Scandal [Erotic Tales of Long Livery Hall Book 2]
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by Victoria Knightly
Category: Erotica/Bisexual Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: Mary-Ann Everdene, a maid at Long Livery Hall, loves sex with other girls, especially her best friend, Polly Vance. Nevertheless, she tries hard to fit the social norms through frequent sexual coupling with Colum Lanyon, the head footman. She knows that "normal" sex with Colum isn't going to work in the long run, but Mary Ann is reluctant to cast him aside while she can still enjoy threesomes with him and Polly. The crunch comes when she and Colum are chosen to accompany their master's daughter away from Long Livery, leaving Polly behind.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: August 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [231 KB]
Reading time: 150-210 min.
Mary Ann Everdene was sure she was alone when she took off all her clothes and set them down beneath a prickly gorse bush. The relief she felt at being on her own was exceeded only by the pure joy of being completely naked. Emboldened by her own audacity, she approached the slow-moving Lynher River which meandered across the Long Livery Estate like a giant slow-moving snake. She paused at the river's edge and gazed up and down before testing the water with one foot. It felt deliciously cool and clean, a counter to the oppressive heat of the day.
Mary Ann smiled to herself. She knew she was trespassing, but she wanted to swim in the river because her body was dripping with sun-baked sweat. She wanted to do it also because she loved being nude and she knew full well that it was wrong. It wasn't the first time she'd intruded into the estate and she didn't intend it should be the last. It was shameful, probably sinful, for her to be standing fully naked on Sir John Windlesham's Cornish land, preparing to swim in Sir John's stretch of the river, but it was probably safer than trespassing on anyone else's land. The aged gamekeeper was lying drunk in his cottage--she'd checked on that--and Sir John's family was taking afternoon tea on the lawn at the rear of Long Livery Hall, so who was likely to see her?
With a hand pressed against her mouth to stifle an incipient giggle, she walked on into the river, stepping carefully on the sandy bed until the water lapped at the tops of her thighs. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as the coolness caressed and tickled her sex bush before she launched herself out into the smooth, gentle flow, swimming with long, ungainly strokes. Her elation soared. Such sensual enjoyment on a hot summer's day came rarely to hard-working girls like Mary Ann and she was determined to make the most of it.
She turned and floated on her back so that she could feel the sun's heat on her face, her breasts, her belly and the white skin around her pubic hair. From nearby trees a group of thrushes cheered her on. A fish jumped farther upstream; a sudden flash of silver followed by a splashing noise. She looked around, treading water, and listened for a few seconds, but there were no other sounds, no indication that she wasn't the only person in the vicinity. Satisfied, she rolled onto her front and swam easily, lethargically to the far bank. A large willow, its drooping branches as still as the warm air, cast its shade over a small sandy beach as she waded ashore. Even beneath the overhang, the air was humid and heavy.
Somewhere nearby, a lark sang lustily, trying to outdo the thrushes in the thick greenwood. Other birds joined the chorus until it seemed the air was rich with competing birdsongs. Hidden deep in the undergrowth butting up to the riverbank, small unseen animals rustled amongst the leaves. The smell of newly cut grass that lay in the meadows beyond the surrounding trees floated on the still air, sweet and fresh. Another smell lay lightly on the air, so light as to be only vaguely detectable: the faint, soft scent of magnolia drifting across the landscape from the Long Livery Hall flower gardens.
Aware that a broad smile of contentment was creasing her face, Mary Ann lay down on the warm riverside sand and squirmed like a cat nestling into its favourite haunt. This was more than simple enjoyment: this was exciting. As a virgin, she had long sought and found her sexual pleasure in such simple things: the warming touch of the sun's rays, the feel of the earth against her bare body, the light stroke of her fingers probing through her downy pubic hair. And, of course, she had long taken delight in closing her eyes to better enjoy comforting daydreams of the naked bodies of other girls.
