Young Bill finds a friend and confident in Fleur, sharing his heart with her and finding compassion for his hopes and dreams in his unexpected new friend.
*Warning – this chapter and the following chapters contain mild sexual themes however; they are in context with the subject matter and not meant to cause any offence in any way.
And no one turns into a pile of goo and the end of the story either.
Kudos to AB, HBO & CH for their characters, no copy right infringement is intended.
All other characters are of my own invention to do with as I please.
Chapter 2
Bill's breath was coming a little short and his legs trembled as he walked along the hallway with Fleur. They passed room after room with closed doors as she held his hand in hers, the heat from her soft skin affecting his senses. He had never been completely alone with a girl, not even his secret sweetheart Caroline, well not since they had become adults and aware of their affection for each other. They had gone on church picnics and been to the small soirées that were held in the parish but they had always been chaperoned as was fitting for young people in those times, whispering their shared devotion for each and secret plans for a life together, so to be totally alone and holding Fleur's hand was something that Bill was not entirely prepared for.
When she stopped at a door leading into a large room that doubled as a living come bedroom, he hesitated a little. She smiled up at him shyly saying 'I must apologise William, unfortunately Madame Michelle has forgotten that the parlour is occupied and as she has been kind enough to allow me a small parlour in my room I thought that perhaps we could visit here,' casting her eyes down demurely. Bill was a little tongue tied between the situation and Fleur's beauty and he was a little lost for words. 'I hope that you won't think the lesser of me for inviting you in' she continued, looking up at him with her eyes gazing into his, seeking his approval of her suggestion. 'Why no, Fleur I … I would like that' he said softly, his voice was barely more than a whisper.
When Bill entered the room it was nothing like that large room he had been in down stairs with his father. That had been plush and rich in the extreme; a place of sophistication and colour where as the room that Fleur led him into was different entirely. It was furnished in all white, the walls were all white and the coverings and curtains were all white. It had a very French feeling to it, very provincial in style, elegant and delicate. It was just like Fleur, Bill thought as he looked around the room and for the first time he noticed that she too was dressed in white. Why he had not noticed before he didn't know, perhaps it was because of her very beautiful face that he had failed to see the whole picture of her beauty but now as his gaze went from around the room and back to her, he looked at her as though for the first time.
Bill was now noticing the details of the dress she had on. Unlike the fashion of the times this did not have the cinched in waist that was so popular with the ladies of the day, this was more like the fashion in his historical accounts of the Emperor Napoleon and Empress Josephine. It was long and flowing from just underneath the bust line and oh, the neckline it was low and surrounded by tiny ruffles of exquisite lace. Ribbons too cascaded down the front from where they held together the centre of the bodice. Bill began to get hot as he noticed her ample breasts seeming to almost over flow and then, as he could not help but notice, the fabric of the dress seemed to be transparent, the light from the multitude of candles scattered throughout the room lighting her silhouette and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Bill swallowed hard again and tried desperately not to stare as she stood there looking at him, her legs slightly apart and lit from behind, but as hard as he tried he was drawn either to her or just as embarrassingly, he was drawn to the sight of the very large four poster bed standing to the side of the room. He felt a stirring in his loins and he gritted his teeth and looked down at the floor. Sensing his distress Fleur was at his side, her hand on his arm gently stroking it. 'What is it William, what is wrong?' she was asking concerned.
'I… I have never been alone with a girl before' he said shyly, embarrassed by his admission 'and I have a …' he trailed off unable to tell this sweetest of strangers about Caroline, his sweet heart and his hopes for securing her heart. Fleur looked up at him with comprehension. 'Come, sit with me and tell me. You have something you are keeping secret that not even your father knows of, is that it?' she was asking intuitively. 'William, I want us to be friends so please, if you would like it, you could tell me a little of yourself then, as friends do we can help each other to overcome our burdens and trust each other.'
Bill thought her to be the sweetest of things to be so understanding of his position. They sat on the soft sofa, Fleur holding his hand encouraging and comforting him as he told her of his love for Caroline, how as children they had played together, how he had been horrible as a boy dipping her pigtails in the ink well at school and getting a scolding from the teacher for it. Then as they grew older she had become a tom boy, climbing trees and playing sling shots with just as deadly accuracy as all the other boys but then, he told her how everything had changed the day he had been on his way home from an errand for his mother when he decided it was too hot to hurry and detoured to the local Bon Temps lake for a swim.
