It took less than a day for my body to decide that the waiting was worse than the likely discomfort. As the sun fell below the hills again, I voiced some feeble excuse, and made my way to the stables. I was excited and aroused, surprised at the level of my enthusiasm, and determined to take advantage of whatever opportunity presented itself.

Only a single lamp was burning as I arrived, and Dominic could be dimly seen throwing feed to the chickens, while talking to the horses as he often did. I walked up quietly behind him, and encircled his waist with my hands, burrowing my face into his shoulders, and held him still. I heard the gasp as I touched him, felt the relaxation as he realised it was me, and was a part of the mutual sigh as we both realised this was where we wanted to be.

He turned then to face me, threw the bucket onto a pile of straw, and took me in his arms. After crushing our bodies together for a moment, he tipped my face up to his, and quickly kissed my lips, before speaking.

"Alys, where did you go?"

"You were asleep, my love. I returned to the castle, and my bed."

"What did I do then, that you had to run?"

"What? Nothing Dom. I just didn't want to be caught. I could not stay."

"Then I..."

"You what?"

"...didn't... do badly?"

"You... Oh! No, lover. You did well. Did you not think so?"

"I could not tell, and you were not here to ask, Alys. I have been worried all day."

"Oh, you should not worry, Dominic. I was pleased."

"You were?"

"After all, it was your first time..."

"So it was not wonderful?"

"... and mine. I think we should both improve..."

"Oh."

"... with practice. Do you not agree?"

"I cannot say."

"Then we must prove my statement."

"We must?"

"Indeed. Dominic, will anyone be coming into the stables?"

"I would think not. But no matter. We can hide in the loft again."

"I would not hide tonight."

"No? What then?"

"Down here, my love. As the horses do."

"You would make love like a horse?"

"I would have them watch, as we have watched them."

"You are the strangest..."

"Yes Dom, you said yesterday."

"I would repeat it."

"You need not. Dominic, I would have you let me know what you like. I need to tell you that I like this."

"This?"

"The way you stroke my back, and press against me."

"Like this, Alys?"

"Just like that."

Nothing more was said for a while, as the two of us became a little more accustomed to each other, standing there in the middle of the floor. Eventually, I removed myself from his hold, and smiled, before speaking. "I can feel you, Dominic, even through all of these clothes. I can feel your urgency, your need."

"You are not exactly reluctant yourself."

"No. Curiously I am unworried at capture as well. Take my clothes off me Dom."

"We cannot. Not here. Imagine!"

"We must, Dominic. I will not wait longer."

"No. I will not take that risk with your reputation. Could we..."

"Yes, lover? You have a solution?"

"We need not, this time, remove all our clothing."

"Oh, indeed! Come Dom."

"Wait. You would need to remove your underthings. At least some of them."

"Oh. I am glad the lights are dim in here. You would see my red face."

"You are embarrassed to remove them, after last night?"

"I am neither embarrassed at that, nor am I wearing them."

"I do not understand."

"I am blushing because you might now wonder what sort of woman I am."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not wearing any."

"You're not?"

"No."

"Oh... Good!"

"Good?"

"Stop talking, and blushing. You're wasting time!"

"Oh! Alright then. Well?"

"Bend forward a little, and hold that rail."

"Like this?"

"Oh, God yes, just like that."

As I looked back at him over my shoulder, he unbuttoned his trousers, and prised out his by now solid erection. He looked funny as he advanced on me, cock at the ready, and I couldn't help laughing. He stopped suddenly, and stared at me.

"I'm your entertainment now?"

"You are, but not yet. Get on with it!"

"Turn away, wench."

"Wench? You needn't think you'll get away with that."

He didn't respond with his voice, smiling instead, and advancing. He lifted my skirt up with both his hands, and placed his hands on my hips before saying anything else.

"Are you sure this is what you want, wench?"

"Indeed, my stallion," I replied, tingling from his touch, and feeling the cool air suddenly, both around and between my legs. "But hurry, or I'll find a real one."

He pulled in close behind me then, his breath on my neck, and as I stood more or less still, his fingertips wandered over me, leaving his gentle impression on my legs and buttocks before moving to the front, and slowly taking over my mind...

