Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (46 page)

Lena heard a key in the apartment door lock and turned.

“FINALLY!”

Lena jumped to her feet and ran for the door, preparing to “assist” her errant friend through with a slap to the head. Lenore peaked her head past the door jamb with a cheery smile.

“Hello-oh! Leeee-na! Are you home, lover?”

The put-off partner would have none of Lenore’s sweetie-pie tone. “Lenore Consuela Maria De La Fuente! Where the hell have you been! You’ve had me worried sick! I’ve been waiting for
three
days to hear…

“…some…

“…word…

“…Oh dear God.”

Lena gaped.

Through the door strolled the freaky roomie in a blood red, all leather, skin-tight, short-cropped jacket and mini-skirt combo, complete with a pair of high-sheen, blood red, 6”, open-toe, platform pumps. Lenore had on shiny, bright red lipstick, a particularly sexy look the previous incarnation of Lenore never once embraced or considered. Her fingers and toes were also done up in bright red polish, perfectly applied, with a conspicuous gold toe ring on the middle toe of her right foot.

“A toe ring? Freaky with a toe ring? Holy crap…”

The jacket, in Sardi-esque fashion, was mostly unzipped. Her not inconsiderable cleavage made a bold entrance in advance of the rest of her body.

Lenore bustled in, arms full of shopping bags, and dropped the bags to the floor. She tossed her keys in the tray by the door and threw out her arms for a traditional embrace.

“Hey, Wild Child! I’m HOME!” Did you miss me?”

“Wait a minute. Did she just say, ‘I’m?’ Did Lenore just use a contraction?”

Lenore bolted to Lena and grabbed her around the neck, kissing her with plenty of tongue. The mauling left Lena in a heightening state of desire and confusion. Lenore returned to her bags, rummaging for a present or trinket of undetermined merit. As Freaky Baby bent over, Lena got a marvelous view of Lenore’s tantalizing tushy and the most insignificant of red thongs.

“Oh shit… Freaky’s gone mini-skirt on me!”

“Uhhh… Lenore… Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel
fantastic
, Wild Child! I had the most
wonderful
time with Rory at Staffordshire! I must tell you all about it!”

The Wild Child lifted her palm and slammed her mouth shut. “No, Lenore… I mean…” Lena pointed at Lenore’s outfit. “You’re wearing… THAT!”

Lenore looked down at the wide-open frontier between her nipples and her navel, confused by Lena’s concern. “What’s wrong? Don't you like the color?”

“What’s wrong? LENORE! It’s… My God! It's… It’s pornographic! You look like a… Like… a… a…”

“A Dominatrix?”

“Well… YES!”

“A Mistress?”

“Yeah, that would be a good start.”

“Like YOU, Wild Child?” Lenore winked.

“NOW WAIT A GOSH DARNED MINUTE, LENORE…!”

Lenore cat-walked to the bedroom, transporting the shopping bags along with her. Lena’s jaw slackened a second time.

“Well, dear, I decided it was time to have some
fun
with my wardrobe for a change,” Lenore called back over her shoulder. “All organics and ochre can be very, very dull for a pussy hungry hottie.”

Lenore returned from the bedroom, passed Lena who stood frozen in the middle of the foyer, and proceeded to the kitchen, hips swiveling in runway prime all the way. She looked over her shoulder, blew Lena a kiss, and slapped her nearly-naked ass. Lenore disappeared around the corner of the kitchen doorway.

“Dear God… What the hell happened to my sweet Freaky Baby?”

“Lenore!”

“Yes, Wild Child?”

“Can I ask a simple question?”

“Sure, baby. I’ll be just a sec.”

“’Sure baby?’ ‘I’ll be just a sec?’ Who body-snatched my anal retentive roommate?”

Lenore returned from the kitchen with two large glasses of red wine. Either the zipper on her jacket had opened on its own or Lenore decided it was time to get extra freaky. Lenore’s tits breathed freely.

“Come on over and sit down with me, Wild Child. I’ll tell you all about my visit to Staffordshire.”

