While Rebecca had been enjoying herself with Nick, Esther and Damon were also getting to know each other.
‘Where’s Ellie tonight?’ she asked Damon once they had, been served their food. She’d ordered a lasagne and side salad and Damon had chosen a mixed grill. The restaurant was small but beautifully furnished with dark wooden beams and highly polished brass ornaments. There were only two other couples eating there and it provided exactly the kind of calm and peaceful atmosphere that Esther needed after the debacle earlier that evening.
‘I’m not sure,’ said Damon. ‘I think she said she was going to the party with Mary and George.’
‘Mary and George?’ Esther couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice.
Damon smiled. ‘They both adore her, didn’t you know? It will suit Ellie down to the ground to have two admirers.’
‘But she’s already got you,’ Esther blurted out.
Damon frowned. ‘No one “has” me, Esther,’ he said softly.
‘That’s not what I meant,’ said Esther. ‘The two of you are lovers, aren’t you?’
‘On and off,’ he conceded.
‘So why does she need George and Mary’s admiration?’
‘Because I don’t provide everything she needs, I guess,’ laughed Damon. ‘Besides, I think our affair’s nearly run its course.’
‘Well, surely she isn’t planning on an affair with Mary?’ retorted Esther.
‘Not Mary, no,’ agreed Damon. ‘George, however, is a different matter.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ said Esther. ‘George is old enough to be her father. He isn’t rich and he isn’t particularly attractive. Why on earth would she want to have an affair with George?’
‘Because George adores her and Ellie can’t resist adoration,’ he explained. Then he shrugged. ‘The truth is, Esther, I’ve no idea who she’ll be sleeping with next or why and quite frankly I’m not a bit interested.’
‘Oh,’ said Esther in a quiet voice.
‘Are you feeling any better yet?’ Damon asked after a short pause.
‘Not really,’ she replied. ‘It’s not just that I messed that piece of poetry up; I was awful all through the play. I was never Kay; I was always me dressed up in Kay’s clothes, and I’m furious with myself. I wish I could go back and do it all again. I’m capable of doing it so much better.’
‘Agreed,’ said Damon. ‘You did very well at one of the rehearsals recently. I expect it was Christopher’s private tuition,’ he added.
‘I expect it was,’ she agreed. She wasn’t feeling calm but she had no intention of letting Damon know what was going on in her mind. As she sat opposite him she was beginning to wonder how she could ever have been attracted to Christopher when Damon was around.
It wasn’t just that he was incredibly good-looking – that was fairly common in their profession – but he had tremendous character in his face. Also, the fact that he was quiet and secretive made him far more interesting than the majority of actors she’d met. Most of them would tell you their life story within the first five minutes of meeting you, whether you wanted to hear it or not. She only wished she knew what Damon felt about her.
‘Why did you join the company, Esther?’ he asked.
‘Because I was invited,’ she explained.
Damon raised his eyebrows. ‘You mean he approached you?’
‘No, but he invited me to join.’
‘Hardly the same thing, is it? Perhaps I should have been more precise. Why did you decide to audition to join the company?’
‘Because I wanted a change,’ said Esther. ‘I wanted to get away from the spotlight; away from the photographers and all the gossip about Marcus and me.’
‘So you chose to join a high-profile touring company starring a man with an ego second only to Marcus’s, right?’ asked Damon.
‘Put that way it does sound a bit odd,’ Esther agreed. ‘But like a lot of things it seemed a good idea at the time.’
‘I don’t think you’re telling me the whole truth,’ said Damon.
‘That’s your privilege,’ retorted Esther. ‘Since we’re on the subject, why did you join? It’s perfectly obvious you loathe Christopher and I don’t think you particularly like the plays. Besides, you could have had far better roles in other companies. After your Iago you must have had loads of offers.’
‘Not necessarily,’ said Damon. ‘You know what it’s like in our business: you can do really well at something and then be out of work for a year.’
‘So you didn’t get any offers?’ asked Esther.
‘A few,’ he admitted.
‘Then why did you join Christopher Wheldon’s company?’ Esther persisted.
‘Perhaps I had a burning desire to bring the classics to the people,’ drawled Damon.
