The Attic - Part V

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Part 2 is here.
Part 3 is here.
Part 4 is here.

Sophie and Alma came back to their room Saturday afternoon to freshen up before lunch, to find an envelope addressed to them slipped under their door. Alma opened it, and handed one of the copies inside to Sophie, who scanned it. 

The girls looked at each other with a grin. “Tomorrow?” Sophie asked.

Alma nodded in reply, “I think we’ve strung him along long enough.”

Sophie went over to their little desk and wrote a hasty note on some pretty stationery, put it in an envelope and put Stephen’s name on it. Alma went down to the kitchen to start fixing their lunch, while Sophie went off to deliver the note.

She came back and sat down as Alma put a tasty sandwich in front of her, then sat down with her own. The girls made small talk as they ate, not wanting to discuss the next day in case someone came in. When they were finished they washed up their dishes, and headed back to their room. They lay in their beds, and giggled and talked for a bit, then Alma got up to go to the library to get a book to read as Sophie drifted off to take a nap.

Alma was perusing a book when Stephen walked in. Alma started, and Stephen seemed equally surprised, and they exchanged shyly awkward glances.

“What are you reading?” Stephen asked quietly.

Alma held up a well-worn copy of ‘Jane Eyre’, “I’ve always wanted to read this, I love the old movie with Orson Welles and Joan Fontaine, so I thought I’d give the source material a shot.”

Stephen smiled, “Ah, that’s never been my kind of book.”

“What do you like to read?”

“Science Fiction and Adventurous stuff mostly. But I think I’d read about anything at the moment, just to NOT have to read anymore law books.”

“Oh, that’s right…I heard you were studying for the Bar exam. You have my sympathies.”

Stephen laughed, “Thanks. Well, I better get the book I need and get back to the grind,” he searched around for a few minutes and found what he was looking for, “See you tomorrow.”

Alma started and looked back at him. He gave her a wink and she blushed. She opted to stay in the library to read, and got lost in the book until there was a knock on the door, and Sophie walked in. 

“Hey babe, are you going to help me with dinner?”

Alma was startled, “Oh no! I didn’t realize it was so late. Sure, let’s go.”

As the girls worked on cooking dinner for the folks in the house, Alma told Sophie about her run-in with Stephen, “So, it looks like it’s a go tomorrow.”

Sophie nodded, “I figured that would be one invitation he couldn’t refuse.”

“It will probably be a nice break for him too. He’s always holed up in his room studying.”

“So see? We’re providing him a valuable service!” Miss Betty walked in as the girls were giggling.

“I swear, you two are always laughing about something lately,” she remarked. She gave each of them a quick hug, “But you’ve been doing such good work, and it’s nice to have some levity in the house. Now, what are we making for dinner tonight?”

“We’re doing roasted chickens with corn bread stuffing, grilled asparagus, salad, rolls, and apple pie pockets for dessert,” Alma answered.

Miss Betty put on her apron, “Sounds delicious! What do you need me to do?”

With the head housekeeper’s assistance, the three women soon had the kitchen full of wonderful smells. Sophie made them all some tea, and the three of them sat around the table and chatted until it was time to start setting the table, and putting the finishing touches on the food. 

Everyone trooped in at the dinner hour, and the mood was festive thanks to the good and hearty meal, and the bottles of wine that Stephen contributed to the meal from the family’s wine cellar. After dessert, they all sat back in their chairs.

“Sophie and I cooked, someone else gets to do dishes,” Alma stated. Her comment was met with groans, but eventually the Allenton’s volunteered, and suggested that maybe the younger staff could head into town. They hadn’t been out as group for a while, and decided to hit the local bar for some drinks. They invited Stephen to go with, but he begged off saying he had work to do.

After some good natured ribbing about how all work and no play makes Stephen a dull boy, he finally conceded that he could probably do with a night out, and the group of them piled into the estate truck for the short but cold ride into town. 

Stephen was huddled in the bed of the truck with four others, and thought to himself how appalled his mother would be if she knew he was hanging out with the staff and grinned. Good thing his mother wasn’t around.

Once they got to the bar, everyone grabbed some beers, and the three guys in the group went off to get a couple of buckets of beer, while the girls went over to the jukebox to put in some music, and the seven of them soon had the quiet bar hopping. The women were out on the small dance floor, putting on quite a show. Along with Alma and Sophie were Laura and Eve. Laura was married to Donald who had gone over to play the golf game, and Eve had hooked up over the winter with Tim, who was leaning against the bar with Stephen and Mark, the last member of their party.

As Alma and Sophie began to dance together a bit more suggestively, Mark leaned over to Stephen, “It’s such a shame,” he remarked.

“What’s that?” Stephen inquired.

“That you and I will never get any of that ass,” Mark answered wistfully.

Stephen took a swig of his beer to hide his little smile, “Oh, so they’re together?” he asked innocently.

“Yeah, ever since Alma came to work at the house. She and Sophie hit it off right away. Man, I’d give just about anything to be the meat in that sandwich.”

Stephen managed to keep a straight face as he nodded, “Yup, that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

Mark sighed, “Hey man, want to play some pool?”

Stephen grinned and held up $20.00, “You feelin’ lucky?”

Mark laughed ruefully, “Maybe I’ll be luckier at pool than I am with the ladies.”

About midnight, Donald – the group’s designated driver – rounded up the crew and they paid their tabs and headed back to the house. They were fairly raucous, laughing and singing in the back of the truck, but they quieted down as they approached the house, so as not to disturb the Allentons. Once inside, everyone headed their separate ways and went off to bed. 

The next morning, Sophie and Alma woke up about 9:00. They headed to the kitchen and found it empty. It looked as though maybe the alcohol had hit the others a little harder, so they opted to just make breakfast for themselves. Working together, they soon had a nice brunch of scrambled eggs, toast, fruit, and cereal.

“We’ll need a lot of energy for later,” Sophie joked.

After breakfast they went back to their room, and took turns in the shower, making sure to shave themselves nice and smooth. Both girls slathered on scented lotion, leaving their skin soft and shimmery.

Sophie worked some light coconut oil into Alma’s curls, separating them and twisting them around her finger to give them definition. Alma then returned the favor, wrapping Sophie’s hair around a thick barreled curling iron until her red hair fell down her back in a riot of bouncy ringlets. 

Each girl then took some time to do their makeup, putting it on with a light hand, but making sure to enhance their eyes, blush their cheeks, and lightly gloss their lips. Next, they picked out some pretty lingerie that they’d bought on their trip to the city. White lace for Alma, and navy blue with tiny white polka dots for Sophie. They slipped on some casual clothes, then checked the clock. It was time to head upstairs. 

They switched on the lights in the attic, and got a surprise. Their corner of the attic was brimming with two large bouquets of flowers, and on the bed were little gift bags for each of them, in which they found perfumes specially picked for both of them, pretty necklaces that they recognized as the work of a local artist, and boxes of chocolates.