It was there on that day that he had seen Caroline naked jumping in and out of the water and swimming about, her body now growing to that of a young woman, her breasts the first that he had ever seen without clothing and much to his surprise, he had told her of the affect that it had on him, not in detail mind you, modesty forbade that but the implication of his subtle referral to the results was plain. He could not look her in the eye as he told her of such despicable things, he felt ashamed of himself even referring to something so base to such a girl but she had made him feel so very comfortable and concerned that he had felt it to be safe to speak to her of it and to unburden his heart.
'I guess from that moment onwards my heart has been hers and I have never really thought of another since then until … well,' he stopped, 'Until tonight' she finished. 'William I am not here to steal your heart, your heart belongs to another just as mine does but perhaps we can be of comfort to one another while we wait patiently for the day to come when we can be with our loved ones' she said gently.
Bill looked at Fleur and noticed how young she looked, she could not have been much older than seventeen or eighteen and although in that day and age that was considered to be a reasonable age for marriage, some girls even marrying at sixteen or younger, she had a youthful face that had not yet lost the sparkle of the very young. She was kind, sympathetic and she understood him and he liked her, he liked her a lot.
He was looking into her eyes as she said this, reading the sincerity behind her words and she was right, he was feeling comforted enough to unburden himself of his secrets, it was a relief not to have to worry or be judged and he felt safe with Fleur. She gently stroked his face in response to his look and he felt the tenderness in her touch but he felt something more and again he was taken by a wave flooding through him, his loins responding, he could not help himself as he looked down at her breasts so close to him. They were sitting so closely now that he could feel the heat of her body through her thin muslin gown and between that and her touch; he was fairly on fire despite himself.
He looked down ashamed of the tent in his breaches, embarrassed beyond belief but her eyes, following his down to the bulge did not falter, if anything there was a flickering of delight in her response. Gently she cupped his face in her hand and turned his head to face her. He couldn't bring himself to look at her but she was insistent, she tilted his face up to hers and leant in to him until merely inches away before softly saying, 'It is all right, please do not be ashamed, I am flattered, very flattered. Trust me William, please trust me.'
Fleur's hair was swept up on to the top of her head with small tendrils loosely flowing down around her face, exposing her delicate neck and Bill reached out and ran his fingers through the silky strands. 'Take your clips out' he almost whispered. Taking out the combs that held her hair in place, he ran his fingers through the silky softness, spreading the golden halo around her shoulders and down her back. He seemed to be fascinated by it.
Bill hesitated slightly, then with heart pounding he slowly moved his face, leaning in to barely brush her wet lips. He was afraid, he was so afraid that she would think him forward and pull back horrified but his fears were not realised, instead he felt her falling into his arms, pressing her lips to his then she parted her mouth and with the slightest of touches ran the tip of her tongue lightly along his lips. It was a sensation totally new to Bill and never dreamt of, the affect sending a tingling sensation to the very roots of his hair and waves of excitement crashing through him.
He opened his mouth a little and Fleur slid her tongue in to meet his, teasing him with just the tip. William's heart rate soared at her touch, his hardened staff pounding with a life of its own and when she very deliberately deepened the kiss and moved his hand up to cup her breast, he gave an audible moan. His mouth was locked to hers now, exploring her delights and wallowing in the sensations running through his body. He had never dreamt of doing such a thing with Caroline, his inexperience in such matters so very obvious to him now.
She had placed his sensuous hand on her breast but he had not moved it, he was too involved in the kiss to venture any further so without breaking away from his mouth, she gently moved his hand guiding it under the many layers of lace ruffles until his fingers moulded softly to the shape of her skin, then very gently she gave a squeeze. She felt the hard muscles of his chest draw in his breath as he felt her soft flesh in his hand and instinctively his tongue began to move with an unmistakeable rhythm.
Fleur was no virgin but she was also no toughened prostitute. Bill had been right in his thoughts, she was only barely eighteen and not that much older than him. She came from a loving family and had an education and the only reason that she had found herself in the position that she was in was purely due to misfortune. The flood that had caused so much havoc two years earlier had not only taken with it the family home but also the lives of her parents, her older brother and her younger sister. In the blink of an eye she had lost everything and every one including her neighbours and her community. She had no family to turn to and no one to help her. She was alone until she was found by Madame Michelle and taken in.
