The Young Governess (3 page)

“My dear Miss Spencer, we must not keep you a moment longer,” said Lady Fordham during a lull in the conversation. “You will have had a most exhausting day and you really should retire immediately. Breakfast will be between half-past eight and nine o’clock, but one of the housemaids will bring hot water for your toilette at a quarter to seven. Do let me know if there is anything else you need and I’ll have one of the servants take it to your room.”

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That night Kate was woken by a violent storm. Cracks of ear-splitting thunder made it impossible to sleep, rain lashed the windowpanes and the air seemed thick and muggy. Just as she thought the tempest was dying down and she was drifting back into an uneasy slumber, she heard the door open. In the dim light saw a slight, familiar figure steal into her room. Ellie Fordham – like Kate herself – wore a long white nightgown buttoned up to her neck. Her lustrous blond hair fell over her shoulders in the manner of a shawl.

“Ellie! Why, whatever are you doing here?” asked Kate sleepily.

“Oh, Miss Spencer! I was so terrified… the storm!”

The girl’s voice did indeed sound frightened and tearful; Kate rose up to a half-sitting position in her bed. Ellie threw herself into her arms and hugged her governess tightly.

“There, there,” Kate soothed the young girl, “it’s only a thunder storm, nothing to be scared of. Why, we’re all safe and snug in doors, are we not?”

By way of response, Ellie merely shivered and hugged her more passionately. Kate absently stroked the girl’s hair. She could smell the fresh, sweet scent of this young girl’s body, so warm and comforting against her own. She could feel the two springy, apple-like globes of her breasts as they pressed into her ribcage and she fancied that she could even feel their firm, protuberant nipples as well. Little by little, Ellie shifted her body so that they were lying side by side in the narrow bed. Little by little, Kate felt herself drifting back to sleep, her lids grew heavy and her breathing regular.

Kate started to dream. She was back in the hedgerow, in her secret coign of vantage, and she could hear a voice calling her. It was Rosie Jebb. She was saying, “I know you’re in there, Kate Spencer! Come out! Come out this moment!” Shamefully, Kate emerged from her hiding place, no longer a fifteen year old, but a twenty-three year old. To her surprise, she was naked. They both were.

“My, but that’s a lovely bushy fanny you have there, young Katie, let’s give it a feel, shall we?” said Rosie and boldly put her hand between Kate’s legs. Kate blushed scarlet, not because of what Rosie was doing to her but because she loved the feeling so much, and because she could feel her own wetness squelching between her thighs as they clamped together on Rosie’s questing fingers.

“No, Rosie, no! Please Rosie, please don’t, don’t!” For Rosie’s fingers had won the day and now they were tormenting her in the most delicious way, having found a familiar source of pleasure that was located where her sex-lips joined to form a little hood over that impudent button that was her clitoris. And now Mrs Proctor happened by, smiling and nodding at Kate encouragingly. She too was naked, still a fine figure of a woman, but to Kate’s horror, an enormous John Thomas sprouted from between her thighs…

Kate woke up.

In the dim light of her bedroom, she could see that the girl whose hands she could feel between her legs was not Rosie Jebb but Ellie Fordham.

Her sixteen year old pupil was quite naked.

Ellie had thrown aside the sheets and blankets and had somehow managed to raise Kate’s nightdress, too. She had also unbuttoned the cotton garment so that Kate’s full breasts now lay outside it, quite exposed and Ellie’s hungry lips were causing the young governess deliciously erotic feelings as they licked and sucked her nipples with passion. But it was Ellie’s fingers that were causing her the most pleasure as they busied themselves between the folds of her cunt.

For several critical moments, Kate was unable to speak. So confused was her waking mind, that for a time she was unable to distinguish between dream and reality. It was impossible to stop the blissful sensations that swept over her body, that thrilled her senses so. But a tiny corner of her consciousness told her that what was happening was very wrong indeed, that she must stop it, and right away, too.

“Oh Miss Spencer!” murmured her young ravisher disingenuously, “you are so very beautiful. Please forgive me but I simply could not help myself, lying next to you and feeling your lovely, soft, warm body next to mine.”

Kate realised, with another shock, that the young girl’s legs were intertwined with her own, and that Ellie was rubbing her sparsely-haired, wet little sex against her thigh with an increasing urgency. At the same time, her nimble fingers worked the governess’s drenched labia and clitoris until the sensations that this caused became almost unbearable. Finally, Kate found her voice.

