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  The eyes acted as a quick jolt of energy to bring her out of her own thoughts and back to the realities of her party. She’d had conversations with as many of the guests as she could and certainly had a pair of lists in her head, though they did overlap somewhat. The first was potential new stars for her project, and the second was comprised of potential new lovers for her and Mike. The green eyes that were looking up at her from the other side of the bench, though, those she hadn’t had the pleasure of addressing.

  “I’m Rachel.” She said, knowing it was pointless to introduce herself, though not doing so was simply uncomfortable.

  “Corey.” The blonde said, with a quaver that Rachel knew denoted a decent amount of discomfort.

  “Nice to meet you, Corey.” Rachel said, used to dealing with people who were a little bit star-struck. “I’m so glad you came.”

  “I’m…I’m not really here for the casting call, or…” She said, pausing.

  Rachel was curious. “Oh, that’s okay, are you a friend of Mike’s, then?”

  “Actually…” The blonde started again.

  “Eliza’s, then?”

  The blonde nodded, but it almost seemed reluctant to Rachel, as if she had pulled something from the older beauty she had wanted to keep close to her chest. She was about the same age as Eliza, she figured, playing the possibilities over in her head. Former lover? Old college friend?

  “Well, any friend of Eliza’s is a friend of mine.” Rachel said, taking the woman’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “Have you seen the whole house?”

  Corey stammered. “No, I haven’t. I actually…is Eliza home?”

  “She’s not.” Rachel admitted, leading her to the base of the grand staircase. “And I’m sure she’ll be disappointed that she missed you.”

  “Well, I didn’t really call ahead or anything.”

  “But you know her husband, Mike, right?”

  “We’ve met.” Corey said, her voice almost down to a whisper.

  “What about Aimee?” Rachel said as the two climbed to the first landing.

  “Who’s Aimee?”

  Rachel laughed. “I know, it’s probably hard to keep it straight, especially if it’s been a long time since you’ve seen Eliza. Aimee’s Mike’s…” She gave Corey a wicked grin. “It’s hard putting words on it.”

  “Lover?” the blonde MILF offered.

  Rachel guided her to the left and they started climbing the branch of the grand staircase that would lead them eventually to the master bedroom, which was precisely where Rachel wanted her. She’d made her choice, though she felt a bit guilty about not waiting for Mike. It was kind of a thrill to seduce her herself, though. The house made things fun, but it also tended to make it too easy. Sometimes she felt like a lion being fed a piece of steak; the thrill of the hunt was missing.

  She slipped her fingers out of Corey’s hand and placed her arm around the woman’s waist. “Yes, but she’s a lot more than that to him…and to me when it comes right down to it. Eliza’s closer, but then again, she’s around a lot more than I am.”

  “Wow, this is beautiful.” Corey gasped as they crossed into the master bedroom. “Did Mike do this?”

  “The house has a mind of its own.” Rachel grinned. “But yeah, just about everything has Mike’s touch on it, if you know what I mean. I’ve never been happier than with the little group we’ve all build together.”

  “Group?” The green-eyed blonde said, her voice almost a croak.

  Rachel laughed. “So, it has been a while since you’ve seen Eliza.”

  The blonde nodded feebly, looking at the younger, gorgeous blonde she felt she already knew from her screen presence.

  “Did the two of you ever…” Rachel asked, letting the question dangle and be left up for interpretation.

  The blonde blushed hard and Rachel stepped forward right as she responded.

  “No.”

  Rachel was right in Corey’s personal space, looking up into the taller blonde’s beautiful eyes. “From lack of desire or lack of opportunity?” She whispered.

  There was a silence that leveled out all sound except for the muted hum of the many conversations going on beneath their feet.

  “Some answers are better put through actions than words.” Rachel said, going up on her toes to kiss the sexy, older woman.

  Chapter Four

  This time around, Mike’s lovely young visitor took the lead. The moment his chest appeared over the lip of the platform as he climbed the ladder, her lips were on his again while her hands made quick work on the buttons of his shirt.

  “Not fair that I can’t fight back.” Mike smiled, still holding onto the top run of the ladder as the kiss subsided and he felt the cool, night air on his chest.

  “Are you thinking of fighting back?” She said, playfully. “You can, but I kind of want…”

  It was Mike’s turn to silence her. “Whatever it is you want, you’ll get, Anna. I’m all yours.”

  “God, I actually fantasized about you saying something like that.”

  In reality, he had said something similar back in the day, to make her feel more comfortable. Was the magic letting little bits slip past his spell in order to make her life better? He hoped it was, climbing the rest of the way into the hayloft, which the house kept stocked fresh, despite the fact there hadn’t been a horse on the premises for likely a hundred years.

