Take Me Away Ch. 03

Arilee nodded and smiled, "Yes, he said it. He said he would come back and propose to me the next time he had leave. I'm finally going to be married."

"And you'll be closer to me so we can visit more often! Now, let's get to work!"

~~~[---@---]~~~

Both women collapsed into chairs late in the evening, dripping sweat and smudged with dirt. As soon as they had finished the washing and mending, they had turned their attention to sweeping, dusting, and washing everything in the house.

Ari blew out a long breath of air and let her head fall against the cushioned back of the chair, "I don't think the house has been this clean since Dad died."

"And I don't think I've been this dirty since I was ten," Lillian laughed.

"You are quite a fright," Ari remarked.

"You look like you've been standing out in a windstorm," Lillian countered and stuck out her tongue.

Arilee laughed and said, "Thank you, Lil. You were right. This did help keep me from thinking about it so much. I just need to keep thinking about getting married soon. Whenever I think about that, I still miss him, but at least there's more than just a visit coming the next time we see each other."

"You'll at least have money when you get started. James and I ate beans and sat on old barrels for the first two years we were married. Amos just wants to make sure you don't have to start out the hard way, like we did."

"I know, and I love him for it. It's just so hard to wait," Ari sighed.

"At least you didn't wait to get in practice for the wedding night like we did. James and I almost didn't make it, but Mom and Dad came home earlier than we expected them to. We still laugh about him climbing out the back window trying to pull on his pants."

Ari laughed, "You never told me that."

"That's why we missed the beginning of the party after the wedding. We couldn't wait any longer. We'd both seen what was waiting for us, and we couldn't wait. Mom and Dad were nice enough to stay at the party and not come home. I know that they knew we weren't just going home to change clothes."

"You went home and made love for the first time while everyone was celebrating your wedding? That just ruins the tradition of the men teasing the groom after the party about the wedding night."

"Not really, we were in a hurry that first time, we took our time that night and really had fun," Lillian said with a laugh and a wink. "I really need a bath. I helped you clean up, so the least you can do is let me soak in that wonderful tub of yours for a while. I told James that the first thing he's doing if he gets this new business is buying me one."

Arilee laughed and stood up, "I need a bath too. Come along and we'll fill it up and get some water heating."

"Just don't let me stay in there until I'm all shriveled up like a prune like last time."

"I won't. I don't think I'll be able to stand my own smell long enough to let you stay in there too long," Ari said, wrinkling her nose.

They shared another laugh and set about preparing the bath. Once the tub was filled, Lillian immediately started peeling off her clothing. Arilee found her eyes drawn to her friend as she undressed. There was barely any evidence that Lillian had two children, her body was still firm and toned. Ari hoped that she would hold up so well once she had children.

Lillian's dark hair was a sharp contrast against the fair skin of her back, and Ari felt a tingle run through her body as the other woman bent to pull down her panties, thrusting her firm bottom out in Ari's direction. The tingling only intensified when Lillian turned back toward Ari, revealing her large breasts — and something else.

Ari couldn't help but stare at Lillian's loins. Her friend had trimmed the dark tangle of hair there, and shaved her labia completely bare. Ari tore her eyes away as soon as she realized she was staring, but Lillian had noticed.

"Do you like it? James brought me some Dwarven razors, and I've kept it this way ever since. I'd tried it before and liked it, but I hated getting bit by the razors. Dwarf steel keeps an edge forever. I just feel cleaner like this, and James loves being able to get to me without wading through a forest of hair." Lillian ran her fingers over her smooth-shaven sex as she spoke.

Ari shook her head slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I was just surprised. Aren't you afraid of getting cut down there?"

Lillian sank into the bath, sparing Arilee from forcing her eyes away from her friend's body. "I was a little at first, but once you get used to it, it isn't any more difficult than shaving your legs, with a good razor. I could get you one, if you want to give it a try."

"I'll think about it," Ari said without much conviction, "I'll go wash out your clothes and find something for you to wear home. I think I might have a blouse that won't squash you, but it is going to make things stand out."

"That doesn't bother me. I'm married, not dead. I can still appreciate a man staring at my boobs or my butt," Lillian said and then dunked her head under the water to wet her hair.

"You're so naughty," Ari said and laughed.

"But it's fun."

Arilee picked up her friend's clothes and walked out of the room, doing her best to shake the image of Lillian's bare body out of her head. She didn't know why she had thoughts like this, and they scared her. She wondered if something was wrong with her, looking at another woman like that. It was embarrassing enough to look at Amos with lust, but to look at her friend and feel aroused was just wrong.

Try as she might, she couldn't help but think about Lillian's fingers running over her folds, and imagining it was her fingers instead of her friends.

