Weekend at Wilderhope Manor

Weekend at Wilderhope Manor

Lucy Felthouse

Published: 2012

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Weekend at Wilderhope Manor

The car trundled up the long driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the
only sound as Stephanie and her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at their
surroundings.

Even at dusk the tree-lined driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained
parkland, spanning for acres on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the Fiesta around a bend in the track, they both gasped. Their destination, Wilderhope Manor, had come into view and it was
stunning.
The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than three frontages visible from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built patterns jutted into the darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of the manor, giving the place an appearance that was both beautiful and foreboding.

Presently, the driveway opened out into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could tell, doubled as a car park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into
a spot between two vehicles and killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped, startled. Her girlfriend had leaned in close, making a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.

"Are you ready to be scared out of your wits, young lady?" Jenny rasped,
wiggling her eyebrows and fingers theatrically.

Stephanie shoved her playfully, laughing. "Come on, you silly cow. It's a murder mystery weekend, not a monster hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or vampires
involved."

Stephanie got out of the car and closed the door. She'd already popped open the
boot and started unloading their bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting
petulantly.

"But it's Halloween tomorrow," Jenny insisted. "Anything could happen. The veil
between the living and dead will be at its thinnest, and this place is meant to be
swarming with ghosts."

"If you say so, sweetheart," she replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny's
crazy beliefs by now. "Grab your bags and let's get inside. It's cold. You got the tickets?"

Jenny nodded, brandishing her handbag in response. Jenny picked up her
overnight bag as Stephanie slammed the boot lid before locking the car, then followed her toward the grand entrance to Wilderhope Manor.

* * *

A little while later, they were installed in their room. They'd each been handed a

“Welcome Pack” by the staff member who had attended to them at Reception, which
consisted of their itinerary and instructions for the weekend.

As they unpacked, she voiced one of the thoughts that had run through her head.

"Have you ever noticed how places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and
yet, if it's two guys, they automatically assume they're gay?"

"They'll soon change their tune when they see your outfit for tonight!" Jenny replied, grinning cheekily at her. "It screams 'lesbian' with every stitch!"

"Whatever do you mean, you saucy wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as
a distinguished gentleman does not a lesbian make."

"True, but I wonder what it'll do to you? Perhaps it'll work in reverse and turn
y
ou straight!"

"I sincerely doubt it," Stephanie replied, moving toward Jenny, who'd turned
back to her case and didn't notice her approach. "And besides, as much as I'm out and proud, doesn't it sometimes make life more pleasant when people
don't
know? At least, we'll be able to enjoy the weekend without old bigots watching our every move, convinced we're going to start necking and groping one another at every available second!"

Before Jenny could respond, Stephanie had walked right up behind her. She
slipped her arms around Jenny’s waist and murmured into her ear. "Though I certainly wouldn't
mind
necking and groping you at every available second."

Relaxing into her embrace, Jenny let her head loll back onto Stephanie's shoulder,
arching into the caress of the hands that had crept under her top. "I'm available now,

honey."

"I’d hoped you'd say that." Turning Jenny in her arms, she reached behind her girlfriend to tug the suitcase off the bed. It hit the floor with a thump, but she was
already too preoccupied to notice. She'd backed Jenny right up to the mattress with the intention of pushing her onto the bed, then quickly joining her. However, the old fashioned bed was high, and therefore, not the sort they could fall onto. Never one to
give up easily, she backed away from Jenny and pulled off her girlfriend’s shoes.
Then she clambered up onto it, indicating to Jenny to follow her.

Seconds later, Jenny too had discarded her shoes and scrambled up onto the

four-poster. Reaching for one another, they flopped down onto the duvet in a jumble of limbs. She tangled her fingers in Jenny's russet hair, pulling her in for a kiss. Their lips met, and Jenny scooted her lower body closer to hers, and she responded by jamming a leg between Jenny's thighs. Jenny moaned as she slid her hand over the curve of Stephanie’s denim-covered ass.

Jenny’s obvious pleasure sent a delicious jolt to Stephanie's pussy. She responded by slipping her tongue between Jenny's lips and deepening their kiss. When she felt Jenny’s fingers tighten on her ass, she ground her thigh into her girlfriend’s crotch. She twisted her fingers into Jenny’s glorious red mane and tugged.

Yanking away, Jenny gasped. "Bitch! That wasn't very nice, now was it?" Rolling
her onto her back, Jenny straddled her and pinne
d her arms above her head. "Not
very nice at all. In fact," she paused, her face jus
t inches from Stephanie's, then c
ontinued, "it was fucking lovely."

Her response was lost as Jenny pressed her lips to hers, her soft tongue immediately slipping inside and searching for a playmate. It quickly found one, and
they French kissed, their tongues dancing and sliding together, just as their bodies
rolled and ground against one another. They were lost to lust for some minutes until the ache between her legs became almost too much to bear. She bucked, almost unseating Jenny, and tried to pull her arms out of her girlfriend’s grasp.

