0 comments/ 21286 views/ 5 favorites Stephen's Castle, Greg's Girl By: Epmd607 Greg, Mary, and Jordan stood and gawked at the Romanian castle stuck into a nearby hillside. Greg gave the driver ten euros and the little car sped away, leaving the three alone on an old stone road in the middle of a dense forest. They could see the castle, just not a way to it. "Greg, call him, we're probably in the wrong place." Greg's fiancée, Mary, couldn't wait to see their friend Stephen, she was anxious, nervous. Her cousin Jordan felt nervous too, but more so because she hadn't seen Stephen in years. "I can't get service." They decided to walk through the woods in the general direction of the castle. "He said there was another road that lead right up to..." Greg was interrupted by a scream from Mary. He looked back and saw Stephen in full cape and fangs with a massive grin on his face. Jordan jumped him, hugged him and screeched. Greg laughed: "Steve, that's the shabbiest costume I've ever seen." He went down to his friend and shook his hand between Jordan's arm and leg. Jordan released him, he hugged Mary. "Sorry for scaring you, Mary." She was a little shaken up by his sudden entrance. "That was a cheap scare, you had months to plan..." He let go of her long, thin body. "Let me show you my new home." Stephen put his arm around Jordan's waist and took them through some shrubbery and out onto a path. "This is unreal, man..." Greg's mouth hung open as he took in the white stone, the spires, the whole feel of it. "Let's go inside, Leah will get mad if we stay out too long. I'll show you the outside later." Jordan itched at the name, she knew it was his girlfriend. They went into a sort of living room he had set up. The castle looked modern enough inside, very European, not at all like the museum castles they'd seen in France and England. It was so massive it still had rundown parts, crumbling walls, rooms that were worthless for various reasons. "Everyone, this is Leah. Leah, this is Mary, Greg, and Jordan, some of my oldest friends." Leah kissed each on the cheek, smiled. "The drive up is nice, yes?" The girls nodded at the immaculate French woman. She was stunning, Jordan thought she was probably older than Stephen, maybe even in her thirties. Mary was uncomfortable with how well dressed the woman was. She thought her breasts must be fake, they were too perfect. "Stephen, the gourds?" An older man appeared in the room, Stephen nodded and the man disappeared. "We're growing pumpkins, kids! Everyone will carve a jack-o-lantern. These Romanians haven't caught on yet. Anyway, I have to go down with Glad and make sure they take the right ones. Be back in a few." He left the room, Leah offered them a drink. She brought back wine, poured everyone a glass. "So, Leah, Steve says you're a journalist?" She nodded. "Yes, but not this last year...I've lost myself, too much fun." She referred to her year living with Stephen. "How did you meet Stephen?" Jordan wanted to know if she had staying power, was going to find out as much as possible about the woman. "I was at a festival in another part of Wallachia, doing research for a travel column. I saw him playing with the children first -- I was curious, why an American was in rural Rumania. He talked to me, pretended he was fluent in French -- he knew enough to make me laugh. I still don't know how he tricked me into coming to his castle." Leah smiled to herself. "Do you work for a French paper?" Greg wanted to figure her out too, whether she was about his best friend's money or what. She shook her head. "No, I worked for an Austrian paper. They fired me because I haven't been back." Stephen returned with two pumpkins. "Glad put the others in the kitchen -- you want to carve a pumpkin with us?" Leah smiled, declined. "No, no, I won't be carving your pumpkins tonight. It's nice to meet you all, I have a little work to attend." The girls giggled, Leah pecked him on the mouth before she left. Stephen set the pumpkins on a table. "She's too French for Halloween, wouldn't be caught dead celebrating an American holiday." "We'll celebrate Halloween with you." He hugged Jordan. The foursome talked about back home, rehashed all the old stories, what had transpired the few years since they'd seen each other. Greg got him alone first while the girls dug out their pumpkins in one of the massive kitchens. "So, you sick of your hundred million dollar castle yet?" Stephen smirked at his best friend. "This isn't America, I don't know the language, have to be nice and invite everyone in, give people presents...but hey, the taxes are ridiculously low." Greg laughed. "I can't fathom the taxes on some hundred million dollar pad in New York." "I'll move back eventually, but every thing is near ideal right now. Everything should be right with you -- you're gonna marry our Mary this summer, right?" Greg nodded. Mary was always something between him and Stephen. She never exactly dated Stephen, but there were the times when he and Mary weren't together that he thought Stephen might be moving in between them. "I'm happy for you, buddy. All I have is Glad and the Romanians." Greg was curious. "What about Leah? She's a dime, man." "She misses the city, her career and all that. I'm gonna have to send her home. She's too French -- too much to handle." "I see. Jordan practically broke out in tears when Mary told her about Leah." "I haven't really spoken to her since I saw her at Mary's party a few years back." "Steve, she's loved you since high school, you know that. Just don't make her cry this time." Greg knocked his friend on the shoulder, they went into the kitchen. "You two are making a mess in here, Marina is going to have my balls if she sees this." They had orange pulp all over the table, their hands, smocks, a little on the floor. "Who's that?" Jordan was younger than them. Stephen still thought of her as the Freshman cheerleader he took to a couple school dances; the girl he had a thing for but couldn't be with. "Marina