Chapter 5
Richard was alone in the stables, grooming the horses, when Julie came around.
"Why, good day to you, my blonde friend," Richard smiled.
"I know why you are in such a fine mood," she pouted.
"And why is that?" he continued brushing the horse.
"I saw you and Fiona riding out, early this morning," she said. "I cried the entire time I was milking the cows."
"That's silly," he smiled. "There's nothing to be upset about."
"Isn't there?" she asked.
"No, nothing, I tell you."
"Richard," she sighed, "you know that I love you."
"Now, Julie," he said, putting the brush aside, "I told you not to go and fall in love with me."
"One doesn't always have a choice about such things," she said. "I can't help it that I love you. What am I supposed to do?"
"Forget about me," he said. "It just wouldn't work out."
"But I told Father all about you, how much I liked you ... "
"Now, why did you go and do a stupid tiling like that?"
"Don't you care about me at all?"
"I like your kid," he said. "You know I do. It's just this love stuff; You're way off base with that stuff. Really, you would do yourself a great service if you forgot about me."
"It's Fiona you love, isn't it?"
"She's a nice enough girl," he said. "But she's engaged to Lloyd. You know that."
"I don't believe that would stop you," she said. "Not if that's what you really wanted."
"I wish I knew what I wanted," he said. "Would you like to kiss me?" she asked, moving close to his side.
"That could be a mistake," he said. "You might just fall in love with me all over again."
"You are conceited. Do you know that?"
"I'm just trying to protect you, Julie," he said. "That's all. Look, honey, I'm busy. If you want to fuck, that's fine. But Otherwise, I'm going to have to get on with my work."
"Oh, you are a cruel young man," she sighed.
"I'm not cruel," Richard turned to look into her eyes, "but I am a man. What do you expect. What sort of strange fantasy are you hatching?"
"I guess that's all it is — a fantasy," she said. "I don't want to talk to you anymore. I hate you, Richard Rankin. I hate you."
"You'll get over it," he laughed, as he watched the lovely blonde run, crying, from the stables.
She ran to the Reardon house. She felt she had to confront Fiona.
The blonde knocked boisterously on the Reardon's door. She knocked until Viola came to the door.
"What — you, too. Everyone is crying this morning. I really don't understand ... "
"I need to see Fiona," Julie sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"She's up in her room," Viola said.
The young blonde ran up the stairs — two at a time — in a hurry to confront Fiona.
She knocked lightly on Fiona's door.
"Yes?" came the emotional voice from inside the room.
Julie opened the door and pushed it open. Fiona was lying on the bed, weeping. "What's wrong with you?" the blonde asked the brunette.
"Well, what's wrong with you?" Fiona asked, turning over and looking up at Julie.
"I see you haven't changed from your riding outfit," Julie observed. "Not since you've been out riding with — Richard."
"I don't want to hear about him. He took advantage of me."
"Don't feel bad," Julie said. "He took advantage of me as well."
Julie, crying, fell upon the bed, beside Fiona, crying hysterically.
They comforted each other.
"What did he do to you?" Fiona asked her neighbor, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"What didn't he do?" she replied. "I've been such a fool. I thought that if I gave myself to him, that he would love me. I was living in a dream world. It just wasn't true."
"You think you have problems?" Fiona sniffed. "Richard. I hate that name. I never want to see him again. He practically raped me this morning."
"What did he do?" Julie asked.
"I'd rather not go into the details," she said. "But I'm not a virgin anymore."
"Neither am I," Julie pouted. "Who will want us now?"
"Oh, it's not as bad as all that," Fiona said, putting her arm Julie. "At least I'm still engaged to Lloyd."
"But can you really marry him?" Julie asked. "No, offense, but he is such a twit."
"I know it," Fiona again burst into tears. "But I'm afraid that if I don't marry Lloyd, I'll never be married."
"Stop it," Julie caressed Fiona's hair. "You know that isn't true. You're beautiful. You could have any man you want."
"And you couldn't?" Fiona said. "Have you ever looked in the mirror?"
"Yes, I know I am beautiful," Julie said. "But that's the big problem. I'm afraid that no man will like me for myself. They will just care about me because I am beautiful."
"I have the same worries at times," Fiona said. "It's rough being beautiful."
"Isn't it?" Julie pressed herself up against Fiona on the bed. "It feels good to be close to you. I was so angry at you - angry for stealing Richard's love from me. But, now I feel better, he did the same thing that he did to you. He took advantage of my youth and innocence."