They heard a noise behind them, and turned to find Stephen there, “I hope you don’t mind, I just wanted you both to know…”

Before he could finish, the girls had trooped over to him, and he got a kiss on each cheek, and the girls gathered him up in a big hug. Sophie turned his face towards her, and kissed his mouth, teasing his lips with her tongue, while Alma stood on tip toes, and nibbled on his earlobe. 

He was pleased that his gifts had been the ice breaker he’d hoped they’d be, and returned Sophie’s kiss enthusiastically. Not to be denied, Alma then tilted his head her direction, and he lost himself in a kiss with her, while Sophie stripped down to her underthings. 

Alma slipped her hands under Stephen’s shirt, and broke their kiss in order to ease it off of him. Then Sophie worked on undoing the button fly of his jeans, while Alma took off her clothes. Alma heard Stephen groan, and turned to see Sophie’s hand moving inside Stephen’s boxer briefs as she engaged him in yet another kiss. Alma lent a hand by pulling both his jeans and his underwear down, and he stepped out of them, and kicked them aside.

She knelt in front of him, and Sophie held his cock out for her. She licked up its length and swirled her tongue around the bulbous crown before sliding it into her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times to get it nice and slick with her saliva, then began to work it down her throat. She stilled as he bucked against her, then she felt his hand on the side of her head as he began to guide her gently. 

Stephen took his other hand, and slid it inside Sophie’s panties, stroking her clit, and exploring her sex with his fingers. She ground against his hand as they continued to kiss, getting wetter by the second.

Alma then turned her attention to Sophie, pulling down her panties while Stephen removed her bra. As she started working on her slit, she saw Stephen’s head dip down to take one of her pert tits in his mouth, and Sophie’s hand wrapped around his thick cock. She rubbed Sophie’s clit with her thumb, as she dipped her tongue into her pussy.

“Suck me, sweets…” Sophie gasped, and Alma surrounded her hard clit with her lips, and sucked hard on it as the flicked her tongue back and forth. As she came, Stephen muffled her cries with a deep kiss.

Sophie nudged Alma with her foot, and Alma went over to the bed, putting the gifts aside, and lay down on her back, letting her head hang over the edge. Sophie then straddled her, and Stephen was presented with Alma’s willing mouth, and Sophie’s eager pussy. 

He walked over, and first slid his cock between Alma’s lips, once again enjoying the wet warmth of her throat, as he kneaded Sophie’s ass. He drove his fingers into her pussy and plundered it, as he took Alma’s throat. After a few minutes, he switched, and Alma took a short breather as he buried his cock in Sophie’s cunt. He knew from what he’d observed in the past that she wasn’t shy about liking it rough, and he gathered her bright hair in his hand and gave it a sharp tug as fucked her. When he felt Alma’s tongue laving his balls as he drove his cock into her lover, it pulled a groan from his throat. 

Alma alternated between licking his balls and sucking on Sophie’s clit. Sophie returned the favor by sucking and nibbling on her slit. When Stephen slid his fingers under Sophie and began to stroke her, Alma went back to sucking and licking his sac.

“Oh yes, Stephen! Just like that…fuck me hard!”

He replied by digging his fingers into her ass, and pulling her cheeks apart so that he could thrust in even deeper. 

Sophie came first with her signature scream, which she muffled between Alma’s thighs. After a few more thrusts, Stephen pulled out and Alma eagerly took him back in her mouth, sucking Sophie’s juices off his thick pole. Sophie renewed her efforts on her girl’s pussy, and began to suck on Alma’s pearl with purpose, causing her to moan around his cock. 

Alma released his cock long enough to whisper, “God, Stephen you taste so good…come in my mouth, baby…shoot your load down my throat.”

Stephen was more than happy to comply, and as she opened wide, he slid back down her throat. She relaxed her jaw, and let him fuck her face until he came with a groan. Alma swallowed his cum down, and then Sophie took her past the point of no return by driving three slick digits into her cunt, and she came with a shudder, raking her nails down Stephen’s ass and thighs. 

Stephen pulled reluctantly out of her mouth, and she gasped for air and rode out her orgasm as Sophie continued to suck on her sensitive clit. He backed up, and collapsed in the chair by the bed as Sophie rolled off of Alma, and they lay on their backs side by side, breathing heavily. 

Sophie turned around, scooted over, and beckoned Stephen over, “Come join us, lover.”

Stephen crawled into the bed between them, and Sophie flipped the duvet over them to ward off the chill. She reached into her gift bag, and popped open the box of chocolates inside, and they all helped themselves to a couple.

“That was amazing,” Stephen murmured.

“That was just round one,” Sophie replied.

The girls snuggled up against him, and he put his muscular arms around their shoulders, “So what do you two temptresses have planned for round two?”

Alma laughed, “All I’m up for right now is a little nap. How about you, Sophie?” She peeked over Stephen when she didn’t get an answer, and found that Sophie had already drifted off, “Nap it is then.”

As the girls caught a few winks, Stephen watched them, wanting to memorize this moment. When he came back early from the winter holiday, he never thought that this was how things would end up, but he was hardly disappointed. Eventually, he too drifted off to sleep. 

After about half an hour he awoke to soft hands stroking his torso, exploring his chest, running lightly over his solid abdomen, and eventually moving down between his legs. He kept his eyes closed, relishing the feeling. His cock eventually betrayed him, growing hard as a result of their ministrations, and he felt Sophie duck under the covers and take his cock in her mouth, as Alma nibbled on his earlobe, and rolled his nipples between her fingers. 

He groaned, and Alma covered his mouth with hers, and he gathered her up into a lusty kiss. He cupped his hands around her luscious ass and urged her up so that he could toy with her breasts. He pressed them together, sucking and licking her nipples until she shuddered. 

“I need to taste you,” he murmured as he urged her up even further. She straddled his face, as Sophie did this amazing thing with her tongue causing him to buck. He grabbed Alma’s ass and pulled her down and started to devour her pussy. 

She leaned back and rested her hands on his thighs, letting out a little squeal as Stephen explored her folds, drawing patterns with his tongue, then roughly flicking it across her clit. Sophie knelt up and put her arms around Alma, cupping her breasts, kneading and pinching them until her nipples were painfully stiff. Sophie lowered herself onto Stephen’s cock and rode him slowly until he brought Alma to a crashing orgasm, sucking down every drop of her tangy juices.

“Now you fuck his cock, baby,” Sophie whispered as she stood, and Alma moved her body down until she was straddling Stephen’s hips. After running her pussy along his length a few times, she slowly eased his thick pole inside of her. Stephen groaned as he bumped her cervix, and he pulled her down on top of him, holding her still as he pumped his cock vigorously into her. 

Sophie got up and came around the bed, “That’s perfect, Stephen, hold her just like that. Get her all nice, juicy, and ready for my cock.”

