Dear Reader,
You are now in the M section, and we both know what that means.
If you find pre-marital sex, same sex, threesomes, or any sex that isn't vanilla offensive, this isn't for you.
But if you've ever found yourself dallying in some erotic imagining about the characters in these books I wrote this with you in mind.
I'm also open to suggestions about new pairings or scenarios for future stories. Please leave your ideas in the review section. I don't PM.
~o~
ANNE & DIANA
Anne emerged from the closet of the rose coloured bedroom of Orchard Slope. The hall clock struck eleven and her voice, which was usually so full of light, became serious and deep.
"He enters the room,' she said, proudly, looking over at her friend. "His tall, commanding figure causing Elizabeth to shudder with tingling anticipation-"
"That's why you must play Darcy, Anne,' Diana said, unbuttoning her nightgown. 'You are so much taller than I am, it wouldn't feel right if it were the other way around."
"Shhh, Diana, if you must speak then speak only as Elizabeth. Otherwise the magic will be lost and may as well put away our Austen and swap jam recipes.' Anne said, firmly, tucking her braid into a knot. "But," she couldn't help but add, "as we have momentarily broken the spell, I must say I would have preferred some proper silk breeches to these sagging long-johns. Promise me you will use your imagination to your utmost powers, darling, and picture me resplendent in a scarlet coat and ivory shirt. My hair is darkest obsidian and my brow furrowed with the deepest fervour-"
"Oh Anne, tell me you love me most ardently!" Diana sighed, as she perched on the stool by her dressing table; her knees tucked primly, her nightgown pulled low over her shoulders.
Anne stood before her and felt that she honestly did. Diana glowed excitedly by the light of one candle. Its flicker darting like tiny tongues of flame over her neck and into the shadow of her bosom. Anne had long been enamored by Diana's swelling breasts. Since the early days of their friendship she had secretly witnessed their blossoming, until they were now so full Anne felt they would have spilled from her hands had she ever tried to cup them. Her own breasts, and much else besides, were notably smaller; another reason why it always fell to Anne to play the man in their little games.
Anne swept to Diana's side and knelt at her feet, looking up at Diana's expectant face.
"In vain I have struggled, it will not do-"
"No, Mr Darcy, it will not," Diana said, saucily.
"Diana, that is not what Elizabeth says."
Diana put her hand on Anne's cheek and then caressed her long white neck.
"I'm tired of always playing by the book. In this story Elizabeth has decided to be seduced by Mr Darcy," she said. Then bringing her lips to Anne's, she murmured, "Oh Mr Darcy, I love you so very very ardently, kiss me..."
Anne felt Diana's warm lips pressed against hers, she tasted the cloves of her tooth paste and the slightly cloying smell of jasmine that Diana had recently begun to wear. She did not think that Elizabeth Bennet would wear penny perfume, nor give into Mr Darcy's advances quite so readily. But that was before her friend leaped from her stool and clutched her tightly. The feel of Diana's ample breasts pressing into her own was heavenly, as though the softest cloud was wrapping itself around her.
"Oh, Elizabeth, this is wondrous," she whispered, when Diana released her. "I am... I am at a loss for what to do next."
Diana rolled her eyes. "Why, you must carry me to the bed, you ninny!"
For a moment Anne wondered how she would manage such a feat. Diana may have been the shorter of the two, but her figure made up for that in every other way. Her hips, thighs, belly, and bottom were as bountiful as her breasts. Nevertheless, Anne scooped her thin arms around her friend and with an ungainly stagger that would have made Mr Darcy run from the room in shame, managed to bear her lover the short distance to the bed.
The landing was hardly a graceful one, but if Diana minded it never showed. She seemed so different to the demure Diana Anne had always known. Though the light in the bedroom was low, it was obvious that her face was flushed with excitement. Her lips just parted, her eyes dark, her nightgown twisting over her form so that every delectable curve was revealed. Diana seemed to revel in her immodesty, nuzzling her head against her pillow and widening her thighs. Never once did she take her eyes from Anne.
"I-I don't know what should happen next -this isn't in the book-" Anne said, as she tentatively sat on the bed.
"You're supposed to seduce me, silly," Diana replied, and then reaching for Anne's hand she brought it to the open neck of her nightgown.
A low sound came from Anne as she touched Diana's breast. It was more thrilling, more intoxicating than anything Anne had imagined. Instinctively she lowered her face to Diana's, kissing her lips while her hands explored her body. As her touch became more insistent so did their kissing, until her mouth widened with excitement and she felt Diana's tongue flick over her own.
"Oh, sweet Diana, my sweet, sweet Diana," Anne murmured, closing her eyes and sliding her tongue and over her friend's cheek and neck.
