Uncnown - The Widow_s Companion

And then Maxwell offered her the cigarette.

It appeared to be no more unusual than any other cigarette, set in white paper with a gold lipstick end and some sort of filter. "Well, if you're old enough for champagne now," he laughed, "you're entitled to a first cigarette as well. Go on, it won't bite you."

"Oh, but I -"

And then Dominique's face turned more stony than Ellen had ever seen it before. The older woman blew smoke out through her nose and looked at Ellen frightfully, and the pert teenager realized that the weekend could become very unpleasant if she was going to hold onto her childishness much longer. And anyway, who was it who had warned her of smoking? Her mother, whose opinion could scarcely count for anything now.

So she allowed Mr. Carter to light up the cigarette and she took a slow but even puff on it.

To her surprise, she didn't even cough, and in fact the smoke, coming on the heels of the champagne, seemed to have quite a heady effect on her. With the second puff she began to feel very lightheaded indeed, and she was very much ready to retire to the living room when it was suggested.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand when she had finished the first, and although she didn't want to add to her escalating tipsiness, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. As she drank, she could hear the servants finishing off in the kitchen and dining room somewhere, and finally there was silence from that direction with a series of doors being slammed. The three of them were alone again in the big house. Handsome nuzzled his furry snout against her party exposed thigh and her fingers played affectionately around her ears.

Maxwell Carter had started the stereo, and, as they relaxed over their drinks and cigarettes, the most sensual music seemed to waft through the air of the living room-cum-library. By now the pungent sweetness of the smoke seemed to hang very heavy as well. It seemed to Ellen that the scent of that smoke was exceptionally honeyish, but she was not experienced enough to know what that meant, or to distinguish it from ordinary smoke.

"Time for our evening movie," Maxwell whispered, and then he disappeared behind them and could be heard doing something in the projection room. In another moment the library's lights had dimmed, the screen had slid down from the ceiling, and white flashes were flickering across it as the film began.

The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the occasional deep inhalation and exhalation. Occasionally one of them coughed as well. And then there was a picture on the screen.

The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one side with a large mirror standing near it. While Ellen puzzled at this, her empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted.

She had lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was Maxwell or Dominique that had given her the glass. But it didn't matter! The cigarette made her thirsty and dreamy, and she poured the cool liquid down her throat greedily.

It was nice to have someone looking after her the way the Carters did; she loved them as if they were her real parents now. A happy, relaxed feeling suffused her voluptuous young body and a soft smile of appreciation flooded her sensual face.

On the screen, an innocent-looking young red-head had appeared by the bed. She could not have been over sixteen and was the most lovely thing Ellen had ever seen. She had a look of loneliness on her face that touched Ellen to the depths because she felt all alone too. She identified with this beautiful long-haired girl and concentrated on her completely.

On the screen, the actress picked up a picture from the dressing table, looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to the pear-shaped fullness of her proud young breasts outlined so clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. Then she placed the framed photograph gently on her pillow and began to undress.

In a close-up, Ellen saw that the picture was that of a handsome looking German shepherd. Her beloved pet, no doubt.

Meanwhile, the girl pulled her dress slowly upwards, exposing her highset calves and full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty lace-trimmed pink garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy alabaster of her nakedly exposed flesh.

"What is this?" Ellen could hear her own voice saying groggily, but it sounded too unreal.

Dominique patted her hand gently. "Ssssh, darling. Shhh."

The dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her magnificentlyrounded torso emerged. Then her white brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full grandeur and beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into view. They stood high and proud, accentuated by the lighting in the film. Their turgid little nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, peaking still higher as the girl raised her arms high up over her head, unpinning her long shining red hair and then releasing it to cascade softly down over her alluring shoulders.

The girl was almost naked now, in just high unfashionable stiletto heels, long black hose and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to them; then she drew the silken panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks – brushing them sensuously along her smooth thighs and calves, and finally discarding them at her feet by her dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly as she turned front-ward. All of her delicious nakedness was exposed now, from her high sumptuously rounded breasts to the soft chestnut triangle of her vaginal mound.

Ellen shifted nervously as Maxwell sat down next to her with a fresh drink in his hand. Dominique got up to get something in the darkness, and Handsome left Ellen's lap and followed slavishly after her.

The thirteen year old blonde had certainly never expected anything like this, but the champagne and the cigarette had made her head so giddy that she couldn't think of any appropriate comment. And anyway she was still conscious of her desire to appear "adult" before the Carters.

The girl in the motion picture lay back on the bed now; she had picked up the framed photograph of the German shepherd and was looking at it longingly. Ellen gasped aloud as the actress free hand massaged her breasts in passionate circles, her fingers tweaking the rubber-eraser nipples into throbbing hardness. The girl's legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin teenage slit of her vagina nestled so titillatingly inside the curly auburn hair up between her thighs. Her naked ass-cheeks twisted back against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire was reflected in her hotly glowing eyes.

Ellen squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the cushion of the sofa brush electrically against the soft swelling of her throbbing young pussy. Staring at this unexpected shock, her breath quickened and her nostrils flared wickedly.

As she sipped breathlessly the last of her champagne, Mr. Carter lit two more thin cigarettes and passed her one. Without thinking, Ellen inhaled deeply from hers until she began to cough, and then he took it away from her and passed her another full glass of champagne. She could feel an unfamiliar tingling in her loins expanding in size as she drank.

Gradually, however, she could feel herself beginning to unwind and come free of her inhibitions. The heat and excitement of the motion picture had begun to stimulate the drugged blonde girl against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion shoving her skirt and panties up tighter against her pelvic area. She rubbed herself gently against it, worming the cushion corner directly into her moistly pulsating cunt lips. Her aroused young body rocked on it then with an almost discernible rhythm – in unison with the girl in the film. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs as she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.