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“No, it’s not that Lizzy. It’s Mr Collins.”

  “What about him? Does he speak harshly to you? Does he beat you?”

  “Lizzy, he barely touches me at all. We haven’t been married for very long, but we are only intimate once per month. At best.”

  “Once a month? Is that Mr Collins’ choice or yours?”

  “It isn’t mine, Lizzy. It’s my husband. He doesn’t seem at all interested in physical relations. When I try to entice him to my bed, he makes some excuse or other. He says he is preparing a sermon or reading an improving book.”

  Lizzy suddenly felt guilty about her wonderful love life with Darcy.

  “I’m very sorry to hear it, Charlotte.”

  “Is there anything I can do, Lizzy?”

  “Have you thought about taking a lover?”

  “No, of course not. I made vows on the day I was married. I said I would not feel the touch of another man while my husband and I were one. I intend to keep those vows, Lizzy.”

  “Touch of a man did you say?” said Lizzy with an impish grin.

  “Yes, that’s right. Why, what are you implying, Lizzy?”

  “Well, you didn’t say anything about the touch of a woman, did you?”

  “I don’t know what you mean. Touch of a woman?”

  “Then let me show you,” whispered Lizzy.

  She put her arm around Charlotte’s neck and drew her closer. She kissed Charlotte sweetly on the mouth. Surprised, Charlotte pulled back and looked at Lizzy confused.

  “Lizzy, what are you doing?”

  “Trying to show you how wonderful the touch of a woman can be.”

  “You mean…”

  “Oh yes,” said Lizzy casually, “I have experience of love with another woman.”

  Charlotte looked at her friend, trying to make sense of what she had said.

  “Could you show me?” she said tentatively.

  “I would like that very much, Charlotte. Why don’t you come to my bed chamber?”

  “But what about your husband? What would he say if he saw us together?”

  “He is busy in the wine cellar. Besides, we can lock the door. And in any event, he would make no judgement or disapprobation if he were to see us together.”

  Charlotte thought about it for some time.

  “Very well, Lizzy,” she said at last, “show me the ways of womanly love. I cannot possibly feel any worse than I do already.”

  “You may be pleasantly surprised, Charlotte. Where is Mr Collins, by the way?”

  “He’s in the study, writing a new sermon. We shan’t be disturbed.”

  Lizzy and Charlotte hurried upstairs. When they entered her bedchamber, Lizzy turned and locked the door. Charlotte looked around the room and tried not to stare at the bed.

  “Are you sure you wish to proceed Charlotte?” said Lizzy kindly.

  Charlotte thought how little attention her husband gave her.

  “I am certain, Lizzy.”

  “Would you like me to take the lead?”

  “Yes. And, Lizzy, please be gentle with me.”

  Lizzy approached her friend. She drew an arm around her waist and pulled her close so that their breasts pressed against each other. She kissed Charlotte on the mouth and eased her tongue inside. To her surprise, Charlotte responded and wound her tongue around that of her friend. Lizzy put her hands around Charlotte’s back in order to unfasten her dress. Charlotte gasped with a strange mixture of shock and pleasure, yearning for physical intimacy. Her dress was sufficiently loose that she was able to take it off. It fell to the floor at her feet and she stood, shyly, her head down, in front of Lizzy in just her corset and bloomers.

  “Take off my bloomers, Lizzy,” she breathed. “I want to reveal myself fully for you.”

  Lizzy smiled at her and drew so close that Charlotte could feel her hot breath on her neck. With trembling fingers, she unfastened the ties and was able to ease down Charlottes pretty bloomers. She took a step back, the better to see Charlotte, naked from the waist down.

  “Why, Charlotte, you’re stunning.”

  “Am I, Lizzy?” said Charlotte with a charming blush.

  “Why, you have a most beautiful sex. Your husband must be the greatest fool in Christendom. It is so pretty. Your womanly lips are plump and juicy, you have just enough hair, neither too much nor too little. I cannot wait to see you more fully.”

  In her shy diffidence, Charlotte was unable to move. Lizzy took her hand and led her to the soft, large four poster bed.

  “Sit down, Charlotte.”

  Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed, her legs clasped together.

  Lizzy smiled at her and then gently pushed her back so that she lay prostrate on the bed. Charlotte kept her legs together.

  “Open your legs for me, my love,” whispered Lizzy.

  Slowly, anxiously, uncertainly, Charlotte parted her legs a little.

  “Wider, Charlotte. I want to enjoy your sex to the full.”

  Charlotte opened her legs wider. She could feel a strange sensation within her sex. It was an odd kind of trembling or fluttering sensation like nothing she had ever felt before. It was not unpleasant and she knew Mr Collins had never made her tremble like that.

  Lizzy looked down at her.

  “May I touch you, Charlotte?”

  Charlotte bit her lip and gave a little nod. Lizzy got onto the bed and put her head between her friend’s knees. She gazed at her sex and slid closer. She put one hand on Charlotte’s thigh and rubbed her gently.

  “So beautiful,” she murmured. “You have such a sweet pussy, Charlotte.”

  “Pussy, Lizzy?”

  “Yes. I mean your sex. The womanly place between your legs. There are many words for it. When I am in the throes of love, I like to use the word pussy.”

  “Yes, I like that too, Lizzy. Pussy sounds soft and sweet.”

  “Some of the rougher girls use other words. According to Lydia, they sometimes say ‘cunt’ to describe it. But to me that sounds a little brutal. I much prefer to say pussy. Now, let me lick your pussy, Charlotte.”

  “Lizzy, I would love it.”

  Lizzy moved her head forward, so she was mere inches away from her friend’s secret place.

  She lifted her head for a moment and smiled, which Charlotte found reassuring and exciting at the same time. She could now smell her friend’s arousal which she found musky and pleasing. And when she touched her with the tip of her tongue, it was smooth like velvet. It made Charlotte quiver with a joyous feeling she’d never felt before. Lizzy extended her tongue and licked her firmly in one movement all the way from her bottom to the fleshy hood above, beneath which was the adorable little rosebud.

  She pulled Charlotte’s legs a little further apart and applied her tongue in earnest. She licked and sucked the soft, pink, silky flesh, exploring every part of her sex. Charlotte bucked and writhed beneath her, unable to believe that such a sensation were possible. It was the most exquisite pleasure she had felt in her life.

  When Mr Collins made love to her on their wedding night (to fulfil his marital duty, not because he wanted to particularly) it was nothing like this. He thought only of himself and entered her before she was wet and aroused. He thrust in and out quickly like a woodpecker, without feeling or thought of his wife. He expended his seed very quickly before Charlotte had even begun to warm up inside. Then he said a brief goodnight, rolled over and went to sleep. Since that night he had touched her intimately perhaps once a month.

  The feelings inside her then were a thousand miles from what she felt now, as Lizzy gave her attention to her beautiful secret place as it deserved. She licked her hard then soft, quick then slow, all the time murmuring little phrases telling Charlotte how beautiful she was.

  “Charlotte, your sex is exquisite. So pretty and soft. And you taste divine, so sweet and musky at the same time. I adore your pussy, I just adore it.”

  Charlotte was in some other place and was unable to respond other than with little moans a
nd cries and incoherent words.

  “Lizzy, you…that...oh, I’m in heaven…so sweet…so good…my pussy…”

  Lizzy understood and licked her harder and deeper. She wanted to bring her friend to the pinnacle of pleasure, that wonderful place where all rational thought and anything other than the blissful here and now disappear for a few moments of climax. She lifted the hood with her tongue and darted rapid flicks against the sensitive little bud.

  Charlotte gave herself up to total pleasure completely and cried out as she quickly reached a paroxysm of sheer joy.

  “Yes, Lizzy, yes, my darling. That’s it right there. Please don’t stop. It is so good, my pussy is…my cunt…my cunt is on fire…aahh.”

  Her body convulsed as her climax rushed and spread through with a power which shocked her when she thought of it later. It did not subside as Lizzy continued to flick her tongue hard and quick, but instead continued to build until she reached the very mountaintop of total bliss.

  Only then did it begin to subside. Only then was Charlotte able to focus on Lizzy once more, her head still between her legs and giving the occasional long and lazy stroke with her tongue.