As the fingers from both hands touched near my so recently deflowered parts, he took advantage of the copious lubrication, and slid them up and down my damp cleft, spreading my unresisting legs, and my eager nether lips, delving curiously through my thatch of hair, and deep inside me. Opening me, stroking me, unnecessarily readying me.

Managing not to fall over, primarily by leaning on my back, he removed one hand from its lovely preoccupation with my deepest secrets, and while the other hand continued its explorations, he slid his slippery way further up, and made himself known to my most sensitive parts. He must have had some instruction from friends, because he knew exactly where it was, and he attacked it in exactly the right way, foraging carefully around the area, and then darting across, sending a shiver through me in the most wonderful way. I was thoroughly distracted by the activities of his hands, and his lips on my ear, and hadn't noticed quite what the dextrous boy was doing until he removed his other hand, and somehow effortlessly replaced it with something built for the task.

As he slid deeply inside me, I could feel my vagina stretching to accommodate him. I decided suddenly that I very much liked this position, where access to my pleasure was so easy and effective, and resolved to repeat it frequently.

Rational thought took a back seat for a while then though, as Dominic started to move inside me. I could feel a twinge of pain, and knew that I should have waited a little longer, but the pain was nothing compared to the feeling of fullness, and the anticipation of release, and I surrendered myself to it, swaying back and forth in opposition to his movements as his cock and his hands caressed me so delightfully.

I couldn't put up with this for too long though, and as I felt my excitement rising, I asked him to remove his hands, and he held my hips instead. Our movements were more synchronised, faster, deeper, and much, much more likely to push me over the edge. I just kept moving, and feeling. No time for thinking. Thrusting mindlessly, I was jarred by his voice croaking in my ear that he couldn't hold off much longer, and that was all I could stand.

I pushed harder against him, telling him not to hold off at all, and as I felt him explode deep inside me, I exploded too, yelling and whispering at the same time, whimpering as the contractions pummelled my body. Dom wasn't exactly unaware of my movements, and every time I shuddered or shook, he jumped. Eventually he couldn't stand it any more, and pulled himself back, removing himself from me, and resting his hands on the rail I was holding, his breath coming in short gasps, his body hot and exhausted.

I shuddered a little more, beneath his protective arms, and just as we started to calm down a little, a noise in the doorway made us both jump, and before we could think about it, I was standing upright, my skirt down below my knees, and Dom was buttoning himself up, standing about five feet away from me. By the time we realised it was a false alarm, I was patting a horse, and Dom was feeding chickens again.

"You know, Dominic, you have the right instincts for misbehaving."

"You are hardly in a position to pass opinions, I think."

"My behaviour doesn't make my observations invalid, stable boy."

"You, servant girl, have no respect for the rules."

"There are rules?"

"There are. You couldn't be expected to understand."

"I don't think I even care!"

"As I thought."

"I know what I want, though."

"Yes?"

"More of that, Dominic. A lot more."

"Your wish is so easy to grant, Miss."

"I will think of harder wishes when my brain is working again."

"As you wish."

"Speaking of harder, how did you...well, last so much better?"

"This time, Alys, it is I who would blush."

"Why would that be?"

"Well, I did not wake, up in the loft, until this morning."

"Yes?"

"And... I was thinking about the happenings of the evening, and I could smell you on myself..."

"Yes?"

"I... became excited, and..."

"You frigged yourself?"

"You know that word?"

"Do not avoid my question, boy."

"I did."

"Ah. Good."

"Good?"

"I told you I didn't mind, Dominic, and if that's what it takes to get this sort of performance, I'm certainly in favour. I'd like the chance to help, sometime, though."

"You amaze me on a regular basis."

"Indeed? That is a good thing to know. Listen Dom, I must go."

"Right away?"

"I must. Apart from anything else, I would rather like to clean up."

"Oh, my apologies Alys. I did not think."

"It is not a problem. Quickly, kiss me and release me from your spell."

"I have not bewitched you, Alys."

"Oh, you may not have intended such, but you certainly have!"

. . .

So it proceeded.

I found someone that I could trust with some questions about the avoidance of becoming with child, and Dom and I taught each other everything we could. We made love in every location we could find, every position we could think of.

