Rochester Mansion- The Complete Series Page 3

  Tiff made air quotes briefly before returning her hands to the wheel. Aimee’s eyes were on those graceful, slender fingers. This whole thing with Mike had really put the brakes on the dilemma she’d been experiencing beforehand. Her best summation was that some of the friction between her and her best friend was actually some odd form of sexual tension. Before Mike, she had been trying to determine if her physical desire for Tiff was real or just closeness based on their years of friendship. So far, Aimee hadn’t seen any sign that the feelings were mutual.

  Aimee smiled, not knowing how to respond, catching her friend’s eyes on her.

  “You really like this guy, don’t you?”

  Aimee felt like a half-dozen years had fallen off of their friendship in a moment. She was in middle-school again, dishing about her crush with her bestie.

  “He’s like…perfect.” She gushed. “I mean, I’ve liked him ever since my dad married my step-mom and I saw him at the wedding.”

  Tiff laughed. “Well, when things start as fucked-up at that…”

  Aimee knew the comment wasn’t meant to offend but she felt the need to go on the defensive.

  “I know, it sounds weird, but he’s so…”

  “For an older guy, he’s definitely a hottie. The guy with the hat, right?”

  Aimee laughed, having forgotten that Tiff had met Mike a few months back. She’d tagged along for another of her mother’s paperwork courier missions, as the two had been headed to the pool. Mike had been working in his yard, sweat-soaked shirt and a wide-brimmed hat not exactly adding to his sex appeal but not exactly distracting from it, either.

  “Yes, the guy with the hat.”

  The car rolled up to a red light and Tiff looked over at her. To Aimee, she looked as if she was in that same middle-school giddiness.

  “The most important question, though…” Tiff dangled.

  If the first blush hadn’t subsided, Aimee had no idea what the second one was doing to her face.

  “All night.”

  The blonde finally broke eye contact with a smile as she rolled forward off the light. “And considering you quit cheer on the first day because you weren’t ‘into it’, I guess I don’t need to ask the second question.”

  Aimee felt the tingle between her legs at even the thought of him. “Yeah, won’t be quitting any time soon.”

  Chapter Six

  Mike’s plan was to grab the beautiful teenager around the waist and bring her in for a dramatic kiss the moment he opened the door and he was within inches before the blonde in front of him reminded that Aimee was bringing company by the house. The movement collapsed in awkwardness as he invited them inside, recognizing the blonde by her body as she passed him.

  Summer. Aimee had stopped by on the way to the pool with the blonde, though the name escaped him. She had been wearing a stars and stripes bikini that…

  “…is Tiff. Tiff, you might remember Mike from…”

  “I remember.” Tiff said, looking up at Mike as she extended his hand, a smile breaking out as she realized his mind had been wandering.

  “Yeah, that was a hot one, wasn’t it?” Mike answered, immediately regretting his words.

  “Can I show her the upstairs?” Aimee said, jumping in to bypass any more awkwardness. Or is it defensiveness? The thought caused her to pause.

  “Sure. Just be careful on the stairs. I sliced myself on the bannister there…twice.”

  The second time had come trying to figure out the odd crease in the bannisters. He had found that the entire bottom-half of the first flight of stairs seemed to not be fully attached to the hardwood floors. He’d pinched a bit of skin off his index finger trying to pry it open. As with the first time, the wound itself had inexplicably vanished a few minutes later, shortly after a repeat of that strange surge of energy.

  Aimee’s hand caressed Mike’s stomach as she followed Tiff to the stairs, her fingers finally making their way under his shirt in the fleeting touch right before it broke. Her eyes were passionate, flashing him back to the previous evening.

  “Just a few minutes, I promise.” She whispered.

  “It’s okay.” Mike replied, but his eyes were already following Aimee’s magnificent backside up the stairs, trailing a few steps behind the equally eye-catching body of her friend.

  Get your head on straight, man. Mike’s conscience spoke up as the two young ladies finally reached the top of the stairs and disappeared towards the bedroom.

  Chapter Seven

  “You’re going to love it.” Aimee said to Tiff’s back as they came to the bedroom door. As the blonde reached for the handle, Aimee felt a surge go through her body, like the adrenalin rush of excitement and anticipation.

  The blonde was speechless as she opened the door, stepping into the room and doing a slow scan from one end to the other, ending up facing Aimee as she stood in the doorway.

  “It’s incredible.” She whispered, awe in her eyes. “It’s amazing what he was able to do.”

  Aimee laughed.

  “What?”

  “That’s what she said.” Aimee finally managed to giggle out, spreading contagiously to the other girl.

  “Oh, really?” Tiff said, playfully. “I bet if I had something as great at this to work with, I could do amazing things, too.”

  The blonde stepped closer and Aimee immediately realized that if she thought her friend was talking about the house, she was mistaken.

