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I listened to his words and felt an inner calm, drawn from his strength I have not felt in years. I force myself to stop crying, but still cling to him. But suddenly hear his excalmation as he pushes me away. I turn quickly, and there is Katie, mussed and dirty from the cleaning. My face streaked with tears, my heart full, I long to fall into her arms, but restrain myself. I am unsure what she thinks by the look on her face.
 
Katie

Miranda? Wrapped in Beau's arms? At first, my feelings nearly betrayed me. I thought the two people I loved had shut me out, but then I saw her tears and my heart softened. It warms my heart to have Beau's tenderness and compassion confirmed. For a moment my heart nearly overflows with unfamiliar feelings.

I walked slowly over to our stallion - we still hadn't named him - and petted his nose. I reached into my apron pocket and drew out a few sugar cubes and fed them to him.
"Did you do what you needed to do?" I asked Miranda with some measure of cheer in my voice.
 
I took a deep breath and smile. her eys showing her confusion, pain, and then understanding.
"Yes. Poor General. I even belted him on the chin. I think he might need a kiss to feel better. I shall bed the stallion down." Without giving either of them a chance to speak,I took his lead and led him off, carefully. He didn't like me as much as Katie, and didn't want to leave her seemingly endless supply of sugarcubes. I took him in and unsaddled him. stroking his hot body, leaning against him to feel his strength. One of the boys came in and laughed, taking over. He had pinned me against the stall wall.
"Miss Miranda, you know you shouldn't be in there with him. He isn't overly fond of you." Jarrod laughed again as I slipped out, blushing. He was a neighbor hand and stopped by periodically to check on us poor woman. As he helped me groom him I told him about General's return. He was stunned. I knew it wouldn't be long before the whole area knew, and knew we were no longer defenseless women. he had come to exchange some vegetablews with Nanny, so I wandered back out, and saw them sitting where I had been. The shade casting its shadows. They looked so right, so perfect. What right did I have to disrupt them with my love for her. No, he wanted me to stay. I guess as a sister, though it wasn't sisterly thoughts I was having when I watched him stroke her cheek.
 
Beau

My arm around Katie's shoulders, my fingers stroking her cheek, I whispered, "You are unbelievable. I still cannot believe, after all that we have been through, that life - right now - could be so special. Please tell Miranda for me that she is welcome as long as she wishes to stay. I told her, but she seems to feel that she is intruding. I know you two are close. Reassure her that my house is hers - and yours - for as long as you both wish to grace 'Fairview'."

My heart was full to bursting...as I saw Miranda come back out of the stable. I waved her over to where we were sitting.
 
I saw him notice me, and waved back. Walking slowly over and smiling. Suddenly, the sight of their hand holding made me light and happy. I felt like laughing.
"Katie. Jarrod brought over some fresh vegetables. General, you better watch it. He is a young 15 year old, with a massive crush on our Katie here. But it will be nice to have fresh greens on the table." As I finished my tummy growled, audibly, and very unladylike. I flushed, but felt better when the General smiled and rubbed his own.
"Let's go see if dinner is close." I took her hand, as I had always done, but almost dropped it again. No, he said I was welcome, and I wouldn't deny my love for her anymore. Not to him, unless she chose to keep it a secret. Nanny was close to having it ready. About an hour.
"I need to wash, and so Miss Katie, do you." Raising my eyebrow at her smeared, sexy face. "And don't you have something to show the General?"
 
Katie

I felt warmed completely from the inside out from Beau's words, but before I could respond, Miranda was there. I smiled at her. She had such a happy look on her face. I just wanted to grab her and hug her, hard, then kiss her, but I restrained myself. Actually, that's what I'd been restraining myself from regarding Beau, as well.

"Okay, Miranda," I said with a little giggle. "Let's go wash!" I looked at the dirt on my hands and, knowing myself, I must be covered with it! "Beau, I mean, General," I cleared my throat and tried to sound detatched and formal, but it didn't work very well, "If you would follow me, I will show you to your room." I pecked Miranda's cheek and started up the stairs at a skip.

The sun was shining and everything was well in the world. More importantly, I had someone, two someone's! to love and be loved by. What more could I want?

I stopped at the door to the Master bedroom and waited expectantly at the door while Beau inspected it. I hope he liked it! Then I headed for mine and Miranda's room to clean up.
 
I followed them slowly up, letting them go ahead to his room. Their room. Though they might not be ready to acknowledge it, I would think of it as theirs.
I went on to our room and started straightening it. Luckliy it wasn't too bad, though the sheets needed changing. I stripped the bed and started changing it myself.
 
Beau

As I closed the door, I flashed back to last night. Although I am older, she seems not to mind. Despite my urbanity, I had little experience with women - or for that matter, the ways of the world. During the war, I was far too busy on the General's staff to find time for social activities. Afterward, I was concentrating on eating and staying alive.

Stripping my hot dusty clothes off, I sponge myself from the water in the basin. Laying down on the bed, I pull the thin blanket up. I will just rest for ten minutes before dinner.............
 