A look of surprise crossed Stephen’s face and Sophie laughed as she took the harness and dildo out of the nightstand drawer, “This cock that is. This isn’t going to be a problem, is it?”

Alma gasped as Stephen seemed to get even harder, “No Ma’am, not a problem at all,” he replied with a grin. He watched in fascination as she put it on, sheathed it with a condom, and slicked it up with lube. He continued to watch as she got back on the bed, and knelt behind Alma.

“I promised Alma that I’d fuck her ass while you fucked her pussy, and she seemed to like the idea a lot at the time,” Sophie stroked a couple of fingers into Alma’s asshole, and Stephen felt the light friction they caused. She continued, “Do you still want that, my little slut? Do you want me in your ass?”

Alma let out a strangled, “Oh, yes please!”

“Hold still a minute, Stephen…let me get this going back here.”

Stephen did as requested, and Sophie maneuvered into position behind Alma, and slowly eased the head of the dildo into Alma’s tight rosebud. All three of them groaned as she slid in deeper…this dildo was a little smaller than the one she’d used before, but Alma was still stretched wide by the two of them, overwhelmed by the feeling of them both inside her.

She was trembling, and Stephen held her tight and made shushing sounds into her ear. Sophie moved back and forth gently a few times, and Stephen did the same, and soon they had slow and steady rhythm going. Alma relaxed, and Stephen let her go, and she worked her way up onto her hands. 

Sophie wrapped her arms around Alma’s waist and leaned in to ask, “How do you feel, love?”

Alma whispered back, “Oh Baby…this feels incredible!”

Stephen palmed Alma’s breasts as Sophie reached down and slowly stroked her clit. Their lover let out a sob, “Oh please, both of you, please…fuck me harder.”

They looked around her at each other and nodded. Stephen jacked his hips more forcefully, and Sophie landed a couple of good smacks on Alma’s ass as she thrust against her. 

“Yes!” Alma cried, “Oh God, yes!” She clenched tightly around Stephen’s cock, and he let out a moan.

After a few more minutes of this exquisite torture he panted, “Girls, I can’t…it’s too much.”

But he needn’t have worried, as Alma collapsed on top of him with a scream, and Sophie followed seconds later. He let out groan as Alma’s pussy milked his cock, and unleashed a volley of cum into its clutches. 

Sophie gently pulled out and knelt back, while Stephen held onto the still shaking Alma. She removed the harness and set it aside, and lay down. He eased Alma between them, and they held her close until she lulled into a doze. 

Sophie kissed her forehead, and Stephen buried his face into her fragrant hair. Sophie reached out her hand and took his, and they looked at each other over her sleeping form.

Sophie grinned, “So Stephen, did you have a good time?” 

“That was…incredible. Thank you both so much.”

“Ready for round three?”

He laughed, “Oh hell no, babe…not today. I’m wiped out.”

“Oh thank God!” she exclaimed with a giggle, “Not to mention I think baby girl here is down for the count.”

“We put her through quite a workout today.”

They paused and regarded each other for a moment, and then Sophie asked, “Would you like to do this again sometime?”

“If you’ll have me.”

She grinned at him wickedly, “Oh, we’ll have you all right. In a whole lot of different ways.”

And they did…but that’s another story for another time.

The Attic - Part IV

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Part 1 is here.
Part 2 is here.
Part 3 is here.

On the way home, Sophie and Alma came up with a couple more ideas, and made some extra stops in town before calling Mr. Allenton to pick them up. When they got back it was around lunchtime, so they grabbed a quick bite to eat, and then trooped upstairs to the attic to put everything together.

Stephen had missed seeing the girls around, so when he heard moving around upstairs, he went to the library to see if he could peek in. He was surprised to see a light on at the top of the stairs, along with a sign he couldn’t quite read. He wandered up, and found that the light was one of those battery operated ones that you could stick up anywhere, and the little sign that hung next to it said “Privacy Please”.

He grinned…so they were on to him!  He noticed two signs hanging behind the other, and gave them a quick glance. One said “Look, but don’t touch”, and the third said “Three’s not a crowd”.  Stephen let out a quiet “Yesss!” and snuck back downstairs to his study. But all attempts at hitting the books were constantly interrupted by the mental images of being able to watch those two lovely ladies go at it together, or even better, imagining them both on him.

Meanwhile, the girls were setting up their space to make it inviting for him to join them. They dragged a cozy wing chair and little side table close to the bed, and tied back the gauzy curtains on the one side. They tucked their new playthings into an old nightstand they found and put next to the bed, and put a few items on the side table that he might need, like a bottle of lube, and a box of tissues.  They got the sheets washed, and the bed made, and were finally satisfied that it was all ready to go.

It was business as usual until Tuesday morning when they got a call. After lunch they borrowed the truck and drove to town, picked up some paperwork, then stopped at the library to use the computer and printer there, and make a few copies.  With all of that in hand, they went giggling back to the room they shared in the servant’s wing, and put the finishing touches together, and brought it all up to the attic.

Wednesday morning at breakfast, the girls were all abuzz. Stephen could see it in their bright eyes and somewhat nervous glances in his direction. They did the best they could to stifle their giggles, but when someone told a funny story they let it all out in an uncontrollable spate of laughing. Miss Betty chided them for acting so silly, and they settled down a bit. Still, as they did their morning chores, if one let out a little snort of laughter, the other would soon join in.

After lunch, Sophie looked over at Alma, “Ready?”

Alma bit her lip and smiled, “Let’s do this.”

On their way up to the attic, they passed by Stephen’s suite, rapped quickly on the door, and scurried down the hall. He peeked out, only to see the door at the end of the hall closing. He waited a few minutes until he heard them overhead, and then went to the library and the hidden passage.

The light at the top of the stairs was on, and the sign labeled “Look, but don’t touch” was hanging next to it. He opened the door, and found the girls kneeling on the bed in their bras and panties.

“Come on in, and have a seat,” Sophie invited.

He sat down, and noticed a file folder next to her on the bed.

“Welcome to our little bower. But before we get started, there’s a little business to attend to,” she handed him the folder, “just some ground rules that we’d like you to read and sign, and copies of blood tests that we both took, you know, just to make sure everything was on the up and up.”

Stephen read through the short list of items mainly asking for his discretion, ensuring theirs, stating the limits of what they would and wouldn’t do, and asking he take a blood test as well, “These all sound very fair.”

“Great! If you could sign all three copies, and give two of them back to us, and you can keep the rest.”

The soon to be lawyer in him admired their thoroughness, and did as they asked. Alma got up and tucked the two papers over with their clothes, then crawled back up on the bed with Sophie and snuggled against her. Sophie put her arm around Alma, and rubbed her arm gently.

“So, as the sign said, today you only get to watch. Once you get your blood test results back, then we’ll see about inviting you to join us,” with that Sophie turned to Alma, and gave her a tender kiss. The girls knelt up and faced each other and Stephen watched them, totally enraptured.