is Glad's wife, she doesn't speak any English and she hates me." "No one on Earth hates you, Stephen." Mary smiled her flirty little smile at him, he wondered whether Greg knew what they had done in Italy... "Glad loves me, he takes care of the outside. Marina and her daughter, Marica, keep everything right on the inside." The two men watched the girls finish their pumpkins. Glad came up to say that Greg and the girls' bags had arrived. Greg and Mary insisted on going down and bringing the bags up. When they left, Jordan sat silently on her stool and watched Stephen. "Hey Princess, you like my castle or what?" She shook her head, her face flushed whenever she was alone with him. "Sorry, your princess is in another castle." He laughed. "I still think about you all the time, JJ." She pouted. "You haven't called me or sent an email in forever. I was surprised when Greg and Mary invited me to come, worried..." "I don't use the Internet or have a cell, but I guess I could've written you. You don't even know how you broke my heart last time I saw you..." She stood up and leaned over the counter toward him. "I remember the last time I saw you, you weren't very friendly toward me. I thought, 'Gee, my Stephen's all rich now and he doesn't want to talk to me.'" "Jordan, I hadn't seen you in a while, when I saw you that night I practically choked on my own tongue. You were all grown up, womanly, but you were with some guy." Her college boyfriend, she was with him for two years, had broken up with him when they graduated. "No one's ever been jealous over me... Were you jealous, Stephen?" "Yes. I knew I was going to see you that night and I wanted to take you home with me. I was so happy, my whole life's work complete by age twenty-five...but then I saw you with someone, looking all sexy, it broke my heart." "I can't believe no one told me this! Greg must've known? The two of you were always fighting over Mary's virginity. I thought you'd never want me for real." Greg and Mary returned with the bags. He situated his guests in their rooms. He put Greg and Mary on the other side of the castle, kept Jordan close. "Where's Leah?" He watched Jordan unpack some of her things in her room. "She's working on a novel, maybe. She won't let me see any of it." "In your room?" "No, she has her own room, stays up all night drinking and typing away." "So, if I get scared of ghosts tonight there's a spot free in your bed?" He nodded, smiled. She had decided during their discussion in the kitchen that she was going to try and land him, Leah or not. She hugged him when she was finished. He lead her back out to a common room where Greg and Mary appeared. They sat around and talked, they were interrupted by a fair-haired Romanian girl in the doorway. "Hey, Marica, what's up?" She took a few steps in. "Stefan, Mama will serve dinner at six." She turned, he jumped up and grabbed her arm. "Wait, Marica, I want you to meet my friends from America." She smiled at them when he introduced her to each. "Marica, they thought my costume sucked, but you thought it was pretty close to the real thing, right?" The teenager shook her head. "No, no, strigoi do not wear capes." Everyone laughed. Marica scurried away. "Wow, she's pretty, Stephen." Mary looked a little jealous when she said it, smiled when she realized. "Yeah, she is, but I've only proposed to her like two or three times this week." Greg laughed, Jordan didn't. "She's what sixteen, seventeen?" Jordan was irritated. "No, she's nineteen, she graduated high school. We have plenty of talks, she's not scared of me anymore, she asks a million questions." Greg got up and walked the room, he was going to grill his friend about the gorgeous Romanian. "Stephen, I know the females are in the room, but you have to tell me if you've slept with her." Mary kicked him in the shin. "Ah, come on! I know the two of you were thinking it." "She went with me to this resort on the Black Sea for a week last summer... I couldn't get anything more than a few kisses from her. Glad says I can marry her when she turns twenty-one, but I think he's messing with me. Basically, I've no Romanian game." The girls' faces lightened at his inability to connect. "They let you take her to a resort?" Jordan was as curious as Greg. "They trust her, know she isn't going to let me do anything. They're like family, I've lived with them for a couple years now. You should see her and Leah, they absolutely hate each other; it's all passive aggressive looks and comments, very European." They laughed. Stephen took his friends to the main dining room, it was probably the flashiest room in the house, decorated and set for them to enjoy dinner. Leah appeared, sat at Stephen's side, talked casually with the girls. "Shopping in Rumania isn't as horrid as it sounds. We'll go this week?" Each girl nodded, they were intimidated by her. When Marica brought Leah her food she didn't thank or even acknowledge her -- that brought her down a notch in the American girls' eyes. Dinner was uneventful, they made plans to walk around the grounds of the castle. "Hold my hand." Leah came with them to Jordan's dismay. Stephen showed them all sorts of interesting things about the structure as the sun set. It was getting chilly so they went back inside. "Stephen, I'm going to bed, you'll come up, yes?" He nodded. Leah left the foursome in front of the fireplace that Greg and Stephen were trying to light. "It's going to get cold real quick, we should get this fire started. The rooms are smaller and heated well, but the larger rooms get brutal at night, even in the fall." Finally, they got the fire lit, sat on sofas and chatted. "Stephen, show me where the bathroom is." Mary asked meekly, Jordan giggled. "She's scared of vampires, Steve." She hit Greg and got up. "Come on, I'll get us something to drink while we're down there." They went down a flight of stairs, he took Mary into one of the modern bathrooms. He went in with her, turned the light on and pointed some things