~~~[---@---]~~~

Arilee lay tossing and turning in bed, unable to stop thinking about Amos and Lillian. She always felt this way when Amos returned to sea, and it was worse than ever tonight. Her body was screaming for satisfaction, and the image of Lillian's sex appeared in her mind's eye just as often as thoughts of Amos' hard cock.

Unable to endure the pressure building in her loins any longer, Ari hiked up her nightshirt and pulled her panties down to her knees, the plain cotton undergarment sliding down to her ankles as she parted her legs.

Her fingers flashed over her sex, rubbing back and forth in heated need over her swollen lips and pebble-hard clit. Her back arched up off the bed in rhythm with her panting breaths as her pleasure mounted, and then she curled up tight as her orgasm gripped her.

Moaning in release, she realized that she was fantasizing about her head between Lillian's thighs, and Amos' wonderful cock exploding in her depths. The waves of ecstasy had only barely subsided before she felt the need within her swell again. Her fingers were pressing inside her before she even had a chance to think about it.

She fell sound asleep nearly an hour later, her fingers and the bedclothes both sticky with her juices from uncountable orgasms. Her nightshirt remained bunched up just beneath her breasts, and her panties clung tenaciously to one ankle. Even then her dreams were filled with Lillian and Amos, and she had to cool the burning heat in her loins again deep in the night when she awakened from a vivid sexual dream about them.

The morning proved to be no better, and it was only after a pair of shuddering climaxes that she was able to concentrate and rise to start her day's work. She managed to push the disturbing thoughts of Lillian away after that final orgasm, and kept her mind firmly on her work for the remainder of the day.

~~~[---@---]~~~

The next day, Lillian returned to help with Ari's work again, bringing her children this time. The well-behaved children didn't get in the way, and actually proved helpful in any way they could. Thinking about having her own children some day helped to chase away the thoughts that assaulted Ari every time she looked at her friend. She had conquered those desires long ago, but seeing Lillian's sex shaven bare had returned them for some reason.

She sat in her favorite chair, sipping a cup of tea Lillian had made just before leaving that evening, daydreaming about a house by the sea filled with laughing children and their smiling father, Amos, so handsome in his special Navy dress uniform. Now that he had his promotion, his dress uniform would be even more ornate, and Ari couldn't wait to see how wonderful he looked in it.

Ari's brow furrowed when a knock sounded on the door. It was very late, only an hour or so before she would normally go to bed for the night. It was certainly long after most people were already closing their eyes.

Putting down her tea, she walked over to the door and opened it a crack, peeking outside to find Mazzar standing outside. "Sir?" She asked nervously of the grinning man outside.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but I'm afraid I made a mistake when I told you how much your taxes would be. I failed to account for the fact you are conducting business from your home."

Ari's eyes narrowed in confusion and she asked, "What do you mean?"

"You take in laundry and mending, and that is considered a business by the powers that be. I'm afraid there will be an additional two silver crowns required to pay this tax," Mazzar explained, his tone syrupy sweet and full of exaggerated apology. He had her now; she would have to give in to what he wanted. His cock throbbed in anticipation, his eyes undressing her in anticipation.

I don't think this is at all fair, but I will not cheat on my taxes. I'll be back in a moment," Ari said and closed the door.

Mazzar's eyes widened and he stared at the closed door in front of him. What is she doing? She can't possibly have two silver crowns more. It just isn't possible!

Implausible as he considered the possibility, when Arilee opened the door again, she indeed had the amount he requested. He stared at the coins in his hand, disbelieving that is plan to bed the beautiful woman was once again foiled.

Arilee asked, "Is that all, Sir?"

Raising his eyes from the coins, Mazzar cleared his throat and answered, "Uhm, yes. Thank you. Do remember this next year."

"I will sir, good evening," Ari said and closed the door.

Ari leaned up against the door and let out a relieved sigh. She whispered, "Thank you, Amos. I don't know what I would have done without the money you gave me."

She shuddered and hugged her arms around her tight, trying to forget the lecherous stare of the fat man's eyes roving over her body. She had almost felt his eyes burning into her backside even through the closed door when she walked to her room to retrieve the coin.

Come back for me soon, my love. I don't want to see that awful man ever again!