“Ellie! You must… ohhh! you must stop that at once! Please… what you do is not… it is very wrong!”

Her voice died away to a tortured gasp as Ellie somehow redoubled her efforts and managed to find a rich seam of the purest pleasure between her teacher’s legs. Kate, half-frightened, half-ecstatic, became aware that she was rapidly losing control of her body. She started to shudder and shake, to twitch and shiver as if gripped by a strong fever. Her mouth opened and, to her horror, she let out a loud and involuntary howl of delight…

Just then Ellie started to give a series of little screams as she, too, started to tremble with a near-orgasmic enjoyment.

Kate was about to make one last valiant attempt to prevent the explosion of physical pleasure that was welling up inside her when the door to her room was flung open and a shaft of light fell upon the bed. Lady Fordham stood there, holding an oil lamp aloft, and gazed down at the writhing tangle of naked legs and arms in front of her. She could see how her nude daughter’s thighs continued to grip and relax, still in the dying throes of orgasm. She looked down upon Kate’s semi-naked body as well and noted her proud breasts, the shine of juices that flowed at the junction of her legs and that the beatific expression on her face that was fast changing to one of guilty horror and dismay.

“Eleanor!”

A furious Lady Fordham literally spat out the name. There was no need to say any more. Little Ellie jumped up and, pulling on her nightgown, sidled past her mother and out of the door without so much as a backwards glance at Kate, who could just hear the soft patter of her retreating footsteps as the young girl escaped to her bedroom.

But Ellie was not to get off so lightly. Kate remained frozen as Alice Fordham wheeled around, set the lamp on the table by the door and strode rapidly after her daughter. There was the sound of a sharp slap, a terse admonitory lecture and loud sobs. A door slammed and, to her very great apprehension, Kate heard her employer’s returning footsteps.

She quickly pulled her nightdress down, pulled on a pair of drawers, then jumped down from the bed and stood, buttoning herself up so that her breasts were once more covered. She could hardly bring herself to look Lady Fordham in the face when she once more stood in her bedroom. When she did, to her amazement, the older woman was smiling.

“That girl! Such a silly young thing, but she has a good heart…”

Alice Fordham advanced on Kate until she was only inches away from the confused governess. Her steady gaze held Kate riveted in place. “Well, my dear, your pretty little governess’s body is really most beguiling. No wonder my daughter was so seduced,” the taller woman mused. “Now that I’ve seen what’s on offer, there’s really no need to cover it all up again.”

And as she said this, she began unbuttoning the top buttons of Kate’s nightgown.

Kate was too flabbergasted to do more than gape. Then she made a feeble attempt to pull herself together and brush away the older woman’s hands, but failed. “But-but, Lady Fordham, you’re married… a mother…,” Kate spluttered. “Surely you can’t …” She was unable to finish the sentence, the words failed her.

“Prefer my own sex? Be a sister of Sappho? A Lesbian?” Lady Fordham finished for her in tones of mock-horror as she pulled the nightdress down to reveal Kate’s bosom. “No, not really, or rather, not strictly. My, those are pretty breasts,” she sighed. “Those pretty, pink little nipples are so eager and alert.”

Kate shivered. Lady Fordham was teasing her nipples, and they liked it! Their reaction astonished and dismayed Kate. She flapped her arms loosely.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty,” Lady Fordham crooned softly, pinching Kate’s delicate pink nipples, rolling them between her long, graceful fingers, tugging them outward to stretch Kate’s beautifully shaped breasts provocatively. “I do not love women exclusively,” Lady Fordham explained. “I enjoy the pleasures either sex can afford me.”

“But your husband, Sir Bradley,” Kate blurted out, trying desperately to fight the tremors of lust that were once more shaking her.

“My husband knows all about it,” Lady Fordham answered easily. “As a matter of fact, he finds it rather enjoyable. Sometimes I bring my women friends home and we have some truly interesting variations.”

Kate shook her head in futile denial. Her nightdress had been unbuttoned and she was naked to the waist. She wanted to break and run, but something held her rooted to the spot.

“Let’s compare breasts, shall we?” Alice Fordham asked, undoing her own nightgown to let her large, lush breasts fall free. Then she ran her hands up, cupped them and ran her thumbs over the nipples.

“Aahhhh, that’s so much better. We’re both very fortunate – not needing any artificial support.”