out. They stared at each other for a moment. "Well?" "Oh, I can't stay?" She giggled. He left, waited for her to finish. She came out minutes later. He hugged her to him, she didn't resist. "I miss your smell." He stroked her hair and cheeks. "Don't hug me too long, they won't like it." He kissed both of her cheeks and her neck, she sighed. "You told Greg about Italy?" She wavered, looked worried. "I told him enough..." Stephen thought that was an enigmatic response to a simple question. "You were broken up, you don't have to tell him about us, but if he finds out..." She pushed him away. "Let's go to the kitchen, Stephen." He didn't touch her again, they got some juice and wine and returned to their friends. Not long after, Marica appeared with a bundle of blankets. "Stefan, we are going to bed. It is cold?" He got up and took them from her, gave one to Greg and Mary, tossed one to Jordan. They thanked Marica, told her 'goodnight' and when she left Stephen followed her out into the hall. He grabbed her hand, she giggled and backed up against the wall. "Goodnight, Stefan." "I don't like it when you go all the way down to your family rooms at night. I want you to have one of the nice bedrooms next to mine." She shook her head. "I was a baby in my family rooms, a little girl -- it is my home." He brushed her soft, blond hair away from her hazel eyes. She was a rare Romanian, near angelic. "I'm going to give you the castle when I move back home." She giggled, blushed in the little light. "Stefan, I don't want the castle, just my family rooms." "Your parents will stay here and retire. I'll hire another family to care for them, you'll come with me to America." She wanted him to mean what he said, but she knew foreigners couldn't be trusted. "My family will miss me, my Papa will always work." He kissed her hands. "They'll be happy, we'll bring them babies, spend the summers here." She smiled and hugged him tight, got out of his grasp and ran down the hall. The minute conversation seemed to last an eternity to him, he was infatuated with Marica -- so infatuated that he had begun to believe his promises to her. He returned to his friends, they smiled back at him, asked him why he looked so happy. "Its been a long day, we should get to bed." They all agreed, he sent Greg and Mary off, walked arm in arm with Jordan to their rooms. "I still can't believe you live here." "I can't really believe it." They stopped at her door, she was ready for a long kiss, but he only pecked her mouth. "You want to tuck me in, Stephen?" He smiled. "Yes, but I shouldn't, Leah's in my room..." She felt sick to her stomach. "I understand." "I love you, Jordan. Goodnight." She smiled, hugged him and went into her room. When Stephen opened his bedroom door he saw Leah in his bed, half uncovered and asleep. She wore the hottest tiny black lingerie, he could see her nipples poking through the fabric. He undressed, got in bed and she stirred, said something in French he didn't understand. "Go back to sleep." She opened her eyes wider. "I was waiting for you, Stephen. I wanted to show you my new costume." She sat up, pulled the sheet revealing her bare belly and the tiniest thong. He leaned down and kissed her taut belly, she pushed his head lower... *** The next morning Mary was itching to jog, she usually ran three times a week and wanted to get out and exercise. Greg and Stephen were at the breakfast table with her. "Stephen, I really want to run this morning, Greg won't." She pouted at Greg. "I'll run with you, I have a path I usually take." Mary looked at Greg, he shrugged his shoulders. "You two can jog, I don't want to. I'll wait for Jordan to get up. Maybe we'll find a secret passage to Stephen's dungeon while you're out." "Who's in your dungeon, Stephen?" Mary touched his arm, he shivered. "Girls I take out on jogs..." She giggled. They went back to their rooms and changed. Stephen took Mary out into the cool October air. "It's so pretty out here, Stephen." They were headed toward the woods, Stephen wanted to show her some different things on the property. "Greg doesn't ever run with me, I wish he would." "Leah brags that she hasn't run since elementary school." They kept a brisk pace into the forest. "Stephen, are her boobs real?" He looked at her and smiled. She felt a little embarrassed for asking. "No, but they look great, very natural." Mary felt inadequate when she thought of her tiny AA cup boobs jiggling in her sports bra. She looked down, her bulky sweatshirt pretty much made them disappear. He watched her check herself out. "But they're still not as good as the real thing." She smiled at him. They jogged in silence through the forest. "Up past the lake I wanna show you my cabin." She eyed him suspiciously. "What you use it for?" "It's a hunting cabin. All the public officials in town come up and hunt on the land here. I let some of them stay there." "Oh." He lead her around the lake and up an incline. Mary saw the cabin, it was more of a chalet, very Swiss looking. She was an architect, very intrigued by it. She stopped running, walked around the structure. "This was built by an Austrian?" He nodded. "It's gorgeous, can we go in?" She was excited, it was a Swiss chalet built in an Austrian style -- in Romania. He unlocked the door, guided her in by the elbow. He let her wander around the posh cabin. She was interested in all the woodwork, especially in the bedroom. "This headboard is amazing, Stephen." She ran her fingers over the leafy inlay. He kicked his shoes off and lay on the bed. "This is my favorite bed, it's comfy." She looked at him, curious. She kicked her shoes off and lay next to him. He watched her look around the room. "This is such a nice place, how old is it?" He ran his fingers down her arm. "Eighty years, maybe." She turned to face him, he was stroking her arm and running his fingers through her long brown hair. "We can't...not again." She looked worried, but she didn't get up. "Best night of my life...you in