1. Lemon House: Stephanie's Story (Part 1 of 2)


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    appearance. She regarded Stephanie with a frown, biting the inside of an enormous pout. “You have boy’s hair,” she said in a purr of French, fixing her with crazy, pale-blue eyes. Stephanie opened her mouth but nothing came out, her skin prickled. “Stephanie,” she said finally and put out her hand. Fleur stared past it, slowly taking in Stephanie’s clothes, her shoes, and then awkwardly leant to kiss. Her skin was hot and smelt of lemons, not a perfume, a deep infusion. “I will show you to your room,” she said and stalked off, leaving Stephanie to struggle with her rollie-bag on the gravel. The woman had an effortless physicality and such a distracting flip to her hips that, as they walked up the grand staircase, Stephanie had to look away. Eventually, they arrived in some kind of great hall, Fleur tapping her foot impatiently as Stephanie heaved in her luggage. “Your room,” Fleur said, and then nodded. She seemed unsure what to say next, and made to leave. “Oh.” She added, spinning on her heel. “I’ll be… in the garden…” Her cheeks mottled red, as they caught each other’s eye. Stephanie stretched her mouth into a polite smile and Fleur cleared her throat and fluttered out, leaving only the ghost of deep lemons behind. Showered and changed, Stephanie felt refreshed but put off meeting Fleur again as long as she could. By the time she ventured into the gardens, the sun was low, pouring honey across the grass, and following them in to the library through tall windows. Fleur had ...
    brushed and tied up her hair, put on some earrings and trussed her feet in elaborate, strappy evening shoes. Behind her back Stephanie grimaced at the outfit, only to implode with embarrassment as Fleur turned round, a light hearted smile on her lips, and caught the mocking expression. The woman swallowed her smile and slumped instead, unlocking the glass doors of a bookcase with a fearsomely large key. She spoke to the floor. “Umm… This. This is the section you will umm…” The doors creaked open and Fleur waved her hand at the shelves. The books were wrapped simply in red leather and embossed with roman numerals, with no titles or any clue as to the contents. Stephanie took one off the shelf, and opened it to a random page. She took in a paragraph, and felt her ears heat up. Fleur looked at her apologetically and bit her lip. “ Les… Encyclopaedia… Erotique …” She whispered. “Well.” Stephanie closed the book and blinked at Fleur. Who blinked back. “You can start in the morning. There is food in the kitchen.” Fleur said, and clip- clopped off. # As she lay in the stuffy heat of her room that night, Stephanie felt daunted and embarrassed, even bullied, by her cheap-and-cheerful working holiday. She could not believe that instead of a week spent with Bill in the lemony sun she was stuck here with the pout-that-ate-Paris and a room full of antique porn. She toyed with texting him, but she was still too angry, and anyway it was his turn. She gave up trying to sleep and opened her ...
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