Getting the hint, Jenny released Stephanie and sat up, only to remove her top
and bra, freeing her breasts and exposing them to Stephanie's hungry gaze. Her rosy pink nipples stood at attention, most likely a delicious combination of arousal and the cool air of the room. Immediately, her hands went up to touch them. She cupped each breast, the insistent press of Jenny's nipples against her palms sending a sexy shiver through her body that never got old.

Pulling herself up, she latched her lips around one nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She cradled the breast with her right hand and slipped her left around Jenny's back, holding her firmly. She knew just what a wriggler Jenny could be when she got really hot and horny. And she had every intention of giving her a spectacular
meltdown.

She sucked as much of Jenny’s plump flesh into her mouth as she could, relishing the feel of it and the slight salty taste of her skin. She dragged her tongue around and across Jenny's breast, every now and again giving a teasing flick to the aching bud at its tip. Jenny's hands were in Stephanie's dark hair, holding her head tightly as if to prevent her escape. Which was silly, given there was nowhere else she
would rather be. Except between Jenny's naked and parted thighs, perhaps.

Before long, she was glad she had a hold of her girlfriend. Jenny was writhing
madly on her lap and mewls and whimpers were issuing from her parted lips. Pulling
her mouth from Jenny's breast with a wet pop, she immediately latched onto the other one, giving it the same attention she'd given its twin. She swapped her arms around too, her more dominant right arm now being the one to keep Jenny in place. Taking full advantage of that fact, she danced her tongue relentlessly across the stiff bud of Jenny's left breast, teasing and playing with her, enjoying each sexy reaction she elicited.

Despite the fact she was the one giving the pleasure, Stephanie was still plenty
aroused. She felt her pussy becoming increasingly slick beneath her clothes. Her clit
throbbed, aching to be touched. She suspected Jenny felt the same way as she rolled her hips almost violently, obviously trying to get some friction on that needy bundle of nerve endings at the apex of her vulva.

Disentangling herself from her girlfriend’s vice-like grip on her head, she pulled

Jenny's luscious breast out of her mouth, and said, "Naked. Now."

Jenny toppled off her and onto the mattress, stripping without hesitation as she
did the same. When two lots of clothes lay strewn across the floor, she and Jenny
moved together once more, in a toe-curling sensual kiss that left them both flushed and gasping.

"Sixty-nine?" she asked, though it wasn't really a question. Following an enthusiastic nod from Jenny, the pair manoeuvred into position with Stephanie on top.

Pulling apart Jenny's legs, a slick of liquid dripped from her own pussy at the incredibly arousing sight before her. Jenny's pussy was shiny with juices, her lips fattened and clit eagerly protruding, as if desperate to be played with. She couldn't resist. Bending her neck, she buried her head between her girlfriend's soft thighs as Jenny mirrored her movements at the other end of the bed.

Hooking her thumbs into Jenny's slick pout, she pulled apart her pussy lips, revealing her most sensitive and intimate flesh. Moving closer, she ran her tongue up the interior of one side of Jenny's vulva, then down the other. She lightly grazed the
flesh, teasing her, savouring the divine juices that were still seeping from her sex.

Soon, she couldn't hold back any longer. She had to have more.

Pointing her tongue, she delved it deep inside Jenny's slick folds, lapping up her
juices hungrily. She licked and sucked at the succulent flesh, glad her body weight held Jenny down. Her girlfriend writhed again, still eating Stephanie's pussy with gusto.

Stephanie loved the sixty-nine position, because it meant both parties got equal
pleasure, but unfortunately, the hotter things got, the more difficult it was to
concentrate on the matter at hand…well, mouth.

Steeling herself, she continued to pleasure her girlfriend even as the sensations in
her own groin grew and grew. She picked up her pace, pulling Jenny's clit between her lips and alternately flicking it with her tongue and sucking it. Jenny grunted and
moaned against Stephanie's cunt, the vibrations adding even more sensation to her
efforts, which only served to push her closer and closer to the edge. The more she
teetered there, the more frenzied she became until she was as desperate to come as she
was to trigger Jenny's climax.

Reaching down with her right hand, she slid two fingers into Jenny's pussy. It
was hot, wet and completely heavenly. Angling her digits just so, she sought and
quickly found Jenny’s G-spot and massaged it as she teased her clit into submission.
Feeling Jenny's walls squeezing around her, she knew her girlfriend was almost there.

Redoubling her efforts, she thrust her fingers and danced her tongue to the point it
ached. Then Jenny bucked wildly beneath her. That, and her muffled wails let Stephanie
know any second now her girlfriend would come. And she too, wouldn't be far behind.
As luck—or just many years of practice—would have it, their climaxes hit at
nearly the same time, and Stephanie threw her head back in ecstasy just as she felt
Jenny's fingernails digging into her ass. Moans and random expletives filled the room
as they came. Her fingers were squeezed tightly by Jenny's spasming cunt; she pulled
them out, only to stuff the cum-soaked digits into her mouth. The tangy sweet taste of
Jenny's juices was divine, and she licked every last drop of it as she rode out her own
orgasm. Then, before her legs gave out on her, she rolled off Jenny and manoeuvred the
right way up again, flopping down beside her girlfriend who grinned at her dreamily,
her eyelids drooping.