Undercover

After getting away from Dudley, Melissa escaped the confines of the Manor to think. Now that she was no longer a virgin, she was not exactly going to hoard it. The barn door was open and the horse was gone. She hoped the next one would be better; it hadn't exactly been what she was expecting. For one thing, it hadn't felt good. But she was confident it was just Dudley's poor skills as a lover. Wonders how he ever managed to woo a queen!

Wandering away from the manor, she headed toward the stables. There were lots of little nooks and crannies she could hide away in so that she could think and plan ahead. But as she entered the main barn, she saw one of the stall doors open, its occupant turned out in one of the run pens. Sir Patrise had decided to clean out the stall himself, mainly to expend a little of his restless energy following the strange and arousing evening he'd just had.

Melissa looked herself over. She hadn't had a chance to bathe, and smelled of sex. But hell, what better way to show that she was no longer a virgin? Thinking it over, she decided to make the most of her situation - and to test him at the same time. Was he as romantic as she hoped? Or would he be another Dudley? Ripping at her clothes, she made herself look a little rumpled and produced some quick tears.

Hearing a muffled sob, Sir Patrise paused in his work. Leaning the manure fork against the wall of the stall, he stepped out to see what was going on. Seeing a rather distressed looking Melissa, he ran to her side. "Milady! What ever has happened to you?" he cried out, deep concern in his eyes.

"Oh, Sir Pat!" she sobbed. "It was horrible! I'm such a vile person! I should have stopped him! I should have said no!"

"What . . ," he started to ask, but then stopped in mid sentence. "Oh my sweet little lady, I am sorry. Just tell me the name of the cad who did this to you, and I shall make it right!"

Still sobbing, she shook her head. "I could have pushed him off," she said, "but I wanted to know . . . I wanted to feel the touch of a man." She looked up at him with a wounded expression. "I thought it would be so wonderful." Then she broke down again. And this time, only some of the tears were faked.

Torn between the desire to comfort her, and the need to go punish the person who had reduced her to tears, Sir Patrise hesitated. But only for a moment. It was more important to make the Lady Melissa feel better about what had happened. Taking her into his strong arms, he let her sob against his bare chest, making soothing noises as he held her close.

Now this was more like it! Glistening with sweat, smelling of horse and sex - he had been with Constance just before this, Mel knew - he was extremely exciting to her. She clutched him tightly, reaching out with a need that was partly faked, and partly real. She was awakening as a woman, reacting to his masculinity the way she had not reacted to Dudley's.

And despite himself, he was reacting to her as well! Melissa could feel a growing bulge in his pants as she pressed her body even closer to him, running her hand down his muscled back, feeling the slight film of sweat that covered it. "Milady," he moaned, "I wish I could have been the one in that blackheart's place. No innocent girl should be left in tears at the joyous moment in which she has been made a full woman."

"Then you do not think less of me because I am no longer a maiden?" she asked coyly.

"Of course not, milady," he said gently, kissing the top of her head. "It does not change who you really are, after all."

"I wish it had been you, too," she said with a sob. "It was not what I had expected . . . I thought it would be so wonderful. With you," she said softly, "it would have been." She waited, her lips parted invitingly, for him to make the next move.

He tenderly stroked her face with the back of his hand. "If you like, I can show you the way it should be. In a room filled with scented candles flickering their light on the wall, and the two of us on silken sheets, with soft music playing in the background. And I would teach you all the wonders of true love making."

"Oh yes," she breathed, aroused beyond measure, just at his words. "Please show me where he failed, Patrise!" Her lips were begging for a kiss.

Ever so slowly, his mouth closed down on hers in a kiss that was both tender and exciting at the same time. As her mouth opened, his tongue entered, teasing her own. After a moment of this, he pulled back. "Shall we go to my quarters, milady?" he asked, his breathing becoming deeper as his body responded even more to her willingness. His arousal was now extremely noticeable, and his pants very uncomfortable.

"If I can wait that long," she breathed, dizzy with excitement.

"Trust me, I feel the same," he kissed her again, deeper this time, his hand drifting up and down her back. "Milady, someone might come in. Would you like to go up into the hayloft? It is closer."

She nodded eagerly, forgetting in the heat of passion his promise to show her how it was done. At least this time she was on the same page, as it were; now, at least, she was in as much of a hurry as her lover.

Wrapping his arm around her, he directed her toward the ladder leading up into the loft. "There is a nice little room up there that we use to store some of the tack. It is not candles and silk, but it has its own charm." He looked apologetic. There was nothing more he wanted to do at that moment than to make her happy.

"Charm is good," she said. "I thought he was charming . . . but it takes more than ruffles and silk to make a man a prince," she noted, heat in her voice and eyes.

He knew in that moment who the cad had been who had stolen her innocence and left her crying. Sir Patrise made a silent vow to deal with him later. Once up the ladder, he took her by the hand and led her into a room at the end of the hayloft. Inside were racks of saddles and harnesses. It smelled of leather and hay. In one corner, a comfortable looking couch covered with a Navajo blanket sat invitingly. "I believe that is what is called a *sofa bed*," he said, unsure of what that meant.