They started out slowly, stroking each other as they began to kiss, but soon their kisses became more passionate, and their touches became more demanding. Sophie put her hand down Alma’s panties, and Alma groaned as slender fingers stroked her clit. She reached up, and undid the front clasp of Sophie’s bra, and dipping her head took one of her lover’s rosy-tipped nipples into her mouth while she pinched the other.

Soon, what little clothing they had on was discarded, and Sophie pushed Alma back onto the bed. Stephen watched as she secured Alma’s wrists using the restraints they had bought, and the bound girl lifted her hips to let Sophie slip a pillow beneath them, before binding her ankles.

Alma lay spread-eagled on the bed, completely at Sophie’s mercy while Sophie put a blindfold on her. Then Sophie began to tease her mercilessly. She kissed Alma, then worked her mouth down, nibbling on an ear, then nipping at the girl’s neck.

She took first one, and then the other, of Alma’s large brown nipples into her mouth, sucking them roughly until Alma cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, and writhed against her restraints. As Sophie sucked her nipples, she ran her hand down Alma’s torso, and Stephen could see the little flutter of muscles under Alma’s dark skin at her lover’s touch.

Sophie inserted two fingers into Alma’s dripping pussy, all the while continuing to suck on her nipples. He could see the slick juices on Sophie’s fingers, and subconsciously licked his lips. His cock was straining against his jeans, and he finally stood and undid them, and pulled down his boxer briefs before sitting back down.

Sophie lifted her head, and unabashedly looked him over, “Oh…you are so yummy,” she crooned, “I can’t wait to feel that big cock of yours inside me. I’ve wanted it for a long time now,” she pulled her fingers out of Alma’s pussy, and held them out to Stephen, “She’s so delicious…would you like a taste?”

Stephen leaned over, and took Sophie’s slick fingers in his mouth, and groaned as he sucked on them. Alma’s juices were indeed very delicious, and his mouth watered at the thought of burying his head between her thighs for more.

Instead, it was Sophie that licked her way down Alma’s body. He leaned over for a better view, and saw Sophie’s tongue running up and down Alma’s dripping slit, sucking on the labia, lapping up her wetness, and circling her clit with her tongue.

Alma could do nothing more than vainly try to urge Sophie to go harder, to take her clit and suck on it, and let him come. “Please, Sophie,” she begged, “please…”

“Please what, Sweets?”

“Oh, please suck my clit, Baby…I need you to so bad.”

“I will, but first you need to do something for me,” Sophie maneuvered her body so that she was kneeling over Alma’s mouth. Alma immediately began flicking her tongue against Sophie’s clit, and Sophie rode the girl’s face while she caressed and pinched her own nipples, and sometimes reached down to do the same to Alma’s, or go even further to stroke the captive girl’s puffy nether lips.

After a few minutes of Alma’s expert tonguing, Sophie came with a cry, and crawled down until her head was between Alma’s thighs, and she began working on the girl’s clit in earnest. Seeing them in this 69 position reminded Stephen of a yin and yang, light and dark, dominant and submissive, and finally gave into temptation and grabbed the bottle of lube from the table beside him.

He poured a little into his palm, and began to stroke his cock. He heard Alma let out a muffled scream, and then watched her body shudder with her orgasm. Sophie came up for air licking Alma’s juices off her lips, looked over at Stephen and smiled, “That’s it, Stephen…stroke that cock for me…”

She got up, and walked over to the nightstand. She opened the drawer and took out a blue double headed dildo, and got back on the bed. She rubbed it up and down Alma’s pussy lips to get it nice and slippery, then slowly began to insert half of it into the girl’s clutching hole. She removed her girl’s blind fold so they could watch their watcher as they fucked each other, then positioned herself so their legs were scissored together.

Sophie grabbed the dildo, and worked it in and out of Alma’s pussy a few times before lining it up with her own. Both girls groaned as she slid it inside herself.  When both ends were fully seated, Sophie ground against Alma, who let out a contented sigh.

She continued to move her mound against her lover’s, and would pause on occasion to work the dildo in and out of her pussy.  All the while, the two girls watched Stephen as he worked his cock with his hand.

“Isn’t he beautiful, Alma?”

“Yes, he is…”

“And in a couple of days, we’ll get to play with him. Do you want to suck his cock?”

Alma smiled, “Oh…so very much.”

Sophie reached down, and slapped Alma’s clit, “I knew you would. You know how I knew? Because you’re my horny little slut, aren’t you?”

Alma strained against her bindings, “Yes, Ma’am, I am.”

Sophie began to grind harder against Alma, causing both women to gasp. She reached down to stroke Alma’s clit, and then her own, as she worked the dildo between them.

“Do you want to watch him come, Sweetheart?”

“I do!”

“So do I, I want to see that fat cock spurt all over his chest,” she looked at Stephen as she worked herself and her lover to climax, “Come with us, Stephen…come on, Baby.”

Stephen worked his fist faster and harder along his cock, his other hand busy caressing his balls. He let out a strangled, “Oh God…”, and then was shooting his load as the two women both came with a shriek.

When the three of them had caught their breath, Sophie looked over at Stephen, “Time for you to go, Babe. This is one on one time for us, OK?” He nodded silently, and after using some of the tissues to clean up, and pulled up his pants and made his way to the passage.

After he left, Sophie quickly released Alma from her bonds and took her into her arms, “Are you OK, love? Did you enjoy yourself?”

Alma snuggled against her and laughed, “I’m just fine, and oh my god, are you kidding? That was so hot!”

Sophie kissed her, “I think that dildo was definitely one of our better purchases. I’d like to give it another go, but I think it’s time for a nap first.”

Alma pulled the comforter up over the two of them, “Agreed. So…you think Stephen’s off to see his doctor about that test?”

As if in reply, they heard his car take off down the drive, and after a fit of giggles, they fell off to sleep.

The Attic - Part III

Haven't read the rest yet? 
Part 1 is here.

And Part 2 is here.

Stephen had indeed been found out. Sophie had caught a glimpse of him as he’d come through the hidden door. When she told Alma after he’d left, the other girl was horrified at first but the more the girls talked about it – and the possibilities that came with it - they couldn’t stop giggling.

“Let’s go see where he came from,” Sophie whispered. The girls got dressed, and they made their way over to the opposite side of the attic. 

“Damn, it sure is dark over here,” Sophie muttered, “but you can see where the dust has been disturbed.”

Alma ran her fingers over the wall, “Oh wow…check this out, Sophie. I can make out the outline of the door, but just barely. I wonder if there’s any way to open it from this side.”

The girls felt around for a bit, then gave up and went down to the kitchen for a big flashlight. They trooped back upstairs and got a closer look, but couldn’t find any way to open the camouflaged door. Finally Alma just pushed on it, and it popped out slightly.