  “Oh, Lizzy, my love. I never thought such a thing was possible. That was the most exquisite thing I have ever felt in my life.”

  Lizzy lifted her head now. She looked down at her friend, her legs parted to reveal her gorgeous pussy, wet from climax, her breasts tumbling out after Charlotte had somehow unfastened her corsets at the height of her pleasure. She was a very beautiful woman thought Lizzy and she was glad she had shown her at last the joys of intimate love.

  Charlotte remained there on her back, enjoying the way Lizzy looked at her. She knew now that Mr Collins lack of interest was not because she was unattractive or alluring. It was because he was a passionless fool and would have treated any woman the same.

  They talked for a while. Charlotte had so many questions:

  Is Mr Darcy like Mr Collins in the bed chamber?

  Most definitely not, quite the reverse.

  Does Mr Darcy bring you to the same height of pleasure you brought me to?

  Every time. Sometimes twice or more.

  Do you make love more often that once a month as is the case of myself and Mr Collins?

  No. We make love most nights.

  Does Mr Darcy give attention to your sex with his tongue?

  Often. He likes it very much and so do I.

  Do you do anything intimate which may be thought perverse or forbidden?

  Such as?

  I have heard that some couples have experimented with intimacy with a lady’s bottom.

  You mean anal intercourse? Yes, sometimes when we are both in the mood and there is some butter available. It can be most pleasurable for both parties.

  Would you permit me to use my tongue to pleasure your secret place, Lizzy?

  Lizzy looked into Charlotte’s eyes.

  “We will be in this lockdown for several more weeks, I think. There will be plenty of time for us to be intimate together again, Charlotte. I look forward to enjoying your company further. In short, I’d love you to lick my pussy. Perhaps we should get dressed and go downstairs. I am sure our respective husbands will have finished their activities.

  Charlotte fastened her corsets and put on her bloomers. She put on her dress and Lizzy looked to make sure there was no evidence that she had recently undressed. They went to leave the bedchamber in order to join their husbands.

  At the door, Charlotte stopped and turned to Lizzy.

  “One more question, Lizzy…”

  “Well?”

  “Does Mr Darcy know that you have been intimate with other women”?

  “Of course. He knows that this is the nineteenth century and that I am a modern, empowered woman. He doesn’t feel threatened in any way. He is sure and certain of his own masculinity and has done one or two things which might raise eyebrows himself. And besides it always arouses him when I tell him. You know what men are like in that respect.”

  Charlotte gave her a sad smile and shrugged.

  “Actually, I don’t I’m afraid.”

  They went downstairs and met Darcy in the study. He had finished his inventory of the wine cellar and was now enduring having to listen to Mr Collins read the first draft of his new sermon. He eagerly asked the ladies to join him.

  “What have you two ladies been doing?” he asked.

  “I’ve been showing Charlotte one or two things upstairs,” said Lizzy huskily.

  She and Darcy exchanged a secret little grin.

  Oblivious, Mr Collins asked if he should read out his first draft again now that the ladies were here too.

  “Actually,” said Darcy with some relief, “I think it is time for lunch.”

  “Lunch?” said Collins. “Excellent. I trust there is still plenty of food here at Pemberley, Mr Darcy?”

  Not if you continue to eat at the rate at which you are doing so now, thought Darcy to himself…

  The period of quarantine moved into its second, then third week. More food was delivered, more wine was drunk, more books were read and more recitals were played at the piano. As she ate dinner one evening, Lizzy felt a little sad that she could not eat with Lydia. She fully understood Darcy’s reasons for not allowing Wickham and Lydia to dine with them. But she missed her sister. She was also aware that Wickham and Lydia enjoyed rather exotic tastes in love. They liked to invite other people to their marital bed. That would be impossible now that they were isolated in the far wing of Pemberley. Still, she thought to herself, it would only be a few more days until period of lockdown ended.

  Darcy was drinking brandy while Mr Collins, Lizzy and Charlotte drank fruit cordial, when there was a loud and persistent bang on the great front door of Pemberley. Moments later the servant hurried in.

