Alice Band was on her night rounds again. Tump House largely slept, and its Housemistress silently flowed through the dorms, just another shadow, counting heads and checking beds.
She scored a minor victory over Jocelyn Selachii, who was asleep: she surreptitiously disarmed Jocelyn's crossbow, and left a note saying No merit point tonight! AB where the arrow should have been.
Alice had hesitated while getting ready for bed. She'd unpinned her hair and let it flow free, long and auburn, down her back. She had selected a clean nightgown, white linen, leaving her arms bare but dropping to mid-calf. She felt she deserved a bit of daring: after a moment's hesitation, she reached down, grasped the hem, and pulled it free over her head, feeling her breasts briefly lift and bounce. Discarding the nightdress, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Not bad for thirty-two! And ran her hands over her body, trying to remember the experience of somebody else's hands stroking her body up and down. Donna's face and figure formed in her memory. She smiled. Maybe again, soon, if the pressure got too much to bear, and I can afford it. She slipped her dressing gown on over her naked body, and made sure it was firmly tied in front.
She was pleased to see that Jocasta and Emilia had taken her advice and pushed the beds together. So much more comfortable when the sex is over. A trained Assassin knows how to hide in the shadows. Alice watched, noting with interest that the girls were not asleep.
Oh my dear Gods, they're sixty-nining! No wonder they haven't noticed I'm here.
Feeling vaguely dirty she watched the tangled bodies on the bed, making out Jocasta's blonde head between Emilia's thighs, and listened to the low squealing, panting, but necessarily muffled, sighs of excitement. She smelt the warm musk of female arousal on the night breeze. She heard the regular schlup-schlup noise of a tongue moving rhythmically in another woman's wetness. Alice felt her hand moving towards the front of her dressing gown, teasing at the opening, her fingers moving closer to her own sexual centre; then realization set in that she was intruding on their privacy and had no place here. She left as quietly and as unseen as she had entered, and fled back to her own room.
She kicked the door closed, tugged at the cord of her dressing gown, and ripped it open. The special bedside draw was the next thing to be tugged open, and she didn't even bother to get into bed. Throwing herself full length on the top of her bed, dressing gown pulled completely open, and her thighs spreading against the touch of her own fingers, Alice masturbated herself to her first orgasm. She wanted it quick, she wanted it fast: it didn't have to be subtle. She felt herself getting wetter and hotter underneath her demanding fingertips, and began to thrust her hips up against her own caresses. Her toes curled and reflexively dragged up the bedcover, as her legs flexed. Gods! Ohgodsohgodsohgods…. Imagine me on that bed there.. Jocasta's tongue licking and lapping up my vagina.. and tonguing my clit just the way I like it, wherenow I'm having to make do with my own wet fingers…and Emmie's pussy up against my face, that lovely gorgeous slippery lobster-smelling tight wet open little cunt of a young girl…her cunt-damp thighs over my shoulders and against my face..I'm almost there… burying my face in Jocasta's beautiful bum-cheeks, pulling them apart and rimming her lovely chocolate starfish with my tongue, and feeling my fingers inside her, in that tight wet space, like a hot wet glove, and the way a vagina, any woman's vagina, tenses and squeezes and bears down on you when she starts to come and OooooOoohOhaaahOoohhyesyesyes I'm coming! oh Cassie! Frankie! Cassie! Aaaaaaaah! The white-hot light exploded from her clitoris outwards, and she fell back onto a suddenly wet bedspread.
Her heart pounding, her body easing, her chest rising and falling, she reached for the thing Rosie Palm had delicately described as a harigata. It was going to be a long night, she thought, but the she had the time and the recent pictures of Cassie and Emmie in her mind to safely exorcise. It was funny, she thought, winding up the mechanism, how she'd started out fantasizing about being the third person in bed with Cassie and Emmie, but a memory of Frankie Fagin had emerged unbidden for the first time in ages. Fondness and sadness and exasperation vied in her as she wondered where Frankie was and what she was doing now.
OK, that's about right. I hope I don't have to stop what I'm doing to wind it up again. She felt the low vibrating buzz from the thing and started to move it in slow tight circles around and over her right nipple. Her mind started to replay memories….