Southern Style

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

.....a knock at the door! We jumped up and scrambled for our clothes - or at least put our clothes in order. But the door did not open. After dressing, albiet quickly, I take Katie's hand, kiss her softly, and walk down the stairs. Looking around, I see no one.

Turning to Katie, "Where is Miranda, I wonder?" The table is set, it seems to be all ready, but Miranda is missing.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

Beau kissed my hand, ever the gentleman, and we headed down the stairs. My stomach growled in a most unladylike manner causing us both to laugh.

"Where is Miranda, I wonder?"

I blushed vividly, praying Beau wouldn't figure out why I would associate what he and I just did with Miranda. However, just the thought of that - that association - made my knees weak and I had to lean against the bed to catch my breath. An image leaped into my mind...

 

[Merelan]

I heard them downstairs, and taking a deep breath went back inside, acting as if I had seen nothing. At least trying too. The General looked at me, with a wondering look, and I blushed. He slyly smiled and then, with his arm around his "wife", we went in to dinner. I settled them and then started serving. Katie hopped up and helped. Soon they were joking about him having two women, waiting on him hand and foot. Katie stopped in her tracks, a naughty smile on her face, which she quickly cleared.
Soon we were all enjoying the dinner, the fine food, the fresh vegetables. It was superb. Nanny had done wonders, as always. I fixed a small plate for our guest and took it in to her, but Nanny was already there. They were eating together, and small talk was exchanged. I smiled, made sure she was okay, and went back to the table. Wondering if he had told her what he had seen, or what I had seen actually.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

"Miranda, please tell Nanny she is a wonderful cook. I have not tasted greens like this since before the war. And the blackeyed peas - I think I have died and gone to heaven."

I still cannot figure out if it was Miranda I saw in the doorway when...my thoughts flipped back to Katie, and her lips. Feeling a stirring in my loins, I quickly focus on other things. I feel like I have awakened from a long, long sleep.

"You are too good to me ladies, I fear I am not pulling my weight. Tomorrow I want to put a strong back to work and share some of the burden. But tonight, we will relax. Will you both join me in what is left of the study? I must run upstairs for a moment, but I will join you shortly."

I have a surprise for them. Deep in my meager belongings, I have carried a bottle of the finest French brandy - a bottle presented to me by General Lee himself - in happier times. I have saved it for a special occasion, and tonight fits the bill.

Rising from the table, I trot up the stairs to find the brandy.

 

[Merelan]

OOC: Do Generals trot? Teehee.... I don't mind, anything to see that fine ass.

IC: Katie and I moved to the study, after piling the dishes on the trolley and pushing it into the kitchen. Neither of us wanted to wash them.
"I will do them in the morning. Or later, when you're busy." Smiling.
In the study we stood side by side, but our hands linked and soon I was pulling her to me. I kissed her gently. Her eyes all misty as I softly stroked her arm.
"I saw you earlier, I didn't hear anything and opened the door. I think he saw me too. Would you tell me sometime, what it's like? Please Katie?"
Her arm wound around my waist, and pulled me tight. Then we heard him enter, and jumped apart, both of us blushing again, hoping he wouldn't have seen.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

"I saw you earlier, I didn't hear anything and opened the door. I think he saw me too. Would you tell me sometime, what it's like? Please Katie?"

I opened my mouth to answer her when Beau bounded back into the study with his arm behind his back. Miranda and I quickly separated, but I gave her a look that said I very much wanted to show her what it was like. Confidence in my love for both of them gave me unbelievable courage.

I was closer to the sideboard, so I gathered up three glasses, albeit mismatched ones, and Beau poured a generous draught in each. Miranda and I held our glasses, our eyes on Beau, waiting for a toast.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

General Beauregard Thor (agile and trotting)

I lift my glass to them both - the amber liquid sparkling and shimmering in the flickering firelight. With a short bow I say, "To Katie and Miranda, flowers of Southern womanhood - lovely beyond imagination, to Fairview, and to a better tomorrow." With that I swirl the brandy in the glass and tip it to my lips.