  The young stunner was definitely craving taking charge because he quickly found himself guided to a blanket she was hastily spreading out over a spill of hay backed by bales reaching almost to the hand-hewn rafters. The moment he felt himself sinking into the surprisingly soft impromptu mattress, he felt the night air, this time on his feet as she made quick work of her shoes.

  As she focused on his pants, Mike cast a spell, though nothing that would make the young woman have any more desire for him than had naturally formed. As planned, it grew slowly, adding more light to the dim loft as if the full moon shone in through a skylight above them. She didn’t seem to notice, but he could better see the happiness on her face, not to mention the perfectly perky mounds of her breasts as she pulled her shirt off over them.

  “Can I talk?” He whispered as she tugged his pants down his legs and off his ankles.

  “You’re not a prisoner.” She laughed, running her fingers up the hairs on his legs as she smiled down on him.

  “I just wanted to tell you that I’ve had desire for you too, ever since those days. You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met and that’s not even half the reason I want to be with you.”

  In a flash, she was on him, her lips crushing out even more he wanted to say to her in a kiss that dwarfed the intensity of the first one on the ladder. The heat of her skin blessed his own, only thwarted by the remaining shorts that were already the target of his fingers, desperate to touch her body.

  The desperate struggle between them went on and on for a few minutes, with each distracted by the others’ touch, kiss, or even just a longing gaze. Anna was the first to find it comical, and the smile that lit her face eventually passed to Mike, who wasn’t even positive how it had begun.

  “This shouldn’t be this difficult.” He finally said with a grin.

  “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” Anna said, giving him a quick peck on the lips as she rose to her feet.

  Mike’s heart almost dropped the moment those tight shorts dropped down around her slender ankles, the kicking motion as she stepped out of them sending them behind her and off the edge of the loft out of sight. She looked over her shoulder and sighed. “Fuck.”

  Catching her off guard as she started laughing, Mike pulled her down by one hand, spilling her to her back on the blanket as he immediately covered her beautiful young body with his, reigniting the kiss as their flesh connected, no longer hindered by anything. Anna’s legs eased apart as Mike weighed down on her, his chest flattening her breasts as he kissed her again, his hands holding her by the wrists above her head.

/>   “Take me.” She whispered, staring up at him, her eyes illuminated by the magical aura he’d cast on the hayloft. “I’m yours.”

  His body was ready, and so was hers. Simply shifting his weight between his legs brought the head of his throbbing shaft against her heat and quickly inside her.

  Anna sighed his name into the magical moonlight and closed her eyes as he started to move inside her.

  Chapter Five

  Corey found herself returning the kiss, not only blindsided by the sudden move from the pretty blonde, but shocked at her own body’s response to it. The heat between her legs was intense to the point she felt the other woman had to feel it the way she was pressing her young body against her.

  She had to quickly weigh the fact that the kiss was her first, and even that tender touch was just a harbinger for what was about to come unless she did something to stop it. In college, just about all the girls, her BFF Eliza included, had experimented here and there. Some stopped short of one-on-one encounters and simply limited their experimentation threesomes with the boyfriend of one or the other of them while some found a sense of sisterhood and tenderness that they hadn’t found in the arms of the opposite sex.

  Corey hadn’t done either. Even though she had been brought up in a strict Southern Baptist family, it wasn’t the hellfire and damnation dogma of the church that had prevented her. It hadn’t been until years later, stagnating in a marriage that she was resigned to stay in forever, that she realized it had simply been shyness. Shyness and embarrassment. Eliza had made some overtures in their Sophomore year, but Corey had only recognized those in retrospect. Obviously rebuffed, the best friend she’d ever had did what she thought any good friend should do.

  She had let it go, and Corey secretly mourned it.

  The lips of the young actress were soft and somehow sweet, intoxicating her with possibilities and an unwillingness to make the same mistakes she had made in the past. Her father had warned her of God’s view of divorce and she had stayed. Fortunately, even their church didn’t blame her when he finally ran off with another woman, leaving her with nothing but the hope for a better life without him.

  That was where the conundrum in her thoughts had started, keeping her locked in her old life. She wanted to relive that life she had missed out on, sow her wild oats and experiment. Up until about two minutes ago, the dogma had continued to hold her back. In a way, those first heated moments felt the same as her husband divorcing her.

  She’s the one kissing me, not the other way around.

  She pushed Rachel gently backwards, breaking the kiss. The inner turmoil in her mind was a domestic disturbance that would result in the police being called, but before it could come to a head, one side obviously won out.

