A European Queen Ch 07

Chapter 7 - Women who would be men.

Margaret watched her approach and with each step she took her smile grew. When she arrived next to her, Margaret asked her, "What was all that about?"

"Helen thought I was a whore and offered to pay me to go with her. I turned her down," Corrine gave the elegant older woman a sad look with puppy dog eyes. "I sent her in Madeleine's direction, seeing as she is in her submissive mood tonight,"

Corrine looked over her shoulder at Helen who was in deep conversation with the group of women who had Madeleine bare-chested, and she witnessed them look in her direction, she smiled and waved at them from across the room. She saw Helen take Madeleine by her hand and lead her not to the loveseat as she expected but into the corner where there was a full-size Billiard Table. She saw Helen take off her jacket and unbutton her trousers. She stood there as Madeleine took Helen's trousers down and off. She helped her sit up onto the edge of the table as Helen then took her knickers down and then off and gave them to the tutor. The tutor's head disappeared between the legs of the woman in white. They both watched as Helen rested her elbows back onto the green felt of the billiard table and her head started to move in time with Madeleine's movements.

"Corrine, you are awful. Why would you do that to Madeleine, she's your friend?" The tone she used was one that Corrine couldn't interpret. Was she really scolding her?

Corrine turned and faced her, moved in closer, and looked into her eyes as if she were trying to see into her soul. The look was long and deep. She told her quietly. "She is isn't she, yet she put me over her knee and spanked me in front of everyone. That was after I told her that I couldn't be her sub,"

Corrine stayed there enticing Margaret, tempting her. Margaret smiled and her and the tip of her tongue protruded from her mouth and then they kissed. It was a lust-filled kiss the heat built within them both and Margaret could no longer contain her desire for this much younger woman, she put her hands under her cardigan and slowly edged them up over her hips as she continued to kiss this desirable creature. "Oh My God I think I want you," She panted.

"You only think you want me. I must be losing my appeal,"

Margaret hugged her tightly and felt the warmth of her body against hers. "Where do you live?" She asked.

"With my mum and dad," Corrine answered without thinking.

"I gathered that, but where, as in what suburb?" Margaret continued.

Corrine laughed and hugged Margaret. "Why do you want to know?"

"So I know where to take you when I drop you home,"

"So you are dropping me home, are you? My clothes are at Madeleine's you know,"

"I did wonder. Am I stepping on her toes by inviting you home to my place?"

Corrine shook her head slowly, then looked at her and reminded her of their earlier conversation. "I thought you were looking for something more permanent than just a one-night stand,"

"Who said this was going to be just a one-night stand?"

"I just did," Corrine told her, all the while looking into her eyes.

"Are you certain sweetie?" Margaret asked while holding her gaze. She dropped her hands to her backside and fondled them gently. Corrine caught her breath as a sudden erotic bolt of electricity shot through her veins.

Her breathing was increasing. "Pretty certain. I am only 18 you know and there is so much I have to do," Corrine was still looking deep into her eyes and couldn't break away from her gaze. Not that she wanted to. Something was keeping her attached to her beautiful green eyes.

"You are 18 and I am 47. I understand why you don't want to come home with me," Their voices were barely more than a whisper and Corrine had thrown her arms around Margaret's neck not wanting to let go.

"I didn't say NO," Corrine told her. Her tone is a little more forceful when she gets cornered. "I do want to go home with you," Their lips met once more.

"I think we should leave now, don't you?" Margaret said.

"I think so too, do you live far away?" Corrine asked.

"Ten minutes but the way I am feeling right now I could do it in five," She explained, the smile on her face told Corrine just how enthusiastic Margaret was.

"Oh good," Corrine too was feeling the passion between them.

As was customary Margaret went to speak with Peggy before leaving, just to say thank you for the invite. Corrine clung to her arm. Like a child holding on to her mummy. Something that wasn't missed by most people there. Corrine had a strange feeling when she was with Margaret, she acted like a child yet felt more like an adult than she had ever done.

"Would you tell Madeleine, when she isn't so busy, that Corrine is with me and we will give her a call before we pick up her clothes," Margaret explained. Corrine didn't say a word, just smiled and when she saw Betty she held her gaze. Corrine blew her a kiss as they left.

Francis was sitting in her armchair and watched as they left. Claudette also watched them both as they left, she smiled to herself and whispered c'est la guerre (it can't be helped: {that's war})

Corrine had been a popular guest come maid at this monthly meeting of 'Women who would be Men'.

The night air outside of the old stables was refreshing after the smoke-filled games room. And both women took in deep breaths. Margaret liked that Corrine was still clinging to her arm as she walked her over to an old model Jaguar, it was a 1961 XK 150S. Not that Corrine knew what it was, it could have been a Tesla for all she cared at that moment. Margaret unlocked the car with a key and opened her door. The leather seat was cold on her backside even after she pulled the cardigan down to sit on. The seat belts again were old-fashioned to her and non-retractable, which to her seemed strangely odd. She struggled at first to find it and after it was explained to her, she was still none the wiser. Margaret found the buckle for her and carefully adjusted the belt, her arm brushed against Corrine's chest, sending electric shock waves rushing to her core. Corrine rested her head backward, but there were no headrests. Her head went right back and she gasped.