~~~[---@---]~~~

Mazzar stuffed the coins in his pocket and wandered off, cursing under his breath. It was unfathomable that the woman could have earned so much coin with such worthless tasks. Someone must have given her money, probably that ignorant sailor who had been standing in his way until now.

Kicking a cat that dared to walk to close to him, sending it bolting with a loud screech down the street, he wandered toward his favorite tavern for a few drinks. Every single woman he might have manipulated this year had somehow managed to find the coin to pay his exaggerated taxes. He had more money in his pocket than ever, but it meant little to him without the benefit of firm female flesh yielding unwillingly to his desires.

Stomping into the tavern, he sneered at a pair of women known for their loose morals when he saw their faces fall in disappointment upon seeing him. Most of the customers flinched away from him as he crossed toward the bar, and it irritated Mazzar this evening. Normally, he considered that a welcome sign of respect, but tonight it felt like something else.

Sitting down heavily on a stool that creaked alarmingly in protest, he slapped one of the two silver crowns Ari had given him on the bar. "Get me a beer, and not the piss-water you usually serve. Give me the stuff you ply off on strangers for a premium until they're too drunk to know what they're paying ridiculous prices for."

Smiling, the barman picked up the coin and said, "Celebrating Mazzar? You don't look to be in that sort of mood."

"Just shut up and get my beer," Mazzar growled.

Dipping a tankard from a cask hidden beneath the bar, the barman set it down in front of Mazzar. "Word is that the tax-collecting business is good this year. I hear that most everyone got their tax money together. I would think that would make you cheerful."

Picking up the tankard, Mazzar glared at the barman and said, "Didn't I tell you to shut up? If I wanted to exchange pleasantries, I would have remarked about what a beautiful evening this is." Mazzar sneered the last in a tone that showed obvious contempt for both the words and the man listening to them.

"Fine. I'll just take what you owe me out of that crown then, so you'll have to pay again if you want any more." The barkeep then turned and walked away.

"Ass," Mazzar mumbled before taking a long pull from the foaming mug of beer.

"Look who's talking," someone muttered from behind Mazzar.

He turned to glare in the direction the voice had come from, but couldn't know for sure which of the men had spoken. Well, I suppose I'll just have to add a little extra to all of their tax bills next year, then, Mazzar thought and then turned back toward the bar with a mirthless chuckle.