After savoring the mellow liquid, I place my glass on a table and walk toward them both. Taking one hand of Miranda's and one of Katie's in mine, I bow deeply and then kiss each hand - lingering a moment - my lips brushing the soft skin. There is an electricity in the air - some unspoken undercurrent is flowing between us - something that quickens breathing and makes one's chest swell.

 

[Merelan]

The drink, his kind words, his soft, lingering kisses on my hand had me aroused and wanting. I saw the way Katie looked at him, and when he tiurned his back, the wik and wuick lip licking she threw in my direction. Oh God. How was I suppose to ignore this. I could feel it in the air, the sexual tension, the lust, the desire.
I tried to excure my self and leave them, but he took my hand in his.
"No work tonight. We make up for it tomorrow. An order that is." Katie giggled as he spoke the last. And soon we were all laughing. He was too sweet and gentle to order anyone. We laughed and spoke of the days before the war. What our homes had been like. katie even joined in, which surprised me. She didn't like to speak of those days, as if a secret lived there. I got up and asked her to dance. I don't know what posessed me too, but she accepted and soon the two of us were swaying to an unheard music. But only for a few minutes. It was too erotic, and we were trying so hard to keep our hand soff each other. The General then took her hand and led her in a short waltz, while I tried to calm down.
He was so virile, so sexy, so strong, and so hers.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

OOC: and a fast edit....

IC: Beau's lips are warm on my fingers and remind me of what we were doing before dinner....
The brandy, like all strong spirits, goes straight to my head. I begin to feel very warm and tingly inside. I can't seem to rid my mind of the images...Beau...Miranda...loving them both.

Giggling, I accepted Miranda's offer of a dance. She was so graceful and feminine. Our hands lingered where they shouldn't and I found myself not caring if Beau noticed. I think he did, because he soon cut in and waltzed me around in front of the fireplace. I felt a now-familiar ache building in the pit of my stomach that was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Gradually, we drift to the sofa in front of the fireplace, sitting and watching the fire and drinking our brandies with Beau in the middle. Warmed by both the liquor and the fire, I lay my head against his shoulder and set my hand on his thigh.

[Edited by Countess DeWinter on 12-15-2000 at 08:29 AM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

...it seemed as natural as breathing. I slid one arm around Katie as she rested her head on my shoulder - and the other around Miranda. My fingers brushed the side of her breast. I jerked them away - embarrassed. Something was flowing through my veins. At first I thought it was the brandy. But then, I realized that it was more. Heaven help me, how could I desire both of them? Katie, so warm and loving, how could I feel something for them both? Emotions swirled in my head. Katie's hand on my thigh was creating sensations that travelled up my leg.

When they danced, they touched...almost like lovers.

I felt I was watching a play from a box in the mezzanine. I was on the couch, my arms around the shoulders of two lovely women. I saw my fingers brush Miranda, my lips touch Katie's hair as she rested her head on my shoulder. And then I saw them look at each other across me - some unspoken message was sent and received - in the way that women have.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

We sat quietly on the sofa. I felt a faint touch and looked down to see Miranda's finger brushing against mine. Her hand was on Beau's other thigh. Perhaps that explained the tensing I felt under my hand...

I lifted my eyes and met Miranda's. The tension between us with thick and was making me, at least, forget all about propriety and proper behavior.

Drunk with desire, I reached out and stroked Miranda's cheek with my fingers, stopping on her lips, offering...

 

[Merelan]

Had I imagined it? His hand brushing against my breast as we sat, and now. What was this tension? None of us speaking. His arm across the back of the sofa, lightly brushing against my head now and again. A tear rolled silently, and unheeded down my cheek, landing on his shirt. I had never felt so bold, so in need. I was frightened, but this need in me burned. I didn't care what they thought. I wanted them, wanted to share what they had. I loved her so much. It hurt. Then her hand brushed my cheek, and traced the tear. Lingering at my lips. Without thinking I flicked my tongue out and licked it. Then blushed as I realized he was watching, intently. His gaze burning through me, causing me to squirm.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

...I watched Miranda's tongue flick out; lick Katie's finger. There were two hands on my thighs; burning through my clothes as though I was naked. My eyes bored into Miranda's - I saw naked lust...passion, and love for Katie. My hands - as though they were not connected to my body - slid from their hair to breasts, swelling enticingly from tight bodices. Katie was burning...and Miranda was wriggling on the sofa.