Italy, beautiful." She held his cheek. "I've slept with him since. I wanted to make it up to him. He makes me happy, Stephen." Stephen felt a pang of jealousy, that she'd given her body to his friend after he'd taken her virginity. "He'll be mad, but he can't hold it against you, you were broken up for months." He moved his hand from her arm and held her hip. He continued: "I wouldn't try and wreck you and Greg, I love you both. But you'll have to tell him, he'll find out one way or another." "You think he'll want to marry me if he knows?" "Yes, he might hate me for it, but he'll forgive you." He leaned over and kissed her naked shoulder. Her sweatshirt collar was stretched from the position they were in, revealing her collar bone. He kissed her neck, she squirmed and gently pushed him away. "Stephen, we're all gross from running, let's just lie here for a bit." He pulled her to him by her hip, wrapped his other arm around her. "If you and Greg don't get married, marry me." She had big, expressive blue eyes, she stared into him. "Don't say that..." He finally kissed her mouth, she half-kissed him back. "I'd drop anyone to be with you, there's no one so perfect for me as you." She blushed, let him kiss and nibble her mouth. "I don't know why you even like me, Stephen. I'm not as sexy as Leah or Jordan, or anyone I've ever seen you with." He rubbed her ass over her tight cotton pants, she sighed. "I was thinking of you when I was with Leah last night, wishing it was your body I was kissing." She dug her nails into his arm when he mentioned his girlfriend's name. He caressed her, was more demanding with his hands. Stephen's Castle, Greg's Girl "We have to get out of here." He kissed her mouth, twirled his tongue around hers. "If you were mine you could study and build places like this, be in all the books a hundred years from now." She thought about it, how he could provide every opportunity for her to succeed and create. "You tryin' to bribe me, Stephen?" He had a hand on her thigh, she moved her other leg and squeezed it. "I'd try anything to get you for fifty years or so." She melted a little, wanted to get up and run away, but she was mesmerized by him. He turned over and took her with him, easily set her on top of him. They made out for the next ten minutes, he groped her breasts beneath her shirt, she nudged his package with her knee. "Lie naked with me, I promise we won't have sex. I just want to feel you against me." She shook her head. "If I get naked it's over...we have to stop." She managed to stand and fix herself in a mirror over the dresser. He got up and wrapped his arms around her from behind, smelt her hair. She could feel his erection pressing against her lower back. "I could have you if I wanted, right here on the floor -- you'd let me." She was silent, scared, incredibly turned on by him. She turned to face him, to plead with him. "But I don't want that, Mary, I want you to want it as much as me, like in Milan." She hugged him, kissed him slow then dropped to her knees. She was worried he might still try and take her vagina. She wanted to diffuse the situation, she also wanted to please him, to share something special with him. "What you up to, Mary?" She didn't answer. She pulled his semi-erect cock out, placed the head in her mouth and sucked gently. He quickly grew in her mouth, he was too big for her to take much of. Stephen loved it, innocent Mary sucking him out in the woods. "You're a good girl, Mary, saintly." She stared up at him as she gave him head, licked his helmet, shaft, balls. She nursed on his cock until he came hard in her mouth after only a few minutes. She swallowed some, made a face and spit the rest out in a waste basket. He watched her wipe her mouth and cheeks with a tissue. "Thank you, Mary." She went to him, he caressed her. "Can we finish our run now, Stephen?" He lead her back out to the trail. They ran the fifteen minutes back to the castle. He let her lead most of the way back, studied her ass in the tight black pants she wore. He wanted her more than ever, the blow job just made his desire more intense. *** After lunch Jordan noticed that Marica hadn't left like she normally did. She sat in a chair away from the table, looking impatient as Stephen continued a story from lunch. "Stephen, I think Marica wants something." He hadn't noticed her until then. "I forgot, we have to go visit your Uncle today..." He stood up, put his hands on Leah's shoulders. "Yes, Stephen has to go grease official palms now, such is Rumania." Marica scowled at Leah's remark. "Such is Romania, but at least I'll have my good luck charm with me." He gestured toward Marica, she stuck her tongue out at him. "We'll go get the permits and be back in time for dinner. Leah, will you take my friends into town, show them something ancient? Glad will drive you." The French woman nodded, smiled. Stephen was in his car with Marica minutes later, speeding toward town. "Stefan, you drive much slower than my Tata." He looked at her funny, she giggled. "Your father's crazy, he drives like a Bulgarian. Anyway, they don't give Glad speeding tickets around here, me on the other hand..." She brushed his cheek and giggled more. "I hope your uncle's in a good mood today. I really don't want to spend the rest of the day in his office while he talks on the phone about football." She smiled. "I'll tell him to hurry so you can get back to your friends." "I'm glad you're with me. The one time I went without you he made me wait all day, Glad was with me too." "They have many fights, Stefan, you would be home sooner with me." They arrived at the permits office, which was in the house of Marica's uncle. Marica's uncle was a big man, tall and round. He always greeted Marica like she was a little girl, picked her up and swung her around. They spoke for a few minutes in Romanian, Stephen figured it was probably about family. "Stefan, we'll go inside and have tea?" He nodded, he knew they wouldn't be able to talk contracts and permits