  “Well. Poole, who was it?”

  “The magistrate’s man, sir.”

  “What did he say?”

  “Lockdown’s been extended. Three more weeks…”

  Chapter 3

  The two couples looked at each other.

  “Another three weeks,” said Collins with a shake of his head.

  “Yes, three more weeks,” said Charlotte with a secret smile at Lizzy.

  “It can’t be helped,” said Darcy. “We’ll just have to make the best of it. We’ve had another delivery of food and the larders are well stocked. We’ve still got a cellar full of wines and liquors. And I’m sure none of us have read many books from the library yet.”

  “And there will be entertainment in the evenings,” said Lizzy.

  “Yes, of course,” beamed Mr Collins, “I can practice my sermons each evening. Recite them to you so you can give me your honest opinion. I can start this very evening. I have written some choice words which I would like to read to you. It’s only twenty pages long.”

  “Actually, Mr Collins,” said Darcy, “my wife and I were about to retire to bed. It’s rather late.”

  “But it’s barely eight thirty,” protested Collins.

  Darcy gave an exaggerated yawn and stretch of his arms.

  “Well, we’re rather tired,” said Darcy, “aren’t we, Lizzy?”

  They exchanged grins.

  “Yes, we are. Goodnight, Mr Collins. Goodnight, Charlotte.”

  Charlotte looked on sadly as Darcy and Lizzy left her alone with her husband.

  In their bed chamber Darcy looked at Lizzy.

  “Well, Lizzy, another three weeks isolated at Pemberley with nothing much to do in the evening.”

  “I know,” she said, putting her hand on his chest tenderly.

  She could not help but notice a bulge in his tight trousers.

  “So, what else shall we do this evening? Cards? Backgammon? Or perhaps something else.”

  “Something else, I think,” said Lizzy with a smile.

  She knelt down before him and loosened his tight trousers. She pulled them down to reveal his white linen undergarments. She slid them slowly down,
over his strong thighs. She could not help giving a little gasp as she saw his manhood, fully erect.

  “We really ought to inform Wickham and your sister that they will be here for another three weeks,” said Darcy.

  Lizzy gradually moved her head forward.

  “Tomorrow, Fitzwilliam, tomorrow…”

  The next morning, Darcy and Lizzy arose from bed after a lovely, long, lazy hour of love.

  “I will go down to the far wing,” said Lizzy, “and let Lydia and Wickham know that the lockdown has been extended for a further three weeks.”

  “Very well, my love,” said Darcy. “I will go down to breakfast and give morning greetings to Mr and Mrs Collins.”

  Lizzy hurried down the corridors of Pemberley and knocked on Wickham and Lydia’s door.

  “Who is it?” called Wickham.

  “It is Elizabeth.”

  “One moment please.”

  “Lizzy,” said Lydia. “Don’t come in just yet.”

  Lizzy waited. There was a rustling from inside as if clothes were hurriedly being put on.

  “You may come in now, Lizzy,” said Lydia.

  Lizzy entered. Wickham and Lydia lay in bed.

  “Sorry,” said Lizzy, “I trust I didn’t interrupt anything.”

  Wickham smirked.

  “Not at all, Mrs Darcy. Your sister and I were about to enjoy marital relations.”

  “George!” said Lydia.

  “Forgive me, my pet,” he said. “As you know, I am a course man. I apologise, Mrs Darcy.”

  “No matter, Mr Wickham. I have come down to give you information regarding your stay at Pemberley.”

  “Oh yes?” said Wickham languidly.

  “Yes. We had a visit from the clerk of the magistrate last night. He said the situation in the surrounding villages has not improved. As a result, we have been ordered to isolate ourselves at Pemberley for a further three weeks.”

  “Three weeks more?” said Wickham with a little smirk.

  “Yes, that’s right. I’m so sorry. I know it must be difficult for you both having to remain here for so long.”

  “Difficult, Mrs Darcy? No I haven’t found it particularly difficult. I have a comfortable place to stay, gratis. I have three excellent meals served each day. And I am able to select a choice bottle of wine or brandy whenever I please. And do you know the best part, Mrs Darcy?”