The Lady And The Orphan Ch 03 Together

[This is the third and final part of the story Pix and I have been writing]

"thank you darling Pix for all your help and love"

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Pixie woke first and watched June sleeping for a while. just leaning on her elbows and admiring her as she slept, her perfect body stretched out and obviously contented.

Getting from the bed, Pixie walked to the bathroom to do her early morning pee, accidentally knocking the door, and waking June, who looked around the room trying to remember how she got there.

June heard Pixie, she giggled, but not before realising that the noise of her peeing got her rather excited. She put it out of her mind as Pixie came back into the room.

"Oh you are awake."

"I hope I didn't wake you?"

"Well, I'd say no, but as it happens," June said, giggling like a Cheshire Cat. "Thank you for last night. I've never slept so well in years, especially in a bed like this," she added, lifting her arms to show it off. "Of course the hour or so before was even more special for me and I hope for you also."

"June my darling, as you said last night, is the Pope Catholic? Oh, and just for the record, I never do just one-night stands," Pixie added as she jumped on the bed and kissed her.

They kissed and cuddled before Pixie said:

"Right young lady, Breakfast! But first we need to find you some clothes."

Grabbing her hand she led June to the spare bedroom, where there was another large bed, not a four poster, but a deep luxurious mattress with cleaned white sheets.

Pixie opened the wardrobe as June's eyes popped out of her head. There before her eyes on the rack hung Gucci, Burberry, Dior and even Stella McCartney. The one thing June knew about was fashion, if only from many years reading in shop doorways, hotel car parks and town park benches. June's taste was impeccable she had learnt from one article to another that ladies' fashion was not only desirable but had status. But she had never thought she could touch let alone wear such clothes.

Pixie smiled, clearly hoping that June would be pleased.

"I don't know if you will like any of these, but my sister has so many clothes she often leaves them here. I doubt she would even remember what she has here. I think you two are about the same size, 8 or 10 perhaps?"

"Are you kidding me? These are top fashion labels, how on earth?"

Before June could complete her question, Pixie butted in:

"Darling, our family is rich, and her husband works in the city, these are just second nature to her, so help yourself."

June grabbed one dress after another holding up to the mirror, never before could she have imagined such gorgeous silk and satin might be wrapped around her body. She could see the grin on Pixie's face, so she quickly tried on a Gucci floral cotton dress, giving it a twirl.

"What do you think?"

Pixie, contrary to her usual state, seemed lost for words. In truth, she was looking at June and thinking how utterly perfect she seemed.

"We must find you some underwear and shoes."

"Shoes, yes," June giggled, "but are you sure about the undies? I can't imagine keeping them on long with you in the room!"

Pixie blushed a little, which made her seem even cuter to June. She opened another closet which had shoes on shelves, and a draw of underwear.

"Those red soles," said June," you do know they are Jimmy Choo?"

Pixie just smiled at her new friend's excitement

"I had an inkling," she said with another giggle.

Within half an hour June looked a million dollars. All that was needed was a hair appointment and she would be a new woman. Her face was so natural that makeup would have spoilt her complexion - all that was necessary was a little lip gloss and as they say in the North - job done.

"You are sure, Pixie?" June asked, still hardly daring to believe the evidence of her own senses.

"Oh yes, you look so beautiful darling. But I do have something to ask?"

"Ask away," June smiled, still looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"You talked about not taking charity, June, and you know this is not that, it is helping you be who you are meant to be. But, well, you are gorgeous, and are you sure you want to be with someone as plain as me?"

June looked pole axed. She thought Pixie was beautiful, how could such a porcelain doll of a woman not see she was attractive and desirable? Then it hit her, this really was going to be a relationship where each of them gave the other something she needed.

"Any more of that, Pixie, and I'll be spanking that bum again. You're lovely!"

Pixie bit her lower lip, which, for June, made her even more desirable.

"You, you really think so?"

"Yes, and stop it, you are just trying to get me to spank that cute bum!"

"Yes, Miss," Pixie giggled.

"I am not a Miss, Pixie, but, if you need it, I can be?"

Pixie grinned.

"Correct me, but I have a feeling we both have urges we can help each other with?"