The cool river water was already evaporating from her skin, leaving behind a light, sensual tingle. With her eyes tightly shut, she luxuriated in her nudity, cupping one hand beneath a firm breast and sliding the other between her thighs. The hair around her vagina was still wet and the lips felt especially squishy, liberally lathered with her sex juices. She pushed two fingers into her open cleft, taking advantage of the lubrication to rub that special little bump that gave her so much pleasure. Why not, when no one could see her. On one level it was such an innocent form of pleasure, on another it was so wicked and deliciously exhilarating. She rubbed herself faster and harder until her breathing became erratic and her heart was beating rapidly. Sweat began to form again all across her body. She threw back her head while vigorously thrusting her fingers in and out of her vagina, stimulating all her senses towards a joyful orgasm. A low moan escaped her lips and she arched her back away from the ground. The climax arose quickly and peaked like a slow-motion eruption, rumbling deep inside her belly. It rolled on through her whole body until there was nothing left of it and she slumped back on the sand.
She waited for her heavy breathing to abate before she opened her eyes, and that was when she became aware of a new noise, an intrusion into her privacy. Still not fully recovered from her orgasm, she sat up and listened, anxiety slowly replacing euphoria. Is someone else swimming in the river? No, it wasn't the sound of swimming; it was a paddling sound. The intruder was paddling close to the riverbank, feet splashing in the water with no pretension towards caution. Mary Ann crossed her hands over her breasts, unsure what to do.
"Where are you? I know you're around here somewhere." It was a female voice, soft and friendly, and it came from nearby.
The voice became clearer as the intruder came into sight: a girl, as naked as herself, striding unembarrassed along the bank before turning up onto the beach. Mary Ann felt a shiver of fresh excitement rustle through her when she instantly recognised the other girl. She had seen her fully dressed in church, had exchanged glances with her, but even that distant interaction had given her moments of unexplained pleasure. Staring at the girl's lovely, heart-shaped face while seated in a hard church pew, Mary Ann had felt her sex juices seep out and dampen her drawers. The sight of that same girl here on the riverbank, totally naked, sent her emotions soaring. How could she be so lucky? She clasped her thighs together in an effort to stem the fire that was growing inside her.
"Oh, there you are." The girl called out to Mary Ann with no surprise in her voice.
She seemed to be about the same age--Mary Ann would be nineteen in one month--about the same height, the same slim build with firm, conical breasts, and with the same light blue eyes. Only their hair was different: Mary Ann's head was crested with blonde, shoulder-length tresses, but the other girl had short, curly auburn hair. The tops of Mary Ann's legs closed in on thin wispy pubic hair, but the other girl had a thick mass of dark curls.
"I knew you'd be somewhere around here." The girl strode up the beach with her eyes aglow, seemingly with the pleasure of their meeting. "I've seen you before. I've seen you in church and I've seen you here by the river. Seen you swimming in the river with no clothes on."
"You've seen me naked?" Mary Ann glanced around, wondering if anyone else might have caught sight of her in Sir John Windlesham's part of the river.
The girl didn't seem inhibited by their joint nudity, rather she appeared to be enjoying it. She wiggled her hips as she came close, almost as if she was trying to tantalise Mary Ann.
"The first time I saw you undressing I thought you looked really lovely. It gave me such a thrill. You always looked so nice in church, but you looked so much nicer still without your clothes." She sat down close beside Mary Ann, their shoulders almost touching, and stretched out her slender legs on the sand. Her skin was pale and flawless.
"You didn't tell anyone about me?" Mary Ann glanced back across the river to where her own clothes were hidden. It seemed pointless to worry about them now.
The girl shook her head. "You'd have been caught if I had. Besides, I wanted to meet you so I wasn't going to tell on you, was I? Trouble was I didn't know if you'd tell someone about me. Up at the Hall they think I'm wicked."
"Why?" The one word came out spontaneously. At the same time many other more pertinent questions raced through Mary Ann's head. She struggled to make sense of what was happening to her rampaging senses: the shiver in her hands, the longing in her mind and the warm, damp sensation arising again around the entrance to her vagina.
The girl shrugged. "They know I'm not like the other maids. Miss Windlesham makes so much trouble over it. She hates me. You won't tell on me, will you?"
Certain now that she was safe with this girl, Mary Ann smiled. "Of course not. Where are your clothes?"
"Left them on the riverbank, a bit farther upstream. I took them off while I was watching you. I knew you couldn't see me, but I saw you undressing and I thought it would be nice to do the same. I've never been naked like this with another girl. It is nice, isn't it?" She drew up her knees and wrapped her arms about them. "What's your name?"
"Mary Ann Everdene." She sucked her lower lip uncertainly before adding, "You're one of the Long Livery maids. I've seen you in church in Saltash with the other maids. Saw you this morning, and last Sunday, and the Sunday before that."
