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Just Two More Months
by Eric Waters (eric_waters4567@hotmail.com)

***

A young and proper couple in the 18th century will be 
wed in two months' time, but their longings threaten 
social propriety. Can Nanny find a solution? (MFF, 
reluc, voy, 1st)

***

Isabelle clutched at her Nanny's sleeve. "Please, 
Nanny, in only two months we are to be wed. Surely a 
bride and groom should be able to speak together in 
private for a few moments so close to their wedding."

Nanny wouldn't have any of it. "A few moments for 
conversation? Child, I wasn't born yesterday. Your 
hands would be the only parts of you talking. We have 
chaperones for a reason. No, you will be a virgin on 
your wedding night, even if I have to lock you in the 
cellar." Nanny couldn't help but smile as she chided 
Isabelle. She had known the girl since the moment she 
was born, and she loved her as if she were her flesh 
and blood.

"But Nanny, how can Aaron and I...how can we plan our 
future together..."

"Sorry, but you can talk all you want on your 
honeymoon. If you find time to talk at all."

"But Nanny!"

Nanny saw the hunger that stirred just below Isabelle's 
surface, and she decided to indulge her...but not in 
the way that she was expecting. "I love you, child, but 
not enough to take a beating for you. But don't worry. 
Nanny will make it all better. When Aaron arrives 
tonight, we'll find a way for the two of you to... get 
to know each other a bit better. Now make sure that you 
freshen up."

"Yes, Nanny."

"I mean, take a bath. You're not as sweet-smelling as 
you think, perfume or no."

Nanny took a few minutes to make arrangement to give 
them all some quiet time and then located Ursula. She 
told Ursula to put little Benjamin to bed early and 
report to her afterward. Ursula nodded, clearly wanting 
to know why she was needed, but she did not ask.

Aaron reported to the manor punctually. He was well-
dressed and smelled of horse and leather. Nanny greeted 
him in the salon, as was proper, and explained that the 
Master and Mistress were at the symphony this evening. 
As they climbed the stairs to Isabelle's chambers, 
Nanny took the opportunity to walk behind him and 
admire the view. "In my younger days..." she mused to 
herself.

Ursula was waiting, as instructed by Isabelle's door. 
Nanny knocked and then let them both in. Aaron smiled 
when he saw Isabelle and reached out for her, but Nanny 
batted at his hands with her folded fan. "None of that 
now. Even with the 'cats away,' there are still rules."

Isabelle looked at Ursula curiously. "Nanny?" she 
asked, gesturing to Ursula. 

"Ah, yes, well," she looked at Aaron. "I understand 
that you young people would like to spend some time 
alone." Nanny figured that Aaron had scripted 
Isabelle's remarks.

"Yes," said Aaron, "it's sometimes difficult to have a 
conversation of the heart when there are prying ears... 
no offense, dear Nanny."

"No offense taken, but if I may say so, that's utter 
cowflop." Nanny snorted. "I know that look. You both 
have it. You're like starving men who've just entered a 
tavern. Well, let's be honest. The intercourse you two 
have in mind isn't intellectual." Isabelle blushed. "So 
you're going to do as I say. Nanny's in charge tonight. 
Rule Number One is that you aren't going to touch each 
other, not so much as hold hands."

Isabelle looked annoyed. "You've made that rule clear 
for ages."

"But, you will feel a bit... calmer once the evening is 
through." Nanny walked a few steps to a small table 
that held a porcelain pitcher and basin. "Ursula, come 
here."

Ursula was a short but well-rounded woman, perhaps in 
her mid-twenties. She was the family wet nurse, a 
position indicating that she had lost her 
respectability at a young age and was now useful in 
only the most limited and socially trivial of ways. She 
was pretty in a plain way, having neither the time nor 
the resources to devote to her appearance. 

Nanny handed her a washcloth. "Time to tidy up, girl. 
You're having company over." Nanny glanced at all three 
of them, relishing their dazed expressions. "Come now, 
this needn't take all night." With that she tugged at 
the simple dress that Ursula was wearing, pulling open 
the front and exposing her professional breasts. They 
were graced with wide areolas and just a hint here and 
there of milk.

Isabelle gasped. "Nanny, whatever are you doing?"

