Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) Page 22

  “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, LENORE?”

  Lenore could not help but laugh, an unfortunate reaction that made the Wild Child erupt. Lena sprang from the floor and grabbed Lenore by the waist. Lenore screeched with girlish glee as Lena hosted her off her feet and slammed her to the bed, punching Lenore hard on the shoulder.

  “OUCH! What was that for?”

  “What was THAT for? Are you fucking kidding me? You brought home a billionaire bachelor to our apartment and you let him see me NAKED! Naked, Lenore!”

  In spite of her pain, Lenore could not stop laughing. “Well, he is worth $1.13billion, to be precise. I learned that on our walk back from the hotel. By the way… He thinks you are ‘stunning,’ dear! I think he very much enjoyed the view!”

  “LENORE!” Lena punched her roommate on the other shoulder.

  “OUCH! STOP DOING THAT!”

  “LENORE! You never brought anyone home before! How was I supposed to know you’d bring a man home with you? What ever happened to you being a full-on lesbo and us being together for eternity and all that stuff?”

  Lenore smiled, giggled, and exploded with laughter before calming down and rolling on top of her long-time lover. She kissed Lena on the cheek, then on the lips, and then lifted her head to peer intently into Lena’s eyes.

  “Lena… If you promise not to hate me, may I let you in on a little secret…?”

  “Oh right… I suppose you’re going to tell me…”

  Lena felt pounding in Lenore’s chest, saw the brilliant reddish tint in Lenore’s tanned cheeks, and the sparkling glint in Lenore's freaky, amber-brown, supermodel eyes. Her eyes popped.

  “SHIIIIIIT!”

  Lenore nodded and kissed Lena again, pressing their cheeks together.

  “HOH-LY SHIIIIIIT!”

  Lenore nodded again, a happy tear wetting Lena’s cheek.

  “Rory St. Cloud? Rory St. Cloud is ‘The One’? You know that after meeting the man... At a charity benefit? Lenore, ARE YOU INSANE?”

  Lenore kissed Lena again, sucking on her tongue the way she knew Lena loved. Then she wriggled down Lena’s body and briefly suckled her tits, cutting through Lena’s apoplexy with seduction. Lena moaned loudly, her arousal echoing throughout the room.

  “Ohhhh… Shit, Lenore… Ohhhh… Oh my God, Freaky... You’re fucking insane… That’s what you are… Oh yeah, Freaky… Suck ‘em, baby… You’re fucking insane, Lenore.”

  “I may be insane, Wild Child, but if I am, I am insane with love.”

  From beyond the door, the girls’ wrestling, squealing, and shouting attracted the attention of the patient billionaire.

  “Lenore…? Lena…? Are you two okay in there?”

  Lenore shouted back. “WE ARE FINE! Lena and I were just having a debate over what Camus says about fate in ‘The Myth of Sisyphus’!”

  Lena slugged Lenore again.

  “OUCH! What was that for?”

  “Because you’re enjoying this, you dopey bimbo!”

  Lenore rolled off the tennis pro, grabbed Lena by the waist, picked her up, and tossed her forward onto the bed. Lenore hiked her gown up over her hips and jumped on Lena’s shoulders, reaching back and spanking her roommate’s ass. Then she spanked Lena again. Harder.

  “YEOW! What was that for, Lenore? I’m not the one who showed up unannounced at the apartment with the richest guy in New York! And besides… I'm not the one always going around the apartment singing, ‘I’m proud to be a lez-bee-an…!' YOU are!”

  Lenore flipped off Lena and fell to her side on the bed, throwing her arm across Lena’s back and pulling their bodies together. Her lips brushed against Lena’s cheek and ear. “Lena… I do not know what to tell you. Something magical is happening to me! I cannot stop it! I tried! I tried to stop myself and I cannot! I am falling in love with Rory! Would you hate me if I said that I think he is 'The One’?”

  Lena’s eyes widened in shock. “You aren’t kidding! You really mean this? You met the man at a charity benefit, you talked to him for –– what? – 10 minutes, and now you’re not a lesbian? Just like that you went straight?”

  Lena slapped her hand to Lenore’s forehead, pretending to check her for fever. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

  “Lena, dear, at some point you really must stop saying that.”

  “Yeah, but… Lenore… This is you, we’re talking about! I’m the impulsive one, not you!”