We finish getting the room ready and wash up, changing into our "evening" frocks. We laugh as they aren't much better then our day ones, and Katie's is a bit snug in the bosom. She has gotten more muscular, from working. Though I sigh as I compare our two bodies. She is so womanly. Of course I try to behave, but my hands won't stay off her. We know he is waiting though and try to hurry.
But he isn't around downstairs, and Nanny hasn't seen him. I wonder if he could still be in his room? I send Katie to check, not sure he would appreciate me going in. I look in on our guest. She is awake and sitting up, taking some more broth from Nanny. Smiling shyly she looks, her eyes so deep and sad. I smile back, petting her hand, which she has held out to me. I try to get her to talk, but she shakes her head and cries. I won't push it. And I tell her so. She is welcome to stay, and again tell her that no one here will hurt her.
Katies still isn't back down when I come out. Dinner is ready, and if it gets cold, it will ruin the food. I hesitate to interrupt, so pour some wine and settle on the settee in the main hall, with a book of poems, written by someone in his family almost a century ago.
 
Katie

Dressing with Miranda was a new experience after our earlier "new" experience. I let my hands linger while I helped her fasten her dress and gave her a special hug as we were leaving the room.
Once downstairs, we discovered Beau wasn't about.
"Why don't you go check his room, Katie?" Miranda suggested, while she went to check on the girl.
I hurried up the stairs and down the hall to the master suite. I knocked softly, but got no answer so I opened the door just a crack and peeked in.
Beau lay on the bed, covered only by a thin blanket. He appeared to be naked and I blushed. I tiptoed into the room, shutting the door behind me and stepped quietly to the bed. I leaned over him and brushed my lips against his softly, then with a little more pressure.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," I whispered next to his ear.
 
Beau

.......soft lips on mine shake me from my deep sleep. My arms slide around Katie - my mouth - sensuously - on hers. Our tongues touch...a little moan as I pull her down on the bed. Rolling over, our lips still locked, my hands - almost involuntarily - begin to explore the mysteries of her body. As I break the kiss, my fingertips slide along the curve of her full breasts. She is so fresh and passionate. My tongue flicks - exploring the slope of her breasts. The warm dark valley beckons...my tongue slides between them as my hands stroke the full globes...

My leg touches Katie and then my knee slips between her thighs - pressing insistently.
 
Katie

A little gasp escapes my lips as I find myself rolled onto Beau's bed. But surprise quickly turns to pleasure as his lips begin to explore mine.
Beau begins to explore my breasts, tantalizing me with his soft kisses and fiery nips. I feel transported to another world. His leg presses between mine, drawing my mind back to the present.
"Beau..." I gasped, "Beau...it's dinner ti--" his lips cut me off again. I try to disentangle my lips, but the desire to do so is very faint. "Ohhhhh...." I surrender to his desire as his hand begins to slide up my leg.
 
Beau

Katie's soft inner thigh is radiating heat. With a moan, my body slides off the bed - kneeling - my hands exploring her voluptuous body. My fingers hook her undergarment and slip it over her hips. With a rapid movement I flip her skirt up and bury my face in the sweet triangle at the apex of her legs. With my tongue flat I begin to taste her honeyed nectar. Her soft curly fur is wet - matted down from her juices and my saliva. As she moves, I grip her hips and pull her gently to my ravenous mouth. Licking...licking.......licking, my tongue hot on her soft lips. Long, long.......slow licks - I want her to to climb the mountain and then slide down the other side. The tip of my tongue slips between her lips, the soft pink inner lips glistening in the light. Opening my mouth wide, I suck them - gently - deep into my mouth. My hands slide around her full hips, cupping her ass and caressing as my mouth makes love to her secret places.........
 
Katie

Beau's intense lovemaking drive all thoughts out of my head save for those of the pleasure he creates. His mouth between my thighs drives me higher and higher toward that ultimate pinacle of sensation until it finally bursts on me in wave after wave of ecstacy.
Finally catching my breath, I tug on his hair to pull him to me. He kisses me gently, giving me a taste of myself, which makes me forget to mention dinner to him.
He rolls to his back when I push, and I begin trailing wet kisses over his chest. Every angle and plane, scar and dimple fascinates me and I let my tongue play over each until I reach his hard manhood.
I take it in my hand cautiously and slowly pump up and down on it. I want so badly to bring him the same pleasure he brought me. I glance up to catch his eyes, and, sensing my question, Beau places both hands on my head and guides me toward his shaft...
 
Nanny has asked me twice now about dinner. I know, in my heart, what is happening, and do not want to interrupt, but blush as she grins. She is much too wise. She can keep things warm another 15 minutes and then must take them out. It is a rare occasion when we have fresh beef, another Jarrod gift, and we cannot let it dry out. I will give them a few more minutes and then have to interrupt, but how?
 
Beau

my fingers twine gently in Katie's hair. I don't want to scare her. Her hand on my shaft is causing the most interesting sensations. Guiding her firmly, I bring her head to the tip of the shaft - as rigid as a telephone pole.

"Katie....Katie," I mumble - almost incoherently.
 