For Fleur, this was her salvation and Madame was her guardian angel. Unlike so many other unfortunates, she had a roof over her head, an income of sorts and she was safe, Antoine the gentle giant on the door protecting his girls for the Madame like a mother hen. The girls at the home, as they fondly referred to the establishment, knew that they were also very lucky in one other respect, the clientele were all gentlemen and on the very rare occasion that a girl did not like the look of a client or found some request to be of too unsavoury a nature, then they only had to call for Antoine and that person would generally find himself somewhere down near the banks of the river the next morning in a very embarrassing state of undress and feeling much worse for wear. It was noted that it would never occur again and the gent in question always without fail, made sure to apologise profusely. It did not do to offend the Madame, she had friends in high places.
From the moment that she had seen Bill, William as she preferred to think of him, she had been taken by him. In her eyes it was not just merely the fact that he was one of the most attractive lads that she had ever seen, nor was it the fact that she could tell by just by looking over his body the extent of his manly attributes, no there was something else about young William, something hidden and waiting to come out. She didn't know why but she felt there was more to him and that given time, he would become a leader, he had almost a humble nobility about him that one day she felt would be known. She thought that she may have been fanciful in thinking this and perhaps she was just smitten by his looks but either way, he was someone that she would enjoy meeting and she wanted to take care of him, to nurture him and to help him live his potential to the fullest.
She broke away from his kiss to look at him and to take his other hand and place it on the ribbons of her bodice. His voice quavered a little as he asked tentatively 'May I?' and rather shyly for her, she simply nodded as his eyes lit up in expectation. Under normal circumstances Fleur did not really feel for her clients, oh she acted her part very well but it was without any real emotions on a personal level. With William it was different. William's excitement was infectious. His lean body with its substantial proportions was more than enough to arouse her but combined with his sweet and trusting innocence, despite herself she was silky for him, wet and wanting to feel him inside her. She was throbbing for him in fact, and that was something that she did not normally feel.
Carefully withdrawing his hand from beneath the fabric of her dress, his nimble fingers undid the ribbons of her bodice one by one until her ample breasts peeped out of the muslin and lace. Bill closed his eyes at the sight before him, trying very hard to keep himself in check when he looked at her hardened nipples stiffened into raspberry mounds begging to be sucked. He was pink with the thought of what his body was telling him and embarrassed as all hell at the thoughts going through his mind.
As if she could read his very thoughts, she wrapped her hand around his neck and drew him into her, guiding his mouth to first one nipple then the other as he instinctively sucked and gently licked each one. Fleur's breath was coming in pants now, her eyes closed as she let her self go to the sensations of his lips and tongue as he teased her, following his instincts that were just so right in every sense of the word.
She began to move her body against him, as he held her breasts in his hands and softly squeezed then trailing kisses up her neck, he again clamped his mouth to hers, the sense of urgency becoming stronger in both of them.
Bill's tongue found a rhythm to match Fleur's undulating body, teasing and exploring her mouth again. He could not get enough. He had never dreamt that what he could do with his tongue could be so exciting. He had never thought that a girl would be willing to do the same things and want the same things as he did. His sensuality had been awoken and like a dam that had burst, he knew there was no turning back.
Then, just as he thought that nothing could feel as exciting as this, he found that he was totally mistaken as he felt Fleur's small hand moving slowly across his hips before running along the length of his shaft. It was the first time that he had ever had anyone do that to him and he felt himself jump at the mere touch of her hand through his pants, gasping loudly, and when she began to rub him, he thought that he would not be able to hold him self back, he was so hard and so very excited that he thought his man hood would break through the tightly stretched fabric.
Fleur too was having a battle with her emotions. She knew that the whole purpose of William being there was to de flower him and for his future instruction but he had awoken a desire in her too that she was fighting to control. When she had touched him and run her hand along him, feeling how well endowed he was and how very ready to take her, she too had throbbed in response, her body just as ready for him as he was for her.
'William' she said into his mouth as he continued to kiss her. 'Hmm' he mumbled unwilling to break the kiss. 'William' she said more urgently as his mouth was still clamped to hers, his tongue working his magic for both of them while his fingers continued to tease her nipples, barely skimming them before again cupping her softly, feeling her breasts, playing with them and holding them. Boldly for him he was took her hand and rubbed himself with it again. 'William please' she gasped as she finally broke away. He looked at her as they both sat panting with pounding hearts. 'Take me, make love to me,' she seduced him softly.
Bill's heart was in his mouth and he trembled. He had waited for so long for this day to come, the day that he would become a man but right at that moment that was the last thing that he felt like. He was still a boy and despite how very much he wanted nothing more than to feel Fleur's hot flesh around him, he was terrified.
To Be Continued …..
