(Author's Note - Hello all and thank you once again for reading my tales! This follows on from Part 1, so if you haven't already I suggest you start there, first. The book that Lulu and Agatha read is a real Victorian erotica, written and published anonymously.)Please feel free to rate and comment!) (
The next morning, as Florence had breakfast with her aunt, she started to ask questions about the young lady who was to become her ward. They sat in the conservatory around a circular table adorned with toast, jams and marmalade and a large pot of tea. Sunlight was already streaming through the large plate windows.
"Marjory, why do you think that Lulu requires a mentor?" Florence watched as her aunt take a sip of her tea before answering. She looked at Florence and said, "Florence dear, have you ever thought about what your life might have been like, had it not been for the war and your experiences there? Just suppose, for a moment, that there had been no global conflict, and you had returned home after graduating from St Cath's."
Florence sat back in her chair, staring at the tablecloth, trying to imagine.
"Well, I don't know, Marjory. It's a lot to consider... Without the war, mummy and father would have still been alive, this would still be my home...a whole generation of men would still be alive and, well, I imagine I'd be introduced to some of the local upper class in the hopes of getting hitched. By now, I'd imagine I'd have a family; three or four children of my own to look after."
"Do you think that version of yourself, Florence, would she recognise herself in you?"
"I dare say she wouldn't, Marjory. I'm sure a life such as that would have been satisfying for me, once upon a time. I cannot say whether my experiences during the war have bettered me, but they have certainly altered my destiny."
Marjory took hold of Florence's hand and said, "Indeed they have, Florence. You've had to find your own way in the world, without relying on family or tradition to dictate who you are or what you can achieve. Now, consider Lulu, just graduating. The alternate life you described, well, that would have been Her's also. Except, there are far less eligible bachelors now. No, Florence, I feel Lulu needs the opportunity to embrace the modern world and see where it leads. Who knows? It may even lead right back to here! But for the time being, Florence darling, I want her to experience, well, everything!"
"And you think a decadent tart like me is the right person to look after her?"
"Absolutely!" Marjory exclaimed. "Florence, you are someone who loves sex in many different guises, I can tell. And I am wholly convinced your experiences, skills and knowledge will be of great assistance and benefit."
"Is she aware of these plans of yours?" asked Florence.
"Well, she knows I was making enquiries. I shall be writing to her to let her know the news."
"In that case, I shall also write a note, which you can contain with your letter. It will be a short introduction from me to let her know how much I'm looking forward to our meeting!"
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Florence spent the afternoon in her room, sitting at the bureau and writing her letter to Lulu. She wondered what she'd be like, whether her sexual curiosity had gotten the better of her, whether she was shy and retiring or proactive and confident -- in life and the bedroom, she thought smiling.
She rang the servant's bell at four in the afternoon, and when she answered the knock at her door, she was pleased to see Juliet. She stood in her maid's uniform, her hair tied back in a neat bun.
"You called, Miss?" she asked.
"Yes, Juliet. I've written a note to be included in my aunt's letter to her stepdaughter." She handed over a sealed envelope, upon which she'd written "Lulu". Juliet took it and placed it in her pocket.
"Is that everything, Miss?" she smiled.
"Actually, there is something else. Please, come in." She took Juliet's hand and led her to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. As Juliet looked upon her reflection, Florence walked behind her, placing her hands on her shoulders, stroking them.
Juliet reached up and placed her fingers on top of Florence's hand looking at their reflection, and softly asked, "What can I do for you, Miss?" She sighed as Florence kissed the side of her neck and whispered in her ear, "Its more what I'm going to do for you, Juliet. If you will allow me, I'm going to thank you, in my own way, for the lovely service you provided me..."
"Oh, Miss that isn't necessary -- ohh!" Juliet tried to turn her head to look at Florence, but She firmly held her throat and chin.
"Keep your eyes on your reflection, please, Juliet", murmured Florence. She let her hand slide down Juliet's throat and across the top of her bosom and started to unbutton her black blouse. Juliet kept still, catching Florence's gaze when she looked up from kissing her neck. Florence forcibly opened her uniform enough to push her hand inside, cupping Juliet's generously sized breast over her bra.
"Do you like what you see, Juliet?" Florence whispered in her ear, her full lips rubbing against her lobe.
"Yes Miss," breathed Juliet.
"Lift up your skirt, dear"
Juliet immediately complied, lifting her skirt to her waist. She wore black stockings underneath with a garter, framing her crotchless knickers.
"Mm, delicious, Juliet. I see you tend to your lady garden, also."
Juliet blushed a little. "Yes Miss," was all she could say. She kept her eyes on her reflection, focused on Florence's slender fingers making their way downward. She moaned loudly when they made contact with her remaining fur, pushing through it, down over her vulva.
"You're already wet, Juliet," whispered Florence to her reflection.
"Yes Miss, I can't help it Miss."
Florence's fingers slide either side of her slit now, sliding back and forth, pressing her labia together.
"How does that feel, Juliet? Do you play with your mistress like this?" Florence's lips hardly left her ear.
"Oh, Miss..." she moaned, leaning back into Florence, arching her body. Florence's deft fingers started to circle Juliet's clit, lightly, slickly.
"Look at yourself, Juliet. You're being played like a violin, and I'm your conductor and maestro all in one, hmm?" Juliet was writhing now, her eyes half-closed, her breathing ragged and accompanied by loud moans.
Florence was directly rubbing her clit now, urging Juliet towards her climax.
"Keep your eyes open Juliet. Look at yourself.... look at me. Do you like me controlling you this way?"
"Oh God Miss!"
Juliet stiffened then went limp in her arms for a moment. Florence steadied her against her own body, letting her regain her composure. Juliet straightened her skirt and cleared her throat. Florence poured her a glass of water, handing it to her.
After a moment, Florence took hold of Juliet's hand.
"Juliet... I hope that... well I hope that what we... what I just did." Juliet suddenly placed her own hand on top of Florence's.
"What we just did Miss, it was assuredly welcome and in keeping with the spirit of our encounter yesterday. It was very sweet of you; I usually enjoy giving and can be a bit self-conscious when...attention is paid to me. But, Miss, I daresay I could not resist nor refuse your gratitude!"
"Please ensure my aunt receives the note for Lulu, Juliet. Thank you, that will be all."