It was June's turn to grin broadly as she pulled Pixie to her, and they kissed.

That was the prelude to an idyllic couple of days which were spent in the house, sorting clothes, and making love, exploring each other, and growing more attached, finding out about those little desires, like the odd spanking or two and June's love of sucking toes. These were interspersed with the odd trip to the shop, and of course that hairdresser's appointment; life was good. No one recognised June, although she knew them.

The two of them had agreed not to tell anyone who June had been. Tall and beautiful, she was the recipient of many admiring male glances, but she knew where her heart belonged. She marvelled at the change in her situation as she walked down the street, passing a shop doorway that she had slept in only two weeks previously.

At the end of the week the doorbell range. June panicked and ran upstairs.

Looking down, she saw her lover embrace a beautiful, tall, and elegant older woman. Was this a lover? June's heartbeat faster. The two women were certainly embracing warmly.

"I have a house guest," Pixie declared, looking upstairs.

"Oh, where is she?" The elegant woman followed Pixie's gaze.

"June, please come on downstairs and meet my sister, Ella."

June felt relieved. That was the sister with the expensive clothes. She walked down as if she was a princess, each step elegantly placed

"June meet Ella, Ella, meet June."

June held out her hand, but Ella leaned in for a kiss on her cheek.

"Your taste is improving, Pixie. It's a pleasure to meet you, June. I like those clothes - they seem oddly familiar."

"I told you, darling, that I had given them to June, her own outfits needed updating.

"Well, all I can say, June, is that you look like a million dollars in them. Now all you need to do is to help my brainbox of a sister to attain half your fashion sense. And please, June, help yourself to what you want, I'm sure I will never need them, and they have a perfect home with you. Well, sis," she smiled, turning to Pixie, "you're a dark horse, that's for sure. Papa will admire your new belle. Do keep her in order, June, she needs a firm hand now and then."

She and June giggled conspiratorially,

"And any friend of my little sister Pixie is a friend of mine, I can see you will be good for her."

She gave June a hug, which made her feel welcome.

Ella winked at Pixie, knowing exactly who she, was because Pixie had phoned her three days previous telling all about June. At which point, Ella had demanded to meet the person her sweet sister was falling in love with. To her delight she knew June was just perfect.

Little did June realise they had planned the visit to make her feel welcome.

The three girls chatted and laughed, Ella being quite inquisitive about June's past. Not one of concern, but genuine interest as to how she lived for so long under those conditions.

"Well you should try it," said June with a smile, "surely it's only fair as I'm having to live in your lifestyle." June winked at Pixie.

This was June winding up Ella, knowing full well she wouldn't last an hour.

"Oh come on, that's just typical, you have all you want and are not prepared to make a sacrifice of a few days on the street to see how tough it can be for the less well off."

Ella looked embarrassed, wondering how she could get out of this

"I'm rather busy at work just now, it could be difficult to find the time," she said trying to avoid any commitment.

Pixie by now, knew where this was heading and started to laugh.

"June stop it, that's not fair and you know it, you're just teasing Ella."

June laughed too, "l know, I'm sorry," and she gave Ella a hug.

They all laughed as Pixie gave June a kiss.

Once Ella had gone. The two new lovers went upstairs, June following Pixie as she admired that perky bottom.

"I think that might need some attention Miss Pixie," she said, patting Pixie.

"Ohhh no you won't!"

"Ohhh yes I will!"

Grabbing Pixie, she took her over her knee and, flicking up her skirt, she began to spank her:

Whack..."Owww"

Whack..."Owww"

Whack..."Owww"

"Now that's for not telling me about your sister coming over. No more secrets!"

"Yes Miss, I promise."

Whack. "Promise what?"

"Promise to tell you if I speak to my sister again."

Whack. "Oh that doesn't worry me"

Whack. "No more secrets"

She delivered three more hard spanks to Pixie's bum.

By now Pixie was dripping, her panties soaked, never before had she felt this way. Yes, she had a fetish for the odd spanking, but coming from June took it to a whole new level.

June too was excited and put her hand between Pixie's thighs slipping a finger to the source of dampness. She pushed it in. Pixie moaned loudly.