‘Yes, and perhaps you didn’t,’ she remarked.
‘It seems,’ said Damon slowly, ‘that both of us are telling lies. Perhaps we’d better change the subject.’
Suddenly Esther was overwhelmed by a desire to tell Damon the truth. It was clear that he already suspected her motives and suddenly she wanted everything to be above board with him, at least on her side. It was up to him whether he chose to confide in her or not. She rather suspected, however, that no matter how frank she was with him he wouldn’t spill the beans. All the same, she decided to take the plunge.
‘Do you honestly want to know the truth about why I joined?’ she asked.
Damon sat up straight in his chair. ‘Yes, I do,’ he admitted.
‘I joined to get my own back on Marcus,’ said Esther. ‘He hated Christopher. Well, he probably still does, and he also tried to keep me off the stage. He used to tell me that I was better suited to television but at drama school they wanted me to try and pursue a stage career.’
‘You aren’t being strictly fair to him. Maybe he thought that TV was a good stepping stone to the stage,’ Damon pointed out. ‘These days it often is done that way round.’
‘You’re playing devil’s advocate, aren’t you?’ said Esther.
Damon nodded. ‘It’s a habit of mine,’ he confessed.
‘You could be right but I don’t think so,’ she said. ‘Anyway, I wanted to get back at him and this seemed the best way. I thought that if I did really well as an actress, and if my name was linked with Christopher, however tenuously, then when the news got back to Marcus he’d be furious. Jealousy was one of his big weaknesses.’
‘I don’t wish to be unkind,’ said Damon, ‘but if Marcus isn’t in love with you any more do you really think it will bother him if your name’s linked with Christopher’s?’
‘Yes,’ Esther said firmly. ‘The thing about Marcus is, he isn’t really that confident. Oh, he is when it comes to acting, but not in other respects. If he thought that Christopher Wheldon liked me, that we were what I call “an item”, he’d start to question whether he’d done the right thing in dumping me. Be honest, Claudine isn’t anyone really; she’s just an extremely pretty face and—’
‘She’s certainly that,’ Damon interjected.
Esther sighed. ‘Are you trying to make this more difficult for me?’
‘Sorry,’ he said swiftly. ‘I didn’t mean to interrupt.’
‘I expect it all sounds very petty and boring to you,’ said Esther, a trifle curtly, ‘but it matters to me. At least it did in the beginning. Now I’m not quite so sure. Anyway, if I’m an utter flop on the stage, then the plan isn’t going to work, is it? I’ll have done all this for nothing.’
‘Not exactly for nothing,’ said Damon.
‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
‘You’ve managed to become linked with Christopher. Perhaps that will be enough on its own to infuriate Marcus.’
Esther felt a little uncomfortable. ‘I haven’t read anything about us being linked together,’ she said swiftly.
‘I wasn’t talking about the press,’ explained Damon. ‘No doubt that will follow but it’s generally accepted within the company that the pair of you have been sleeping together. Are you going to tell me that’s not true?’
Esther hadn’t expected him to be so direct. ‘It’s true,’ she muttered.
‘Well I hope it’s worth it for you,’ remarked Damon. ‘Does Rebecca know?’
Esther was highly relieved that Damon didn’t know anything about the threesome she’d had with Christopher and Rebecca. ‘She probably guesses,’ she said, ‘but I don’t think she’s too bothered at the moment, particularly after tonight.’
‘And is that it?’ Damon asked her.
‘Yes,’ said Esther.
‘I’m in no position to make any comment at all really,’ said Damon. ‘As you rightly suspected my motives for joining aren’t exactly as pure as the driven snow. I happen to think Christopher Wheldon’s acting ability is vastly overrated and I think this whole tour is going to be a disaster. However, like you, I joined for more personal reasons.’
‘Do you want to talk about them?’ asked Esther.
‘I think perhaps I do,’ said Damon, obviously surprised at himself. ‘I’ve got a half-sister, Suzie, and she was at the RSC with Christopher. She’s incredibly highly strung and only twenty now. She’s also beautiful. One of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen. Naturally Christopher fell madly in love with her and although she was only a junior they became lovers. Probably partly because of this, but also because she’s got amazing talent, they were cast opposite each other as Beatrice and Benedick. They both got good reviews only, sadly for her, Suzie’s were even better than Christopher’s.