"What shall we do?" Fiona sighed. "I can't marry Lloyd now. Not after having tasted Richard's passion. I could never be satisfied with Lloyd's coldness. I'm so confused."
"We'll find someone," Julie said.
"You know," Fiona said, "I think Father Jones rather likes you."
"Oh, come off it," Julie said. "Me with an Anglican minister?"
"Why not?" Fiona smiled. "He's young, about twenty-five, I reckon and he's really cute. I've seen him looking at you during the Sunday services. He's interested. That's for sure."
"I never noticed," Julie wiped her eyes dry. "He is sort of cute. I'll bet he knows how to be passionate."
"So, everything will be fine for you," Fiona said. "You will probably end up marrying Father Jones. But whatever will I do? I know I can't marry Lloyd. I'll die of boredom."
"What's the minister's first name?" Julie asked.
"Richard, I believe," Fiona said. "Yes, I'm sure of it. His name is Richard. Just like the stable hand."
"Oh, I don't know if I like that coincidence," Julie said. "I don't know if I could marry someone with the same name as that devil."
"It shouldn't really matter," Fiona said. "You aren't, after all, marrying the name. You are marrying the man."
"Maybe things won't really be so bad for us," Julie enthused, putting her arm beneath Fiona's shoulders, in a sisterly gesture of affection and kissed her on the cheek.
Fiona was surprised by the kiss. Not so much surprised that Julie kissed her, but surprised that she liked it. That it felt so good.
That it even felt almost natural.
Fiona turned and looked into Julie's eyes. She saw the same surprise in the blonde's eyes, that she felt. They kissed on the lips. At first the kisses were innocent little pecks, but suddenly the love hungry Fiona Reardon was pressing her body atop the young blonde's and driving her tongue into her mouth.
Julie went limp in Fiona's arms and returned the emotional fervor of the kisses. They ran their tongues in and out of each other's mouth and pressed their bodies very tightly together. Julie didn't pull away as Fiona began to unbutton the blonde's blouse, running her fingers over her warm breast flesh.
"Oh, Fiona," Julie moaned. "That feels so good, should we really do this?"
"I can't stop now," Fiona said, "you are so beautiful. I want you."
Julie was moaning with mounting desire, as Fiona ran her hand inside the blonde's blouse and caressed her tits. She brought her mouth to the girl's pink nipple and sucked it.
"Fiona," Julie moaned, "it feels splendid. So very good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh, honey."
Fiona pulled Julie's blouse off her body and quickly removed her own. They both swooned with pleasure, as they pressed their taut nipples together and began to pump their groins against each other.
Heat was rising rapidly between them. Fiona began fumbling with the buttons to Julie's pants. Opening the crotch, she looked down at the girl's panties, staring at the stray blonde hairs which pressed out of the sides of the panties.
Fiona moved off the bed and pulled Julie's boots off her feet. She then removed her pants and moved in between her thighs. She pressed her hands beneath the blonde's thighs and brought her mouth to Julie's crotch. She kissed and sucked at the moistened panties.
Julie was pumping powerfully up against the brunette's mouth, while Fiona toyed with her breasts.
"Take off your clothes," Julie said. "I want to see you naked."
Smiling, Fiona lifted her mouth from Julie's pussy and climbed off the bed, to undress.
She removed her boots and pulled the riding trousers down over her feet. She then pulled her blouse off and stood stark naked before the prone blonde.
"You have a beautiful figure, Fiona," Julie sighed, as she climbed out of her panties. "You are so beautiful. Come close to me. Let me hold you."
Fiona lay on the bed, snuggling up close to Julie. They kissed passionately on the mouth and worked their bodies together. As their breasts and groins crushed together, they both were aware of the extreme heat that circulated between them.
Slowly, the brunette worked her mouth down to the heat between Julie's luxuriant thighs. She pressed her mouth to her pussy and kissed the blonde's cunt with extreme passion. She ran her tongue over the pubic mound and over the hot pussy lips. Taking Julie's clitoris into her mouth, she sucked at it and nibbled on it. The passion mounted swiftly.
"Don't make too much noise," Fiona whispered, as she raised her mouth from Julie's pussy. "I don't want anyone to know."
"Okay," Julie blushed. "I didn't realize I was so loud."
"Oh, darling," Fiona moaned, "I don't know why we waited so long to discover each other this way."
"It doesn't matter," Julie sighed. "Nothing matters but now."