After just a week June knew where and how to control her lover, and she poked, she prodded, she finger fucked until Pixie just exploded all over her hand.

"Ohhh June, I love you, don't stop, please."

June, always happy to oblige, continued until Pixie had a second, intense orgasm.

"Now," said June, "go and run the bath for us."

She patted Pixie's reddened cheeks, and smiled as her lover scurried off to run the bath.

The bath, as with everything else in the house, was huge. Big enough for three let alone petite Pixie. So she had no problem sharing with her new love.

Climbing in behind June she started to kiss her neck, having slowly created a gap by parting her hair. June's hair was longer than Pixie's, it had been even longer, but after the hairdresser took her scissors to it, now just over shoulder length. Long and blonde strands of silkiness, Pixie thought as she caressed her lover.

Pixie's hands reached round the front of June and cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples until they were hard like bullets. She massaged them as they talked.

"Time to fulfil your promise," June said.

"What promise?"

"The one you made me when asking me to stay."

"I made no promise."

"Yes, you did!"

"No."

June turned round quickly in the bath to look Pixie in the eye, annoyed at her defiance, only to find Pixie giggling with laughter.

"Got you!"

"Ahhh," June screamed

"That'll teach you to wind up my sister," Pixie said, laughing.

They both laughed as Pixie kissed her full on the mouth. working her body so that June's legs were either side.

"I actually thought we would do just that next week if you still want to, we can get some stuff from the Charity shop to wear".

June smiled and kissed her again, as Pixie's finger began to work into June's pussy. By now it was much looser, and one thing Pixie discovered is that June loved to be stretched and filled. She seemed to orgasm harder when she was.

Easing one finger in, then two followed by a third, her movements gave June a pleasure she had never experienced before these last two weeks. Pushing and thrusting before cupping her thumb and forcing her whole hand into June, Pixie delighted in pleasing her gorgeous lover.

June moaned loudly, splashing and riding Pixie's hand as she worked her fist in, twisting, turning, and hitting the nerves to send sensations through June's whole body.

She screamed, she bucked, she shook, she spasmed....

"YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS" "YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!"

Pixie had her, she had a lover like no other, she had never been happier.

Words came flooding out.

"I love you June Peters!"

"I love you too, Lady Pixie!"

They collapsed into the water arms wrapped round each other kissing.

And so, on Monday, after a weekend of bliss, the day arrived.

June had been to the charity shop, and as well as buying the clothes, had, at Pixie's suggestion, made a substantial donation.

"I would hate to deprive people who need these clothes," Pixie said, "so let us give something back."

June looked at her lover. If only, she thought, other rich people were like that. But the task of "un-poshing" Pixie, as she called it, demanded her full attention.

As Pixie seldom wore makeup that was not a problem. She had told Pixie not to have a shower, but just wash her face and hands across the weekend. For herself, slipping back into who she had been easy enough, and as she pulled up the plain cotton panties and fitted herself into the non-matching bra, she thought, not for the first time, how lucky she had been to meet Pixie. She put on the old jeans and a tee-shirt and a sweater, putting some warm clothes and a sleeping bag in the trolly, along with some clothes for Pixie.

Pixie watched, transfixed by the transformation, but still seeing the angel in the marble. She worried she would not be able to do it. It was not the deprivations, she fasted regularly, and she lived as simply as she could. It was, she thought, a fear of the unknown.

As June laid her clothing out, Pixie felt as though more than her old clothing was being stripped away. She was, as June knew, fond of fine underwear, it was one of her few luxuries, and putting on the cotton panties with the flowery pattern, made her shiver; it reminded her of Tay.

There was no need for a bra, but June had found her a bralette to help protect her nipples, and as it seemed all but impossible to find trousers in Pixie's size, June had found her a long tee-shirt dress with some warm tights. Pixie loved the care that June had taken. She needed the hug.

"There, that will be fine darling, and don't worry, I will take care of you."

Pixie didn't; she knew June would.

June loaded her old trolly with the clothes, blankets, and some supplies - fruit and chocs, which made Pixie smile.

"One thing to remember my love," June said:

"Street people, look after their own. No-one will take anything."