‘About two days after the reviews appeared she went back to the house they’d been sharing in Stratford and found he’d changed the locks. That was how she discovered she’d been dumped. After that he made her life absolute hell there. Suddenly she was relegated back into the ranks and although she had offers from other companies she didn’t take any of them up. All she could think about was Christopher. It was Christopher morning, noon and night and when she wasn’t talking about him or trying to ring him up then she was sitting sobbing her heart out.
‘In the end she had to get some counselling and at the moment she’s given up acting completely. I wish you’d seen her. She really was something very special, and he’s ruined her. I decided that I was going to make him pay for what he did to her and that’s why I’m here.’
‘But how are you going to get your revenge?’ asked Esther.
‘That’s the problem,’ admitted Damon, ‘I haven’t worked it out yet.’
‘Perhaps we ought to join forces,’ suggested Esther.
Damon looked at her intently and she found herself wondering once more what he’d be like in bed. ‘That might be a good idea,’ he conceded.
‘What would hurt Christopher the most, do you think?’ asked Esther as they waited for their desserts to arrive.
‘I suppose failing as an actor,’ said Damon, ‘but I can’t see that happening.’
‘I think you could out-act him,’ she said. ‘You’re just as talented, you’ve got more stage presence and a far stronger role as Ernest Beevers. I know Christopher doesn’t like the middle act of Time and the Conways when he’s playing Robin as a weak drunkard. If you could really dominate that scene then he might not pull himself together for the third one.’
‘I know something else that would hurt him,’ said Damon.
‘What?’
‘If his ability to assess true talent is called into question. I know he’s been boosting you to the skies but after tonight he’s going to dump you very smartly and I imagine that he’ll go back to pushing Rebecca, who was accepted as his protégée before your arrival on the scene.’
‘But Rebecca is good,’ said Esther.
‘She’s good, but she isn’t brilliant,’ said Damon. ‘If she was, Christopher wouldn’t have her around him, not after what happened with Suzie.’
‘Rebecca’s also clever,’ explained Esther. ‘She knows what she wants and where she’s going and she knows that she needs Christopher to achieve it all. She isn’t going to make the same mistake as your half-sister.’
‘I know that,’ said Damon. ‘Obviously she isn’t going to out-act her own boyfriend, particularly if it’s going to ruin her career, but since he’s promoting her, think how wonderful it would be if she failed. Not only failed but failed in front of a really big audience – an audience who mattered.’
‘I don’t see how, we could make that happen,’ said Esther. ‘It’s a brilliant idea but it isn’t feasible.’
‘I think you’re wrong,’ said Damon. ‘We do have one advantage.’
‘What’s that?’ queried Esther.
‘It’s the fact that I’m playing Rebecca’s husband in the middle act. I have to show that I’m a bully who dominates her, and that’s a dreadful contrast between the way things are at the beginning and end of the play. The audience are meant to be shocked to realise that this pretty girl with the whole world at her feet is quite probably going to end up married to a man who treats her appallingly and doesn’t even love her. They’re meant to feel really sorry for her, and at the moment they probably do.
‘The thing is, I could be far more dominating than I have been and I could also play things slightly differently in the first act so that Rebecca will already be on edge by the time the second act starts. She’s the sort of person who has to feel in full control. It will only take a couple of fluffed lines and she’ll totally lose her cool. I think that if I manage to make her feel I am dominating her, that she’s paling into insignificance, then she’ll start to fall apart. Christopher warned me not to overshadow her before we left London, remember?’
‘That’s true and I suppose it’s possible,’ conceded Esther. ‘If you are successful, where are we going to get a really big audience who matter?’
‘Haven’t you heard?’ asked Damon.
‘Heard what?’ asked Esther.
‘About the grand finale,’ explained Damon. ‘At the end of the tour we’re giving an open-air performance of Time and the Conways in Regent’s Park. Christopher’s been pulling strings all over the place and he’s got loads of agents coming along with a couple of American talent scouts. Obviously he’s invited them there to see him and, presumably, either you or Rebecca, too. I imagine that at the time he hadn’t decided which of you it would be. Now, if Rebecca and Christopher both give poor performances on that night but you and I give strong ones then we’d feel that we’d really got our revenge, wouldn’t we?’