She had seen the girl because she had been looking for her and, having set eyes upon her, had let her imagination run riot. It had been so easy to ignore the vicar's boring and interminable sermon while conjuring up a picture of what the maid looked like under her clothes: her breasts, her belly, her bum and... She had dreamed up such an exquisite image of the girl's sex hidden inside her drawers. Those thoughts had been pure conjecture, wishful thinking, and now she knew for certain how delightful the maid looked naked, how utterly desirable. She wanted to touch her, feel her, but dared not for fear of frightening her away.
"I saw you as well," the girl said, seemingly oblivious of Mary Ann's thoughts.
"What's your name?"
"Jenny Ellery. Where are you from? Do you live in Saltash?" She shifted just an inch closer and put one hand to the ground, resting her arm lightly against Mary Ann's back. It was such a soft touch and yet it instantly became a conduit between them for the transfer of a tacit understanding. They each had a secret...the same secret...and they could share it with one another without shame.
"I live at the lace making factory." Mary Ann's heart seemed to be bursting from inside her chest, radiating feelings of uncontrollable affection towards the other girl coupled with an intense desire to caress the maid's nude body.
Now that she had time to examine Jenny closely, she saw that her deep, round eyes held an unfathomable mixture of sadness and pleasure. She hadn't seen the element of sadness before. Was that because they had never been as close as this? Mary Ann wasn't at all sure how to decipher such emotion; maybe the whole thing was just her wild imagination.
"You're a lace maker?" Jenny said.
"I do some of the fine needle lace. They say I'm quite good at it."
"And that's where you live? At the factory?"
Mary Ann nodded. "Me and the other girls live in the attic rooms over the workshop. The master's got a house near the church and that's why he makes us go there on Sundays." She flinched as Jenny pressed her arm tighter against her tingling skin. Seemingly reassured by the move, she tentatively put a hand around Mary Ann's slim waist. A bee droned above their heads and then settled into a cherry blossom.
"You must be clever to do that sort of work."
Jenny shifted her arm again, moving her hand up Mary Ann's back and around her shoulders. It seemed such a natural thing for her to be doing, so comforting, so loving.
"I used to look for you in church every week. It made me feel better when I saw you. You used to smile at me."
"You were looking at me all through the service this morning," Mary Ann reminded her. She copied Jenny's move, sliding her arm around the girl's waist, reaching round to her breasts. Her skin felt so smooth, so virginal against the gritty sand. She avoided saying that she'd experienced a strange warm glow inside her when she was watching Jenny in the church, dreaming about her hidden body. Something about that appealing face touched her soul. It was something she couldn't explain to herself, so how could she explain it to Jenny?
"This morning I was remembering the last time I saw you take all your clothes off. You came to the same part of the river and you stripped naked and you never saw me watching you. I was thinking about that this morning in church. It gave me a nice warm feeling between my legs." Jenny sniggered. "I bet the reverend would have had a fit if he knew what I was thinking."
Mary Ann chuckled in response: the reverend would have had a cataclysmic fit if he had the merest inkling of what both girls were thinking during his sermon. She snuggled herself even closer to Jenny. They had only just met and yet she already felt at ease: physically excited, but emotionally at ease.
"We have to go to church every Sunday," she said. "The master says so. I'm glad, though, because I get to see you. You've such a nice face. The other girls I live with don't have nice faces. Mostly, they're rude and they make fun of me."
"Because I won't do sex things with boys. Most of the other girls do it. They take their drawers off and let the boys play with them down between their legs. I don't really want to have a boy doing that to me." She pushed her arm far enough around Jenny's body to let her fingers play against her nipples, brushing, caressing, teasing.
"Oh." Jenny shrugged.
She seemed happy enough with the explanation. The natural simplicity in her nature appealed to Mary Ann. The empathy between them had been so quickly achieved and it was so complete. It needed no words of explanation.
Mary Ann clasped Jenny's breast tighter and she felt a shiver run through the girl's body. "You're not cold, are you?" she breathed.
"No. Of course not. I'm sweltering hot."
"You were shivering."
"That's because I love having you feel my titty." She smiled coyly. "Can I kiss you now? I've been dreaming about kissing you. I'd really like to kiss you."