The loft was still a favourite location, especially late at night. It was warm, and soft, and a few more blankets found their way up the ladder, and made the whole thing more comfortable. I was especially fond of him taking me from behind, the way we had down with the horses, and we found ways to accommodate this thing that we both liked, in all sorts of locations. Dominic was a stunning stallion.

When the risk of babies was too high, we would relieve each other in different ways, and our mouths and fingers became casually intimate with one another. Once I managed to overcome his natural shyness in this matter, Dom loved to show me how he did it, and report to me when he last abused himself. I liked to show him also, and I found the idea of someone watching especially exciting. Sometimes, just for the sheer variety of it, we would meet and not touch, each of us masturbating madly, either at the same time or one after the other. We didn't always manage to keep our distance, and would collapse together, hands frantically reaching for each other to finish the job.

Other times, we were only interested in slow, romantic, relaxed coupling, and Dom's ability to hold off improved considerably over the months. Eventually I was able to count on obtaining my release with him without touching myself, and that expanded the options further.

I was especially fond of anything to do with water, and we stripped naked one day down next to a local stream, before swimming briefly, and then joining merrily on the grass, careless of the noise, or the time, and I had to think of a feasible explanation for my sunburnt neck. Our next visit to the stream was to repeat the exercise in the dead of night, and we only just avoided being caught by a shepherd.

We did it in Dom's hut that he shared with some other boys, betting on them staying out for long enough. I sneaked him into my room once, and it was wonderful, except that we both went to sleep, and I was very nearly found out by my father, which would have been disastrous.

The long summer made it relatively easy, and we became cocky as we escaped again and again. Even a scare when my courses were late only kept us from our escapades for a day or so. In fact, the possibility that I was with child meant that we didn't need to worry quite so much. You can't break something that's already broken. We didn't let a little messiness get in our way either, and Dom seemed not at all concerned if we carried on during my few days, and I found that I had less pains as well, and encouraged him therefore. The river was ideal of course, at these times.

As the Summer rolled to an end, we settled to a less hectic pace, meeting on a regular basis, but without such a frantic need. We were both relaxed now about dealing with the physical frustrations away from one another, and it was seldom a night went by for me without satisfaction, either with Dominic or by myself. It seemed the perfect arrangement, and was in many ways.

As the level of familiarity with each other increased, we often talked about the possibility of involving other people, but in the end, it only happened twice. Both times it involved my exhibitionist visitors, but in completely different ways.

The first time, Henry and Kath were visiting, and had repeated their offer for me to sleep on the floor in my room, rather than finding somewhere else. I was enthusiastic, in hopes of a replay of the show that had catapulted me into all of this activity. In the end though, I stayed out late, having had a better offer.

I had needed, from time to time, assistance with getting in and out of the castle, and eventually confided in one of the other servant girls, gradually telling her more and more of the details. She chose this night to block my path in the hallway, and threatened to tell someone unless I took her with me.

It only took me a moment to decide. I smiled sweetly at Simone, and took her in hand, skipping happily down to the entranceway with my gift for Dominic.

Dom was a little nervous when I showed up, but Simone was beautiful, friendly, and eager, and he soon calmed down. I didn't have anything to do with it really. The three of us retired to the loft above the stables, and after I convinced him, Dom worked his now well practiced magic on Simone, talking her into removing all of her clothes before he caressed her body in ways that he'd so recently learned. From me!

I kept my distance, listening to the two of them talking, watching what was happening. It turned out that Simone had had a little experience with men, but none of it of a positive bent. She was a little stunned that Dominic spent so much time looking after her pleasures. I was worried for a moment that I had started something that might cause me more trouble, but by the time Dominic was pumping between her pale sweaty thighs, my thoughts, and my fingers, were strumming in time with the two of them, consequences forgotten. I came when she did the first time, and managed it again before Simone did, his tongue caressing her just the way my fingers did for me.

As we sat together afterwards, firm friends again, she told me that Dom had promised to talk to a friend of his about her, and I stopped worrying. As we wrapped ourselves in the blankets, all three of us fell asleep, and by the time we woke again, it was very late.