  Lenore rolled off onto her back and slipped the strap of her gown from her shoulder. Lifting her hips from the bed, she wriggled the gown down and off her legs, taking her panties for the ride. She unstrapped her stilettos and casually tossed them to the floor. Lenore flopped back and looked over at the Wild Child.

  “Lena… Look at my eyes. You know me. You know my heart better than anyone. Do I look like I am kidding you? I am telling you… I cannot explain how it happened, but I think Rory St. Cloud is ‘The One’!”

  Lenore brought her face close to Lena’s, their eyes doing a familiar, loving dance, joy passing from one to the other through gazes and smiles and cheek-to-cheek adoration.

  “I had a premonition when I touched him, Lena! It played before my eyes. I saw you next to me as my maid of honor!”

  “At a wedding? Marrying Rory St. Cloud?”

  “Yes!”

  “Are you sure you two are okay in there?”

  “YES!” they shouted in unison.

  “We will be out in a min-ute!” added an unusually playful Lenore.

  Lena rolled back onto Lenore, quickly pulling pins and clips from Lenore’s hair, tossing them everywhere, tousling her hair and letting her lover’s luxurious mane spread across the bed.

  “I don’t get it, Lenore. I mean… Don’t get me wrong. I'm ecstatic for you! Heck… I’m ecstatic for ME! I think… But… WOW! You just went from being a total lesbo to falling in love with the most eligible bachelor in the tri-state area in about 60 seconds. Is that some kind of a world record or something?”

  Lenore reached back and grasped Lena’s ass with both hands. “I think there is someplace between the two extremes, dear. Unless Rory has a problem with it - and I do not think he will mind in the least - I plan to go through the rest of my life with you at my side. After all, we have an agreement and I intend to live up to it.”

  Lenore made out with Lena, fondling her ass, running her hands up and down the roommate’s back, making their pussies wet as the billionaire waited patiently in the room next door. Lena lost herself in the moment and humped Lenore, mashing their mounds together, crushing their clits. The pair ignored the unfortunate fact that Lena’s moans resonated throughout the room.

  “Ohhhh… Fuck… C’mon, Freaky… Stop it... You’re getting me… Oh fuck… C’mon, Freaky… You’re getting me all wet again… Stop, Lenore!”

  Lena rolled off Lenore and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. “C’mon, Lenore… Seriously! Stop with the sex for a minute! You might want to think about this a little. You don’t even know this guy. What if he has a wife somewhere? Or what if he isn’t into women who are into other women?”

  The grin on Lenore’s face prefaced a “DUH!” response. “Well, my love, to begin with, he is totally single. I already handled that bit of cross on the walk home. And second… Please show me a man who is NOT into women who are into other women!”

  Suddenly serious, Lenore bounced up off the bed and stood before Lena with her hands on her hips. “But that is not why we are here! Rory needs us! He needs us to be loving, and kind, and supportive. I brought him here because he almost broke down right there in the middle of the party.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  “Someone he once loved has just passed away and he has not yet told me who.”

  “Lenore, that’s horrible! That poor man! But… Why did you bring him here? Why didn’t you guys just go… well… back to his place?”

  Lenore bent and kissed Lena on the cheek. “Because, my beautiful Wild Child, I do not trust myself with him. I felt
myself becoming excited at the party. You know how I can be if I let my body have its way with someone I crave. I cannot do this without you. Rory needs both of us tonight.”

  Suddenly remembering the presence of another person in the apartment, Lenore looked over her shoulder toward the door. “Hey… Wait a moment… I should let him know we will be out soon.”

  The model roommate raced to the door and opened it just a crack, sticking her head and her no-longer-frazzled locks through the door jamb. “Rory, dear, we will be out in just a minute. Lena and I – HEY…!”

  Lenore yanked her head back and slammed the door. Standing inside was the Wild Child, fingers glistening with moisture she retrieved from Lenore’s sopping gash. She licked her fingers and grinned.

  “Mmmmm… Tasty! Supermodel pussy! The best!”

  “LENA! That was not funny!”

  Lena jabbed her finger at Lenore. “Neither was showing up here with Rory St. Cloud without warning me first! So now we’re even!” Lena flitted her left hand dismissively in the direction of the door, licking the fingers of her right. “So go on… Go finish what you were saying.”