Diana smiled softly as she heard her own name slip from Anne's lips, instead of Miss Elizabeth's. But she said nothing, for this was definitely not the time to break such a delicious spell. She moved her hand to her nightgown and slowly pulled it down so that Anne might know where her soft, trembling mouth might visit next.
Anne sighed as Diana revealed what appeared to her as a most decadent dessert. Her breasts looked just like two scoops of velvety ice cream, each topped with a dollop of strawberry mousse and a ripened red current. A more experienced lover might have teased the creamy flesh that surrounded each peak but Anne in her excitement brought her mouth to Diana's nipple, hungrily, her heart thudding as the pointed tip hardened under her tongue.
Diana arched her back, willing Anne to take more of her into her mouth, before pressing Anne's head against her breast and whispering, thickly, "Harder, kiss them harder, Darcy, I beg you."
On being reminded who was supposedly leading this seduction Anne felt a very masculine thrill. She fell upon Diana, and feasted on her greedily, as her friend lay back against her pillow and moaned, "Oh, Mr Darcy, don't stop -don't stop..."
The spirit of that gentleman began to permeate Anne. She was filled with what she imagined a stallion might feel when he mounted his mare, or that bothersome Blythe bull, who bellowed pitifully whenever Dolly passed his meadow. It wasn't enough. She must see every inch of Diana and possess her completely. Anne knelt between her legs, and lifting the hem of her nightgown slipped it from Diana's body. Diana wriggled herself up, the better to hasten its removal, and facing each other the two girls embraced eagerly.
Anne ran her hands over Diana's smooth white back, feeling her muscles writhe under her touch; her curving shoulders, her flaring hips, the luscious rolls of her belly. Her breasts were the shape and weight of heavy fruit. Anne scooped them into her hands and nestled her face between them, stopping only to murmur,
"Oh Elizabeth, my own, you are so lovely!"
"Dear Darcy,' Diana whispered, "it's hardly fair that I am near naked while you are still clothed. Why don't you be a gentleman and remove your ivory shirt and velvet breeches?"
Anne lifted her face in order to remind Diana that the imagined breeches were actually silk, as silken as the bosom she now held in her hands, when a hot blush flooded her cheeks. She felt so scrawny compared to the voluptuous beauty kneeling opposite her. If Elizabeth discovered that under his fine garments Darcy was a rather puny specimen surely it would be a bitter disappointment?
"My dear, that would be most improper, we must consider your honour-" Anne began.
"Nonsense, Darcy," said Diana, reaching for Anne's chemise and releasing the ties at her shoulders. It fell from her as a leaf from a tree but was halted by the tips of Anne's breasts, which jutted out pertly.
"Oh, look at that... let me help you, good sir," and she slid her finger under the chemise and across Anne's hardening nipples.
Anne gasped sharply, as she felt her friend's fingers graze over her slowly and deliberately, beginning to understand how it was the Diana gave into her blisses so quickly.
"Do you like that, darling?" she murmured, and then Anne had the unimagined delight of watching her friend lower her head and take her nipple into her mouth. Anne found herself doing just as Diana had done and pressed her hands to the back of Diana's head, willing her to suck more firmly.
"Oh, Diana, it feels as though a thousand butterflies are flicking their wings all over my skin," Anne moaned, falling back onto the bed.
Diana fell too, and after delighting Anne's other tingling nipple lifted her lips to her ear and said, hotly, "I shall be Darcy now."
She slid down Anne's body, pulling the long-johns with her, so that only the chemise remained, encircling her waist. Anne shivered with anticipation, wondering what the gorgeous girl above her would think of so slight a form. She didn't have to wait long for her answer, as she felt Diana's hand slide over Anne's ribs and caress her jutting hipbones.
"Oh, you're so tiny, I could snap you in two," Diana growled. "I've always loved your darling little breasts, the way they stand up even when you're lying down. And the tips of them," here she tweaked one gently, causing Anne to shiver once more, "are like curled up rosebuds. You smell like roses too. Like a wild musk rose, all bloomy and soft, I want to press my face all over you." And she slid further down, running her satiny cheek and her loose dark hair all over Anne's body.
As her mouth and hands went further Anne's legs parted wider. Diana's face rested between Anne's slender thighs and she felt her panting hotly on her downy mound. Ever since they had begun this game Anne had become aware of a sensuous pulsing emanate from this point, and the nearer Diana got to it the stronger the pulse became. Without knowing what she was doing she raised her hips and murmured desperately,
"Please, take me, I beg you to take me..."
Both girls had heard the expression before, but neither knew exactly what this entailed until now. Diana slipped the tip of her tongue inside Anne and flicked her as she had her nipples. Immediately Anne bucked, and Diana drew away.
"Darling, did I hurt you?" she asked.