‘I imagine so,’ said Esther, although she was slightly doubtful.
Damon’s eyes narrowed. ‘Of course, I forgot, you wanted to be sleeping with Christopher.’
‘Not necessarily sleeping with him,’ said Esther quickly. ‘Quite honestly I’d rather I didn’t any more, but I’d quite like people to think that I was.’
‘Even if he’s going to fail?’ asked Damon. ‘If you and I are going to shine you’d be better off if people thought you were sleeping with me!’ He laughed and Esther wished that he hadn’t.
‘Do you really think we could manage it?’ she asked anxiously.
‘Yes, if we work bloody hard between now and then,’ said Damon.
‘I shall have to string Christopher along a bit,’ said Esther. ‘I’m going to tell him that I’m channelling all my energy into rehearsing my part. That way I can avoid sleeping with him without denting his pride.’
‘Good thinking,’ said Damon. ‘One possible thing that could bring us down is if you and I don’t perform well enough. Have you thought of that?’
‘I’ve thought about it with regard to myself,’ said Esther, gloomily. ‘You won’t have any problem but heaven only knows what I’m going to do.’
Damon leant closer to her across the table. ‘Listen,’ he said softly, ‘I’m more than willing to give you as much tuition as you need. We can work on all the parts you’ll be playing as often as you like but we’ve got to do it in secret. Neither of us must give any suggestion of how well we’re going to act until that last performance. I shall continue playing Ernest Beevers the way I have been all along, and as long as you give a reasonably competent performance, both in that and as Ophelia, when you play opposite the great Christopher’s Hamlet, then no one will get suspicious. We’ll only pull out all the stops on the final night.’
‘It means we’re going to have to spend a lot of time together,’ said Esther.
‘I’ll try and make it as painless for you as possible,’ Damon said dryly.
‘I didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy it,’ said Esther.
‘Don’t worry, I’m not like Christopher. I don’t expect you to sleep with me as well. In fact I’d rather that you didn’t.’
Esther’s heart sank. Even as he’d been telling her of his plan she’d been plotting how she could use this to her advantage in getting Damon’s attention directed at her. Now he was making it perfectly clear that he didn’t want her. And yet she was sure that she wasn’t mistaken when she sensed that he was attracted to her.
‘Don’t worry,’ she replied. ‘I’m as anxious as you are to keep this thing platonic.’
‘Good, then we understand each other,’ said Damon.
‘Presumably Ellie will be relieved as well,’ she said.
‘I told you, that affair’s nearly over,’ he replied.
‘There’s a difference between nearly and completely,’ Esther pointed out.
‘I do have to watch my words with you, don’t I?’ said Damon. ‘OK, I admit it. I probably will keep on sleeping with her, and why not? We both enjoy it and we know it isn’t a permanent thing.’
‘Won’t she object to the amount of time we spend rehearsing with each other?’ asked Esther.
‘I don’t particularly want her to know,’ said Damon. ‘If she finds out she’ll probably tell the entire company and then Christopher might start to get suspicious. I shall have to work out what I’m going to say to her, but she’s used to me having odd moods and disappearing. She doesn’t question where I am every moment of the day and night, thank God.’
‘Lucky you,’ said Esther. ‘What a very accommodating girlfriend she is.’
‘Yes, she is,’ agreed Damon with a weak smile.
Esther decided that she wanted to leave. She wondered why he was so firm in his resolution not to become involved with her. Perhaps it was because he knew she’d already slept with both Marcus and Christopher. However, in their profession, the number of partners you’d had wasn’t normally a problem. Whatever his reason he’d made it perfectly clear, and she decided that for the sake of successful revenge she would just have to put her sexual feelings for him to one side and concentrate on her acting. Given her performance tonight it was going to take a hell of a lot of hard work to produce anything approaching a stunning performance by the middle of June.
As they were going, Damon helped her on with her coat and suddenly he caught her face between his hands and looked carefully into her eyes. ‘Tell me, Esther, are you professionally ambitious for yourself or just for revenge?’ he asked softly.
