Sarah's Playmates (4 page)

“You mean bent?”

“Yes.”

“Was he the only man you’ve ever slept with?”
She gave me a look. “He wasn’t, was he?” I scooted closer. “Oooh,
do tell, Millie. Tell me everything.”

“You’re a strumpet, Sarah. You’ll have to
solve the mystery on your own.” She unbuttoned her blouse. “We have
an hour before dinner. Let’s not waste it talking.”

I bit my lip. “They get hard when they’re
near women, right?”

“If they’re excited.” She tossed the shirt
aside and removed her corset. “Why?”

“I could feel his…thing.”

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t. You’re a
beautiful woman. I’ve seen the way men look at you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, my dear. Wherever we go, you turn
heads. You have for years.”

“Oh.” That was mildly shocking.

Her chemise, drawers, petticoat, and bustle
ended up on a chair. “Now lay back like a good girl.”

I shuddered at the tone in her voice. “What
are we doing?”

“I’ll start by pleasuring you with my
tongue.”

“That’s a wonderful place to start.”

“Then perhaps we can try something new.”

“Like what?”

“A position where we fuck each other at the
same time.”

“How sinful.”

“Oh, my dear. You have no idea.”

I kissed her, driving my tongue into her
mouth. My encounter with the bandit had emboldened me, giving me a
fearless edge and a desire to be more aggressive. I held her face,
kissing her madly, biting on her lower lip and lapping at her
mouth.

“What in heavens has gotten into you?”

“Oh! Millie! Touch my pussy…please.”

“Let’s get this off first.” She grasped my
camisole and pulled it over my head. “You have magnificent
breasts.”

“Yes, that’s all good, but touch me.” I
grabbed her hand. “Touch my pussy.”

“You’re soaking wet.”

“Oh! If you do that a little longer I’ll
explode. It won’t take long. I’m almost there.”

“I haven’t even touched you, girl.” She
seemed slightly astounded.

The little I was receiving wasn’t enough. I
pounced on her, straddling a leg and began to grind myself against
her. “Oh, Millie!” Something strange had happened to me that I
couldn’t quite explain. In my mind, I saw the bandit, and my body
seemed to think her leg was his cock. I went mad rutting on it,
nearly insane with want. “Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” I
threw my head back and moaned, while sparks flashed behind my
eyelids and the world tumbled into rapture. I rode her shamelessly,
enjoying the dwindling convulsions of my orgasm. I collapsed on the
bed. “Ooohh…”

“You little tart.”

“I’m sorry.”

“My leg’s all wet.” Her hand was on my
stomach. “You used me.”

“I did,” I laughed. “That was fun.”

She smacked my thigh. “You’ve become an
unruly student.”

“It felt so good.”

“You’re more like your mother than you
think.”

I turned on my side, holding my head in the
palm of my hand. “You keep saying that. What do you know?” I pushed
her. “Tell me.”

“I’ve heard stories about Africa. Orgies and
things. There was a great white ape also. I think your mother knew
him.”

“Tarzan.”

“You’ve heard of him then?”

“I met him. He’s no ape. He’s just a
man.”

“It’s my turn now.”

“But what else do you know?”

“Isn’t an orgy bad enough?”

“That sounds exciting.”

“Hold your tongue! Don’t think things like
that.”

“I’m not allowed to do them, and now I can’t
even think about them? That’s hardly fair.” I giggled at her
shocked expression.

“Lay back. I’m going to show you something
new.”

“Oooh…I love new things.” She straddled me
facing the other direction. Her thighs were on either side of my
face, and her pussy was rapidly approaching. “What on earth are you
doing?”

“I’ve heard of this. I want to try it.” Her
finger drove between the swollen lips of my pussy.

“Oh! It’s so sensitive.”

“And wet.”

“Millie! I think I’m going to like this.”

“It would surprise me if you didn’t.”

I giggled, “I’m not that debauched.”

“I beg to differ.” She lowered to my mound.
“Suck me, you dirty girl.”

“Oh…ooommmm…” I buried my face in her moist
center, relishing the slightly musky aroma. Her tongue was in my
pussy, and it felt slinky and wet. I buzzed all over again, my body
humming a sensuous tune. I grasped the pillow and shoved it under
my head to hold myself up. Then I tongued her and used my fingers,
which rubbed over the distended lump of her clit.