And so, leaving by the back gate, June and Pixie began what the latter called their 'pilgrimage.' She needed to know how her love had lived, but more than that, she felt that the experience itself would, in some way she could not define, bring them closer together.

They wandered into the shopping centre. Pixie looked round. No one seemed to notice them. What a change from the last time they had been here, when June's outfit had caught every eye.

They spent the first night under a bridge, it was a well-known haunt and quite a gathering of June's old friends, to whom she introduced Pixie: Mary, Scratch, Midge, Joe, Rose, and Billy Whizz. They all welcomed the newcomer, no questions asked. She seemed a shy little thing, but any friend of June's was a friend of theirs.

The eight of them circled round an old oil drum that was used as a fire pit, burning whatever rubbish they could gather. It produced heat but not quite enough to keep the cold from reaching Pixie's bones.

Pixie's eyes were opened that night, as she discovered the original life of all June's friends, who were happy to talk.

Mary, aged about 36, like Pixie, was an orphan like June and had been roaming the streets for over twenty years.

Scratch was, a tall young man, and had hit hard times through drugs then stealing. He had spent nine months in prison and had only the bleakest of futures to look forward to.

Midge was the youngest, only eighteen had run away from home to escape an abusive stepfather.

Joe and Rose, in their 20's, were in fact married and through hard times had lost everything to being too ambitious and getting in debt.

Billy Whizz, the eldest, was an accountant he had the world at his feet, was very happy and had it all: good house, wife, two kids, company car, until one fateful day when he miscalculated an investment, and within two months had lost everything, wife, house, status, family. But he never lost his charm.

It was a cold night, and laying on a pavement, sleeping under a blanket, although cuddled up to June, was not conducive to sleep for Pixie, who eventually dropped off snuggling up tight to June.

The next morning the sun shone, it was warm, and birds sang in the trees. Pixie felt a little better and before she and June moved on, had given all her store of fruit bars, mars bars and chocolate to the six that remained. That was Pixie's nature.

They walked the streets, laughed, and chatted, met storekeepers, policemen,

market traders, each welcoming June, and her new friend, because they all knew June with her angelic face and warm heart. Pixie was in awe of the life she lived.

The weather changed, the wind blew, the rain fell from the sky, this was the hardship of living rough. Both Pixie and June were soaking, not even the blankets were dry.

Lying in an old bus shelter they huddled together drifting off to sleep before waking the moment a car drove past.

Pixie dosed. She dreamed of her warm bath, warm bed and making love to June. Kissing and cuddling. Her tongue running down Junes body as her skin gave way to the caressing. Lapping at June's sweet nectar and sucking her clit. Taking June to places of erotic ecstasy that even she hadn't read about in those magazines behind Leeds Shopping Centre.

June snuggled her.

"You're being very brave, darling, I'd have thought you'd have cried off before now."

"I have that choice, your friends don't. When we get back, I want to help them. Do you think they would mind?"

"Is the Pope a Catholic?"

"Good question!" said Pixie, who rather had her doubts. "What I had in mind was talking to some of the Church agencies and seeing if we could find suitable places and ways forward for your friends."

June's heart melted.

"Of course, that is so sweet of you, so not charity?"

"No, opportunities."

"Good. Now darling, let me give you this," she said, handing her a crumpled piece of paper. "I have to go for a while, but will catch you later. If you stay around there - you may be able to get shelter from this rain. See you later!"

Pixie trusted June.

She felt so along and vulnerable, but she put her best foot forward. It took her an hour to get to the address in the piece of paper. She felt cold, shivering, and destitute.

Then, around the next corner was a church building, a sign pointing to a soup kitchen. Pixie's eyes opened. Warmth and maybe a bowl of soup she thought.

Gingerly, she opened the door further. A tall slim, blonde woman greeted her.

"Can I help?" She asked Pixie.

She seemed nice and was strangely familiar, so ever trying to be cheerful, Pixie responded:

"Only if you're a magician," she laughed.

"I'm a wizard with soup if that helps. "

"I'm starving"

"Well, you are in the right place. I am June by the way, come and take a seat, I'll get you something hot too."

"Hello," she said smiling, I'm Pixie."

Suddenly the sun broke through the clouds and a beam of light shone through the window and lit up the faces of them both.