Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (33 page)

Squirming in her seat, Lena considered the risk of sharing the unwashed essence of the women’s relationship. But the pair had a pact. If a man was going to steal one of their hearts, he had to agree to “The Catch” or he didn’t get to steal.

The girls came as a matched set. Winner take all or winner take nothing.

“Rory… Oh brother! I don’t even believe this myself sometimes.”

“What? What’s wrong, Lena?”

For the first time since the coffee incident, the powerhouse attorney in Rory’s arms was a worthless mess of confused, conflicted emotions. Lena knew she was on her own.

Rory reached around and urged Lenore to join him in the chair, leading her to climb up, curl up, and let him surround her with his arms. She hid her face in Rory’s chest, afraid that Lena’s confession would drive away “The One,” the man she saw in her dream so many years earlier.

“Lenore… Oh wow! I don’t know if I can do this!”

Lenore lifted her head and shot Lena a brutal, eye-squinting stare, immediately returning her face to Rory’s chest.

“Okaaaaay. I suppose I
can
do this. Oh my God. Rory… Uh… Wow... Oh boy… How do I put this…?”

Rory held up a finger. “Perhaps I can help. How about something like this… ‘Rory, Lenore and I are lovers.’ Am I close?”

Lenore’s head shot up, coming to a stop inches from Rory’s eyes. She turned and looked at Lena, who shrugged and grinned. Lenore swiveled back to Rory, relieved and a touch irritated.

“RORY ST. CLOUD! HOW DID YOU KNOW?”

Rory laughed hard and offered a classically “Wild Child” reply. “
Are you kidding me?
Where do I
begin
? Okay… Let’s see…

“Well… First, I walked into a two-story loft shared by two super-hot, internationally famous women and I saw just
one
bedroom. Okay, that’s a clue. But how about this? I looked into said bedroom and I saw a
single
bed. Oh yes… and then there’s the whole ‘walking around the apartment like it's our own private nudist colony’ bit. OH… And to
top
it off, you two should have heard what it sounded like out here after you pursued Lena into the bedroom. It sounded like two horny superheroes throwing each other around in there. The moaning and groaning and crashing and pounding… Dear God!

“By the way… Just how much furniture did you two break?”

The girls shrugged, mortified at their antics.

“Oh… And one more ‘by the way’…” Rory air-quoted.

“Which one of you tackled the other one to the floor?”

Lenore sheepishly raised her hand.

“I suspect you’ll hear from the landlord in the morning.”

Lena found the whole thing rather humorous. “Oh dear, Lenore. Our secret is out!”

Lenore, not so much. “Oh Rory, I am so humiliated! You must think we are sick, sexual deviants! I did not bring you here to expose you to this! I just wanted you to meet my friend Lena so we could help you feel better!”

“’Friend’? Is
that
what you call her? Lenore, I have a feeling that’s a whopper of an understatement. How long have you two been lovers?”

In all their years together – four years at Paulson, three at Harvard, a year and a half in practice - nobody ever successfully put the two women in the same, sexually-charged bed. Oh, there were rumors, but never any proof.

Sheepishly, Lena held up 7 fingers.

“SEVEN YEARS? You two? Two of the most recognizable women on the planet? Seven years? Wow! And you managed to keep it out of the press? Amazing! How did you do it?”

Lenore’s sobbing eased and she let her face rest on Rory’s chest. She smiled at Lena with adoring eyes. Lena shared the details.

“Well, it wasn’t all that hard, actually. I mean, we never really ‘made love’ at Paulson. It was mostly just making out. We slept together all the time in pajamas, but we never really broke any furniture in the dorm. But at law school… Well… Lenore couldn’t control herself any longer. She went all sexy on me one night, seduced me, and then… Well… Have you ever seen me throw a tantrum on the court?”

Rory nodded.