“Oh there we go…the latch is spring loaded!” she grasped the small edge with her fingers and managed to pull the door open. She shone the flashlight into the darkness and let out a gasp. Sophie peered over her shoulder, and did the same. Ahead of them was a corridor, and to their right was the staircase leading down.

“I’d always heard there was a secret passage in the house,” Sophie told Alma, “from what I’ve read of the history of this place, it was part of the Underground Railroad. I bet this stair goes all the way down to the cellar and that the far wall of the attic is a false wall and there’s some sort of room at the end of this corridor where they’d hide the runaway slaves. Do you want to go see?”

Alma nodded, and the girls carefully picked their way down the corridor; just as Sophie had suspected, it led to a small room with a few very old and dusty beds, a wash stand, and an old wood stove. The girls looked around in amazement. They didn’t enter - somehow it just didn’t seem right – and after looking around for a few minutes, went back the way they came. 

They then headed down the stairwell to see where it went. Alma noticed the “X” on the one stair, and the girls avoided it, worried that it had a loose tread or something. They came to the landing at the half way point, and easily found the latch that opened the door there, and peered into the dark library.

“So this is where the cheeky monkey came from,” Sophie laughed.

Alma nodded, “It makes sense. The library is pretty much at the center of the house. And Stephen’s rooms are just below where the bed is. He must have heard us, and went up this way to investigate. So, do you want to keep going down?”

Sophie made a face, “No…the cellar is really creepy, and this time of year it’s freezing down there. Let’s go out here, and find out how to get into the passage from the library side.”

Coming out from the passage, finding the switch inlaid in the wood was easy, as they just traced it from the latch. Both girls made note of exactly where it was, then closed the door behind them. They made their way through the library, opened the door, and peered out into the hallway. It was quiet, so they put on a casual air and went back to the kitchen to return the flashlight and help Miss Betty with dinner.

While Alma helped with the cooking and Sophie set the table, they asked Miss Betty if they could double up their work the next day which was Friday, then take Saturday off. They explained that they wanted to get the early train Saturday to go do some shopping in the city, stay overnight, and then come home on the mid-morning train Sunday.

Miss Betty beamed, “That sounds like a wonderful idea! The Mister can give you a ride to the station, and then pick you up on Sunday, that way you won’t have to drive.”

All during dinner the girls kept looking at each other and tried to keep from smiling, especially when Stephen ended up joining them for the meal. Alma had never really gotten a good look at him, but liked what she saw. 

He was tall and well built, with closely cropped blond hair, icy blue eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a charmingly crooked nose from when he’d broken it a couple of times playing football in high school and college. He also had a shy smile and an engaging manner which was a contrast to his slightly imposing appearance. She caught his eye a couple of times during the meal, and was amused by the look of wonder that crossed his face each time.

After the meal was over, the girls made their arrangements, including getting a nice hotel room for Saturday night, and got their things packed. They had more than a few paychecks stashed in their respective accounts, and looked forward to day of shopping and splurging on a fancy dinner out. After a flurry of work on Friday, they were up early on Saturday morning for the ride into town.

Mr. Allenton dropped them off and they purchased some donuts and coffee from the local bakery, and made their way to the train station. They picked up their tickets, and shivered out on the platform waiting for the train. When it arrived they hurried on and walked through it until they found a couple of seats together. They stashed their bags in the overhead, and settled into their seats. They handed their tickets to the conductor when he came by and soon dropped off for a nap, lulled by the motion of the train.

Alma woke up a couple of stations before their arrival. Unlike Sophie who had been born and raised in the town they’d just left, she was from the city and was excited to be returning for a visit. It was always so pretty in the winter, all decorated for the holidays, and she couldn’t wait to show her girlfriend the sights. She reached over, and took Sophie’s hand and held it gently as she planned their route to maximize their time on their short trip.

She gave Sophie a nudge when they were about 15 minutes out, and they gathered their things. When the train stopped at the underground platform, they got off, and took the escalator up. Alma smiled as Sophie let out a little gasp. It wasn’t the first time she’d been to the city, but she’d never been during the winter, and was overcome by how beautiful the huge concourse of the station was all done up for the holiday.

The girls stashed their things in a locker as it was too early to check in at their nearby hotel, so Alma took Sophie to a nice restaurant that she knew of for lunch. There were some cute boutiques nearby, and both girls passed the time trying things on, and each ended up with a few new outfits. As soon as it was 2:00, they went back to the train station and got their bags, then checked in at the hotel and went up to their room to drop off their things. Sophie peered out the window, and took in the view, “So how long will it take to get to the shop?”

Alma looked up from putting on her lipstick, “If we walk, probably about half an hour. But we could get the subway or take a cab if you’d rather.”

“No, let’s walk. Everything is decorated so pretty. Are you ready?”

“I sure am, let’s go!”

The girls made their way through the midday crowds, holding hands as they walked, garnering some appreciative looks from the city’s male population. They chatted and laughed as they went, stopping on the way for some cocoa and cookies, or checking out a little shop that caught their eye, just taking their time and enjoying themselves. As nice as the manor house and nearby town was, it was fun to get away even if it was for just a day. 

When they reached the shop they’d found on the internet, they both found themselves quieting down. Neither of them had ever been to store that specialized in sex toys before, and even outgoing Sophie found herself blushing a bit. But she finally opened the door, and the girls went inside. 

They’d looked for shops that were women friendly, and the inviting interior put them right at ease. As they picked up a shopping basket, the saleslady looked up at them with a smile and a nod, but didn’t intrude giving the girls some time to look around and take things in. 

“So what all do you think we should get?” Alma asked.

Sophie laughed, “One of everything!” The girls burst out in giggles, and began to wander through the store. In actuality they’d put a list of the toys that they wanted to get, and began to look for those items. 

Into the basket went a couple of vibrators, some fuzzy handcuffs, plenty of lube, anal beads, a couple of butt plugs, a strap-on harness with dildos in different thicknesses, and a set of restraints that worked by going under the mattress. Not on the list but into the basket went a double headed dildo, some honey dust, a flogger, some adjustable nipple clamps, a feather wand, and some candles. 

They brought their bounty up to the register, and the saleslady gave them a warm grin, “Looks like you two are stocking up for the winter.”

The girls blushed, “Well, you can never be too prepared,” Sophie replied.

As the saleslady rang them up, she made a few gentle suggestions and recommendations to the girls, and a few things were swapped out for items that might suit them a little better. All in all, it was a very comfortable and fun experience, and the girls left with everything discreetly wrapped and put into plain paper shopping bags. 

They caught a taxi back to their hotel, and couldn’t resist ripping into everything as soon as the door shut behind them. Sophie took out the harness and fit a big fat dildo into it. She put it on over her jeans and gave a few experimental thrusts while Alma looked on amusedly.