My arms tightened, pulling their heads close to mine. I was in another world. My lips sought Katie's as my fingers stroked Miranda, her firm breasts thrusting against my searching fingers. My free hand slid from Katie's breasts down her body, tracing her thigh and brushing - feather light - over the apex of her legs hidden under her skirt.

 

[Merelan]

We were past the pint of return, his hands wandering to my breasts, and their instant reaction gave away my feelings. His mouth sought out hers, but he pulled me closer, bringing me into their circle. Her hand reached across his lap and found my hand. I grasped hers tightly, wondering how far she wanted me to go, unsure of what they wanted of me. I cleared my throat, giving one last effort to sanity.
"Katie, General." But I couldn't speak, Katie's hand gripped mine tighter, and his eyes turned and I was lost in their depths. Licking my dry lips, I tried to gain control, but sank deeper with every breath.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

I closed my eyes and let the sensations take me where they would. Beau's hands were working their magic on my body and my hands were drawn to Miranda.
When she started to speak, I gripped her hand tight to let her know that it was alright. Beau would be gentle. I nodded to him and he leaned down to silence her with a kiss while his hands continued to knead my flesh.
I felt a burning desire to touch them both, and tried to contain myself, but finally gave in. While Beau kissed her, I reached out my hands and touched them both, kissed them both on the cheek, loved them both.

 

[Merelan]

The tears slipped down my face now, one after the other. I couldn't do this. I wouldn't make him love me if he didn't want too.
I had to let him know, he didn't have to do this. But his lips touched mine, and I swear I swooned, his kisses so firm, so strong. His tongue dancing out to find mine.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

...my emotions were whirling out of control. Somehow, deep inside, I sensed that Katie and Miranda loved each other - yet Katie's nod told me it was alright. Katie's lips touched my cheek - and then Miranda's. My emotions - always under iron control - took possession of me. I let the tip of my tongue touch Miranda's lips and then, gently so I did not frighten her, searched for her tongue in the warm cave of her mouth. The tips of our tongues caressed each other. Breaking the kiss with a moan, my lips found the hollow of Miranda's throat. Katie's body was pressing close - her breathing shallow and fast in my ear. My fingers fumbled with the buttons at the back of Miranda's gown. I was all thumbs...but finally, I managed to loosen the fastenings.

Turning my head, my eyes caught Katie's. She was brimming with love and emotion. Stroking her gently, I pulled her closer to us.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 12-16-2000 at 02:28 AM]

 

[Merelan]

His hands undressing me, and suddenly I am frightened. Will it hurt? Will they still love me? I try to pull away, fear showing in my eyes. But Katie, sweet Katie pulls me close. Cuddling and stroking me, kissing me. Their hands undress me as I tremble, unsure.
"General. I, I have never.." But I couldn't finish. I blushed and buried my face on Katie's shoulder, trying not to cry, or look sillier then I was.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

Before she died, my momma told me there'd be a lot of things I'd have to do that I'd be unsure of. I was so very young and there were so many things I was already unsure of. At the time, I was just a little girl. Her advice was to let my heart lead me. She said my heart would always show me the way to go.
I followed momma's advice and held Miranda close, but not to comfort. I kissed her cheek and stroked her soft skin. I whispered "Don't cry," in her ear. I made her jump when I nibbled the bit of skin just below her ear.
I watched Beau while he took off his clothes as I held Miranda, my hands never still. When he was finished, I felt him behind me, unlosening my dress until I was as naked as they were.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

...as Katie held and kissed Miranda, I unbuttoned her dress and let it fall in a puddle at her feet. Katie's hands were roaming - sensuously - over Miranda's body.