Mary Ann felt her heart flutter and another fire began to glow inside her stomach. "If you like," she said. She lay back and Jenny came over on top of her, pressing her lips to her mouth. The fire inside Mary Ann grew in intensity as they probed each other with their tongues, tasting and testing for one another's reactions. Mary Ann felt as she had never felt before, drawn into such excitement as she had not believed possible. She had no idea how long the kiss lasted: it was simply an endless passage of time. She was not conscious of any decision to draw her lips apart from Jenny's, only aware that when it happened she wanted to kiss the girl again.
"That was lovely," Jenny told her, pushing a hand to the back of Mary Ann's neck, burrowing her fingers in her hair.
"I want to do it again," Mary Ann blurted out, her heart still beating rapidly.
Jenny brought her mouth back to Mary Ann's before she could reply. Once again Mary Ann revelled in the taste of her and the warm smell of her.
This time the kiss lingered longer. Their lips continued to tease and their tongues continued to probe while Jenny took one of Mary Ann's hands and pressed it against her breast. Jenny's nipples were hard as Mary Ann rubbed at them.
When they parted, she took a minute to draw breath and allow her heartbeat to slow, but she remained lying on her back with Jenny on top of her.
"Do you live here all the time?" Mary Ann asked when she felt her senses begin to return to normal. She was still running a finger and thumb around one of Jenny's nipples. Without waiting for a reply, she added, "What do you do here?"
"I work in the scullery up at the Hall." Jenny turned her gaze towards the river, as if she was studying the still water reflectively. "Washing up the dishes and things like that. They say that I'll be able to work as a housemaid if I learn my letters proper. Sir John says we've all got to learn to do our letters."
"I can do letters," Mary Ann said, and it made her feel proud to admit to it. "I learned them in the industrial school before I went to the lace factory. They're easy when you get to know them proper."
"I wish I'd learned to do letters."
Jenny raised one leg and lowered it down into Mary Ann's crotch so that the calf rested against her inner thigh. Her pubis was wet and Mary Ann felt the dampness against her own sex mound. As if she was further aroused by their close contact, Jenny's big round eyes grew bigger and rounder.
"Will you show me?"
"Reckon so, if you want me to." She wanted to reach down and feel Jenny's wetness between her legs, but held herself in check
Will it be so wrong to touch her down there? Really touch her? Can I touch her the way I sometimes touch myself? Would it be a sin for which I could be punished?
Jenny didn't seem at all worried by what was happening. She smiled, giving Mary Ann an overwhelming sense of belonging, as if she had engaged with Mary Ann's soul by being so close.
"How did you manage to get away from the factory and come here to the river?" she asked. "Do they really let you come here?"
"No. I'm not supposed to go out on my own, but I know a way. The master's at his home and the workshop gaffer won't find out if I get back before supper. He goes out drinking in secret. They say the master would sack him if he knew the gaffer was drinking on a Sunday. He won't get back 'til after supper time."
"Oh." Jenny removed her leg and lay back on the sand. "Have you got no ma or pa?"
She leaned on one side and caressed one of Mary Ann's nipples with gentle, circular strokes.
"You've got ever such nice titties."
"So have you." Mary Ann averted her eyes and stared at the river. Despite the pointed question about her parents, she was strongly elated and almost fully contented. She couldn't explain why. "I don't have a ma or pa. They both died a long time ago. My pa was a farm worker and he took sick and died. Then my ma took ill and she died as well. They said she had cholera. I was on the parish after that, so they put me into the industrial school. Later, when I was older, they put me in the lace factory in Saltash."
"I don't know much about my ma and pa," Jenny replied. "Something happened to them when we lived farther down west in Mevagissey. I was too young to understand what it was all about. Sir John Windlesham brought me here to work at Long Livery, but my brother stayed behind. I think he went to work at the fishing somewhere down west. Wish I knew where he is now." She leaned her head against Mary Ann's shoulder and spoke easily as if it was no hardship to talk about such matters. Honesty and openness seemed to come naturally to her.
"You've got a brother?"
"An older brother. He's called Gryff, but I ain't seen him since Ma and Pa died. That was years ago."
A thrush flew across the river and landed in a nearby tree. Mary Ann wriggled herself nearer so that her face was tight up against Jenny's. She drew the rest of her body closer and kissed Jenny's cheek, just a small peck, hoping it might indicate something important, might lead to something even more stimulating.