The two women moved into the living room. Lenore reclined against the far arm of the couch, stretching her right leg lengthwise and dropping her left foot to the floor. Lenore’s panorama of pussy, fully exposed under her hiked skirt, left Lena coveting copious quantities of cunny-lingus.

The Wild Child plopped into the comfy chair across from the couch. “Lenore, I’m not sure where to begin. I mean… WOW! You've never worn – or even
sort of worn
–
anything
like this before. And what the Hell happened to you jacket? Did the zipper break while you were in the kitchen?”

Lenore looked down at her fully-exposed tits and stomach. The protruding nipple of her left breast summoned Lena’s attention. Lenore tugged on it, rolled it between her thumb and forefinger until it was good and aroused, looked back up at Lena, and shook her head, seeming confused by the question. “No, the zipper didn’t break. I just felt like airing out my titties.”

“Oh Christ. I’m rooming with Christy Canyon.”

“Look… Freaky Baby… You have me a little weirded out here, babe. This isn’t you. You don’t dress like this. I mean...
I
dress like this —
on occasion —
but YOU don’t dress like this. I’ve never seen you in something so...”

“Fun?”

“I was going to say ‘hooker-esque,’ but ‘fun' would be one way to describe it.”

Lenore took a few sips of her wine. She turned her body toward the Wild Child and reclined sideways against the arm of the couch, bending her right leg up at an angle and placing her foot behind her left knee. The strippy crotch of the thong disappeared into Lenore’s clam, her puffy, overused labia protruding to either side for Lena's enjoyment.

Saliva gathered at the corners of Lena’s mouth. “Lenore, sweetie… Can you try not to deliberately turn me on for a little bit? We kind of need to talk... Adult-to-adult, babe.”

Lenore smiled and cocked her head, puckering her lips and blowing Lena a kiss. “What’s wrong with turning you on, Wild Child? I thought you liked the view?”

Lena shivered. She wasn’t having much success blocking out a mental picture of her face buried in Lenore’s woobie. “I like the view, Freaky. I just... I’d just like to talk a bit before I jump all over you. Can we do that? Can you just put your leg down for me?”

Lenore pouted. “Sure. Okay. I get it. I’m not sexy any more.”

“NO! I didn’t say that!”

Lenore brightened. “So I AM sexy?”

“Oh dear God, Lenore! You’re
always
sexy. You
define
sexy. And this... This sort of goes WAY over the top with sexy. Which is why I’m trying to get to the bottom of it. Why are you dressed like this? What happened to you? What happened to that beautiful dress you had on when you left here? Wasn’t that sexy enough?”

Lenore shrugged her shoulders and turned her head in disgust. “That rag? Bleh. I threw it out.”

“You WHAT?”

“I didn’t like it any more. It made me look like a prude.”

“LENORE! That was a $3000.00, handmade, Shalamar original!”

“So?”

Lenore took another long drink of wine, tilted her head back, and swallowed with protracted, erotic gulps. The muscles in Lenore’s neck rippled as the fluid traveled down her throat.

Lena shivered again. “Look… Lenore… You have to stop it. You have to stop with the sexy stuff. I get it. You’re trying to turn me on. It’s working. I’m getting really hot, Lenore. Now can we
please
talk about what happened to you? Come on, Freaky. Stop it! Work with me, will ya!”

Lenore pouted again, rolling her eyes and condescending to Lena’s request. She crossed her legs, put down her wine, crossed her arms, and covered her exposed erogenous zones. “Fine, party pooper! What do you want to know?”

“Well… Why don’t you start by telling me what happened? How did the visit go? That might help me get some background. Was the estate big? Was it beautiful? What happened? Spill!”

Lenore threw her arms wide with excitement and leaned forward. Her tits fell free again and she animated quickly. “Welllll… It was SO MUCH FUN! First, Rory took me on a tour of the estate. The house is ENORMOUS and it is SO romantic! The gardens are stunning and bursting with color! The solarium is so beautiful! And the grand ballroom is astonishing!