  The kiss was as beautiful as it was unexpected and confusing. It wasn’t just a peck on the cheek, either. The initial pillowy softness of her BFF’s lips were soon joined by an exploring tongue and hands that seemed as desperate to touch her as Mike’s had the previous evening. It smacked of a dream fulfilled and she realized that one embrace had put to rest the debate that had been running in her mind since before all of this had started. She wanted her, and there was no doubt about that. She wanted Mike, though. She wanted to love him, to serve him, to give him anything that she could that might make him happy…

  Aimee broke the kiss, feeling the wetness on her own lips and parsing the desire in Tiff’s blue eyes.

  “Okay, so that was unexpected.”

  Tiff started to pull away, embarrassed, but Aimee pulled her back in by her waist, returning the kiss her friend had initiated with one of her own. This time she was definitely the aggressor.

  “I’ve got to ask you something, as a friend.” Aimee said, breaking the kiss, though not ending the embrace. Her fingertips broke the hold the elastic on Tiff’s shorts had on her taut waist and a moment later were pressing gently into her friend’s body, eliciting a gasp.

  “Anything.” Tiff whispered, her eyes locked on Aimee’s.

  “What do you think of Mike? Be completely honest.”

  Aimee could sense the trepidation in Tiff’s face, but frankness finally won out as fingers slipped deeper into her heating body.

  “I’d let him do anything he wanted to me.”

  The redhead reignited the kiss, the passion level at its peak as their tongues dueled valiantly.

  “Anything?” Aimee repeated.

  “Anything.”

  Chapter Eight

  With a deep, ratcheting rumble, the bottom half of the grand staircase folded down into the floor, stirring a small cloud of dust that finally dispelled to reveal the passage that disappeared into the darkness beneath the floor. Mike’s first impression was that, considering the layout of the basement, it shouldn’t be there at all. The second impression was that the angle change of the staircase, now descending, explained the odd scuff marks on all of the risers.

  The third impression came as he remembered that he had company, expecting to see the two teenagers rush out of the upstairs bedrooms to investigate the source of the noise.

  Nothing.

  Mike slid the heavy wooden bench back against the wall and watched as the staircase slowly returned to its original configuration, thudding briefly as the slight misalignment of the bannisters cause the two ends to gr
ind together.

  “Son of a bitch.” Mike sighed. After the mysterious goings-on at the mansion in the last twenty-four hours, this ranked high, but it wasn’t alone.

  It wasn’t, however, something he wanted to explore while the girls were visiting. Aimee had said that Tiff wouldn’t be staying long, but that still left him with an extra set of eyes. Besides, hadn’t they heard all that?

  The answer came a moment later, but, like everything else, it was incomplete.

  Aimee shuffled down the stairs, a Cheshire cat grin on her pretty face as she approached him.

  “I’ve got a surprise for you.” She said, taking his hand. The touch was hot and electric, but the secret passage under the stairs was dominating his train of thought.

  “Okay.” Mike replied. He knew that a little bit more conversation was called for, but he was at a loss for words.

  The redhead pouted her full lips a bit.

  “Don’t you want to see it?”

  Mike shook it off, willing himself to focus on the young beauty in front of him. His internal voice was screaming to him that the stairs could wait. “Sorry. Yes, absolutely.” He said, smiling back at her with the most enthusiasm he could muster.

  Aimee led him back to the top of the stairs and towards the master bedroom. “Remember how I said last night that I wanted to give you everything you could possibly desire?”

  Even though the majority of their conversations last night weren’t the top of his list, he nodded. “Yes, but I want you to know that I…” Mike started. He wanted to express to her that while he enjoyed what had happened, he wanted her to know that she didn’t have to be quite so subservient, unless that was her thing. Was that her thing? He was already getting hard simply recalling the previous evening. The thought triggered another just as they approached the bedroom door.

  “When did Tiff leave?”

  Aimee’s face exploded in the biggest, most delicious smile as she led Mike in through the doorway.

  The blonde had taken up residence in the middle of the giant bed and blue eyes sparkled up at him as Aimee closed the door behind her. There was no stopping his eyes from taking a detailed inventory of her entire nude body.

  “Uh.”

  Mike knew it certainly wasn’t the most suave response he’d ever come up with, but then again, he had reminded Aimee just yesterday that this was real life and not a movie. Unfortunately, that fell apart when he remembered that there was a secret passageway under the grand staircase.

  “Tiff and I thought that you might be ready to take a little bit of a…break.” Aimee said, hanging onto Mike’s neck. He could feel the swell of her perfect breasts pressed against his ribs as she spoke close enough to his ear for him to feel her hot breath.

  “Breaks are always good.” Mike said, not entirely sure whether or not he was stammering.

  Fortunately for him, Aimee was more than happy to take the initiative. Rolling seductively around behind him, her arms encircled him; gentle fingers dipping beneath the waist of his jeans as she nudged him towards the previously unattainable beauty offering herself to him on the bed whose existence he still couldn’t justify.

