelsey's dress as desire flooded her. Chelsey rested her torso against Daisy's hip and pushed her hand inside the open slit in Daisy's drawers. She cupped Daisy’s nether curls and inserted two fingers slowly into her moist center.

“Oh…” Daisy exhaled loudly and lifted her face away from Chelsey’s in shock. Chelsey feathered kisses across Daisy’s cheeks, chin and neck as her fingers rubbed over Daisy’s inner lips. And when she pressed against a spongy spot Daisy had only found once before, Daisy sobbed with excitement and bit down on her arm to suppress a loud, passionate scream. She shifted against Chelsey’s hand and panted hard as Chelsey pushed a third finger in.

“How about this?” Chelsey asked as she tugged Daisy’s bodice open further, loosening her chemise and pulling it down to where one of Daisy’s dark, rosy colored nipples stood in a point. She swallowed the breast with her mouth before Daisy could answer.

Bright spots appeared in front of Daisy's eyes, and the sky above her seemed to spin.

“Oh, Chelsey.” Daisy wrapped her legs around Chelsey’s waist and gyrated in time with her fingers as they spread her musky need up and around her clit.

Chelsey’s other hand went under her dress and searched between Daisy’s legs until she cupped her ass. Daisy opened her mouth wide and let out a wail of delight.

Chelsey released Daisy’s breast and went to work on the other one, flicking Daisy’s nipple with her tongue. The sight of Chelsey loving her bosom was proving to be almost too much for her.

Daisy's eyes rolled back as Chelsey forced her thumb in deep against the inside of Daisy's buttocks. She thrust her other hand against Daisy's virginal entrance.

Daisy shuddered and released a gush of dew in true bliss.

Tears fell down her cheeks from the incredible pleasure of finally experiencing her heart and body’s desire. Chelsey gave her long, deep and tender kisses, licking and nipping at Daisy’s lips as Daisy’s body let out one last shudder of gratification. She hid her face in Chelsey’s neck and burst into tears.

“Shh, Daisy, all will be well. Was I too rough?’

Daisy heard concern in Chelsey’s voice and rubbed her legs together against Chelsey’s hand that lay still against her now very damp, swollen pussy. “No. You were wonderful, Chelsey.” Daisy wiped her eyes and kissed Chelsey's cheek.

Chelsey pushed away a few of the limp curls that lined Daisy forehead. She gave her another deep kiss and pulled her hand out from under her skirt.

Daisy wiggled her nose as her womanly fluid slid down her legs. Chelsey looked longingly at her fingers before sniffing them, which made Daisy turn away in embarrassment.

Chelsey wiped her hand on the blanket and wrapped her arms around Daisy in a tight embrace.

“Thank you for spending the afternoon with me,” Daisy said, pressing her forehead against Chelsey’s.

Chelsey smiled and gave Daisy a tender kiss. “No matter what happens, I will always remember this day forever.”

“Truly?” Daisy’s eyes drooped as the sudden need for a nap claimed her.

“Yes. This was the day I made you mine,” Chelsey said, leaving no room for argument.

“It was so very lovely,” Daisy said in a very sleepy voice and yawned. She snuggled in closer as Chelsey wrapped an arm around her new, not so innocent lover.

Daisy sighed, enjoying the feel of Chelsey’s hand cupping her breast in a protective grip. She drifted off to sleep as Chelsey hummed a soft, playful tune in her ear.

Daisy was now a woman in the truest sense, having been introduced to the delights of love.

Daisy stood in the water closet, smiling and feeling giddy as she held the note that had just been slipped under her bedroom door. She lifted it up to her mouth and placed a kiss on the ivory paper. She knew it was a piece of her father's stationery; a monogram with the letter "C"

lay at the top of the page.

"Oh, Chelsey, how daring you are." She giggled, very amused that Chelsey had been brave enough to enter her father's most sacred domain to have snatched this piece of very expensive stationery.

She walked over to the window and sat on the ledge to read the words Chelsey had penned, for what seemed to be the fiftieth time.

Your Highness,

I request the honor of your presence at the old barn near the lakeside at quarter past three this
afternoon. Bring only yourself and one of those naughty serials you enjoy reading. We can act
out the next scene together.

Yours,

Chelsey

"Oh my," Daisy whispered, turned to look out the window and up at the sky. This day was much like the one a few weeks ago, when Chelsey had introduced her to the astonishing affection two women could share together. The past three weeks had been a dream come true for her, and she couldn't wait to show Chelsey how much she had learned under her tutelage. No longer would she lie back and enjoy Chelsey's touch on her dewy mound and swollen titties. She was ready to touch Chelsey in the same way, although Chelsey was always the one who took control.