Fiona sucked passionately at the lovely young blonde's pussy, she pressed her tongue rapidly in and out of the hot passion pit and brought the tip of her tongue up over the swollen clitoris. Running her tongue over the swollen flesh, she brought Julie to the threshold of orgasm.
Running her fingers through Fiona's dark hair, Julie brought her lover's mouth down tightly against her sex and began pumping with passion.
"Oh, God, Fiona," Julie moaned, "I'm going to come. Oh, yes. Fiona ... "
And as Julie came, Fiona pressed her hand against the girl's mouth, so Viola — down in the kitchen — wouldn't hear. The young blonde pumped her sex powerfully against Fiona's mouth. The passion was hot and heavy. Faster and faster they pumped. Fires were blazing in their groins.
After the young blonde had enjoyed a very powerful round of multiple orgasms, Fiona raised her mouth from the girl's vagina and collapsed at her side. She held the girl tightly to her and they kissed on the mouth.
"I want to suck you," Julie said.
"I would like that very much," Fiona replied.
And while the darkly beautiful girl lay on her back with her legs spread widely apart, the blonde crept between her thighs and kissed her passionately on the pussy. She ran her tongue over the blonde mound of pubic fur and using her fingers to spread her pussy open, she ran her tongue and pressed the tip of her finger into the brunette's asshole.
"Oh, God," Fiona moaned. "You excite me so. It's wonderful. You will make me come so."
Julie sucked powerfully on the dark beauty's pussy, pressing her finger in and out of her asshole.
Within moments, Fiona arched her back high on the bed and moaning with extreme passion, was hurled into the abyss of passion.
Julie covered Fiona's mouth, to muffle the moans and continued to suck and work her finger in and out of her asshole.
"Enough," Fiona groaned. "I can't take anymore. I'm exhausted."
Julie lifted her mouth from the brunette's pussy.
"Oh, what have we done?" Fiona asked Julie.
"I think we've made love."
"We never should have allowed this to happen," Fiona said. "I know that it's a terrible sin. We will bring the wrath of God down upon us. It's just not right."
"I don't know," Julie said. "It felt just fine to me. I can't imagine what could be bad about it. I like you and you like me. What could be wrong with that?"
"Plenty could be wrong," Fiona said, grabbing her blouse up and slipping it over her shoulders. "If we become lesbians, we'll never get married. We will be perverts."
"I don't think it's as bad as all that," Julie said. "I think you are being a bit hysterical. Really I do."
"I think you had better leave," Fiona said. "Don't get me wrong," she suddenly softened her tone, "I really like you, Julie. And it felt good what we did. It's just that I'm so confused lately. This thing with Richard ... "
"I'm going through the same thing," Julie said. "In fact, it's been going on longer between Richard and I, than it has between you two."
"That only proves that you are a bigger fool than I," Fiona moved off the bed and pulled her riding pants on. "I really want to be alone, if you don't mind."
"No, I get the message," Julie said, gathering up her clothes and dressing. "I do hope, however, that you aren't angry at me, or anything like that."
"No, Julie," Fiona said, "I'm not angry. Just upset and confused. I do hope that what we've just done won't be a barrier between us. I mean, I do like you very much."
"I know you do," Julie said, beginning to weep again.
"What's wrong now?" Fiona asked. "Honestly, I think we're behaving like a couple of hysterical old women."
"Yes, that's true," Julie smiled through her tears. "It's only that I loved Richard. I really did. And now, I feel as though I am losing you as well."
"You're not losing me," Fiona said. "Honestly, dear, I think you are much worse off than I."
Fiona sat beside Julie on the bed and put her arm around her. "It's all so logical. Really it is. The problem, it seems to me, is that you are disappointed because you have finally come to realize what a cad Richard is. And we've complicated things a bit by making love. That's all. It's no big deal. I think you should really go and see Father Jones. Not only because I think Richard Jones cares a great deal for you, but I think he can help you with your confusion.
"I simply don't have the strength to give you right now," Fiona went on. "I'm nearly as confused as you are. But believe me, honey, I am not angry with you. As soon as all of this mess is cleared up — and after I figure out what I am going to do about Lloyd, everything will work out just fine. Hold on. You'll see. Everything will work out."
"Thank you for being so understanding," Julie said. "I really was afraid that you were angry with me. You promise that you don't think I'm perverse?"
"No more than I am," Fiona smiled.
"And you promise that everything will work out all right for us?"
"Yes, I promise," Fiona smiled. "Just go and see Father Jones."