Mazzar was no more observant than anyone else was when the barkeep switched the strong flavorful brew he had been serving for bitter piss water an hour or so later. The barman also took great delight in assisting several customers to throw the taxman into the street when he passed out an hour after that.

~~~[---@---]~~~

Ari let out a little yelp of surprise when Tobair said, "Hello, pretty Ari," just as she stepped outside her back door to fill buckets for the day's washing.

Putting a hand over her heart, Arilee tried to catch her breath and said, "You scared me Toby. Hello Christine."

The short blonde woman smiled and said, "We were just going fishing. Actually, Toby is going to fish, and I'm going to watch. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and managed to catch my blouse on the gate as we were leaving. I lost a few buttons. Could you sew them back on for me?"

Christine let go of her blouse and revealed that enough buttons were missing for the garment to be more than a little indecent. Ari raised her hand to her mouth and chuckled, "Of course, come on in."

Turning to the huge man at her side, Christine said, "Why don't you get those buckets and fill Arilee's washtub for her while she's fixing my blouse, Toby?"

"Okay, Crissy," Tobair responded with a wide smile, leaning down. Christine wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Even though he was bending down, she still had to stand on her tiptoes and hang from his neck to reach his lips. The contrast between the big man and the petite woman was almost comical.

"You look happy," Ari remarked as she led Christine into the house.

"I am. He's so wonderful. I don't know how I missed it all those years." She then winced a little and muttered, "Ouch," under her breath.

Ari stopped, obvious concern in her voice, "Are you okay?"

Christine blushed and laughed, nodding her head. "I'm just a little bit sore. Toby got a little too enthusiastic last night, and I was too far gone to care. I feel like he's going to split me in half every time but... Oh my!"

Ari's face was burning as she listened to the other woman talking about sex. Lillian was obviously right, Christine could obviously think about little else.

Christine noticed the other woman's blush and laughed, "I'm sorry, I know things like that embarrass you. I just forget everything when I start thinking about it."

"It's okay, I know what you mean," Ari admitted as she picked up a needle and thread. When she turned back around, she was glad that she was already blushing. The sight of Christine's small, perky breasts sent chills running through Ari's body, hardening her nipples. Taking the blouse and buttons from Christine, Ari sat down to thread the needle and sew them back on.

Ari worked quickly, but Tobair was even quicker. His great strength allowed him to carry the heavy pails of water as if they weighed nothing, and his long strides ate up twice as much distance as Arilee's ever could. He walked into the room and remarked, "Pretty," to Christine.

She turned toward him without an ounce of shame and said, "Thank you, Toby. Why don't you be nice and fill up Ari's bathtub too?"

Nodding his head, he said, "Okay," and then turned to leave the room after a final, long look at Christine's bared breasts.

Ari finished with the buttons and handed the blouse back to Christine. She had to fight the urge to sigh in relief when the other woman put back on the blouse, hiding the small globes that had threatened to draw Ari's eyes every moment. She had even pricked her finger with the needle, something she never did, because of the distraction.

Tobair walked back into the room just as Christine closed the last button on her blouse. "Still pretty. Tub all full."

"You're such a sweet man," Christine said, and then turned back to Arilee. "Thank you Ari, I'm all thumbs with a needle and thread."

"It's no problem at all, Christine. Thank you for bringing in the water, Toby."

"Welcome, pretty Ari."

"We're going to get going before the fish stop biting," Christine said, going over to take Tobair's hand.

Toby waved and said, "Bye bye," before leading Christine toward the back door of the house again.

Ari followed them to start water heating, and waved as they left the house.

Once they were outside the door, Toby leaned down and said, "Like see them, pretty."

"I don't think you were the only one," Christine said wryly, looking back in the direction of Arilee's house for a moment. Those thoughts didn't disturb her in the slightest, and remembering how Arilee's eyes seemed drawn to her breasts was causing a tickle between her legs from gathering wetness. She always thought she was the only one that felt that way, and the chance that Arilee might think about it was certainly exciting to her.

~~~[---@---]~~~

Mazzar wandered out the front door of the saggy whore's house, utterly unsatisfied despite spewing his seed down her throat a few minutes earlier. He considered making a trip to a larger city to find a decent whore, but even that failed to invigorate him.

He had been so obsessed with Arilee that the anticipation was nearly driving him mad. Now she had upset his designs twice, and his chance to bed her this year was surely gone. Worse, he heard rumors that the filthy sailor who had just left would be coming back for her, to take her away. He would lose his chance forever if that happened.

Growling in frustration, he walked toward the inn to purchase some strong Dwarven liquor. At least he could afford the expensive spirits and get a little joy out of life.

Back in his home shortly thereafter, he sipped the spirits, feeling the liquid burn his throat and settle like a bonfire in his belly. He felt as if he were hovering above his chair, and the idea of going to find a decent whore was becoming more enticing by the moment. Maybe he could find one that looked like the golden-haired wench, one that wouldn't complain about rough treatment if he paid her enough.

Or maybe...

A quick word to the magistrate and an increase in the normal bribes would be in order, of course. A wide grin spread across Mazzar's face as he considered the possibilities, and took a long pull of the burning liquor.

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