for at least an hour. Marica's aunt greeted them in broken English, brought tea. Her uncle was immediately engaged in a phone conversation in his office. Marica went on and on with her aunt chatting, finally she turned to Stephen. "Stefan, there is festival at our church tomorrow. Your friends will like, yes? You will take me?" "A dance?" The girl nodded. "We'll go, but only if you tell your friends that I'm your boyfriend...and you have to dance with me the most." She pouted at him then giggled. "Stefan, they will not listen to me if I say that." "...and you have to tell them how you hide your underwear under my pillow all the time." She slapped him on the chest and laughed. "Stefan, be nice in front of my family." Her aunt had no idea what they were saying. After an hour of back and forth between Stephen and the Romanians he was granted his three permits for the coming winter. They got in his car and headed back to the castle. "Thanks for coming with me, Marica. Do you want to stop at your cousin's shop?" She nodded. He knew the way, he'd taken her there countless times. Her cousin, Maria, was in her mid-twenties. When they walked into the boutique the girls chatted and carried on for a good twenty minutes before any clothes were examined. Stephen just sat down and waited. Marica eventually found a dress, Maria disagreed with her choice, then they argued until she tried on three others that Maria had pulled for her. "You like, Stefan? It is from Italia." She moved her hips so the shiny turquoise dress caught the light. He nodded. She tried on the others, finally chose one, but Stephen was bored by it all. He paid, happy that they were leaving, and happy he didn't have to pay anything close to what he was used to paying when Leah wanted a new dress. Marica clutched the box in her lap on their way home, she glanced over at him every ten or so seconds. "What's wrong, Marica?" She looked worried. "Stefan, Leah is not nice to me, why do you still sleep with her?" "You want me to send her home?" The young girl nodded. "If you want me to send her home, I will." He'd been planning to send Leah back to Vienna for a while, he had gradually lost interest in her. Now he could use his loss of interest in Leah as a bargaining chip with Marica. "Please, make her go, Stefan." "I'll send her home because I want to make you happy. I love you, and I'm going to marry you some day." She smiled, hugged his arm and kissed his cheek. When they got back to the castle no one was around, even Marina had gone with Glad. Stephen easily got Marica in his lap and they made out until they heard a car out on the road. "Stefan, I have to go down to my room." He let her up, she leaned over and kissed him one last time on the mouth. "Bye-bye, Stefan." She practically ran out of the room minutes before his friends entered. "There you are, we weren't sure if you were back yet." Jordan sat down next to him on the couch. Leah had a few bags, she smiled at him then went up to her room. Greg and Mary had bags too, they greeted him and went up to their room. "How was your day, JJ?" She leaned into him, told him what they did, about the church and the shops in town. "Leah was nice and everything, but she's kinda stuck up...how come you've been with her for so long?" She wanted to spend time with him alone to see if he still had any real interest in her. "I won't be with her forever." She smiled, nuzzled her cheek against his chest. "Stephen, I want to have more than a couple minutes alone with you..." "We'll go hide in the library and talk. I'll make sure Greg keeps Mary occupied." They got up, he held her hand. Luck would have it that Greg was headed back down alone. "Hey, Stevie, what's up?" He saw his friends holding hands. "Greg, we're gonna go to the library for a couple hours, to talk...could you keep Mary busy?" He nodded, smiled. He was relieved that his friend was interested in Jordan. It had been his idea to bring her, he wanted the two of them to get together -- mostly to keep his friend away from his girlfriend. Greg went back up to his room, he thought he might have a round with Mary. Jordan sat on a couch in the massive library with Stephen. "It's so quiet in here." She played with his fingers. "It's my favorite room." "So, what we were talking about earlier..." "Yeah?" "You're thinking about breaking up with Leah?" "You want me to?" She didn't want to come off as desperate. "If you're not happy with her and don't think it's going anywhere, it's best not to prolong things. I like it when people are honest with me." "Haven't I always been honest with you?" She nodded. "I could picture you staying here with me after Greg and Mary go home." She blushed, she was a little shocked. "For how long?" "Until we move back to America." She leaned in and let him kiss her. "I'd live anywhere -- as long as I was with the right guy." "How will you know when you're with the right guy?" She put his hand over her heart. "That's easy, he'll make my heart go like this..." He stared at his hand over her heart in silence, felt her heart racing. "Jordan, I've thought about being with you since high school." She nodded. "It would be perfect if you were single by the end of this week and asked me to stay." He smiled. "We've got some time then -- I think I'll have made the right choice." She dived in and kissed him hard. They made out until she pulled his hands off her. "Not to get ahead of ourselves, but what about Marica?" "What you mean?" "God, even I'd fuck her...but I'd be jealous if we were together and you were seeing her too." "She likes to flirt, but she has no real interest. She'll end up marrying some guy from her church a couple years from now. Could you put up with some flirting? Maybe a lesbianic experience on my behalf?" She giggled, bit his neck. "I've done it before...never with a guy watching. God, that would be so hot, fucking your little Romanian servant while you watch." She straddled him, continued: "Since we're being honest here, and I'm not worried