  “From what I hear.” Aimee giggled. “Tiff will probably be able to teach me some skills in the blowjob department.”

  The blonde on the bed blushed, driving her cuteness factor through the roof. Mike’s cock was also being sorely driven, pressing hard against the fabric of his pants. Aimee’s fingertips finally able to reach the tip, brought on a hearty throb that threatened to rip open his zipper. Mike’s continued speechlessness seemed to be working in his favor. The blonde smiled shyly, but rolled slowly to her stomach, inching her way forward towards the foot of the bed.

  “You shouldn’t be listening to rumors like that, Aimee.”

  Tiff pulled her arrow-straight blonde hair back out of her eyes, looking up at Mike with a smile as Aimee led him right to the edge of the bed. He felt her body press against his back this time as she extracted her fingertips, redirecting them to the button of his jeans. Even blind, she made quick work of it. The room practically echoed with the sound of his zipper lowering, finally freeing some of the pressure that had been building.

  Looking down at the young beauty, Mike felt as if he was on some sort of kinky funhouse ride. Despite the fact that it was exactly what the two girls wanted, he didn’t really feel like he was directing the cart. It was still so surreal to him. Tiff had inched forward so far that the moment Aimee lowered his pants from behind, his already hard cock dropped forward, forming a perfect parallel line on top of her cute little nose.

  “Show him what you can do.” Aimee said playfully from behind him.

  The stunning blonde wasn’t in a waiting type of mood. She arched her head back to an almost unnatural angle, the hot brand of her tongue making contact with Mike’s balls before painting a molten trail up the entire length of his shaft. No special attention was given to the head, at least not at that moment. Instead, those icy blue eyes locked onto his like a tractor beam pulling her lips back down the path her tongue had traced, burying his cock inch by inch into her mouth until he felt it squeeze into the much tighter confines of her pulsing throat.

  “Fuck.” Mike gasped.

  “Do you like my gift, Master?” Aimee whispered in his ear.

  It was suddenly as if Mike had just moved from a fantasy world to reality, finding them exactly the same. There was a distinct difference, though. He took control of the bundle of hair Tiff was still holding to the side of her head.

  “Shall I treat her like I treated you?”

  He felt Aimee shudder at his side. “Just don’t forget me, Master.”

  Mike knew enough about traditional dominant and submissive roles to know that he was a non-traditionalist. To some, her words may have been impudent, but to him, they were a spark. She really wanted him to have his way with her body. And her friend? Apparently the same.

  The eye-contact with the blue-eyed goddess had never broken. Her face was slightly flushed, though twisted a bit with his cock wedged in her throat. “I’m going to fuck that pretty face, sweetie.” He said, addressing the girl who could do little more than faintly nod in acknowledgement.

  He pulled his cock from between those heavenly lips, feeling the cool air of the house and a sense of loss. He let Tiff draw in a huge gasp of breath before feeding her once more with his aching shaft. Down and down it went until her lips nuzzled into his pubic hair for the second time. After that, the game was on. Holding Tiff’s head in place by her hair, Mike proceeded to piston his cock in and out of her sweet throat; each stroke as long and full as the first, though with an ever-increasing pace. He dragged Aimee back around beside him by her hand and she went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. It was deep and wet, though he broke it off quickly.

  “Are the two of you lovers?” He asked.

  Aimee blushed. “Not really.” She said. “Though…”

  “I want you to be.” Mike said, finishing the sentence. “Get that pussy ready for me.”

  For Tiff’s part, though she may have heard the conversation, she wasn’t really a part of it. Her eyes still struggled to keep looking up at his, even as they watered with the depth of his thrusts. Aimee climbed onto the bed, having kicked her shorts off. Mike liked the fact that she had left her shoes on more than he wanted to admit.

  If this is all just a fantasy, so be it; he told himself. It doesn’t fucking matter.

  Tiff spread her legs at Aimee’s urging, and though he couldn’t see all of the unfolding action as Aimee’s hand slid between those gorgeous gams, Mike knew the moment those sweet fingers had slipped inside her BFF’s body. His new lover’s mouth went from silky-snug to the grip of a fist, lighting up the nerve endings of his cock like a Christmas tree. It was at that moment he realized that he should probably have blown his load in her incredible mouth minutes ago. Hell, moments after feeling it, he thought. In fact, his stamina with Aimee had been legendary as well, at least for him.

  Mag
ic, supernatural powers, selling his soul to the Devil. The thoughts flooded through Mike’s mind and none of them had the power to make him extract his cock from Tiff’s talented young mouth.

  “She’s so wet for you, Master.” Aimee cooed. “And I think this little ass wants some attention too.”

  Mike heard a muffled sound of indignation from below. He extracted his cock a moment later. “Go ahead, gorgeous.”

  “I…”

  Mike looked down at those pretty eyes. “Your friend seems to think it. You’re free to tell me otherwise.”