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you too, Jenny," Mary said. Her voice trembled slightly. She felt as if she were on the verge of something very important, and also very frightening. The dark house, completely unknown to her, and the flickering light of the single candle did nothing to put her at east. She almost jumped and cried out when Jennifer shifted against her back.
    The slim maid squirmed. Her hips rocked, pressing against Mary's backside and then releasing again. Dainty hands wandered lower along Mary's sides. "Not like that, Mary." Jennifer nuzzled the noblewoman's ear; blew warm breath across it. She cupped Mary's hips in her palms and held their bodies close at the waist. A little shiver rubbed her breasts up and down along Mary's back. "Don't you like me...more than other girls?" she asked, almost plaintively. "Like a lover, Mary. Even a little? We've shared a bed for so long; more than you're ever like to with a husband, even."
    Mary shuddered. Her chest felt tight, and she realized she was panting for breath, as if she'd run for miles down rough country lanes. She brushed her breasts with her fingertips, still trying to conceal them, and found the nipples swollen and straining. Dimpled gooseflesh covered her areolae.
    "Jennifer," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I don't understand. I'm not -- I've never -- that's not a thing I know about, Jenny." She startled herself by groaning aloud as her maid's hands slipped down the curve of her hips and cupped her bottom instead, squeezing the curves like the frame of a bustle -- but much warmer and gentler!
    Pressed against Mary's back, Jennifer quivered with excitement. "Oh, Mary!" she murmured happily. "You liked that, didn't you?" Her hands kneaded gently, and Mary let out another trembling moan. Her body was flush, tense, and trembling. The touch was no more than a gentle massage, the same Jennifer had done for her shoulders thousands of time, but somehow it made Mary burn inside as if she had a fever. She leaned into Jennifer's grip instinctively, and shuddered at the pleasure her friend's touch sent through her.
    "Oh my goodness," Jennifer murmured lovingly. "You do like that." She giggled softly. Her fingers curled and tugged. A protest, strangled-sounding, welled up in Mary's throat as she felt her linen drawers sliding lower. Jennifer silenced her with a nip on the ear. "Shh!" she instructed firmly. "Wait. Here, let me."
    Mary's eyes widened in shock. The waistband of her drawers slipped to her knees . A fingertip trailed down the curve of her bottom, right between the full cheeks. Jennifer's wriggling warmth squirmed and pressed against Mary's back. Something brushed across the rim of her dark hole, hidden in the depths of her crack, and Mary went weak at the knees. Jennifer was being so strange, so wrong , and yet it felt so good...
    "Oh God, Mary." Jennifer's voice was husky and deep. She planted a kiss on the trembling Mary's cheek. Her hands quivered, and Mary quivered back, transfixed by the growing pressure on her unspeakable back door. Nothing on earth could have convinced her to move away from Jennifer's tender touch, in that moment. "Mary," her maid whispered. "Lover. Yes. I want your ass."
    Mary shuddered at the word. She'd never heard Jennifer curse at her before, though the maid would occasionally slip up and mutter something rude in the course of her household chores. It was a fairly mild word, as far as such things went, but Mary was still a noblewoman, however odd of one, and she had a noblewoman's restraint.
    Or she had had a noblewoman's restraint, at any rate, before her best friend and servant started fondling her ass. Mary blushed to the roots of her dark hair as she realized how long she'd been standing in the dark, savoring the feeling of Jennifer's squeezing hands. Someone needed to have put a stop to their madness a good five minutes ago, at least.
    Cloth rustled behind her -- Jennifer shedding her drawers, Mary realized. She opened her mouth to protest, but a hard