about lusty little tramps -- what about Mary?" Stephen's face dropped. "She's marrying Greg." "She's my cousin, we're pretty much best friends..." Stephen thought maybe she knew what they did in Italy. "We slept together once, she wasn't with Greg at the time." Jordan's eyes grew wide. "Holy shit! I thought so...in Milan?" He nodded. "She pretty much told me you did, but I didn't really believe it until now. Does Greg know?" I shook my head. "I don't know what he knows, but I know he doesn't know everything." Jordan looked puzzled. "God, I hope the blow up doesn't happen this week. He's gonna go nuts." "He'll still marry her, even if he hates me." Jordan detected a hint of jealousy in his tone. "What is it about her that makes hot guys go nuts? The virginity thing?" She answered her own question: "Nah, that can't be it, because the two of you are still losing it over her and both of you have had her." "Don't be mad, Jordan, it's just a little left over crush from high school. Meanwhile, you are the fully realized adolescent infatuation turned into adult love." She smiled. "I do like the sound of that." The pair kissed some more, but Jordan wasn't finished with her line of questioning. "I understand why you'd want to be with someone you've known and loved since before you were rich -- I'm actually counting on it -- but could you please, once and for all, tell me what it is about Mary that makes you risk your friendship with Greg?" He knew it was a losing proposition, telling one girl what he liked about the other. "Well, she's naive, tender, quiet, soft, submissive...her virginity was just a small part of that. It's more that she wasn't jaded by high school or college like most girls." "You think I'm jaded?" "Yes, as much as me, which isn't so much as other people. We're very similar, we don't expect much from people." She thought about it. "I guess you're right. What about her body, Stephen? I don't get it, she's all limbs, this thin pole with no breasts -- how come you and Greg want to lay on top of her so bad?" He was on thin ice, he knew he had to mention similar features to Jordan's so she wouldn't feel inadequate in comparison. "She's got silky hair, I don't really love the color of it, but she presents it well. I usually like lighter colors." Jordan smiled, her strawberry-blond mane easily outdid her cousin's. "She doesn't wear much makeup, sometimes I can't even tell, which I like, because it shows she thinks she looks good enough natural." Jordan didn't like that one as much, she knew he was saying she wore too much makeup by default. "You like how she dresses, Stephen?" "Overall, I like how she dresses, but she only dresses sexy a couple nights out of the year. I prefer sexy a couple nights of the week -- nothing slutty, just feminine." She smiled, still content to converse with Stephen's torso between her legs. "Her boobs are cute, barely there, but she's got nice nipples. I'm not sure about my fascination with her chest. I like to think I appreciate all forms of breast." She giggled, pushed hers into him. "Of course, she's fit, has a nice belly, long legs and arms, athletic all over. But it's not as much a physical attraction as a mix of the physical with her personality." "What about her coochie, she doesn't shave?" She was really pushing him past his comfort level. "You've seen it more than me... She was almost all shaved the one night we slept together." Her jaw dropped. "No way! That little prude wouldn't shave her cooch unless she knew she was going to have sex. I can't believe she knew beforehand, planned it out..." "We don't know any of that, maybe she shaves all the time." "I doubt it. I'll check later, I'm sure she's furry." Stephen laughed. "You're going to check Mary's crotch for me?" "I'm her best friend. I'll just ask her if she's shaved or not, then I'll say I don't believe her and make her show me." "Can we stop talking about Mary now? I'd rather think about you and what you're hiding from me." She smiled and lifted her shirt. *** Mary was sick of Greg pestering her for sex, she didn't feel like it that afternoon. She'd slept with him the night before. Sometimes she regretted giving it to him before they were married -- though she never regretted giving Stephen her virginity. "Let's go find them, Greg. I bet they're hiding from us." He was irritated. "Yeah, I'd bet they are, and we can probably guess what they're up to." She frowned. "You don't think...? No, they're probably just talking. Jordan wouldn't sleep with him with Leah upstairs." "I don't think he's that into Leah, Mary. I think he's going to end up with Jordan." "She loves him, but I don't know that he's as into her... She's not really right for him, honestly." Greg was getting mad, his girlfriend was getting jealous. "That would break her heart hearing you say that. You think Leah or Marica are better for him than Jordan? Jordan's perfect for him, she loves him, would love him if he still worked construction for my dad." He saw that she wasn't happy at all with his analysis. "I love her too. It's just she went to junior college, has never read a real book. Stephen's a genius, he'll get sick of her after the lust wears off. I don't want either of them to get hurt." Greg wasn't going to lose it, but he was mad. "So, who should he be with? Who's right for him -- you?" Her jaw dropped, he'd never spoken to her like that before. "Why are you getting jealous, all I said was I want my friends to be happy." "I am jealous, Mary." She took his hand. "If I didn't want you I wouldn't be wearing your ring." They sat in silence, Greg decided they should go and find their friends. When they didn't find Stephen and Jordan in the library. Greg went downstairs and Mary went up to Jordan's bedroom. The door was locked, she knocked and Stephen answered. Her stomach turned, she could smell sex in the room. Both were dressed, Jordan greeted her from the messy bed like everything was normal. "Hey, Mary, is it almost time for dinner?" She shrugged, Stephen