“Oh, girl…that’s so good.”

I would have answered, but I was preoccupied,
sucking gently on the scalloped edges of her labia. I rubbed her
clit, and she moaned repeatedly; the soggy lump was even longer and
harder now. She drove a finger into me, while using her thumb over
my sensitive nub.

“Ooohh…Sarah…” She pressed herself to my
mouth, wetting me thoroughly. “Oh, fuck me, girl! Fuck me!”

I wasn’t the only one was aggressive that
afternoon. I thought I might drown from the deluge that trickled
down my throat. She was incredibly aroused. I hurtled towards
another orgasm with a woman’s vagina on my face. Grasping the soft
flesh of her hips, I bucked mine up to feel her tongue over me.
This happened repeatedly, until I gasped and moaned, my entire body
trembling in a series of mini-shocks.

“Millie!” She sat on me, driving her cunt
into my mouth. I thought I would surely suffocate in the sodden
folds, but she groaned then, shuddering, rubbing her core hard and
low.

“You dirty girl! Oohhh…” she gasped.

Exhausted, I collapsed against the pillow and
sighed. “I like that position. It’s mutually beneficial.”

Millie giggled and fell to the bed, laying in
the other direction. “It was marvelous. We should nap for a while.
Then we have to get ready for dinner. That bandit aroused you.”

“Mmmm…”
He sure did
. His image flitted
through my consciousness. It was the last thing I remembered before
drifting off to sleep.

Dinner that evening was a low-key affair. The
topic of conversation had been the train robbers, who, by all
estimates, had made off with more than twelve thousand dollars
worth of money and jewelry. They were known as The Corbett Gang,
led by Brack Corbett. He and his accomplices had robbed trains from
Ohio to Iowa, extending as far West as Nevada. Lawmen and bounty
hunters were in pursuit, including several Pinkerton detectives,
who had boarded the train at a depot in Indiana. Millie and I had
been asked questions about the incident, and I had given a
statement, recollecting the sanitized version of events. I omitted
kissing the handsome outlaw, and I buzzed every time I thought
about it.

The next morning, after we had pulled into
Chicago’s Central Depot, I waited anxiously with Millie, while
porters brought down our trunks. There was a lake breeze, which
filled my senses with the smell of the ocean, but that was
impossible because Lake Michigan was a fresh water lake. Perhaps,
it was the vague aroma of fish that tricked me into imagining
this.

“Sarah!” A man’s voice called out above the
din. Scores of people came and went.

“Edmund?”

“My love!” A tall man approached wearing a
cutaway morning coat and ascot tie. His handsome visage was adorned
by an enormous smile. “There you are. How was your trip?” He took
my hand, kissing my gloved fingers.

“It’s so good to see you, Edmund. We were
robbed.”

“What? I’ve hardly had time to read the
papers. Are you all right?” His brows drew together. “You weren’t
harmed, were you?”

“No, but they made off with my engagement
ring.”

“I’m so sorry, my dear. How awful.” He
glanced at Millie, tipping his hat. “Mrs. Doyle. How are you?”

“I’m well, Mr. Lakewood, and you?”

“My man will bring the luggage. You’re to go
with him. I’m taking Sarah home. I want her to meet my sister,
Isabelle.” He smiled charmingly. “Come, my dear.” He held out his
arm, and I placed my hand on his wrist. “I’ve a new toy to show
you. It’s a Spider Phaeton.”

I glanced at Millie. “I’ll see you at the
house.”

The corners of her mouth turned down. I knew
she was upset to be left with the bags, but she was my appointed
travel companion, and I suspected my mother was paying her a wage.
Edmund would never socialize with an employee, and, as we
approached his sleek new conveyance, which only seated two, it
would have been impossible to bring Millie along. I was caught up
in the excitement of being alone with Edmund and the thrill of the
city, which had fully recovered from the fire of 1871. The bustling
metropolis held gravity defying skyscrapers, all within reach of
the Mississippi and the Great Lakes. Immigrants and business
tycoons alike found the jobs and opportunities to be plentiful, and
they came in droves.