Nanny looked tiredly at Isabelle. "Your turn in a 
minute, I'll help you unlace as soon as Ursula gets 
started." Ursula looked dazed, but started wiping her 
chest and armpits with the damp cloth. "Good girl. Now 
as for you, dear, turn around so that I can undo your 
corset."

Aaron (his eyes twisting to stare at Ursula without 
turning his head) protested, "Madame, I have no idea 
what you think is going on..."

Nanny started working Isabelle's lacings. "Good sir, 
you are going to get out of your lovely riding outfit. 
I'll help you with your boots if you require 
assistance."

"But, Madame, to what end..." Aaron probably didn't 
notice that he was already undoing his cravat.

Nanny sighed dramatically. "You and your fiancée are 
not allowed to touch each other until your wedding 
night. But being young and full of vital energies, you 
are inclined to violate the rules of civilized society 
and run off before you have your family's blessing. The 
solution is simple, and I'm surprised that you haven't 
thought of it. With Ursula's help, the two of you are 
going to ease your anxieties in what the Greeks 
identified as a cathartic release."

Isabelle turned her head. "Nanny, you can't possibly 
expect me to stand by while Aaron touches Ursula!"

Nanny continued her technical work. "My dear, Ursula 
has two ends to her, and I intend to put them both to 
productive use."

Isabelle had no idea what Nanny mean by that, but 
replied meekly, "But if he touches her, he will be," 
she sighed, "unfaithful to me." 

"Unfaithful? My dear, how is that possible while you 
are in the room? There are no secrets here, only two 
vigorous young people making use of a...of a warm 
cushion between them." Nanny smiled at the image. She 
twisted her head and saw that Ursula was standing on 
her crumpled dress, facing away from the group, and 
scrubbing herself with the washcloth. Aaron had (bless 
his heart!) managed to disrobe himself with amazing 
alacrity and was already demonstrating his appreciation 
of Ursula's delightful curves. Nanny had known a few 
gentlemen of the finest families who had married for 
appearances' sake, even though they had not longed for 
a woman's touch. Their wives, poor creatures, could 
only suspect that their own shortcomings were to blame. 
Aaron was not evidencing any such inclinations.

With the more complex garments finally undone, Nanny 
slid Isabelle out of her underclothes with relative 
ease. When she finished, she took the girl by the 
shoulders and turned her around. Isabelle could see her 
betrothed over Nanny's shoulder, and witness his proud 
member. Nanny sighed and considered, once again, how 
different things would be if she were but a few years 
younger.

Nanny went to Isabelle's bed and threw back the covers, 
careful to monitor the three unclad figures out of the 
corner of her eye. She piled the pillows at one end and 
gestured for Isabelle to approach. Isabelle walked to 
her own bed, uneasy about what Nanny had in mind. 
Isabelle had long brown hair and green eyes. Her body 
was crossed with the markings carved in her flesh by 
her the most fashionable of clothing. She was lovely 
but did not know how to take pride in her gentle 
curves. 

"Now, sit yourself up here, leaning against these 
pillows. That's right, except that you have your knees 
together. Here," Nanny reached out and opened 
Isabelle's knees. Isabelle closed them immediately and 
Nanny opened them again, this time giving Isabelle an 
open-palmed slap to the inner thigh. 

Next, Nanny gestured for Ursula. Ursula stumbled over, 
one hand covering (inadequately) her breasts, and the 
other her crotch. Nanny looked disgusted. "Come now, 
dear, we all know you're not a virgin. Why feign shame? 
I need to have you lie down on the bed. No, no, lie 
down on your stomach. That's a good girl. Now, you will 
note that your face is right next to Isabelle's flower. 
I want you to touch her flower with your fingers and 
caress it with your lips. 

Ursula looked up at Nanny, perplexed. "But, Madame, I 
do not know how..." 

Nanny said, "Don't lie to me, girl. I know that a 
wanton like you knows how to stroke her own flower. And 
surely you know how the French kiss. Combine the two 
and you'll bring great joy to Miss Isabelle."

Ursula looked at Isabelle's fur and lips and began to 
stroke them timidly with her fingertips.

Nanny wanted to offer her more advice, but she knew 
that her next priority was taking care of Aaron. He had 
moved close without being invited, his stalwart manhood 
bobbing up and down with each heartbeat. His eyes were 
transfixed on his beloved's open thighs.