“Then Rory took me up to the bedrooms and the upstairs maid tried to seduce me in the hallway but we didn’t actually have sex until the next day and then Rory took me into the master suite but I messed up the covers and Rory called up the chauffeur to discipline me and then the chauffeur finger fucked me on The Master’s bed and then Rory had the chauffeur come in my mouth — and I accidentally swallowed some of it – which tasted like roasted almonds, by the way - and then Rory had his personal assistant – a positively beautiful girl named Sonia - lick the rest of the chauffeur’s cum off my face – and then she deliberately swallowed it — and then she made out with me on the bed and I wanted to make love to her right there – and OH MY GOD she knows how to pick shoes! I have a HUGE walk-in closet full of clothes and shoes – and OH MY GOD she got me more of my favorite calf-wrap sandals! - and then Rory took me down to the basement and I met my new personal assistant – her name is Marla, by the way –– and OH MY GOD, she’s so beautiful! - and then Rory and I had sex with her during the interview, and then we had dinner with her husband – he’s a really sweet man named Declan…” Lenore tapped her chin. “…But I don’t think he’s as big as Rory — and then after dinner I had sex with Declan on the dining room table while Rory had sex with Marla and Sonia right next to us – and I made out with Marla again while we were having sex — Oh GOD I love her lips! — and then I had sex with the chef on the food prep table in the kitchen the next morning before breakfast, and then I had sex with the maid's husband in the indoor pool later that morning and then…”

Lenore told Lena the story…

The
whole
story…

…One hour, seventeen minutes, forty five seconds of mind-numbing, libido-exploding, eye-glazing, pussy-overusing, jaw-dropping details. Lenore did not leave out a single masturbation-fueling, “God, I didn’t know two people could get into that position!” facet.

(The image of Lenore hanging from the pot and pan rack in the kitchen while the chef Shish Kabobed her beef flaps was one Lena didn’t see coming.)

At the conclusion of her story, as Lenore flashed back and finished recounting her just-before-departure, doggie-style encounter on the marble staircase with Rory, Lena concluded masturbating herself to a screaming, head-thrashing, eye-rolling, leg clamping orgasm. A few moments later, after Lena recovered her sanity, the sopping wet, sweat-covered sister slowly lifted her head off the comfy chair and stared at Lenore.

“Oh… My… GOD!!! LENORE!!! OHMYGOD!!! Oh my GOD! OH my God! How many times did you have sex in three days?”

“I lost count, sweetie…”

“Just give me a ballpark number, babe. I counted at least eight.”

Lenore held up her right hand and looked up and to her left. Tapping the index finger of her left hand to her succulent, cherry red lips, she gathered together her recollections of three days of non-stop cheery Os.

“Hmmm…”

“Well… Does getting fingered by the chauffeur count?”

“YES, damn you! YES! It doesn’t need to include a penis! If you came, it counts!”

“Well… Does oral sex count? Sometimes my pussy was a little sore and I just gave the men blow jobs…”

“MY GOD, LENORE! YES! ORAL SEX COUNTS, TOO!”

“Okay… I’m up to eight.”

Lenore looked up again, mouthing the words, “pool table with the butler…” and then, “in the garage on the hood of the Jag with the chauffeur and the gardener...” and finally, “both personal assistants and the maid in the hot tub…”

“More like eleven, babe.”

Lena’s eyes pancaked and her mouth flew open. “Eeeee… Eeeee…. Eeeee….”

Lenore took another long swig of wine. “Yes, dear. Eleven.”

Lena sat transfixed, squishy-snatched, drooley-mouthed, leering at the roommate in full-on hookerware.

“Eleven?”

“Yes, dear. Eleven.”

“Eleven times?”

“Yes, dear. Eleven times.”

“With the
whole
fucking staff?”

“Well… I don’t think I had sex with the pool boy. But I saw his cock! He’s cute! OH!!! I almost forgot to include the foursome with the nice people from the estate over the hill! A very lovely couple named Beatrice and Bartholomew. I didn’t catch their last names. It all happened so quickly. They just dropped by and Bartholomew never had sex with a supermodel before, so Rory let me seduce him. Thank God the indoor pool is heated!”