“Imagine how that translates to the bedroom. Once we started heating things up at Harvard the furniture started snapping like twigs. We had to buy the entire building as an investment property just so we could keep the next floor down clear of anyone who might report us to the building super.”

Rory looked down at Lenore and she looked up with chagrin. She shrugged and pointed at Lena. “Well, look at her Rory! You saw what she looks like when she’s naked! How could I be expected to resist… Well… THAT?”

The three shared a laugh, the tension finally cut, their secret out and into the hands of the billionaire his own closet full of secrets.

“But… Wait a minute. Lena… Lenore… Now I'm
really
confused! You two are… Are lovers… But… You sound like you’re… Are you two
happy
that I’m falling in love with Lenore?”

“Relieved is more like it, Rory. Oy! The bruises I have all over my body because of that freaky supermodel…”

Lenore stood and took Rory’s hands. “Excuse me, dear. I think I can take it from here…”

Twenty Three

Lenore led Rory to the couch and directed him to settle snuggly between the two sexpots. With a wink and a nod between them, Lena and Lenore wrapped their arms and legs around their featured guest. Lena unbuttoned Rory’s shirt and Lenore breathed into his ear.

“Rory, dear, do you remember what you said about loving more than one person at a time?”

“Yes… but…”

Lena licked his other ear.

“Ohhhh… God…!” Rory moaned.

“You see, Rory, you get to fall in love with me and Lena will come along as a sort of… I don’t know… what would you call it, dear?”

Running her fingers across Rory’s chest, Lena offered a politic answer. “Hmmm… Why don’t you just… Consider me… The ‘Fringe Benefit plan’!”

Rory howled, then moaned. Lenore grabbed his cock in the middle of his laughter.

Rory assessed Lena, peering through the fog of foreplay. “Are you really okay with this, Lena? Are you going to be okay if I take Lenore away from you? If someone stole my lover like this I would be devastated. Actually… I'd probably have them killed!”

“The answer to that, Rory, depends on how you answer one little question.” Light-hearted Lena vanished, replaced by Lenore’s sworn protector. She locked on Rory’s eyes and turned deadly serious. “Rory St. Cloud… Are you really, truly prepared to
love
my Freaky Baby as much as I love her?”

Rory looked briefly into Lenore’s hopeful eyes and then looked back at Lena. “I don’t understand how a man could fall so hopelessly in love with a woman he never met before, but… Yes, Lena. I feel my heart coming alive inside Lenore.”

“Then the answer, Rory, is ‘yes.’ You have my permission to take Lenore. There is, however, one, teeeeeny, weeny little stipulation.”

“What kind of stipulation?”

“Well, Lenore… Since he’s your, ‘The One,' perhaps you ought to fill him in on,” Lena air-quoted, “’The Catch’.”

Lenore struggled. “Uhm… Rory… Well… We have often talked about this... Lena and I. You see… Lena and I… We are
so
in love with each other. And we will be in love
forever
. And we never
really
believed either of us would
ever
fall in love with a man the way we love each other. We always talked about it, but... We never really imagined it would happen. So…”

Lenore finger-walked her way across Rory’s chest and stuck her index finger into his mouth. He sucked.

“…We... We came to an agreement. And it is such a tiny little thing, really. And I am certain you will not mind. And we promise to make it pleasurable for you. You see… Lena and I agreed that… Well... If a man won either of our hearts… He would only be allowed to take one of us away if he also agreed to love and care for our sister until she found a man of her own.”

Dumbstruck, Rory scanned back and forth between the Siamese sexpots. “OH MY GOD! Are you telling me… If I take you, Lenore, I have to… Dear God...
I have to keep Lena happy, too
?”

Two sets of fingers groped Rory’s crotch, two sets of lips pressed to his lips, two tongues danced in his ears, and two pairs of legs wrapped around his legs. Rory’s cock snapped to attention.

“I would not say, ‘happy,’ exactly. Lena is independently wealthy, so you do not need to worry about taking care of her material needs. But until Lena finds her own ‘The One,’ I refuse to abandon her.”