"No, no, quite the opposite. It feels so divine, I believe I might die from the pleasure..."
"Try not to die before I have the chance to feel as you do," Diana said, smiling, and then lowering her lips she wriggled her tongue more forcefully.
Anne began to writhe, undulating her hips and pressing Diana's head against her. Diana growing in confidence and overwhelmed with arousal as she felt her friend become swollen and slippery, pinned Anne's thighs wider and then cradled her bottom in order to taste even more of her. With every movement of her tongue Anne whimpered and pleaded, "Don't stop, oh Diana, don't ever, ever stop..."
Eventually Diana felt she must stop lest her parents come into the room demanding to know why they were making so much noise. She tossed her pillow at Anne, who pummelled and squeezed it frantically as she held it over her face. Soon Anne began to quiver and shake, and a long and sensuous groan could be heard, muffled by the goose-down.
Anne was reeling in otherworldly sensation, every part of her from the roots of her red hair to the nails on her feet thundered with her own beating heart. She had barely time to remove the pillow from her head before Diana was tugging at her hand and pulling her into her arms. Anne leaned against her, woozily, her cheeks and brow damp with perspiration, her eyes wide, gazing at Diana with boundless adoration.
"My angel, what did you do to me?" she said, nuzzling against her friend's neck. She could smell her own musky scent on Diana's face and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Oh, your lips taste so sweet," she said, shyly.
"You taste like a peach, which is hardly surprising when you look so much like one," Diana replied, gleefully, placing her hand on the amber fuzz between Anne's legs.
"Was it really so nice?" Anne asked her, lying her head on her chest.
"You were so lovely and open, I wished I could go further but I didn't want to hurt you."
"You could never do that," Anne vowed, kissing Diana's pink nipples by way of a promise. "When you feel what I have felt, you'll understand it is the very opposite of pain."
"Why a little bit of pain would be alright, don't you think, Anne? We can't expect our menfolk to be as gentle as we are."
"Oh, I would never want anyone to touch me the way you do, beloved. Promise me to always save these blisses just for me. It would kill me to think of some oafish boy feasting on you. No one could ever love you the way I can."
"Show me, then," Diana said, who was growing impatient with Anne's declarations, wishing at this moment for deeds not words. She lay back against her pillow and lifted her hips as Anne slipped her bloomers from her. A triangle of dark curling hair was revealed nestling above two creamy white thighs, which parted slowly.
Anne gazed at Diana in raptures, she seemed to her everything a goddess might be. Her soft rounded belly rose and fell excitedly as Anne lowered her head to taste her for the first time. It was mysterious terrain to navigate. Anne brought a finger to her black curls in order to part them when Diana grabbed her hand and plunged her finger inside her. Anne froze, unable to understand how something so silken and open could hold her so tightly. Quickly she withdrew her finger and just as quickly Diana pushed it in again.
"Do that, darling, do it just like that, I want you inside me," Diana pleaded.
"Won't I hurt you?" Anne asked, thinking of how different this was to the tender sensations Diana's mouth had offered her.
"Only the very merest bit. If you really were Mr Darcy I'm sure he wouldn't be half so careful."
At this Anne felt a pang of jealousy, wondering if her dearest love really would prefer Mr Darcy to her own self, and determined to prove herself every bit the lover he was, she withdrew her finger before plunging it firmly inside her. At this Diana groaned, and feeling about for her pillow stuffed a corner into her mouth. She drove herself hard against each thrust, until Anne's hand became slick and fragrant. Then just when it seemed the pillow was about to be devoured Anne removed her finger and began nuzzling Diana with her tongue and her lips, lapping her lovingly until her friend found calm once more.
When Diana was quiet Anne slid up her body and nestled against her arm, taking in sensuous aroma of her lover, and nuzzling her ear with sweet nothings.
"I adore you," she murmured, staring into Diana's flushed face and brushing her damp hair away from her cheek. As she did so Diana caught Anne's finger in her mouth and sucked it slowly. Then Anne withdrew her wet fingertip and circled Diana's nipples till they glistened in the candlelight.
"Oh," Diana sighed, "I never dreamed such bliss was possible. How can any man compare to you!"
"They can't," Anne said, frankly. She reached for Diana's hand and lay her head by her friend. "All the same it would be terribly bad mannered if I didn't introduce you to Mr Knightley."
Diana giggled and pulled the quilt over them both.
"Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt just to meet him," she said, and extinguished the bedside lamp.
"Perhaps only the merest bit," Anne murmured, feeling for Diana's mouth in the darkness and gently biting her bottom lip.
"You'll pay for that, Mr Knightley," Diana hissed, rolling on top of her.
"I am at your command, Miss Woodhouse," Anne sighed, and threw back the covers once more.