  Gullible Lenore opened the door again. She peeked her head out one more time, attempting to finish her previous statement. “Lena was just helping me get out of my gown. We’ll – WHOA! – Uh… Rory… we’ll... HEE HEE! STOP THAT, WILD CHILD!” Lenore shouted over her shoulder.

  Lenore raced through her conclusion. “We’llbeoutinjustamoment!”

  SLAM!

  Rory chuckled. “Girls will be girls.”

  “Malena Renata Sardi! Stop fingering my pussy!”

  “Lesbo’s got a boyfriend! Lesbo’s got a boyfriend!”

  “LENA! He is upset! We must think clearly, not with our pussies!”

  “Lesbo’s got a booooy-friend!”

  Lenore giggled, intoxicated by love both for her new man and the long-time woman in her life. She rushed Lena, tackling her to the floor, a loud thud shaking the floor. Lena picked up a mild rug burn on her left cheek. The two rolled back and forth, Lena subversively trying to finger-fuck her friend and Lenore trying to fight her off. Lenore smashed into one of the dressers with her left foot and screamed.

  Remembering the guest in the other room, Lenore jumped to her feet in a karate style stance, ready to smack her roommate if she continued to get out of line. “LENA! STOP THIS!” Lenore giggled. “We must get back out there! Rory needs us!” She could not stop giggling.

  “Okay… Okay, Lenore… I’ll stop. I'll help. So what do you want me to do?”

  The two sexed-up roommates with the eligible hunk waiting in the living room panted and paused. Lenore patted her cheek pensively and considered their options.

  “AHA! I HAVE IT!”

  “Have what? Besides a man-hungry kitty and a nuclear powered libido, that is?”

  “Stop it, Lena!”

  “Sorry.”

  “I have an idea! It is time to hit the closet, dear. You do not happen to have any scissors hiding somewhere in this bedroom, do you?”

  While Lena and Lenore wrestled in the bedroom, Rory meandered around the apartment. First, he cleaned up Lena’s yogurt leftovers. Hunting for the wine locker and a suitable libation came next.

  “Hmmm… I wonder what kind of wine goes well with an international tennis star in the buff?”

  Every now and then Rory heard what sounded like slapping sounds, crashes, and giggles coming from the other side of the bedroom door. At times he heard what sounded like moaning foreplay.

  He decided it wiser to not interfere.

  The two-level, 2000 square foot, single-bedroom apartment with hers and hers offices likely cost a king’s ransom. The shades on every window were drawn, concealing the high-value furnishings, not to mention affording the girls the luxury of creating their own, private, nudist colony.

  Off the kitchen Rory found a nicely stocked, walk-in wine locker, divided into two sections, one half split between climate controlled and chilled wines, the other at room temperature. With more than 100 bottles to choose from, Rory wiled away the minutes looking for just the right touch. He finally found an intriguing option, a bottle of Sandeman Port, Vintage ‘66, stored at a nearly perfect 62 degrees Fahrenheit.

  “Hmmm… An intriguing choice for two professional women. This will do nicely.”

  Prowling through the kitchen, Rory found a large, unopened box of Ghirardelli dark chocolate squares in one of the cabinets. “Not tonight, Rory. For another time, perhaps.”

  On his way back to the living room, he paused. “Yes! For tonight!”

  Rory returned to the kitchen and snagged the box of chocolates.

  Rory placed the glasses on the coffee table, opened the chocolate, and arranged the squares on an antique serving plate he found in a kitchen cabinet. He settled back into the leather chair.

  Picking up one of the chocolate squares and nibbling on it, Rory waited patiently for the two roommates to come out. The door creaked. He glanced over his shoulder.

  Come out indeed.

  Twenty Two

  Rory caught his first glimpse of what the girls considered “something more comfortable.” Time stalled, the world creeping forward in slow motion as erotically charged twins strode from the bedroom.

  Lena and Lenore wore identical, tight, haphazardly-cropped, white tank tops, offering forth their succulent breasts and dark, aroused nipples. Lenore went Wild Child, leaving her bra on her dresser. Lena helped the gown-glamorous woman chop up a pair of jeans and both wore identical, high-cut, low-rise shorts with white pockets dangling. Barefoot, hair down and brushed, and with understated makeup and lipstick freshly applied, Lena and Lenore sauntered past Rory's gaping mouth on their way to the couch. He could not tell with certainty, but the two attorneys appeared to have developed an aversion to the use of panties.