"Oh, wow. How old is this car?" She asked in amazement.

"It is a classic, much like me," Margaret answered. "It was built in 1961, so it's a few years older than me,"

The radio didn't even have FM so she listened to whatever Margaret had on. The ABC classical station. It fits in with the car, the person, and the whole atmosphere. Corrine felt so relaxed and adult-like.

Margaret brought the car to life, it growled and then purred as she let it warm up. She managed the manual car like a veteran she was. She carefully guided the engine through the gears until she found a comfortable speed just within the speed limit. Corrine turned towards her and watched as she took the car through the back streets and out onto the motorway. There she allowed the car to roar. Corrine smiled as she was pushed back into her seat. Margaret turned the music down and started to talk to her.

"What are your plans when you are finished with your schooling?" She asked.

"Not sure yet, going to University and getting an arts degree I think,"

"Why?" Margaret asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Something I want to do,"

"So you have no plans for the future then? What about a family and some sort of career?" She asked as they drove on, through the now crowded city streets.

"A family," Corrine replied laughing. "No, no plans for a family, I don't have a maternal bone in my body,"

"You might not but when the right girl comes along, she might want a family, have you ever thought of that?" She was asked.

"No, not really, I am not really looking to find someone to settle down with. Besides, when I do she would have to think a lot like me,"

Margaret smiled to herself then looked across at the gorgeous young woman, dressed only in a woollen cardigan. Their eyes locked on to each other and Corrine rested her hand high on the thigh of the glamorous older woman.

As her hand rose higher, the car went faster, "Careful Corrine, we might get a speeding fine if you go much higher,"

Corrine left her hand there, then quickly rubbed Margaret's core with the side of her hand and then withdrew it quickly. Margret's breathing quickened as she sped through a red light at an empty traffic intersection, the red light camera flashed as it recorded her indiscretion.

"Bugga, see what you made me do. That's going to cost me over five hundred and thirty dollars. And a please explain from my bosses. Now behave or I'll take my cardigan back,"

Corrine laughed and mumbled an apology. Then asked, "How will your boss find out?"

"My bosses always find out," And she left it at that. She pulled the classic Jaguar into a modern suburban home. The roller door opened as she approached and she pulled the car into her garage and waited until the door had closed before turning to Corrine and looked at her, a smile etched on her lips. Corrine shuddered. She wasn't sure if it was just the cold chill in the air that a winter's night held or that sultry look Margaret had on her face.

"Come on, let's get you inside out of the cold,"

Corrine turned towards her in her leather car seat, brought her leg up under her backside and then pulled the cardigan down to cover her womanhood, a small show of modesty. She rested her hands in her lap as if she were protecting her core. She held Margaret's gaze before telling her. "You're different to the others aren't you?"

"Different in what way?" She replied.

"Well you aren't pushy for a start and you are so," She hesitated, searching for the right word, before saying. "So.... Charming, débonnaire," [debonaire] She said in a flourish and with a strong accented French tone.

Margaret dropped her head and chuckled then without lifting her head too much she looked at the young Corrine, her eyes glistening, sparkling. "I think that is the most gracious compliment anyone has given me. Thank you,"

They held each other's gaze before Corrine moved an inch forward and Margaret met her mouth with her own. She put her hand behind the young girl's head and kissed her slowly, with warmth, with lust, with passion. That kiss started it what Corrine thought would be a night was full of sexual pleasure. The lust that Corrine had to bed an older woman was met with equal endeavour by the older woman's desire to have this sweet girl in her bed at her fingertips. At her will.

Their lovemaking was to continue long into the night. First, it was Corrine who wanted to demonstrate her need for this older woman and worked her into a position beneath her, their legs apart joining each other at their core. Their wild thrashing drove each into a racing climax, an orgasm of great intensity. Clinging to each other's bodies, repositioning themselves to get the contact they both desired and needed. Their orgasms were not the same. In fact only one of them came.

Margaret came first in a hearted rush while Corrine continued to push her fiery mound onto the older women's now raw and enriched labia lips and Margaret tried to help her young lover to reach her climax. Soon she collapsed with exhaustion and lay there, on top of Margaret, who slowly started kissing her again, her neck, her throat, and she rolled her over as she took a nipple into her mouth and suckled it and nipped at it. Short, hard bites at her lipstick covered nipples. Corrine's back arched trying desperately to get her lover to go further. She felt her fingers at her opening and spread her legs even wider to welcome the two fingers trying to enter her. She waited as she felt a finger quickly followed by a second, she then felt a third trying to enter her and her eyes flew open.

Margaret told her to stop resisting her as her three fingers began to slowly push into her. The look in her eyes was that of determination. Corrine had never been penetrated as such before. Soon the fingers were past her opening and the pain she felt earlier with Francis came back to her. She tried to control Margarets hand to no avail. She grabbed Margarets wrist, fist with one hand then her other. It looked like she was trying to force the woman's hand into her. She wasn't. Her hands around her wrist didn't stop the older woman who kept plunging her hand into her.