“Oh, baby…I can’t wait to try this out on you,” she walked up to Alma, and put her hands on the girl’s hips, trapping the dildo between them, “Imagine me fucking you with this, while Stephen fucks me from behind. Or maybe we can both fuck you at the same time.”

Alma bit her lip as Sophie’s dirty talk worked on her. Sophie leaned in and whispered, “I’d love to fuck your ass with this while he fucks your pussy. Or maybe I can peg him while he fucks you. Oh, oh, you know what would be really hot? To fuck his ass while you suck his cock.”

Sophie looked at Alma, and noticed her expression had gotten grumpy, “What’s wrong?”

“How come YOU get to do all the fucking?”

Sophie laughed and gave her a kiss, “Because I’m the boss in this little relationship of ours, baby girl. But maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you do a little too.” She repositioned the toy so that it went between her girlfriend’s legs, rubbing along the seam of her tight jeans. 

The friction caused Alma to gasp, and grind against her. Sophie pushed her up against the wall, and undid the button and zipper of Alma’s jeans, and slid her hand inside her panties, stroking her clit as she continued to stroke the dildo between her legs, until Alma came with a little cry.

Sophie removed her hand and sucked the juices from her fingers, before planting a lusty kiss on Alma’s pillowy lips, sliding her tongue into the other girl’s mouth. Alma held her tightly as they kissed, and let out a little whimper when Sophie pulled away.

She unstrapped the toy, set it aside, and turned to her girlfriend, “So, I guess it’s time to get ready for dinner?” she asked matter of factly.

Alma nodded, and shakily headed into the bathroom to freshen up. When she was done, Sophie went in to do the same. Once they were all dressed up, makeup done and hair perfect, they grabbed their coats and went down to the lobby where the doorman got them a cab.

They got to the restaurant about an hour early, and perched at the bar to have a few drinks. They had fun flirting with the bartenders and nibbling on an appetizer, and just taking in the hustle and bustle of the place. What Alma hadn’t told Sophie was that this restaurant was also known for its burlesque show after dinner, so after they were seated at their table, they stuffed themselves silly on a decadent meal then settled back with another couple of drinks to watch the equally decadent show. 

Once the entertainment was over and they’d paid their check, the girls headed back to the hotel. They behaved themselves during the cab ride back and while in the lobby, but once the doors of the elevator shut, they were all over each other. Sophie had Alma’s dress up her hips, and was grabbing her ass as they kissed each other hungrily, as Alma groped Sophie’s breasts through her dress.

As the elevator’s ding announced their arrival to their floor, they broke apart and straightened themselves up a bit. They practically ran to their room, and after taking a moment to put out the “Do not disturb” sign, locked the door and got back to business. The girls quickly stripped, and Sophie tackled Alma onto the bed. 

In a tangle of limbs they kissed, hands everywhere, and taking a cue from their earlier conversation, Sophie let Alma take charge. Alma pushed the fiery redhead over onto her back, and eagerly sucked first one nipple, than the other, all the while delving her hand into Sophie’s wet folds and stroking her. Sophie was incredibly turned on by her lover’s enthusiasm, and soon Alma worked her way down between her legs, sucking hard on her clit while fucking her pussy with first two fingers and then three.

Sophie came with a cry, but Alma didn’t let up, and held Sophie down and sucked her to another crashing orgasm before giving in to Sophie’s begging and letting up. Sophie lay there in shock for a moment, then reached over to the nightstand for the harness that she’d left there earlier. She stood and strapped it on, gasping as the base of the dildo bumped against her tender sex.

Alma watched carefully, and when Sophie was finished she beckoned her over. Alma sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed Sophie’s ass, and began to suck on the dildo, working it with her mouth and knowing that her movements were slowly building back up Sophie’s arousal. 

Before she could come again, Sophie pulled out of Alma’s mouth, and knelt before her. She ran her hands up Alma’s thighs, reveling in the silkiness of her skin, and teased her girl by running her fingers and tongue around everywhere but her clit, until Alma was thrashing about trying to make contact. 

Sophie stood and looked at Alma who was panting with need on the bed. “Get up,” she commanded.

Alma stood, and Sophie walked over to the desk, and pulled out the chair, turning it 180 degrees. She walked back over to Alma and grabbed her arm, leading her over to the chair, “I let you do some fucking just as you asked to, and now it’s my turn. Kneel on the chair.”

Alma did as she was told, and Sophie walked over and opened the curtains. Then she knelt behind Alma, and spread the girl’s ass cheeks. She buried her face into her pussy, and ran her tongue along her lover’s dripping slit while rimming her asshole with her thumb. Alma let out a thin cry, and Sophie finally took the girl’s swollen clit into her mouth and sucked it hard. The cry turned to a shout and Sophie sucked and flicked her tongue across the little nub, while Alma squirmed above her. 

Sophie stood and took out a bottle of the lube and the smaller plug from their purchases, and drizzled the cool liquid onto the toy. She slowly and gently worked the plug into Alma’s ass, and worked it in and out slowly until Alma let out a guttural moan.

Sophie leaned over and whispered, “You like that, baby? You like having this up your ass while the whole city watches?”

“I do!”

“Well, that’s good…because after I fuck your pussy raw, I’m going to take it out and fuck your ass, too.”

Alma mewled with desire, and Sophie worked the thick dildo into her tight pussy. She started to thrust into the girl slowly, but soon ratcheted up the pace. Alma was moaning, and Sophie knew from the sound that her girlfriend was right on the brink, so she reached around and stroked her clit in time with her thrusts. 

“Come for me baby girl,” Sophie told her, “come all over my fat cock so I can fuck your ass with it.”

Alma came with a scream, and Sophie continued to thrust into her. She removed her fingers from Alma’s clit and gripped the base of the plug, and worked that in and out of her ass. As she pulled the plug out, she’d thrust the dildo in, then as she pulled the dildo out, she’d thrust the plug in.

The sensations drove Alma to another climax. “You like this, my little slut?” Sophie asked, “You like having both your holes drilled? Because that’s what I’m going to let Stephen do to you. I’m going to let him fuck your pussy while I fuck your ass, and it’s going to feel just like this.”

Alma didn’t respond, she just moaned.

Sophie pulled out, and slid a condom over the dildo, then grabbing the lube she slicked it up. She removed the plug and drizzled some onto Alma’s ass. She worked the lube in with a couple of fingers until Alma was good and relaxed, then she put the head of the dildo against that little rosebud and worked it in carefully, with excruciating slowness.

Alma let out a squeal, and Sophie stilled, “Are you OK, baby?”

“Oh God, Sophie, yes! Please fuck me!” Alma cried.

Sophie smiled and leaned over, nipping and kissing at the back of Alma’s neck, “As you wish.”