Rory’s mouth fell open in rapt astonishment.

“You see, Rory… If you and I make it past tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and every day after that, you will find yourself in bed
every
night surrounded by two horribly horny women.”

Rory leaned his head back against the couch and shook his head, moaning as the girls pawed his body. They offered Rory erotic outpourings of Sapphic lust, sharing open-mouthed kisses and licks inches from his eyes.

“Okay, Lenore… Let me see if I get this straight… If I fall in love with you, Lena is… Dear God… The
mandatory
‘fringe benefit plan’?”

The two women smiled across at each other, looked at Rory, and nodded, responding in unison.

“Yes!”

A dirty, greedy smile crept across Rory’s face. “Well then. There’s no time like the present. Lenore De La Fuente, I DO love you! And it IS our fate! I knew it from the moment you first touched me tonight. I felt something amazing and peaceful enter me when you touched my face. I felt you surround me with love. I can’t explain it, I can’t comprehend it, and I can’t stop myself. I’m hopelessly yours, Lenore.”

Joyful tears trickled down Lenore’s face, a huge smile welcoming Rory’s profession of love. Rory turned and scanned the sexy third wheel. Lena gave him a toothy grin.

“Yesss, St. Scrumptious?”

“Lena… Wow! Well… Until we find you a man of your own, consider me a willing surrogate. My bed is your bed.”

Lena pouted. Lenore grimaced and shook her head. “Hmmm… Lena… I do not think that is good enough, do you?”

“Nope, Lenore… Not good enough at all,” she pouted. “Sounds kind of weak, if you ask me.”

Perplexed, Rory looked back and forth. Lenore made their intent clear.

“Rory, darling… If you truly love me, you must also love my lover.”

“AHHHH! Lena…”

“Yes, St. Snugly Wuggly?” Lena asked, eyes batting.

“I love you, too.”

“Now THAT is what I wanted to hear!” Lena lunged in and hugged the hunk. “Thank you for sharing your teddy, Lenore! He's so cuddly!”

“You are most welcome, roomie.”

Lenore bent over and unbuckled Rory’s pants, pulling his prick free, relishing the sensation of a man’s flesh and blood penis in her hands. Rory did not protest.

“Ohhh… Lena… Oh my God… You must feel this! It is so amazing! It is so much softer than a dildo!”

Lena put her hand on Lenore’s, threading their fingers together, experiencing her first real, flesh and blood, throbbing cock. “WOW! So that’s what it feels like? Oh, Lenore, this is AWESOME!”

Marquee lights crackled to life in the boy toy’s mind. “Wait a minute! Do you mean to tell me you girls are… Virgins?”

They giggled. Lena replied for the pair, air quoting as needed. “Well, if by ‘virgin’ you mean never experiencing a real, live penis in our privates, then yes. We are both,” Lena giggled again, “unsullied by the equipment of men. But if by ‘virgin’ you mean popping a cherry, oh, we left that status behind a
long
time ago. At last count, Lenore and I broke sixty four double-headed…”

“LENA!” Lenore scolded.

Rory injected a note of caution. “Then girls… You know… We may want to slow down a little bit. I mean… Wouldn’t you like your first times to be a little more… I don’t know…
Individualized?
Maybe a little more romantic? Like I could take each of you to a romantic dinner first. And… I don’t have any condoms with me. I’m really sorry girls, but I really wasn’t planning on any of this happening tonight.”

The girls pouted in unison. “Ohhh… that’s too bad.”

Lenore stuck her tongue into Rory’s ear and introduced an explicit enticement. “And here we were prepared to let…”

Lenore licked his neck.

“…the billionaire stud…”

Lena licked his lips.

“…make love to
two
…”

Lenore and Lena licked either side of his face.

“…virgin pussies…”

The girls licked his chest, cheeks pressed together, eyes looking up and locked to his.