Esther thought hard about the question. ‘Both,’ she said at last. ‘I’ve always been far more ambitious than anyone realised.’
‘That’s good because you’ve got a lot of talent, only somewhere along the way you’ve forgotten how to use it,’ said Damon, releasing her. Striding out into the car park, he started to walk home. ‘Don’t worry about it, though, it’s nothing I can’t put right.’
‘You’re not very modest, are you?’ said Esther, hurrying to keep up with his long strides.
‘I don’t believe in false modesty,’ said Damon. ‘I know what I can and can’t do.’
‘I wish I did,’ muttered Esther, half to herself.
‘When you work it out then you’ll finally realise your full potential,’ said Damon.
Back at the house they slowed their steps and Damon suggested that Esther went in ahead of him. ‘I’m sure people saw us leave together,’ he remarked, ‘but just the same, we don’t want to make a big thing of it, so you go on ahead of me. I’ll follow in a few minutes.’
‘All right,’ she agreed. ‘I take it you’ll let me know when we can start rehearsing.’
‘Sure,’ agreed Damon and then, to her astonishment, he pulled her fiercely towards him and kissed her directly on the mouth. The kiss was a long one, but just as Esther’s knees started to buckle he released her and, with a muttered curse, walked away into the darkness of the grounds. Esther felt a tiny surge of triumph. She was right and had been right all along. Damon did care for her but for some reason he didn’t want her to know. Well that was something she could cope with. If she had anything to do with it they would become lovers before the tour was over.
Altogether, Esther felt far more cheerful than she should have done when she retired to bed that night. The memory of her appalling performance was already beginning to fade and she was looking forward to her private rehearsals with Damon. She looked forward to the end of the tour when the pair of them would finally get their revenge on Christopher.
‘Where’s Damon tonight?’ Mary Fuller asked Ellie as the pair of them left the room where the first-night party was just ending.
‘I’ve no idea,’ said Ellie.
‘You aren’t bothered?’ said Mary in some surprise.
‘Damon likes to go off and do his own thing,’ explained Ellie. ‘If he thought I was trying to keep tabs on him he’d soon lose interest.’
‘It went very well tonight, I thought,’ commented Mary.
‘With the exception of Esther, yes,’ agreed Ellie. ‘It must have been a nightmare for her. Once she had to have a prompt in the first five minutes I knew she was in trouble.’
‘I don’t know what was the matter with her,’ said Mary. ‘She’s been doing so much better lately. I was really quite impressed and then suddenly she just fell apart.’
‘Perhaps she’s still missing Marcus,’ said Ellie. ‘Anyway, for all our sakes let’s hope she can pull herself together.’
‘What are you going to do now?’ asked Mary, looking thoughtfully at the petite, elfin-faced girl standing next to her.
‘I’ve no idea,’ said Ellie. ‘I shan’t be able to sleep; the adrenalin’s still flowing.’
‘Mine’ too!’ Mary laughed. ‘Isn’t it terrible? You know you ought to sleep after a play because you’re going to be on stage again the next day but you never can because you can’t get rid of that buzz.’
‘I’m not on stage tomorrow,’ said Ellie. ‘Christopher wasn’t silly enough to put me in his potted Macbeth.’
‘Oh, of course, I’d forgotten it was that,’ said Mary. ‘I am in it. I’m the gentlewoman attending Lady Macbeth, but it doesn’t entail much work.’
‘So what shall we do?’ asked Ellie.
Mary glanced at her. ‘Any ideas?’
‘I’ve always got plenty of ideas,’ said George, coming up behind the two women and putting his arms around them. ‘The problem is no one wants to join in.’
Ellie looked provocatively at him. ‘Why don’t you tell us one of your ideas,’ she suggested. ‘Maybe I’d be interested.’
George’s eyes lit up. ‘That sounds exciting. The trouble with my ideas is that they always require a large cast.’
‘Do you mean one large lady or more than one member in the cast?’ enquired Ellie with a grin.
‘Two average-sized ones would suit me nicely,’ said George.
Ellie glanced at Mary. ‘I imagine that would suit you, too,’ she said.
Mary nodded. ‘It would suit me down to the ground.’