My excitement is obvious. We are all nude; "There is no turning back," I think. For a moment I press against Katie, cup her full breasts in my hands, caress the lovely globes - feeling her nipples poking my fingers, hard as diamonds, kiss her at the nape of her neck and then whisper in her ear, "Katie, are you sure?"

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

"Katie, are you sure?"
Beau's hot breath on my ear and his warm hard body against my back were very distracting, but I managed to breathe "yes..." in response to his question.
I turned my head and caught his lips with mine while my hands continued to caress Miranda. My fingers caught one hard nipple and teased it, rolling it between my finger and thumb.
"I want to show her," I said to Beau. He turned toward me at the sound of my voice and looked questioningly at me. "I want to show her how wonderful it is," I explained. "Will you help me love her, Beau?"

Not waiting for his answer, I leaned down and kissed Miranda's sweet mouth, then took her now pebble hard nipple between my teeth.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

"Will you help me love her, Beau?" Her words told me all that I needed to know.

I released Katie and slid around her...kissing her as I moved. I paused and watched Katie...nipping Miranda's nipple. Miranda slid back on the couch...her eyes closed...moaning. My eyes never left Katie's as I opened my mouth and sucked gently on Miranda's other nipple. I want her to be so aroused she will not feel any pain. As Katie nipped Miranda, I let my mouth travel...lower, licking the underside of Miranda's breast. Very slowly, I kissed and licked. The tip of my tongue touched Miranda's belly button. My free hand slid over Katie's ass...curved and firm. I can smell Miranda's arousal. Her musky scent permeates the room.

I let my fingers slip between Katie's legs. Her soft wet lips are slippery. I slip one along her wet sex.

Opening my mouth I plant kisses on Miranda's hard mound...her fur tickling my lips. My tongue snakes sinuously out of my mouth and I run it...VERY slowly, the length of her dripping slit. The tip of my index finger finds Katie's hard little nub...and I begin to circle it.



[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 12-17-2000 at 01:59 AM]

 

[Merelan]

They show me their love in every touch, gentle and soft, yet demanding me to give in. I lay back and his mouth meets my nipple. I shiver as Katie smiles and lowers hers to mine. I moan as she nips at my tongue, playing.
He kisses his way southward, tenderly touching and teasing as he goes. Soon he is at my pussy. I am surprised how wet I feel, how excited. I am nervous, but no longer scared. He will not hurt me. He is tender, gentle. I almost cry as I think how lucky I am to have that for my first man. I cannot imagine losing it like Katie. Roughly I pull her closer to me, hearing her moans. Seeing his hand playing with her pussy, my pussy too. I reach out and join him, and his teasing.Our fingers teasing each other and her, his mouth setting me on fire.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Katie

I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me. Beau's fingers began to tease between my legs and then Miranda's joined them. I let my hands stroke up Beau's hard flank until I found his hardness and settled my mouth on Miranda's turgid nipple.
Miranda pulled me toward her, her mouth seeking mine and I gave it to her. My tongue licked out to tease hers, tasting her.
I gapsed when I felt one finger slide inside my wet portal and another teasing my pleasure button. I don't know who is doing what, and I do not care. I only know that before the night is over, I will have the chance to love them both.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Beau

I shudder as a hand brushes my cock. I am harder than I can ever remember. My fingers touch Miranda's as we both tease Katie. My index finger brushes Katie's little bud as her juices soak both of our hands. The occasional touch of our fingers is arousing. I can feel Katie's hips lifting and twisting. Soft moans are coming from somewhere - "Perhaps they are mine?"

My licks become faster - driven by the passion mounting in my body. My tongue caresses - first one lip, then the other. My mouth opens and I suck gently - savoring the taste her juices leave in my mouth. Miranda's hips have begun the dance; pushing insistently against my mouth. Pressing my tongue deeper, I let the tip explore her soft inner lips; brushing her clit like a feather at the apex of each movement. Her fur is matted; her juices are slathered all over my face.