"Stop, Stop, STOP," She cried, her voice getting louder and louder. Margaret withdrew her hand. and started to rub the young girl's core and tweaking at her clit, flicking it and pinching it. Margaret had a sadistic smile on her face.

"What's the matter Corrine, I thought you could take that and a lot more?" There was a note of disappointment in her voice.

Corrine was crying. Margaret pushed her to one side. "I thought you would be tougher Corrine. What a disappointment you are,"

She got up and headed out of the room and came back with two glasses of whisky, both were of ample proportions. "Here sip on this and stop your crying girl," She told her. And sat on the edge of the bed. She looked down at Corrine the look of disappointment still on her face.

Corrine took a sip and spluttered, "Why so rough?" She asked. The tears still in her eyes.

Margaret didn't respond straight away and drank half of the glass of whisky in one mouthful.

"I like rough sexual encounters, the stories I had heard about you were the same. It seems you can dish it out but not take it." She finished her glass and then using it as a pointer she told Corrine. "The way you handled Francis this evening I thought you were exactly what I needed,"

Corrine watched the woman, this Jeckel and Hyde, a sweet and gentle, a loving soul and in an instant a raving sexual lunatic. She sat there in the bed, feeling her inner core hurt as though attacked with sandpaper, not that she knew what sandpaper would feel like down there. She stood up and turned to Margaret, "Take me back to Madeleine's," She demanded.

"I'm not taking you anywhere tonight," Came the reply.

Corrine knew what she wanted to do and took a bigger gulp of the whisky, then put the glass down onto the bedside table, she got off the bed and walked around to face Margaret.

Margaret watched her every move and as she approached, she put her hand up as if to stroke Corrine's cheek. The smile on her lips was one of excitement. Corrine took hold of her wrist and arm and threw her over her hip. She held onto her arm as she landed half on the bed and half on the floor with a hefty thump. She screamed and Corrine sat on her upper torso. She held the arm tightly and straight; her wrist was at ninety degrees. her screaming now wasn't in fright but pain, intense pain.

"You have a job to do Margaret," She told her through gritted teeth. As she applied even more pressure onto her wrist, inducing more pain.

"Aaaarrrgggghhh, what," She screamed out loudly, her body being in the most uncomfortable position.

This time it was Corrine in charge and applied even more pain to her wrist. Margaret was told what she had to do. "I haven't cum yet,"

And with that statement, she threw the wrist away from her, then grabbed her hair, and banged her head on the floor. Corrine stood up and turned around squatting over her face, facing Margarets feet. She pulled her legs up by her ankles and got her to bend her knees. She spread her knees to open her up, a most disadvantaged position. She lowered her wounded core onto Margarets face. "Now make me cum, gently, your cunt is wide open to me now, so any more pain from you comes back tenfold. Understood?"

Margaret couldn't speak as she was already busy slurping and licking Corrine sore pussy. She stayed like that until Corrine came with a heated rush some ten minutes later. she had let go of Margarets ankles well into the action and slumped forward onto the older woman's pelvic bone, making her jump. Eventually she stood up and helped Margaret up and they both climbed into bed. In minutes they were asleep, cuddling each other.

When Margaret woke the following morning, Corrine was still sound asleep cuddling into her, spooning into her back. As soon as she moved, she felt Corrine's hand cup her bosom, and pinch a nipple, she moaned. "I need to use the bathroom sweetie. Hold that thought,"

Corrine hadn't opened her eyes and just grunted. Margaret slipped out of bed, put a silk robe on, and then disappeared down the hallway and into the bathroom. Corrine moved over into the place that Margaret had just left. She smiled as the memories of the night's experiences strolled around in her mind; she laid back taking in the aromas they had both made. She didn't realise just how erotic violence could be.

She remembered a particular passage of a book she read as a teenager with the twins. 'oh les exigences sexuelles que nous nous faisions l'une à l'autre.' [oh the sexual demands we made on each other] She giggled and sighed and felt contented with life.

A phone on the bedside table started to ring and out of instinct she rolled over and picked it up. Then remembered, just in time, where she was. She jumped out of bed and went in search of the bathroom, phone in hand. "Maggie darling, your phone is ringing, someone you call AC2 wants to talk to you?"

Margaret appeared at the door, ringing wet, having jumped out of the shower, she stuck her head around the door and asked in a panic, "You didn't answer it?"

"No, of course not," Corrine replied. And handed the phone to her. The gap in the doorway was no more than four inches. Corrine put her hand on the door and stopped her from closing it wanting to see the glamorous woman in all her morning glory.

The sun shone through the bathroom window catching the water on her naked body and turning the droplets into diamonds, glistening and creating a memory that would stay with Corrine for a long, long time.

She smiled at the older woman and watched as she tried to cover herself holding a towel with just one hand as she took the phone with the other. Corrine smiled and edged away from the bathroom door.

She heard Margaret speak as she answered the phone. "Good Morning Sir," and the door closed. Corrine leaned up against the door and felt both sated and excited wanting more of her new lover.