"Do you want to kiss me properly again? Like we did before?" Jenny asked in a low, hushed voice.
Mary Ann didn't need a second invitation. This time she rolled over on top of Jenny. She ran the tip of her tongue across the girl's bottom lip and heard her gasp. Emboldened, she pressed her lips firmly against Jenny's and savoured the taste as their tongues dipped into each other's mouths.
Jenny groaned lightly as Mary Ann's hands stroked around her breasts and across her belly. While they still held their lips together, Mary Ann reached one hand lower to rest against Jenny's pubic hair, then the insides of her thighs. They were wet with her sex juices.
Mary Ann wasn't sure what to do next. Should she rub the girl's sex bump the way she sometimes rubbed herself? It would be such a lovely thing to do. She drew back her head and gave Jenny an inquisitive look.
"You're making me all sticky between my legs," Jenny whispered.
"I know." What else could she say?
"Are you sticky as well?"
"Will you let me feel you now?" Jenny raised herself off her back, pushing Mary Ann back into a recumbent position.
"Yes. Please feel me." She groaned loudly as Jenny hovered over her and slid her fingers into her well-lubricated sex cleft. Instantly, a tingle of nerves erupted throughout her whole body, switching on her senses to a degree she had never felt before. There was no hurry, no urgency in Jenny's movements. Her fingers slid in and out...in and out...in and out of Mary Ann's vagina with a slow, serenity that set the mood for the start of their lovemaking: exciting but not rushed.
Jenny lowered her head and pecked at Mary Ann's neck as she delved her fingers deeper. "You're all lovely down there," she whispered.
Mary Ann felt no need to speak; her mind was turned off from everything except the physical enjoyment of the young woman beside her. Her clitoris was alive with pleasure and she took a deep gulp of warm air to calm her racing heart. Something that had always been missing in her life, a sense of fulfilment with another person, was growing in her head. Her very life was changing, developing, maturing with every minute that passed and if she died now, right now, she would leave this life as a more complete woman than she had been before she came here. She was supremely happy in that knowledge.
Jenny worked her fingers faster and Mary Ann felt her juices slide out onto her thighs. She had never before been so wet down there. It felt as if her insides were slowly draining away.
"Oh, God. That makes me feel so strange."
"You can play with me at the same time," Jenny whispered. There was a hitch in her voice that left no doubt about what she wanted.
Mary Ann put her hand hesitantly against Jenny's curly bush, feeling for her vagina lips. They were wet and plump with arousal. She pushed one finger into the cleft and felt for her clitoris. Once she had located it, she rubbed it in the same way she would often do when playing with herself. A low moan from Jenny told her the stimulation technique was right.
They were both breathing hard now, moving to a rising rhythm. The sensations that invaded her body grew and grew until she felt as if she was floating on a cloud of pure sexual desire, untainted by anything worldly.
"Are you almost there?" Jenny asked.
Mary Ann gasped as the tingling inside her became almost unbearable. "Yes. Almost. I've never come like this before."
"Me neither. Finish me now, Mary Ann."
Jenny came down on top of her, their lips met and they kissed until they could hardly breathe. Jenny's hand was bumping against Mary Ann's belly as she pumped her fingers faster and faster. Mary Ann tried to keep up the pace, but she felt Jenny come to a peak seconds before her. And yet it was such a climax as she had never known before. It radiated from her vagina, through her torso and her limbs, to the very ends of her fingers and toes.
When the climax began to fade, Mary Ann slumped back onto the sand and tried to gather her breath. She knew she was smiling, she knew she was happier than she could ever remember, and she knew she wanted to make the feeling last forever.
"Wasn't that good?" Jenny lay beside her and whispered in her ear.
"Yes, it was really good."
"Do you want to do it again?"
Again? Mary Ann was at first surprised, but then she knew that she did want to do it again. She wanted to enjoy that feeling once more. She wanted another orgasm as good as that.
"Yes. I want some more." And she pushed her hand back down between Jenny's legs.
"So do I. Let's try something different." Jenny broke away from their embrace and manoeuvred herself between Mary Ann's legs. "I heard one of the other maids say she sometimes did this."