"And now, good sir, as for you," Nanny took his hand 
and brought him to the side of the bed. She grabbed 
Ursula's ankles and twisted her so that she was turned 
half off of the bed. Then Nanny opened her arms and 
pulled the girl's legs open. Ursula did not seem to 
notice the indignity, as she was occupied with her task 
between Isabelle's legs. Isabelle had her eyes half-
opened, and she grunted and giggled as Ursula 
discovered her sweetness.

Nanny grabbed Ursula's hips and pulled her up so that 
her knees were resting on the side of the bed. Her sex 
was now facing Aaron, and he was clearly waiting for 
his cue. "Let me check one thing," said Nanny. She 
thrust two fingers into Ursula's fur-covered mound and 
pulled them out, examining the secretions. She nodded. 
"Clean enough, I warrant. Well, have at it. Your 
betrothed is close to paroxysm."

Aaron took his place next to Ursula. He seemed eager 
but confused. Had he never been to a brothel? Nanny, 
ever helpful, placed his member between her thumb and 
forefinger and led it to Ursula's moist core. As he 
slid in, Ursula lifted her lips from Isabelle's lap and 
let out a low moan.

"That's right, dear, enjoy it," Nanny said quietly, 
almost to herself. Isabelle's eyes were now wide open, 
and Nanny moved behind her to push up her pillows so 
that she could have a clear view. "Watch carefully," 
she advised. "It looks barbaric, but you can tell that 
Ursula is enjoying it."

Isabelle's face began to twist in delight and 
confusion. Her chest was flushed. "Nanny, what's 
happening to me?"

"Let it happen, dear. Hold Ursula's head in your hands 
and use it to bring you pleasure."

Before Nanny could finish what she was saying, Isabelle 
burst with a high-pitched squeal which certainly got 
the attention of any help left working in the house 
that evening. Aaron began to pump Ursula in earnest. 
Nanny suspected that, due to his lack of experience, he 
would not last long. She observed Ursula, who was 
bucking enthusiastically against Aaron's thrusts and 
simultaneously exploring Isabelle with her index 
finger. Nanny swatted her behind. "None of that, you 
cow. Isabelle has to bleed like a stuck pig on her 
wedding night. We'll not be giving you her maidenhead." 
She repositioned Ursula's hands so they were cupping 
Isabelle's ass cheeks.

Aaron was breathing heavily as he gazed into Isabelle's 
eyes and plowed into the wet nurse. Nanny had hoped for 
more from him, but she wasn't surprised. She coughed 
expectantly and asked, "Pardon, kind sir, but I have 
been asked about your choice in music."

Aaron didn't hear the question at first, so Nanny 
repeated it. "What in the blazes are you talking about, 
woman?"

"It's just that Isabelle has a cousin, Edward, who is 
in a small chamber group...well, I guess they're all 
small... and it would mean a great deal to him if he 
could play at the banquet after the wedding. They don't 
really do dance music, but they would set a very 
respectable mood..." Nanny prattled on about the 
matter, and the distraction worked. Aaron slowed his 
pace and seemed near to losing his erection at least 
twice. When he ignored the question, he could restore 
his vigor, but Nanny keep the conversation going until 
she saw that Ursula's backside was trembling with joy. 
The girl deserved fair compensation for her labors.

Aaron's face looked like he was lifting a heavy weight. 
He grunted and then half-collapsed as he emptied 
himself into Ursula. After catching his breath, he 
twisted and seated himself at the foot of the bed. 
Isabelle looked on in fascination. 

"Ursula, get up," ordered Nanny. "Yes, I know your 
knees are weak; find the strength to stand. Now 
Isabelle, you'll see a white fluid matted in Ursula's 
nether regions. That's the milk that will someday bring 
you a baby." At the word "milk," all four noted that 
Ursula's breasts were leaking, but they said nothing. 

"But what about Ursula? Mightn't she become great with 
child?" Isabelle's question produced a stunned look on 
Aaron's face.

Nanny snorted. "Not likely, but what of it? When the 
help gets pregnant, that's no concern to decent folk." 

Ursula was wiping herself off at the pitcher and basin.  

Nanny sat down between the naked couple. The room 
reeked of sex; she would have to burn extra candles 
before Isabelle's parents returned. "Get dressed now, 
you two. We'll see if you can make it two more months 
until your wedding day." Nanny sighed. "If not, we'll 
arrange something..."

Ursula looked away and smiled to herself. 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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