  As Rachel looked at her, passion in her eyes, Corey turned the younger woman by the shoulders. Before the young blonde could even register her intent, Corey was admiring the spreading ‘V’ of creamy-white flesh appearing in concert with the sound of Rachel’s zipper lowering.

  As it reached the bottom, Corey’s lips touched Rachel’s shoulder, just at the nape of her neck, causing a shudder of pleasure to flow through the blonde’s body. Her hands pushed the straps of the dress off Rachel’s shoulders and peeled them down her arms.

  “I like that.” The actress whispered. After the kisses dotting her neck broke, she turned into Corey’s embrace and looked up into those gorgeous green eyes. “Is this your first time?”

  Feeling a bit shamed, but excited, the older woman nodded gently.

  “God, that’s hot.” Rachel whispered, wiggling her own dress past her hips, allowing it to fall in a heap at her feet.

  Corey watched the young woman. Ogled her was a better word. Small, perky breasts and a slender, yet still curvy figure made it hard for the eyes to decide where to land.

  A moment later, she felt her own zipper baring her back to the air. A moment after that, the young woman she had admired on the silver screen was guiding her to her back on the giant four-poster bed and kissing a hot line up her leg from the inside of her knee.

  “I…” Corey whispered as she felt the hot breath and wet kisses moving closer to her tingling core.

  Rachel looked up from her worship, flashing her a soothing, comforting look. “Shh. This is about you.”

  Corey felt a chill spread through her entire body as she felt the little blonde’s fingers parting her labia, followed quickly by the searing heat of her tongue.

  Chapter Six

  Anna’s body absorbed the drumbeat of Mike’s pounding shaft over and over again as the need to cum built to an almost unbearable level. She knew she was the one preventing that sweet release in herself. During her journey of self-discovery and sexual awakening in the months following her first visit to Rochester Mansion, Anna had first speculated that she wasn’t physically capable of orgasm. Partner after partner had failed to extract one from her willing and eager body, yet it had eluded each.

  On an early fall evening following another pleasurable but unfulfilling tryst, she’d found a candid picture she’d taken of him on her phone. He’s the one. It was a thought that haunted her for months until she’d gotten word of this night. It was an opportunity for her to see him again without having to come right out and admit that he was the reason she was there.

  He was the reason she was there.

  She was hovering in a limbo of sexual frustration as he thrust in and out of her. Everything was perfect. His body was more than she had given him credit for, the setting was gorgeous in the way the moonlight glistened against his skin, and she wanted him more than anything she’d ever wanted in her whole life.

  Suddenly, he stopped moving.

  Anna opened her eyes, staring up at his handsome face.

  “What’s wrong, Anna?” He asked, concerned. “Should I…”

  She gripped him tightly around the waist. “No. Please don’t stop.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, or…”

  “You’re not hurting me.” She whispered. She could see the frustration in his face. It wasn’t frustration with her and she knew it. Mike was far too sweet for that. The frustration in his face was because of her; because he wasn’t pleasing her. She struggled for the strength to open up to him but it escaped her.

  He rolled off of her to her side and she immediately felt empty.

  With all the strength she could manage, she rolled over on top of him. “I’m sorry, Mike.” She whispered, feeling the aching hardness of his cock perched flatly between her labia. Her own body was pulsing with a pent-up lust that made her want to scream.

  Tell him!

  “I can’t…cum.” She finally whispered, feeling a tear finally break free from her right eye and roll down her cheek. He caught it with his gentle finger the moment before it fell.

  “That’s fine.” He said, caressing her face. “Sometimes it just…”

  “I mean, I’ve never been able…”

  She covered her face with her hands, but he quickly pulled them away. His face was wracked with concern, but also something else she didn’t really understand. Surprise. She was about to question him about it when he spoke, moving his body at the same time.

  “Give me your body, Anna.” He whispered. She looked down at him, feeling another tear about to fall. “Trust in me.”

  The word echoed in her body far past hearing it in her ears. It seemed to flood her with something indescribable and she simply nodded her head as she felt his cock press into her again, stretching her open.

  “Relax, you beautiful little thing.” Mike said softly, the whisper almost like a gentle lullaby in her ears. She felt herself floating on a cloud of air as his hands found her hips, pressing her back and forth, her clit grinding slowly against his body as his cock surged into her depths. She felt something magical in his touch, but nothing of any sort that would break through her self-imposed blockade. She wanted to cry, but she held it in. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt the caring, gentle man that wanted so m
uch to please her.