‘I’ve got an idea, then,’ said Ellie. ‘Theresa’s been mooning around all evening. For some reason Christopher’s ignoring her. Why don’t I go and see if she’d like to join the three of us.’
‘Join us where?’ asked Mary.
‘I’m sure we could find an empty bedroom in a house this size,’ said Ellie.
‘Do you think she’d agree?’ asked George in some surprise.
‘I think she might,’ said Ellie. ‘She’s been dropping quite a few hints lately and I think her sexual tastes are fairly broad.’ With that she disappeared back into the party leaving Mary and George standing in the hall looking expectantly at each other.
‘Could be our lucky night, Mary,’ said George.
‘It looks like it,’ she agreed. ‘I must say, I think Theresa is delicious.’
‘I prefer Ellie,’ said George. ‘I love girls who are small and boyish and yet incredibly feminine at the same time.’
‘It’s Theresa that drives me wild,’ said Mary with a sigh. ‘Ever since I saw her that night in London I haven’t been able to forget her. Let’s hope Ellie’s successful.’
Ellie was, and within ten minutes the four of them had found an empty bedroom in the guest wing. It was large, beautifully furnished and – much to their relief – it even had a lock on the door. As soon as they were inside George turned the key. ‘Don’t want to be disturbed, do we?’ he said.
‘Definitely not,’ agreed Ellie.
Theresa looked slightly hesitant. ‘What exactly is it that we’re going to do?’
‘I’m not going to do anything,’ confessed Mary. ‘I’m afraid I’m rather lazy. I shall just sit in this comfortable chair here and watch anything you two girls choose to do.’
‘What about you, George?’ asked Ellie. ‘Are you going to be a participant or a voyeur?’
‘I’ll start out by watching,’ said George, ‘but I might join in later.’
Ellie smiled prettily at him. ‘I hope you do.’
After George and Mary had settled in their seats, Ellie moved closer to Theresa. ‘Why don’t we start off by just dancing together the way we do at the beginning of the play,’ she suggested to the red-haired girl. Theresa nodded in agreement and, for the next few minutes, the pair of them danced slowly and sensuously in the middle of the room. It wasn’t really the way they danced in the play but it was far more exciting and very soon both of them were anxious to proceed further.
Ellie made the first move. Very, very slowly she began to unbutton Theresa’s blouse and then stepped back so that Theresa could remove it herself, which she did, turning it into a kind of striptease, moving her body and arms around all the time so that her full breasts, trapped in a tiny half-cup bra, were displayed to their full advantage to the watching couple. When she’d finally thrown the blouse carelessly across the room, Ellie undid the other girl’s skirt, pulling it down so that Theresa could step out of it, leaving her standing in her black bra and G-string with black hold-up stockings and black high-heeled shoes. Mary Fuller gave a smile of appreciation and George leant forward eagerly in his chair.
Luckily Theresa and Ellie were about the same height, so it was easy for Ellie to nibble on Theresa’s ear and plant butterfly kisses on her shoulders before gradually working her way to her breasts. Theresa started to unfasten her own bra but Ellie stopped her and instead signalled for George to step forward. He almost fell over in his haste and then he was standing in front of the red-haired girl, his hands shaking slightly as he unclipped her bra, allowing it to fall forward on to the floor so that her breasts were finally totally exposed. Immediately he reached around to cup the firm orbs but Ellie, with a half-smile, pointed to his chair.
‘You’re meant to be watching this, George,’ she reminded him.
Reluctantly George returned to his chair and now Ellie was able to resume her ministrations on Theresa’s body. She, like the two watchers, was fascinated by the size of Theresa’s breasts with their large rosebud nipples and she closed her mouth over one, rolling it between her teeth and drawing her tongue over the rapidly hardening tip while she caressed both breasts with her hands.
Theresa’s breathing quickened and her whole breast area swelled as her excitement mounted. The silence in the room was a heavy one, full of sexual expectation. For Theresa it was a very exciting moment. With Christopher and Rebecca she always felt that she was the least important person but here she suddenly felt centre stage and this enhanced her natural sexuality.