With that, Sophie picked up the pace, but still slow enough not to hurt her lover. Eventually Alma began to thrust back against her, and she took this as a sign to go quicker, and soon they were bucking wildly against each other. The base of the dildo worked on Sophie’s clit, and she soon came with a scream. Then she reached around and pinched and teased Alma’s clit until she did the same.

Sophie pulled out the dildo, and Alma collapsed a little as if deflated. She closed the curtains, and helped Alma stand up, then led her over to the bed. She went to the bathroom and took off the harness, and gave the dildo a good cleaning. She then wet a washcloth in warm water, and went back to the bed.

She murmured sweet words to Alma as she cleaned her up a bit, then went back in the bathroom to do the same for herself. Suddenly very tired, she crawled into bed and gathered up Alma in her arms. The girls kissed slowly and languorously for a while, hugging and nuzzling each other until they fell asleep.

The next morning they snuggled for a bit before they got up and packed up their things, showered, and got ready to leave. They used the automated checkout, and walked over to the train station. It was about an hour before they had to leave, so they stopped at the coffee shop for some pastries and coffee. As they ate they talked about and giggled over their adventures, and the ones yet to come.

They were all smiles as their train arrived, and once they got on and found some seats they settled down for the ride back to town.  

The Attic - Part II

Haven't read Part 1 yet? You can find it here.

It was late in the evening when Stephen Hayward unlocked the front door and stepped inside the warm entryway, dropping his luggage and shaking the snow off his coat and shoes. He hated having to leave the family holiday early, but he had the Bar exam to prepare for, and knew if he didn’t pass the first time that his father would be sorely disappointed in him.

After dropping his bags off in his bedroom he headed to the kitchen to make a sandwich, and found a note from Mrs. Allenton on the counter saying that she already had one prepared for him in the refrigerator. He’d called to let her know he was on the way, and she’d obviously done what she could to make his arrival pleasant.

He grabbed the sandwich and poured himself a glass of milk, then headed back up to his suite. The small room adjoining his bedroom had been converted from a sitting room into a cozy office. He put his snack down on the desk, and rummaged around for his laptop. He caught up on emails while he ate, and then unpacked his bags. After a nice hot shower he glanced at the clock and figured it was too late to get much of anything done, so he opted to head to bed, and get an early start in the morning.

The next morning, Stephen went down to the kitchen and ran into Mrs. Allenton who was cleaning up after the staff breakfast.

“Stephen!” she exclaimed, and came around to give the young man a hug. He returned the hug fondly. “Miss Betty” - as she was known to the staff and the Hayward children - had worked for the family for decades, and he’d gotten to think of her as a grandmother figure.

“Come come…let me cook you up some breakfast,” she sat him down, and he knew it was useless to protest. Not to mention her cooking was top notch, and he’d be crazy to turn down a hot breakfast. Once it was ready, she served it to him at the kitchen table, and she had him catch her up on what everyone was up to. As they chatted, she mentioned that if he needed anything, to let her or the other staff know.

“Really, Miss Betty, I’m good with just getting my meals with everyone else, and helping clean up where need be. I don’t want to be a bother to anyone, and don’t expect any special treatment. Honestly, I’ll probably just spend most of my time in my office.”

She smiled at him fondly. As the baby of the family, he was always the sweetest and most humble of the six Hayward children. She patted his hand, “Of course, dear…whatever you choose. We do breakfast together at six o’clock except for Sundays because the staff likes to sleep in. Everyone is on their own for lunch, and then we have dinner at seven if you’d like to join us. There are only six others here besides the Mr. and myself, so the house should be nice and quiet for you.”

Stephen finished up his breakfast, and wiped his mouth, “That sounds great, Miss Betty, thank you for breakfast! It was delicious as usual.” He stood and gave her a fond kiss on the cheek, and took his plates over to the sink.

She shooed him away, “I’ll take care of those, Stephen… you just go study.”

So for the rest of the morning, he did just that. And after grabbing a quick bite at lunch from the empty kitchen, he planned on doing the same that afternoon.

Stephen was deep into his studies when he heard a loud *thump* over his head, followed by some tinkles of laughter that traveled down the air vents. He glanced up curiously, but since the house was sadly devoid of ghosts he figured it must just be some of the staff up in the attic cleaning, or maybe messing around. Lord knew there was enough junk up there to go through.

But when the giggles turned into gasps, moans, and squeals, his curiosity was piqued. He went downstairs to the library, rummaged in the desk drawer for the flashlight he kept there, and walked over to the shelves on the far wall. He pressed in a piece of the inlay and heard the familiar snick of the hidden latch releasing. He tugged on the shelves, and a small portion swung free revealing a hidden landing with one set of stairs heading down into the cellar, and the other stair up into the attic.

He had discovered the hidden staircase when he got in trouble for playing a nasty prank on his cousin Phoebe during a family reunion when he was 12. He’d been banished to library by his mother, and decided it would be the perfect time to hunt for the secret passageway he’d been told existed, but had never found.

He had begun to deduce its location first by knocking on the walls between the bookshelves, and listening for where it sounded hollow. From there, he’d removed shelves of books looking for a switch, but couldn’t find anything. It was purely by chance that as he was up on one of the ladders he momentarily lost his balance and grabbed for the side of the shelves. His hand had hit the inlay piece, and the hidden door popped open.

It was through this doorway that Stephen now headed, and he flicked on the flashlight as he pulled the door closed behind him. He trained the light on the stairs and headed up; skipping the stair he’d marked years ago with an “X” as it had a terrible squeak.

He got to the top of the stairs, and slowly opened the door at the top, hoping the hinges wouldn’t give him away, but was relieved when they worked silently. He closed it gently behind him, and turned to behold one of the loveliest sights he’d ever seen.

The bed was decorated as if out of a fairy tale, but it was the two naked sirens that occupied it that gave it its true beauty. He couldn’t get the clearest view through the filmy drapes that surrounded the bed, but he knew that the reclining red head with the milk white skin was Sophie, and the other girl kneeling between her legs with the dark curly hair and flawless café au lait colored skin was Alma. The two girls had been friendly ever since Alma had been hired the year before; he simply hadn’t realized just how friendly they were.

Alma had one of Sophie’s nipples in her mouth, and was sucking it lightly. She released it with a *pop*, and flicked her tongue over the delicate pink nub, while her fingers snaked up to tweak the other. Slowly Alma kissed her way down Sophie’s taut torso, and then drove her face with gusto between her lover’s legs.

Sophie let out a cry, and twined one hand through Alma’s curls, as she squeezed one of her breasts with the other. Stephen had a tantalizing view of Alma’s ample ass and wet pussy, and he shifted on his feet as his cock began to strain against his pants.

Sophie made a mewling noise that only Alma could recognize, as the other girl promptly shifted around so that they were in a 69 position. Sophie wrapped her arms around Alma’s waist, and pulled the girl’s pussy down to her mouth. They had shifted so that Stephen couldn’t really see any action in detail, but the sounds the girls were making, and the smell of their sex that wafted over to him was enough to make him uncomfortably hard.

