Chapter 13
Feake feasts on Denise
The Patron pageants Sarah and Vi
The cottages and the Tower House lay utterly open to Feake's scrutiny from the concealing shelter of the garden shed. He focused the little binoculars that he had dredged from the depths of his sack on one window after the other spying on whatever he could see. As the men and women of The Court went about their work he satisfied himself that he had stumbled first off on the prize that he had sought; yet nowhere was the elusive Sarah to be seen. On the other hand what could be seen, and very easily from where he now hid, was the cottage where the girls that he had seen in the pond went for their dancing lesson. And one of them that Trapnell's transmission had included was their teacher. Even as he watched the other girl, the young one in the transmission, entered the cottage with a young man. The afternoon sun glinted off the windows turning them into blinding mirrors as Feake dropped the binoculars and looked for a more satisfactory tool for his needs.
Soon The Court was echoing to the alluring sound of the piano as the music from Lykanion's variation streamed from the cottage. Within the cottage Denise in leotards and Floyd in his dancing tights were rehearsing their pas-de-deux under Katia's watchful eyes. She had little to say, their skill and interpretation had improved with every rehearsal until the result fairly smoldered. The Patron, Orcutt, and the audience at the Grotto Theater would be captivated tomorrow night. She had of course enlarged upon the choreography, expanded the dance and the result was steaming. She noted with satisfaction that Floyd had already reached his usual erection under Denise's seductive movements, though they were dancing clothed instead of with nothing but the veil between them. Letting them work through to the end Katia went back to an enchainment for a little touching up that ended the rehearsal. Floyd picked up his satchel and left, and Denise went to the shower.
From the rose hedge outside the cottage Feake could hear the water splashing as he trimmed and snipped at the bushes working ever closer to the windows near what he took to be the bathroom. The sashes had been lifted in the warmth and he heard the water cease and the shower door open. He glanced around. The bushes towered around him in the concealing arbor as he crept to the window and glanced within at what was a bedroom. The girl stood there toweling herself and as she turned he saw that she was 'the other one', the young one, in Trapnell's photos. As Denise dropped the towel and turned to paw through her satchel on the bed he saw that while she was young she had the ripe body of a woman.
He heard her sigh as she pulled out a dress of some sort, and then watched her flop back on the bed. She lay quietly with her loins facing him, her feet dangling to the floor. He stared ecstatically at the full revelation of her generous pussy lips and bulging clit, and at the rise of her firm petite breasts and rosy nipples. She sighed again and her arms moved restlessly over the coverlet. She raised one hand and let it drop negligently to her breast and her fingers began to toy with her nipple. Instantly Feake saw the rosy blush bloom into a dark hard bud, and then her other hand wrought the same transformation on her other nipple. She stayed there then with both hands for some time, tugging, pulling, and rubbing with her palms until her knees began to lift as her buttocks tightened rolling her pelvis up even more into his gaze. Open-mouthed Feake absorbed the spectacle, his fat hands sweating on the pruning shears. He waited breathlessly for a hand to leave her nipple and drop to the luxuriant folds that he could glimpse between her thighs and then with a roll of her head it happened. She was touching herself there between her legs, fondling, fingering, playing, and he felt his heart pumping.
Denise shoved herself back on the bed and lifted her bare feet to the mattress. Her knees gaped open even wider as she fell to the pleasure of playing with her labia. Feake saw her lips swell, lift, and part, as her finger slid into her slit and traveled briskly up and down its generous length before lighting upon her clitoris.
Then she began working hard on it with her fingers, rubbing in swift swirls and pausing, and then beginning again even harder until her labia were flapping with the vigor of her caresses. Feake kept trying to see into that dark gap but she just looked all pale pink and glistening with fluid.
Then the door opened. Denise gasped as Katia stood there with a bundle of towels in her arms looking down at her. "Oh my God!," Denise moaned, her legs collapsed and she rolled over on her side away from Katia.
"Oh! I'm sorry Denise. I didn't know you were still in here."
"I'm so embarrassed!" the girl groaned.
"Why?" Katia answered as she came to the bed and sat down beside Denise. "I do it all the time. Everybody does." "I know," Denise sighed rolling over on her back to look at Katia. "It's just that I get so sexed-up in the Lykanion pas-de-deux. I just have to satisfy myself."
"Do you have a boy-friend, dear?" Katia smiled as she stroked the Denise's wet hair from her forehead.
"Oh, not really. Not that way. I've been too busy learning to dance to have time for boys."
Katia sighed. "I know how that is!"
"Besides," Denise looked away as a deep blush suffused her bosom. "I'm still a virgin...!"
The words hovered in the silence as Feake let the incredible news settle into his brain. A virgin! A hot little virgin! Suddenly Sarah Murdock faded as Denise's stock soared in the black market of forbidden sex. But he didn't dare peep into the open window with both of them there like that.
"...and my damn hand is so boring!" Denise finished with a pout.
Katia laughed. "Yes darling I know how that is too. That's one of the prices we dancers pay for our art sometimes."
"Well I'm getting tired of it." Denise pouted again. "I love sex, but I don't get any except when I'm dancing."
"Maybe we should leave it that way."
"I have to know what it's like. Besides I need it. It's crazy! I'm dancing Lykanion whose practically a whore and I've never been fucked! I almost lost my cherry at the Towers when this guy dressed like harlequin tried to rape me. He had me nearly naked with his cock thrusting at my cunt but Zack saved me. So I'm still a virgin."
"I know dear. I heard all about it and everyone at the Towers knows you're still a virgin." A slow smile touched Katia's lips as the inspiration dawned within her. "Tell me dear if you weren't a virgin would you let Floyd really fuck you onstage instead of just pretending?"
"Ooooh! That would be cool wouldn't it!" Denise gasped.
"I'll tell you what would be even more cool darling. Everyone in that audience knows you're a virgin so if Floyd really fucks you they would be watching him take your maidenhead. Could you handle that sweetie?"
"And when he finished fucking me his cock would be all bloody wouldn't it?"
"Yes, and what would you do to it dear?"
"I'd take it in my hands and lick my blood and his cum with my tongue," Denise murmured.
"Yes, dear, and when you had finished the curtain would come down."
"Wow!" Denise exclaimed. "So when do we rehearse that?"
"No rehearsal darling. That's for you to improvise with Floyd. Just whisper 'Fuck Me' in his ear and give yourself to him."
"Would it hurt?"
"It might. Let me see your hymen sweetheart," Katia urged.