She watched as Ellie knelt on the carpet before beginning to kiss her feet and then, very carefully, felt her lift one foot and suck on the toes. It was a delicious sensation but it meant that Theresa’s breasts were unattended. Without thinking, she put her own hands on them and started to stroke them softly before suddenly squeezing them hard. Ellie moved her hands and slid them between Theresa’s legs, pushing her G-string to one side. Theresa’s head fell back a little and her long hair caressed her naked shoulders. When she felt Ellie’s hands opening her outer sex lips to reveal the swollen bud within, Theresa pushed her hips forward slightly so that Mary and George could have a better view.
There was no doubt that Ellie was an expert at using her tongue on another woman. As Theresa’s clitoris continued to swell, Ellie circled it lazily with her tongue before taking it prisoner in her mouth, tantalizing it by sucking gently but firmly and then nibbling softly. As she worked on the shaking girl with her mouth she allowed her hands to wander behind the tight buttocks until, at last, she was able to slip one slender finger inside Theresa’s rectum, stroking with amazing lightness on the paper-thin skin within.
Without any warning Theresa’s hips bucked violently as she suddenly came and Ellie sucked even harder on the other girl’s clitoris, keeping it imprisoned firmly in her mouth as it tried to retract beneath its protective hood. The incredible intensity of the sensations drove Theresa wild and she felt sweat trickling down between her breasts and heard herself gasping as the muscular contractions tore though her.
‘Sit on the end of the bed,’ Ellie whispered the moment Theresa’s orgasm had finished. Theresa didn’t argue; all she wanted was for this exquisite pleasure to continue. As soon as she’d done what Ellie suggested, Ellie started to tantalise her once more with her fingers and mouth, using her skilful tongue on her until she was just about to come again. However, as Theresa felt her body reaching the point of no return, Ellie stopped for a moment and Theresa uttered a wail.
‘For God’s sake don’t stop now!’ she cried.
Mary and George were gathered at the end of the bed. They’d been unable to resist the temptation to get nearer and Theresa didn’t care; in fact she wished that they’d join in and stimulate the parts of her body that Ellie was unable to reach. Mary looked into the auburn-haired girl’s eyes and read the silent appeal there. Sitting on the side of the bed the older woman reached out and very carefully began to massage the skin that covered those delicious swollen globes that so excited her.
‘That’s wonderful,’ Theresa whispered. ‘Would you use your mouth on them as well?’
Mary didn’t need any second invitation and within seconds Theresa felt a tongue travelling over her left nipple. Suddenly she was astonished to realise that her other nipple was also being tongued, because George had decided to join them.
Theresa allowed her head to fall back on to the bed. She was more than happy for them all to stimulate her in any way they wanted as long as she was able to keep having intense orgasms at the same time knowing that she was exciting everyone in the room. Such power was a heady aphrodisiac.
Ellie kept bringing the prone Theresa to the peak of orgasm with her tongue and fingers between her thighs before stopping so that the hot tightness would build and build inexorably and then, just as Theresa was about to explode, the feelings would start to fade as the stimulation between her thighs ceased. She cried out, begged and beseeched, but Ellie waited and waited knowing that delay would intensify Theresa’s pleasure when it finally swamped her again.
Mary briefly left Theresa’s side for a moment and placed her capacious handbag on the floor next to Ellie before returning her attentions to Theresa’s breasts. Ellie opened the bag and inside found the perfect toy. After bringing Theresa tantalisingly close to the point of no return she stopped and then, as Theresa began to beg and beseech her again, Ellie stood up and showed Theresa what was in her hand.
‘Would you like this inside you?’ she asked.
‘Please, please,’ begged Theresa, almost out of her mind now.
‘Not much longer to wait,’ said George, and Theresa felt herself start to tremble all over.
Very gently and slowly, Ellie licked Theresa’s juices from around her moist entrance and then eased the sex toy inside the prone girl. It was a long, ribbed vibrator and even as she eased it in Theresa’s belly began to heave and her head turned restlessly from side to side as she muttered, ‘Yes! Yes!’
At the exact moment that the long-awaited climax began, Ellie switched on the power and Theresa felt as though her body was being torn apart by a series of electric shocks. All her nerve endings responded and her tight tortured muscles were finally released in an explosion of ecstasy.
