Camille and Jess had been stuck in the carriage for ages. Camille's uncle, Baron Seward, had summoned them to his estate two days away from where they lived, and the journey had been tedious. It was the end of the first day, and Camille could hear the driver discuss possible places to stop with the serving man. Jess sighed and Camille looked over at her. They had been best friends since before Camille could remember, and she was so happy that Jess had agreed to accompany her. The carriage suddenly came to a halt, and the driver climbed down and opened the door.
"Begging your pardons, misses, but it's beginning to rain and the horses don't look like they can go much farther tonight," he said. "There's a castle a half a mile away that looks like it might give us some hospitality."
"Thank you, Eric," Camille replied. He smiled and shut the door and the carriage began to move again.
"Hopefully there's something interesting to do in this castle," Jess said idly. "I'm bored."
Camille smiled at her friend. Jess was always bored unless there were men paying her attention. She was a stunningly attractive girl, tall for her eighteen years, with red curly hair, pale skin and an hourglass figure. Her large breasts bulged underneath the tight strapping of her gown, and Camille felt her eyes linger there. Ashamed, she turned away. She didn't know what it was about Jess that made her look at her in a way that a man looks at a woman, but in the past year or so, Camille couldn't help but stare at her friend's breasts as they bounced when they went riding, or her large, shapely rear when Jess bent to pet the manor cat. Camille glanced down at herself and bit her lip. She looked nothing like Jess at all. Her hair was dark and straight, and where Jess had lavish curves, Camille was small, her figure all but boyish. Her breasts were half the size of Jess's, and her hips were narrow. She had never attracted attention from men like Jess did, and her father quite worried about getting her married at all.
The carriage came to a stop and Jess looked out of the window. "We're here," she said cheerfully. The serving man opened the door and the ladies got out, their expensive shoes sliding a little in the mud. The driver was right; the rain was coming down in buckets, and they ran to the shelter of the castle door. The serving man banged on the door and a few moments later, a young woman opened it. Camille was amazed. The girl wore nothing but a grey cloth around her hips, leaving her full breasts bare. Her blue eyes looked at the travellers in amazement. "Yes?" she asked.
"These are Sir Allen Barker and Sir Walter Oakley's daughters. They need shelter for the night," the serving man said, unable to take his eyes away from the girl's erect pink nipples.