We arrived at an enormous redbrick structure
with a bright red roof, just as the household staff filed out to
greet us. I was taken aback slightly by the gesture, and, as Edmund
held my hand, he helped me down from the lightly sprung carriage. I
met the staff briefly, and then I was ushered into a marble
entryway filled with a curving staircase.

“There she is,” said a woman’s voice. She
glided towards me dressed in a Princess-line walking dress with a
matching hat. “I’ve heard so much about you.” She grasped my hands
and brushed my face with her lips in greeting.

“Meet my sister, Isabelle. Isabelle, this is
my fiancé, Sarah Collins.”

“I know who she is, silly.” She linked her
arm through mine. “Let’s have some tea. You must be exhausted.
Sleeping on a train can’t be restful.”

The warm greeting astounded me. Edmund’s
parents had been stiff and reserved. I’d even wondered if they
liked me at all. Isabelle was a delightful surprise, and from the
friendly gleam in her eye, I suspected we might even be
friends.

As she led me into the drawing room, she
said, “I’ve heard about your ordeal. Those horrible train robbers!
How exciting. You’ll have to tell me everything. I do love a great
adventure.”

That evening, before dinner, Millie made her
feelings known to me. “I know I shouldn’t complain…”

“Oh, go on,” I sighed. “I know you want to.”
I stuck another pin in my hair, hoping that this time, the wayward
curl would stay in place.

“A Spider Phaeton? Why not a hansom cab? Who
drives a respectable young woman through town like that?”

“Oh, Millie.”

“It’s hardly appropriate. And there I was in
a wagonette.” Distaste marred her features. “I’m just as important
as luggage.”

I wrapped my arms around her, as she sat
before a mirror. “Poorest dear. You’re so sore tonight.”

“Ay, that I am.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t complain. I know my place.
You’ve nothing to be sorry about.”

“You’ll always be special to me.”

She snorted in reply. “We’ll be late for
dinner, if we don’t hurry.”

I slid my gloves on. “I like Isabelle. She
has a marvelous sense of humor.”

“She’s a pretty woman.”

My brows lifted. “Is she now?”

“Her figure is ravishing.”

“It is.” I eyed Millie carefully.

“Those breasts might just put us to
shame.”

I snatched my fan from the dresser, hitting
her arm lightly. “Your observations are always so naughty.”

“I appreciate the female form. Think of me as
an art student admiring a sculpture.”

I somehow doubted that was how she viewed
women. “Go on.”

“Her face…she’s really lovely. That tiny nose
and those lips…hm…” Her gaze drifted towards the wall. “She’ll
never be as beautiful as you…but…she’s close.”

“You think like a man.”

“What?”

“When you look at women, you see them in a
sexual way, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “I see beauty, Sarah.”

“But you tingle in places, don’t you? You
think about them without clothes on. You imagine what their breasts
feel like and how wet they are—”

“Now that’s enough!” A pink shadow appeared
over her cheeks. “Let’s go down. We’re already late.”

I laughed, reaching for the doorknob.

There were four of us at dinner, because
Senator Lakewood and his wife were in Washington. We ate chicken
tartar with broccolini and pecan pie for dessert. The conversation
was light and fun and entirely unpretentious. Isabella, who had
gone to school in England and traveled extensively, was charming
and unique. Her opinions about Sitting Bull where shocking, as she
sympathized with his plight. Her views on women being able to vote
appealed to me, although Edmund disagreed passionately and
interrupted her frequently. She had been engaged to a banker, but
he had contracted consumption and died last year.

After dinner, Edmund kissed my cheek and bade
me a good night. He was going to his club downtown. We were leaving
for Omaha in the morning, and Millie and I would have the luxury of
bathing in gas-heated water. As we undressed in an upstairs
bathroom, I admired her figure, while she stood before a mirror,
staring at her face.

“Millie. You really should marry again.
You’re much too young to let that body go to waste.”

She lifted her hair over her head, securing
it with a clip. “No. I’m done with that.”

“Don’t you want someone to take care of you?
Don’t you want children?”

“Your family takes care of me. I take care of
you. Then one day, I’ll take care of your children.” She went to
the tub, touching the water. “This is marvelous. Hurry up and get
in.”

“You first.”

“No, my dear. You’re the lady of the house.
I’ll wait my turn.”