Within seconds of the orgasm dying away Ellie turned up the power on the vibrator and, as it throbbed within the thrashing girl, she moved her mouth so that she could lick and suck at Theresa’s clitoris at the same time. Theresa couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Both her breasts were being sucked and massaged, sending shooting sparks of pleasure down through her belly and into the cleft between her thighs. That, coupled with the ecstasy of the vibrator and Ellie’s amazingly knowing tongue, meant that she was being stimulated in so many places at once her body hardly seemed able to cope and another climax tore through her as she screamed her pleasure aloud.
She looked so enchanting every time she came that the onlookers were transfixed and unable to resist taking her to the peak of pleasure yet another time. Theresa felt at first that she wouldn’t be able to bear it but then, as the pleasure mounted rapidly and her nipples grew hard again, she knew that they were right and she was capable of even greater pleasure.
This time after the last tremors of her orgasm had died away she opened her eyes and looked up at Mary. ‘Not any more,’ she whispered beseechingly.
Mary stroked the girl’s damp forehead and ran her fingers through her tousled hair. ‘What you need,’ she said quietly, ‘is a nice warm bath.’
Dazed and sated with passion, Theresa was led into a tiny adjoining bathroom. Ellie joined her in the bath and, while George soaped Ellie vigorously, Mary did the same for Theresa. The two girls sat, looking at each other, each watching to see how the other responded to the attentions they were receiving. Suddenly Ellie straightened one leg and eased her toes between Theresa’s sex lips, then she wriggled them very gently. To Theresa’s astonishment her body, now so ready for pleasure that it needed only the tiniest stimulation to cause a climax, responded instantly and, yet again, the wave of hot, delicious pleasure flooded over her.
She was relieved when George and Mary left her alone for a few minutes and turned their attentions to Ellie. Now it was Theresa’s turn to watch as Ellie knelt in the bath and was brought to orgasm by George’s fingers as he lathered her sex and then worked busily between her legs. Mary contented herself with kissing and caressing Ellie’s upper body.
Theresa watched with interest as Ellie’s tiny breasts with their almost flat nipples slowly began to swell a little and the nipples finally formed hard little peaks which Mary pounced on with delight. As George continued his work, Theresa saw Ellie’s flat belly cave in for a moment and then the muscles began to contract and she knew that the other girl was also going to climax. It was so exhilarating watching Ellie come that Theresa, despite all that had gone before, reached down between her own thighs and rotated her hand against herself. To her great delight, she was able to achieve an orgasm at exactly the same moment as Ellie. The two girls quaked and cried out in unison as their pleasure was allowed to come.
Suddenly Mary glanced at her watch. ‘I think we’d better get out of here,’ she said quietly. ‘We ought to be back in our own rooms; it’s nearly one.’
Theresa’s body felt so heavy that she had to be helped out of the bath by George. He dried Ellie while Mary did the same for Theresa. To Theresa’s delight Mary dried her as sensually as she’d licked her breasts. Wherever her hands moved they caressed and fondled so that despite their gentleness they had the effect of causing Theresa to start to get aroused again.
‘There’s no time,’ laughed Ellie, seeing the expression in the other girl’s eyes.
‘There’ll be plenty of other times,’ Mary whispered to Theresa, and Theresa nodded sleepily.
Finally, when both the girls were dressed, they made sure that they’d collected all their belongings and the room was in its original state before unlocking the door and going their separate ways.
When Ellie crept into the bedroom that she shared with Damon he was already there and the light was out. ‘Are you asleep?’ she whispered.
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘That’s all right then,’ Ellie said casually, and she clicked on the light.
Damon pulled himself up in bed and stared across the room at her. ‘Was the party good?’
‘Very good,’ said Ellie, starting to undress.
‘Only just ended?’
‘No, it ended ages ago but I went on to an orgy,’ she said.
‘Hope you enjoyed it,’ Damon remarked casually and within a few minutes he was fast asleep.
‘I certainly did,’ Ellie muttered to herself as she climbed into bed next to him. She’d been very surprised by the way Theresa had responded. It had been a good day and, although she had intended to ask Damon where he’d disappeared to, suddenly she didn’t care that much. Whatever he’d been doing he couldn’t possibly have had as much fun as she’d had.