  Sitting in unison, the girls tucked their legs in classic Lenore De La Fuente fashion. Lena reclined seductively against the near arm of the sofa, Lenore reclined temptingly against the other.

  Rory blinked. And blinked again. And grinned lustily. “Uhhh… Welcome back… Ladies.”

  “Sorry it took so long, Mr. St. Cloud. Lenore can be such a slacker about wardrobe changes. What a frigging diva!”

  Lenore shot Lena an evil, “I will spank you later!” look. “That will be enough from you, my impertinent sister. Now... Let us do proper introductions, shall we? Rory St. Cloud, please let me introduce my roommate, the stunning Ms. Lena Sardi.”

  Rory rose, stepped toward Lena, lifted her draped hand from the armrest, and kissed it. He held it delicately and offered his admiration. “I’m charmed to meet you, Miss Sardi…” he paused and chuckled, “…in the flesh.”

  Lena swooned, behaving like an addle-headed ditz. Equally smitten, Rory persisted with his stimulating grip of the tennis legend’s meaty mitt.

  “I’m… uhhhm… What? Yes! Yes! I'm charmed to meet you, too, uhhh… Mr. St. Cloud.”

  Rory kissed her hand once more. “Please, Lena… Call me Rory.”

  Over the visitor’s shoulder, Lenore winked at Lena. Lena’s sparkling eyes and lip sucking smile gave Lenore unequivocal approval.

  “OH YEAH, BABY! HE’S ‘THE ONE’!”

  The consummate gentleman became the consummate host, reaching for the wine on the coffee table. “Ladies, before we talk further… May I pour the wine? I found a delightful bottle of Sandeman '66 in your locker. This Porto seemed particularly appropriate for our time together.”

  “Please, Rory,” Lenore agreed with a queenly wave of her hand.

  The two women ogled the heaven-sent beefcake behind his back. Lena bit her knuckle in, “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” amazement. Rory offered each woman a square of chocolate to attend the Port.

  Upon returning to his seat, Rory suspected the purpose behind the women’s not-so-covert attempt to take his mind off his woe. “I take it by your attire, ladies, you wish to distract my attention from my heartache.”

  “Oh, Rory… I am
so sorry! That was my idea,” Lenore confessed. “Please be assured, there is no deeper intent behind…”

  Rory waved his hand, closed his eyes, and let the bouquet of the wine waft toward his nostrils. “Don’t worry, Lenore. Please. This is perfect. You two are…” Rory drew a long breath and assessed his horny hostesses. “…Magnificent. Stunningly beautiful each. A mourning man could not hope for a more exquisite pair of ‘distractions’.”

  The girls glanced at each other and beamed, tanned faces betraying the electrifying effect Rory had on their libidos.

  “So, as we enjoy a glass of wine together, and I am blessed to enjoy the company of two thoroughly distracting women, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the life of another exquisite woman.”

  Lena began her delicate cross examination. “Well… While we were in there changing, Rory, Lenore told me just a little about your loss. I’m so sorry to hear about this. Please, tell us more. Who was she? What happened?”

  Rory swirled the Port in his glass, enjoying the way the artificial light bounced and reflected throughout the liquid, inhaling it’s fruity notes. He sipped, savoring a legitimate vintage.

  “Her name was Alicia. Alicia Drummond.”

  Lenore gasped. “My God! Rory! I read about her death in the paper!”

  Lena appeared confused, glancing back and forth. “Alicia who…?”

  Lenore updated her current events challenged roommate. “Alicia Drummond, Lena! Her father owns Drummond Industries! She was killed in a plane crash two days ago! Somewhere in up-state New York, if I remember correctly.”

  “Yes, Lenore. Near Lake George. She was with her fiancé on the way to his cabin near Ticonderoga. He radioed that the plane had lost power and they were going down into a heavily forested area. They were… Oh God… They were…”

  Rory wept. “Oh God, Lenore! She was so young! She was so young and so beautiful and so alive!”

  Lenore wanted to leap across the coffee table and draw Rory’s head to her nearly naked chest. The man needed comfort and Lenore prepared to offer it the best way she knew how; giving him her body. Lena saw Lenore’s legs tense, caught the runway cat's eyes, and shook her head. She mouthed, “Not yet…”, urging her over-eager roommate to be still and listen. The archaeologist continued with her excavation, cautiously brushing away the accumulated dust from Rory’s interred memories.