Weekend at Wilderhope Manor
By Lucy Felthouse
"Who's there?" she barked, irritation coming off her in waves. "I know you're there. It's impossible to creep around in these old houses. Something will always give you away. And when I catch you, I'm not going to be happy."
There was no response. Shaking her head, she went on her way. If someone wanted to play silly tricks that was their prerogative, though it clearly would’ve been a more suitable idea for tomorrow. Tonight was murder mystery, tomorrow was trick or treat. Didn't they know the difference?
Entering the library, she was immediately in awe. Letting out an audible “ahh,” she was in love. The large room had bookshelves lining all four walls from floor to ceiling, with a series of ladders dotted about for those tomes that were out of reach. She was actually kind of surprised they let the general public in here, unsupervised. The books looked old, very old, and valuable. Obviously, she wasn't going to damage any of them, but she also knew not everyone would have such consideration.
Having done two admiring laps of the room, peering at all the books and wishing she could have her own library just like it, she remembered why she was here. Clues. Yes. Large bay windows were at each end, and each nook had a sofa and a table.
She headed to the area farthest from the door and began to search. She wasn't entirely sure what she was looking for, but then, if it were too simple, the game wouldn't likely be a “mystery.”
As she riffled through a sheaf of assorted papers, Stephanie heard another noise. Less of a creak this time, but more of a swish. She now knew someone was definitely following her. They must be after her information, because if they were genuinely planning to search the library, they'd have just walked right on in and announced themselves.
Putting the papers down, she grabbed her own notes and sat on the sofa. It was
surprisingly squishy, and she made a noise of surprise as she sank into it, her feet barely touching the floor. She felt grateful she wasn't wearing a skirt or dress at that point, otherwise, she'd probably be flashing her knickers to…well, absolutely nobody.
No one had entered the room. Frowning, Stephanie resolved to sit there a little longer. The mystery person was close enough for her to hear the noise they were making, so they must be right outside the door, perhaps peering around the frame to see if they could see what she was doing.
She waited. And waited. Then, just as she started to disentangle herself from the sofa, a whirlwind entered the room. Or at least, a very whirlwind-like Jenny did. She ran as fast as her heels would allow and dashed into the room, whipping her head around to look behind her. She shoved herself forcefully off the seat and ran toward
Jenny, ready to get very annoyed with whoever chased her as she could tell her girlfriend was genuinely terrified. Turning to face the door, she saw nothing. By now, even she began to wonder if there was any truth to the haunting rumours.
Jenny launched herself at Stephanie and squeezed her tightly, babbling nonsensically. She could just about make out something about “so glad you're here” and “was so scared,” but other than that, she was none the wiser. Pulling Jenny gently out of her arms, she pointed her in the direction of the sofa she'd just vacated, then strode across the room. Looking out into the corridor, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. She shut the door and walked to where Jenny had sunk awkwardly into the sofa.
She had been right about the flashing. Jenny's dress was long enough that there
was no underwear visible, but there was a decent portion of milky thigh, and she
couldn't help but look. Reluctantly tearing her gaze away and sitting beside Jenny, she gently stroked her girlfriend’s hair. After she'd calmed down a little, she prompted, "So what happened? Was there someone following you?"
Jenny looked at her, her face still flushed, but slowly returning to normal. Her girlfriend shrugged. "I don't know. At first, I thought so, because I heard a noise, but
then, I remembered old houses are creaky. So I ignored it. But it happened again--
closer to me—and I just freaked. Sorry."
She slipped her arms around Stephanie who returned the embrace, all the while wondering about the odd noises and what could be causing them. Jenny's experience sounded almost identical to hers, except Stephanie had attempted to confront the person. They'd obviously stayed hidden—perhaps Jenny's appearance had stopped them from slipping away down the corridor. She refused to believe it could be anything supernatural.
Either way, she'd let them get on with it. The idiot was just trying to scare people. If she found out who it was, she'd get them back big style tomorrow. But for now, she had a beautiful girl snuggling into her neck and planting little kisses on the delicate skin there. Stephanie shivered with pleasure. Jenny was obviously feeling better.
Craning her neck to look down, she grinned as Jenny returned her gaze. "You all right now, sweetheart?"
Jenny nodded. "I'm fine. I was just being silly. Me and my overactive imagination. I watch too many TV shows. Though I wouldn't say no to a bit of comfort."
Jenny's wicked grin and jauntily raised eyebrow left Stephanie in no doubt as to what she meant. "Oh, I'm sure I can manage that."
Pushing herself out of the sofa's cushiony grasp once more, she slipped to the floor and knelt in front of Jenny. A hot rush of lust washed through her body. Earlier, she'd mentioned how much she’d wanted to shove up Jenny's dress and get at the
gorgeous pussy beneath. She hadn’t thought it would happen until it was time for them to go to bed, so an illicit encounter in the library was unexpected, but very welcome.
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