Simone and I sneaked back inside, whispering to each other of men, and their delights and silliness She kissed me thank you at my door, and danced off happily, and I fell back into my room, honestly forgetting for a moment about the theft of my bed. I saw Henry just in time to avoid falling on him, and reluctantly retired to my blanket on the floor, but not without taking a good look at his bare posterior.

Henry woke me in the morning, as he had the first time they stayed, stumbling from the bed to throw on a robe. I wasn't nearly so desperate to see him this time, his bare bottom still clear in my mind. He left the room in silence, as was, it seems, his normal behaviour. It only took a moment before Kath spoke.

"Alys dear, what are you doing down there on the floor?"

"I was sleeping here, Mrs Staples, remember?"

"We don't need to start that 'Mrs' business again, do we? Get up here, and talk to me in your bed."

"Sorry Kath. I shouldn't."

"You must!" I climbed up gratefully from the hard floor, and clambered into the bed beside Kath. As I lay back, she reached over and turned my face toward hers, and spoke more quietly. "That's better. Alys, you weren't there when Henry and I came to bed, and that was latish."

"Yes, I was... busy, Kath."

"You are a silly girl, you know that?"

"I am?"

"Indeed you are. Here you are with a perfect opportunity to spend the entire night with your man, and you deserted him."

"Kath, I wasn't..."

"You were so. No need for that."

"Yes, but I..."

"Hush. Tell me girl, are you taking the proper precautions?"

I paused before answering. "Yes Kath, I am."

"And you are well?"

"Indeed I am."

"Good. Alys?"

"Yes Kath?"

"You should have hopped in your own bed, after you foolishly returned."

"Oh, I could not! What of Mr..."

"Henry."

"What of Henry?"

"He would not mind a bit, having such a lovely young lady in bed with him, I am sure."

"You are not exactly a traditional woman, are you Kath?"

"There are more women like me than you would think. Could I extract a promise from you, Alys?"

"I suspect so, unless it is outrageous."

"You might think it, though I would not."

"Well then, I must hear it, before I can say."

"Do you have any commitments this evening, Alys?"

"Tonight? No. Dom... No, I have none."

"Could I rely on you being in this bed at a reasonable hour?"

"In my bed? For what purpose?"

"Well, bed warmer, I think the traditional term might be. But think of it more as an experiment. You need only tell me, and I will release you now."

"You would both be present?"

"If you permitted."

"You wish this, Kath? You are not being pressured?"

"Pressured? Indeed not. I make my own decisions, much as you do, I feel."

"We do seem somewhat similar. I will be here. May I reserve the right to leave, should it become uncomfortable?"

"Of course dear. It will not."

"You are sure?"

"I am."

"Then I shall be here. Kath, I must go. Chores await me."

"Not without a kiss, my dear."

We reached for each other, and our mouths melted together. Her certainty was contagious, and I no longer worried about the coming evening. I was looking forward to it.

In the event, the entire escapade was without embarrassment or difficulty. Henry was ever the gentleman, despite his servant status, and Kath stayed back and facilitated. It turned out that it was Henry's birthday, and I was honoured to be his gift. It was appropriate, of course, after having presented Dominic with a similar gift the previous night.

The next day, with some degree of trepidation, I told Dominic the whole story, presenting the dalliance as educational, and proceeded to show him what I had learned from Henry. I had thought he might be upset, but he continued to press me for details as we coupled recklessly behind a shed in the afternoon, the dappled sunlight changing the look of his sweaty body, my whispered confidences raising his excitement, and I knew he was not concerned. As time went by, he would ask me again and again to tell him about my night with Henry, and it always resulted in a more energetic joining of our bodies.

After the two escapades mentioned above, Dominic and I both decided that, while they had both been worthwhile events, the risks involved outweighed the gains, and we would not invite others to join in our games. I was content with this, on the whole, though I wondered what might happen if the Staples visited again. We were happy though, we were in love, and life was good.

At least it was until the night that I strolled into the stables, ostensibly to visit with my favourite horse, and found that Dominic wasn't there. We had agreed to meet, and I was a little surprised at that, but a bigger surprise was the presence of the stable master, and the fact that he wanted to speak with me.