Katie

Wanting more than anything to pleasure Beau as he's pleasured me, I slowly open my mouth to accept his cock. The skin in so very soft, yet he is unbelievably hard. I explore him slowly, a little cautiously, a little afraid of him.
He guides my head up and down until I understand what he wants. I open my mouth all the way and let him slide inside me. His hands are so gentle in my hair. Guiding me, yet protecting me from his rampant passion.
Slowly, I learn to pleasure him....exploring him with my tongue. As he continues to pump in and out of my mouth, I sense him speeding up, his breath comming in short gasps, his fingers tightening in my hair.
 
I couldn't wait any longer, and softly knocked. I didn't hear anything. Maybe they weren't even in there, and I had worried for nothing. I quietly opened the door.
She was between his legs and bent over, her head held in place by his strong hands. My anger flared. He was forcing her to perform. But I saw then her hands, stroking and teasing his chest and arms. Moaning as she devoured him. I coudn't stop watching, couldn't tear my eyes away. He looked like he was in heaven, crying out suddenly. His hands tightened their grip in her hair and his eyes flew open, meeting mine. I turned and left quickly, not knowing what or where to go. I stumbled back downstairs and sat down on the bottom step, unable to go any further. He would think I was some kind of pervert, deviant.
Nanny looked at me, puzzled. "They will be down in a bit, go ahead and I will do the serving tonight." I couldn't believe how calm I sounded. Though I knew she was aware something was up. I wandered out to the dining room. The place was perfect, she had done wonders with it. I poured a small glass of sherry and downed it, hoping it wpould steady me. Letting it seep through me. Maybe he hadn't seen me, I was in a shadow.
I couldn't block the image from my mind though, his naked body stretched out. My breathing deepened as I thought of his arms wrapped around me earlier, and the strong masculine scent. It had made me dizzy.
 
Beau

Katie's tongue, swirling about the head of my cock is bringing me close...her soft wet mouth is causing the most exquisite pleasure.

My eyes flew open; in the doorway, a figure. "Could that be Miranda?" As the thought flashed through my head, a red haze rolled over my eyes. "It could be a minister," I thought, "and I still could not hold back."

My breathing is shallow; great draughts of air sucking in and out of my lungs. So erotic...Katie's mouth, her cheeks bulging, her eyes on mine as she lets my cock glide in and out of her mouth. "Katie...oh,oh...Katie, I'm going to cum," the words ripped from my lips.
 
Katie

Beau's breathing comes in quicker gasps until he cries out, "Katie...oh,oh...Katie, I'm going to cum."
I am not entirely sure what he means, but when I feel the first spurt of hot fluid hitting the back of my throat, I understand completely. Not knowing what else to do, I tamp down my gag reflex and swallow. Again and again. My eyes search out Beau's to make sure he is still being pleasured or if I've offended him with my wanton behavior.
 
Beau

as I empty...spurt after spurt into her mouth, Katie's eyes are locked on mine. My hands hold her head gently; my eyes sending her warm energy. She is swallowing...I never have had such an experience before. On the few occasions I have been pleasured this way, the women have spit it out. I almost cannot believe how much my heart overfows with emotion - the very act of swallowing tells me the depth of her feelings.

Gently I pull her up, my softening shaft slipping out of her mouth; a tendril of white cum connecting her soft lips to the tip. Sliding down next to her, my arms encircle her and my mouth captures hers in a soft kiss.
 
Katie

My eyes widen as he fills my mouth with his seed. It has a somewhat salty-sweet taste that I find quite pleasurable. When he finally pulls away from me, I smile up at him as he gathers me into his arms. His lips on mine are insistent yet tender and I sigh into his embrace.

"Oh!!" I said, almost as an afterthought. I blushed and giggled that embarassed little laugh. "I was supposed to come fetch you for dinner! Miranda and Nanny are going to flay me alive!" And yet, despite that, I hold him tighter and offer my lips to his once again.
 
Beau

"Dinner will wait, lovely one...after all, being Master of 'Fairview' does have some privledges. Besides, we have both had an appetizer." Amazed at my own boldness, I avert my eyes.

My lips savor Katie's; her soft mouth an enticement - an avenue to pleasures yet to come.

Turning serious I gaze at her and say, "Perhaps we should go downstairs. We do not want to ruin dinner."

Was that my imagination - or was that Miranda at the door?
 
Katie

"Dinner will wait, lovely one..."

I snuggled in closer to Beau. I had completely lost my appetite...for dinner. I had completely lost all thoughts except how much I adored this man. I put my arms around him and lay my head on his shoulder.

"Whatever you wish, my love," I sighed. "I'm sure to get fed either way."
 
I had waited enough, and dreaded having to disturb them, buut...
I softly knocked again. Surely they would be up and dressed, I had decided to pretend I had not been here earlier, not seen what I had seen, and could not forget. I could hear them scrambling. Oh no. I turned and fled down the stairs.
To hell with dinner. They had each other. I rushed out to the front veranda, and dropped into one of the chairs. My whole body felt like it was a flame, flickering, ready to ignite at the slightest touch.
 
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