The Long Livery maid grinned mischievously before she lowered her head. Mary Ann gasped as Jenny began to lick at her vagina lips. No one had ever done that to her before, but the swell of euphoria that immediately arose from the gentle movement of Jenny's tongue soon wiped away any reservations. No man had kissed her, no man had pushed his erection into her vagina, no man had rubbed the shaft of his cock against her clitoris, and neither had she ever felt a need for it. She was glad of that now. Why allow a man to put his penis inside her when she could enjoy such beauty as this? What could possibly be better than Jenny's tongue working so diligently inside her?
Her sense of sheer delight went on rising until she cried out loud as a huge wave of unfettered ecstasy swept through her. Her body went rigid as the orgasm peaked. Pure bliss filled every part of her.
When it had passed, she cried out, "Kiss me again, Jenny."
The maid crawled back to her place alongside Mary Ann, putting two fingers where her tongue had been moments before, rubbing exactly on the spot that gave so much pleasure. With Jenny's lips pressing against hers, Mary Ann resumed her attention towards stimulating inside the other girl's vagina, feeling for her engorged clitoris and caressing it with a circular massage.
Jenny's breathing was laboured when she cried out, "Now, Mary Ann! Finish me now!" Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.
Mary Ann increased the pace of her massage. She felt the maid's fingers work faster and faster inside her and she tried to keep pace with them. Her whole body quivered and...yes...yes...she could feel it: Jenny was at the same peak of ecstasy. Mary Ann soared again in body and mind as a huge orgasm broke over her, bigger and more demanding than before. It was such an orgasm as she had never managed to create by herself, such an orgasm as she would long remember.
When they were fully spent they lay side-by-side on their backs but, for a while, they didn't speak. Her senses were recovering only slowly, but Mary Ann was strangely at peace with her lover, as if she had known her all along and would know her forever after.
"Wasn't that beautiful?" Jenny was the first to sit up.
"I've never done anything like that before." Mary Ann reluctantly sat up and put her hands to her chest where her heart was still beating fast. "You were lovely."
Jenny smiled as she kissed her again. "I think I've loved you since I first saw you. I've dreamed about doing this so many times."
"You love me?" Mary Ann put a hand to her lips. "No one's ever loved me before."
"I love you, Mary Ann," the maid repeated and she kissed her yet again, another long, lingering kiss.
Mary Ann closed her eyes and tried to make sense of what she was hearing. Did she love Jenny in return? How could she tell when she'd never known love? Not real love. Maybe this was what real love felt like. She snapped her eyes open and gazed longingly at her newfound friend's naked body. One day soon, they would make love again.
Of the two, Jenny seemed to recover her senses much quicker. She stood up and dusted the sand from her bottom. "I'd better wash it off in the river before I get dressed. Don't want any other maids seeing sand falling out of my clothes."
"You've a lovely bum," Mary Ann said. "I'd like to see you naked again."
"We'll have to keep an eye open for each other. But I'd better be going now." Jenny stood facing Mary Ann. "They might be looking for me at the Hall."
Mary Ann got to her feet and put her arms about the Long Livery maid, sorry to see her leave so soon. "I suppose you'd better go. D'you like it at the Hall?"
"It's all right, I suppose." Jenny's face curled into an impish look of resignation. "Except for Miss Windlesham, the master's daughter. She's not nice."
"Oh." Mary Ann considered the matter for a moment or two. "Do the rest of them treat you all right?"
"Mostly." The other girl's face went suddenly sombre, as if a dark cloud had drifted across the sun. She turned her head and stared down into the water, seemingly holding back on something until she had to speak out. "It's Miss Windlesham who beats me. She does it for no reason, except that she hates me. She says I have to take it or she'll make sure I'm dismissed. She would too. She'd find a way to have me dismissed. She's like that."
"She shouldn't do that!" Mary Ann's heart went out to Jenny. "You ought to tell someone."
"I told Cook once, but she said I should keep my mouth shut in case I got everyone else into trouble. She was afraid Miss Windlesham would tell her parents that we'd all been making up stories about her. They wouldn't like us saying such things about their daughter."
"But it's not right."
"I know." Jenny kissed her before breaking Mary Ann's hold on her. "I'd better go anyway."
"Can I see you again?" Mary Ann asked. She was about to add the word 'please' but thought it might sound too much like begging.
"I hope so." Jenny smiled and kissed her again gently on her lips. "You'd better go too in case someone sees you."
"Who's to see me?"
"You never know. Someone might." Without another word, she hurried away.