Kate’s eyes were glued to the older woman’s larger breasts. They were magnificent glands, full and round and heavy, with no sag. Her skin was very pale and the nipples were large sturdy buds, dimpled at the tips, and surrounded by large areolas. Kate had the insane urge to touch those heavy, warm masses, to measure their firmness and weight. She lifted her hands hesitantly.

“Yes, touch them,” Alice Fordham purred. “Lift them and feel them. Feel how soft they are, and warm and heavy. Feel them.”

Kate’s mind was still reeling from the events of the past few minutes. She touched the handsome woman’s full, lush breasts with gentle fingers and an electric thrill passed up her arms from her fingertips. Nothing in the world could feel so soft and warm and inviting. Kate wanted to bury her face in the deep, scented valley between them. She managed to restrain herself, and continued just cupping and lifting the two marvellously heavy, exciting globes. Then she ran her thumbs over the rubbery nipples, the way she loved to do with her own.

“Ahhhh,” Lady Fordham sighed. Then she reached down to take the hem of Kate’s nightdress and lifted it up over her hips. She started to feel under the bunched folds and Kate could feel her gentle, searching hands as they explored the contours of her hips and bottom. Her hand insinuated itself between Kate’s drawers and the furry mound of her dripping sex and tickled her there, teasingly, lingeringly.

“Oh! I see that my daughter has prepared the way, so to speak.”

Kate blushed furiously and fastened her attention completely on the breasts she was exploring with her hands. She was aware of her employer’s hands becoming bolder. She was afraid she would go mad if she thought of anything other than the soft, graceful beauty of Alice Fordham’s breasts. She thought neither of what was happening to her, nor of what was going to happen to her. All that mattered was the soft, warm and thrilling globes of flesh in her hands.

Kneeling briefly, Lady Fordham rolled Kate’s drawers down her slim, strong legs and off. She planted a lingering kiss on her belly, just below Kate’s navel, then dragged a wet tongue the short distance to her pubic bush. Kate felt Lady Fordham’s saliva dry cool on her skin. Then, as she stood up, she once more stroked her hands the length of Kate’s nude body, up the backs of her legs, over her buttocks, and up her back.

That simple, straightforward caress melted the remnant of resistance that was left in Kate. The enormous relief of Lady Fordham’s apparent lack of concern at the compromising situation with Ellie that she had discovered when she had entered Kate’s room – and her own passionate nature – had her seething with sexual need. She was a willing, eager toy in Lady Fordham’s hands now.

Lady Fordham was ready to make full use of the shapely girl standing almost nude before her. This was the most exciting encounter she had had in a long time. The lithe, slim, healthy body of Kate Spencer was the most exciting she had ever seen. She held Kate’s eyes now, and saw the surrender in them. Gently, but firmly, she drew Kate toward her, and licked her lips in anticipation.

Willingly, Kate tilted her head for the kiss she knew was coming, and closed her eyes submissively. Lady Fordham’s lips were warm and moist and thrilling, working softly, easing Kate’s lips open to admit a probing tongue. Warm soft breasts pressed against Kate’s chest and then there was a warm, feminine body against hers. Kate could smell the exciting expensive scent that Alice Fordham was wearing. She had noticed it earlier that evening when they were in the drawing room. Kate touched her employer with her hands, slid them around her, then Kate was pressing the older woman as tightly against herself as Lady Fordham was pressing her.

The young governess was whirled away on a tidal wave of unexpected, lesbian pleasure.

The experience of being semi-nude in the arms of another woman who was also nearly naked, meanwhile indulging in a devouring sexual kiss, was unlike anything Kate had ever experienced: this major engagement made the brief encounter with Ellie seem a light skirmish by comparison. The skin against her own soft silky skin was just as soft and silken, with none of the harsh scratchiness of what she guessed a man’s skin would be. The muscles embracing her were soft and feminine and tender, not hard and demanding as she imagined a man’s would be. There were breasts against her breasts – soft yielding pillows instead of the hard pectoral muscles she had sometimes dreamed of so vividly.

Kate whimpered as she and Lady Fordham tumbled sideways onto the bed. She let Lady Fordham roll them over in a thrilling tangle of sleek, feminine limbs. With legs interlocked, Kate was pressing her warm, juicy cunt against Lady Fordham’s smooth thigh, and felt Lady Fordham’s thick, springy pubic hair scrubbing her own thigh.