looked worried, felt almost like he'd been caught. He said he'd go check on dinner, left the girls alone. "We made love. I think he's going to ask me to stay with him. Are you happy for me, Mary?" Jordan was smiling, waiting for her cousin to affirm her happiness. "His girlfriend's upstairs in her room... You shouldn't have slept with him, Jordan." Jordan began crying, Mary didn't expect it. She sat down next to her cousin and held her. "Do you think he's using me? He said he's going to break up with her." "He loves you, he wouldn't use you. But I don't know that he'll be able to commit to you like you want him to." They talked for a while, Mary felt bad about putting the thought in her cousin's head that Stephen might be using her. They had a quiet dinner that night, Leah sensed there was something going on between the four Americans and wanted to stay out of it. After dinner she left them alone in a sitting room. "Hey, tomorrow Marica's invited us to a festival at her church, you three up for some Romanian partying?" Jordan sat against him on the couch, she just nodded, Greg and Mary were as unenthusiastic. "We can go up and sit in a spire, the moon's pretty bright tonight." Jordan liked the idea, she hoped Greg and Mary wouldn't want to. "I think I'm just going to head up to our room and read, man." Greg was out, Mary looked at him and then at the other two, unsure. "I'll come up for a little while, I haven't seen some of the best parts of the castle." Jordan was disappointed, Stephen squeezed her hand to reassure her. Greg left, Mary said she wanted to change into something more comfortable. Stephen took Jordan up into a spire. They sat on a small couch that looked out onto the moonlit forest and hills. They spent five minutes alone before Mary came up in her bedtime clothes -- a long sleeve shirt and tight, grey cotton pants. "It's so pretty up here, Stephen." Jordan had her head on his shoulder, hoped Mary would take a hint and make a quick exit. She sat down next to her cousin. They talked about all sorts of things, Jordan forgot about getting Stephen alone and was just enjoying the night. As always, she brought up the topic of sexual preference. "Stephen, would you rather kiss Greg on the mouth or pee your pants in public?" "Piss my pants." Mary giggled. "Jordan, do you think you could stop masturbating for a whole year for a million dollars?" She thought about it. "No, but I bet Mary could." Mary blushed. "I don't think I could..." "Mary, ask Stephen any question you want." She thought about it. "Have you ever had a threesome?" He shook his head. "Mary, let's try and get him to admit to some weird fetish." "Wait, don't I get to ask a question now?" "No, we ask the questions. So, Stephen, do you prefer a shaved cooch, one that's a little furry, or something from the 70's?" He laughed. "I'm into as little hair as possible, but not really all the way shaved..." Jordan frowned, she was almost all the way shaved. "Mary, what sort of haircut you got going on down there?" Mary flushed, Jordan knew her cousin wouldn't answer. "Trimmed, not shaved really...I don't know how to describe it." Stephen was turned on at the mention of Mary's vagina. Stephen's Castle, Greg's Girl "Let me see, then I'll describe it for Stephen." Mary looked worried, she didn't really want to, but Jordan was insistent. "Don't let him see." He turned away, Jordan watched Mary tug her pants and panties down to the tops of her thighs. She quickly put them back and giggled nervously. "Okay, Stephen, I'd say it's more furry on top, kind of bare on the sides, like a little pelt running down the center." Mary bit her bottom lip. They went on with the light sex banter, Jordan had drunk a few glasses of wine with dinner, she was starting to get sleepy. She would doze off, Stephen would continue talking with Mary, then she'd wake up and demand to be let in on the conversation. Finally, she couldn't stay awake any longer and asked Stephen to take her to her room. "I don't want her to get lost...or bitten by vampires. Goodnight, Mary." He supported Jordan down the steps, it took a while to get her to her room and into bed. She tried to pull him down with her, but he wasn't tired at all. "Goodnight, Princess, go to sleep." He pecked her mouth and forehead. "Goodnight, Stevie, I love you." She had her arms wrapped around his neck. "Sweetie, you have to let me get to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." She pouted. "Stay in my bed, I'll keep you warm." He said goodnight again, she kissed him longer, then she let him leave. Stephen was headed toward his room when he thought of the oil lamp burning in the spire. He thought Mary might have turned it off before she left, but had to make sure. When he climbed all the way back up to the little room the light was still shining, to his surprise Mary was still sitting on the little couch. "Oh, I thought you were going to bed. I came back up to turn the light off." She smiled, patted the seat next to her. "I wasn't really tired, plus it's comfy up here." He sat next to her, pulled out a blanket from beneath the couch and put it over their legs. "Jordan's hoping you might ask her to stay with you." Stephen studied her. "If I did, would you be mad?" She shook her head. "I want you to be happy, if you think she can make you happy then I'd love for the two of you to be together." She didn't look like she believed what she said. "She's the next best thing to you. I'll love her, take care of her...wish it was you." She was turned on by his desire, his obvious need for her, but she knew she had to stay levelheaded. "We can't keep having this conversation, Stephen. I can't keep giving you what you want. God, I cheated on Greg this morning..." She stood up, stared out the window. Stephen put his arm around her belly, held her as he sat on the couch. She didn't move. "You were waiting here for me, wanted me to come back up?" She didn't say anything, let him wrap his other arm around her waist and draw her