"It means we'll have a little room," she said happily, pulling out the bed part. Someone had left sheets on it, too!

"Amazing," he laughed. "Who would have imagined there was a bed inside of that!" Turning her around, he kissed her once more; this time placing his hand on her nicely rounded bottom and pulling her close to him.

"Made for the moment, eh?" she asked, a slightly teasing tone to her voice. She kissed him back hungrily, anxious to see if it could be the way she'd imagined it.

"May I take your clothes off?" he asked, his hand still lingering on her backside. "I want to be able to touch you, to make your body come alive under my fingers."

"Oh please," she breathed. She started to do it herself, but he stopped her, wanting to do it himself. Sighing, she enjoyed his sporadic kisses, occasionally running her tongue across his bare chest and shoulders as he stripped her.

His fingers ran over her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire behind them. Once he had had her stripped completely bare, he stepped back and admired her. "You are beautiful, milady," he said sincerely as he reached down to undo his pants. "I will take it slow. If anything bothers you, or makes you uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me, and I will not do it anymore."

She was of a mind to go quickly now, but she appreciated the thought behind the sentiment. Dudley had only been worried about his own pleasure, and it had hurt when he'd pierced her. Maybe it would hurt again? She told Patrise this, thinking her honesty would bring them closer.

He growled under his breath at the callousness of the man who had been with her first. "No, sweet lily of the fields. If done right, it will never hurt you."

She squirmed in his arms. "I know it hurt, but I feel a . . . a need for you now. I don't understand it!"

"It hurts only the first time, my sweet. I promise you that," he said. With a sigh, he reached down for his pants. "If you are afraid, we can always try another time."

Tears welled up in her eyes. She had just told him how much she had wanted it, and he was about to leave. All games aside, she was one very confused young (very young) lady. She looked at him with moist eyes and a quivering lip, wondering if she should make a fool of herself by grabbing at him like the fan she used to be.

"Oh, milady, don't cry," he said, pulling her to him. "I want to make you happy, but one minute you seem to want me, the next you are afraid! I will do whatever you wish. If you want me to make love to you, I will, with all my heart and soul. But if it frightens you, perhaps we should wait."

"I want you!" she said heartbrokenly. "I'm just . . . confused. Love me, Patrise, show me what I need to know to be fulfilled!"

"And you will," he said hoarsely. Then ever so gently, he laid her down on the sofa bed. As his mouth found hers once more, his hand reached up to cup a soft breast in his palm.

She felt him between her legs, firm but smooth at the same time, and her legs opened to let him get closer. Her hips rose in anticipation. She could imagine how it should feel, and her heart raced as she waited for the realization of a dream.

"Not yet, my sweet," he said with a chuckle. "You are not quite ready for me." His mouth left hers and started to work down her body, kissing her tenderly. As his lips closed around her nipple and he sucked on it, she felt a strange, warm feeling in her loins.

Moaning, she squirmed in sweet torture. "Please, Pat," she said huskily. "I want you to fill me!"

"Not yet," he laughed, moving to her other breast to suck on its tip as well. Then, with agonizing slowness, he worked his way down her soft belly with his tongue until he reached the damp folds between her legs.

She shot up like a bullet, crying out in surprise. Laughing, he pushed her gently back, but Melissa was too anxious, and she continued to squirm and moan, wanting release but not understanding that was what she desired.

Spreading her legs wider, he flicked his tongue over her nub, making her groan. He then took it into his mouth and sucked on it gently, making her climax almost instantly.

Of course, it was the first time she had ever felt anything like it. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him up to face her. "Oh. My. God!" she said. "Can you do that with your . . . with . . ?"

"Oh yes," he said with a grin, giving her wet sex a couple more licks before testing her opening with his finger. Having just had sex with another man, she was plenty lubricated, but he wanted to make sure.

Melissa instinctively moved forward, so his finger penetrated deeply. She moaned hungrily. "Please, Pat!" she whimpered. At the same time, she tightened against his digit, giving him a real sense of what was waiting for him.

He moved the finger in and out, adding a second one. It didn't take long for her excitement to build up again. "Now," he chuckled, sliding his fingers out. Moving back up over her, he kissed her deep as he plunged his manhood deep inside.

It was so different! Before it had hurt, now it fulfilled her in every way she could imagine. Tightening around him, she kept him firmly inside her as she moved against him, wanting more of what he had already given her. Being almost a virgin, she was still very tight, and of course, all the foreplay and previous sex had her wet and hot.

Even so, he took it gently, moving in and out slowly, in case he cause her pain. As he felt her start again, he picked up the pace, saying, "Milady, you are wonderful!"

"You too!" she said ecstatically. "Oh, this is greeeeaaaat!"

The last was said in a high-pitched squeal as she came again, and came hard. She clamped down hard on his manhood, and Sir Patrise with a loud groan, came as well, filling her with his own juices.

She was only a kid, really, and like any young person, when she found something she enjoyed, she wanted to do it *a lot*. Lying there, panting, Melissa wondered how many times she could do it in one night, and with how many guys. Like Constance. But for now, she was just thrilled that, not only wasn't it always going to be the way it had been with Dudley, it was a whole lot BETTER!