He recalled how Sophie in particular sounded a certain way when she came. He knew, because this wasn’t the first time he’d been privy to watching her in action.

A couple of years prior, he’d headed down to the pool for a late night swim. As he approached the cabana, he noticed the light was on, and heard the unmistakable sound of two people fucking. He’d gone to the side of the building and peered through the window to see Sophie up against the wall, her arms and legs wrapped around Rob, who was one of the gardeners.

Stephen heard the squelching noises as Rob drove his hardness into her pink pussy. If not for the ecstatic look on her face, you’d almost think from her cries that he was hurting her. As she came, she bit into Rob’s shoulder to stifle her little screams, and shuddered violently against him. She then urged him to let her down, and when he did she dropped to her knees and greedily took his thick cock in her mouth, looking up into his eyes as he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth.

Then to his surprise, Sophie’s eyes shifted in his direction, and she winked. She cocked a finger in his direction, urging him to join them. He shook his head slightly in reply…but he didn’t leave, either.

Rob finally came with a groan, and Stephen watched as Sophie swallowed his entire load, then sat back on her heels and licked her lips like a satisfied kitten. At that point Stephen had crept off back to his room where he could jack off in peace.

He was brought back to the present when Sophie let out her signature scream. He didn’t know what Alma was doing to her, but he noticed her renew her efforts between Alma’s legs until she let out a cry of her own. The two girls held onto each tightly, riding out their orgasms, the bed shaking but making very little noise as it was built so incredibly sturdy.

Stephen realized at that point that his chances of getting caught were increasing with every second, so he quietly beat a retreat. Once he was back in his room, he undressed and got in the shower. He put some conditioner into his hand, and as the warm water cascaded over him, he slowly began to get himself off. As he stroked his cock with one hand, he fondled his ball sac with the other, fantasizing that one of the girls was sucking his cock as the other one tongued his balls.

It wasn’t long before he came with a groan, watching his cum paint the shower wall. He rinsed it off, and then stood a few minutes under the stream before getting out, drying off, and putting his clothes back on. It was a pleasant break, but he knew he really did need to get back to studying.

That night at dinner he joined the staff around the table. He noticed Sophie and Alma exchanging glances, and then Alma looked over at him with her gorgeous pale green eyes, and suppressed a smile.

Had he been caught again? Part of him was embarrassed, but another part held out some hope that he had, and that maybe next time he’d be asked to join them…

The Attic - Part I

It was the dead of winter, and the Hayward family had gone to warmer climes leaving the manor house in the capable hands of the caretakers, Mr. and Mrs. Allenton. They in turn had handpicked which of the servants would be staying at the house during the slow season. Sophie and Alma were two of the staff that was chosen.

They were darling girls…young, hard working, and cheerful. Off season was considered a bit of a bonus, as they had the huge house to themselves, had lots of time to kill due to reduced workload, but were still getting full pay. Once the day’s work was complete – usually before lunch – the staff was left to their own devices.

One afternoon the two girls were in the library, poring through the books. Sophie flopped into one of the chairs, “I’m bored.”

Alma sighed, “I am too…I’ve done more reading the past two weeks than I have in my whole life. I’m not used to having all this free time.”

Sophie looked over at her friend, “Have you ever been up in the attic?”

Alma perked up, “No, I haven’t! I bet there’s all kinds of interesting things up there…do you want to go explore?”

The two girls ran up the stairs to the third level and down the long hallway to the end of the east wing, where the door to the attic was located. It opened with a creak and Alma felt around for a light switch.

“Ah, here it is,” she muttered, and flicked it on. Another switch at the top of the stairs illuminated a bright string of lights that stretched the length of the attic. The girls gasped at the wealth of boxes, trunks, old furniture, and other detritus from generations of Haywards.

Alma laughed, “This is amazing! Where would we even begin?”

Sophie pointed at a rack full of old dresses, “Look at those beautiful gowns! Let’s start there.”

They wove their way through the maze of stuff, and when they got to the rack, they fingered the lush materials. “I can’t believe they just leave these up here to rot,” Alma said in amazement.

Sophie let out a little snort, “I can. These rich people think nothing of letting things go to waste. I mean…just look at all these things – beautiful things – discarded up here like they were garbage.”

Alma looked a bit hurt, “Aww…don’t talk that way, Soph…the Haywards have been so good to us.”

Sophie sighed, “You're right, Sweets,” she knelt in front of a trunk, and popped the lid up, “Alma, look at this!”

She peeked over and let out a little squeal, “Look at all that jewelry! Oh…it just sparkles!”

For the next hour or so they played dress-up like two little girls, twirling around in the fancy dresses, and accessorizing with the costume jewelry they’d found in the small trunk. As Sophie shoved some of the dresses aside, something on the other side of the rack piqued her interest. Tucked back in a corner of the attic was a huge bedstead; the kind that was so far off the ground that there were little sets of stairs on either side to get into it. It was made of heavy dark wood, with a huge canopy over it.

“Alma! Come see!” Sophie bounded through the dresses over to the bed. Her friend followed, and they gawped at huge piece of furniture.

Alma giggled, “Oh my goodness!”

Sophie put her arm around her friend’s waist and murmured, “Imagine the fun we could have on that…”

Alma went up and bounced on it, only to come away coughing, “It’s all dusty though…we’d need to find clean bedding.”

Sophie nodded, “Let’s look through some of these trunks over by it. Maybe there are some usable linens in them.”

The girls began to rummage through the piles of trunks and boxes, and found lots of things…sheets, a big feather stuffed duvet, a number of silk scarves and sheer drapes, and lots of pretty throw pillows. With all of this they planned on making a little haven for themselves.

They bundled up the bedding and brought it down to the laundry. They washed and dried the sheets, and took the duvet outside to air out in the chilly air. Once everything was clean and fresh, they gathered it up and took it back upstairs.

Once the bed was made, they attached gaudy brooches to the ends of the scarves, and hung them from the canopy supports. Alma found some Christmas lights that she strung around, and after hunting for a plug, let out a little whoop of victory as the lights came on making the rhinestones twinkle.

Sophie fluffed up the pillows and hung the drapes around the sides, and in no time the bed had been transformed into a lovely bower. The girls stood with arms linked, and looked proudly at what they created.

“It just needs one more thing,” Sophie proclaimed.

Alma looked over at her, “And that would be?”

Sophie turned her head and nuzzled her friend’s neck, “You, lying naked on top of it.”

Alma blushed and giggled, and kissed the other girl, “Maybe tomorrow…it’s time for dinner.”

“Why eat dinner when I could eat you up instead?”

“Sophie…I’m hungry! Tomorrow, OK?”

Sophie laughed, and bit the other girl’s neck lightly, “Anything for you, sweetness. And you’re right, I’m hungry too, let’s go eat.”