back to him. "I would worship you, Mary... I do worship you." He kissed her ass over the taut cotton fabric. He could feel her warmth emanating from her core. "I'm just a person, I make as many mistakes..." He placed his face into her pants, his nose and mouth between her legs, pressed against her warm puss. He smelt her scent, she was wet, moist, his nose buried in her covered ass. He began working his tongue into her crotch through the pants, she wiggled around, moaned, let him work her. There was a wet spot forming beneath her ass from his saliva and her juices soaking through the fabric. He easily slid her pants and panties down her thighs and buried his face in her naked ass and pussy, tasted her from behind. She groaned, held his head with her hands as he ate her out. "You taste so good, Mary. You did me today, I get to finish you." He twirled his tongue around her lips, dipped into her hole. When she was worked up enough he slid back, ran his tongue up her crack, over her anus. When he tickled her anus and tried to enter her with his tongue she moved away out of instinct. He grabbed her hips and dragged her back over his face. "Bend over, Mary." She obediently bent at the waist so he had better access to her. He tongued her asshole, kissed her small cheeks. He moved back to her sopping puss and worked a finger into her tightness, began pumping her with it. She was moaning, writhing back against his face and finger. She came around his finger with his tongue buried in her ass. "Ahhhh, nooooooo!" He pecked each ass cheek, turned her around and kissed her on her steamy pussy, then he pulled her pants all the way off her body. She stood before him, naked from the waist down. He slid his pants off, still holding her hip so she wouldn't run off, his erect cock jutting from his lap toward her. "Straddle me." She shook her head, her cheeks were flush, still reeling from her orgasm. He held her hips, lifted her off the ground and placed her on his lap. She spread her legs and put her arms around his neck. His cock was pressed between them, with her moist, hot pussy lips split by his member. She wiggled against his cock out of instinct. "Mary, put me in." She reached down, held his cock in her small hand, hesitated. "We can't, Stephen, it's wrong." He wiggled the head of his cock around her hole, tickled her entrance. "I need you, love you. Take me inside...fuck me." She looked terrified, he kissed her hard on the mouth. She lifted the last little bit and took his head into her tightness. Her pussy was as tight as he remembered. He worked himself into her, she tried to push down but she was too tense. It took effort on both their parts just to get him half-way into her body. "You're too big, don't press me down anymore, it won't fit all the way..." She was breathing heavy, he was pinching her little breasts over her shirt. Half of his cock was squeezed by the most heavenly tightness. He neglected her warnings, pushed her down onto him until they were pelvis to pelvis. She froze against him, had her arms and legs wrapped around his body squeezing him. "Don't move, you're too much..." He rested, buried all the way inside her, her muscles clenching, trying to get used to his size and depth. They kissed, explored each others mouths, he began to work his cock in and out using the slightest thrusts. Eventually, he began fucking her with a few inches of his cock, and before long he was thrusting all the way in and out of her agonizingly slow, incredibly deep. While he gently fucked her he sucked on her neck, played with her clit, rubbed her ass. When he picked up the pace of his thrusting he ran a finger down her ass crack. She groaned when his fingered glanced her anus. She was lost in the sound and smell of their fucking, was only thinking about the feeling in her pussy, his cock sluicing in and out of her. He put the tip of his index finger at the entrance of her asshole, she opened her eyes wide, looked right at him. "No, Stephen..." She pouted, he kept thrusting into her pussy, he worked his finger into her ass. She lost it, came around his cock as he pumped into her and worked half his finger into her ass. She squeezed the finger in her, her orgasm lasted, he slowed his thrusting to let her work through it. "You came hard, Mary. You like my finger? Maybe I should put my cock in your ass." She was scared, she bit his shoulder and scratched his back under his shirt while he continued to pound her tight pussy. "Don't be vulgar, Stephen." He wasn't really going to try and fuck her up the ass. He removed his finger, kissed her mouth sensually, made love to her on the couch. "I love you, Mary. I love your body, your pussy, your ass, these tiny boobs..." He fucked her, picked her up by her hips so his tip was at her entrance then drove her down onto his shaft. "Don't talk about me like that, Stephen...I love you." She pouted, he sucked on her tongue, she grimaced when he fucked her wildly before coming. He ejaculated into her unprotected cunt, came hard in her. When he was finished he dragged her down over him on the couch, lay with her on top of him, impaled on his cock. "You're a good girl, but you fuck the best. Do you love my cock?" She didn't answer immediately, was busy kissing his mouth and cheeks. "I need it again, I missed this..." His cock went from semi-hard to fully erect at her words. He turned over with her, tore her shirt off, suckled her nipples and tiny breasts, humped her with her legs wrapped around his waist. They fucked and came and fucked until both were too sore to continue. Mary needed his help getting in the shower and washing the evidence of their fucking off her body. They wouldn't be able to wash away the bruising, each had clawed and bitten and bruised the others body for hours. He managed to get Mary into her room at three that morning. He watched her hobble to the bed and get in next to a slumbering Greg. He went to Jordan's room, got in bed with her, she stirred, wrapped her arms around his neck.