Chapter 9
“Your parents live here?” Emily asked, her voice full of disbelief as the gates opened and they drove in. The gate closed by its self only several seconds later.
“Yes, doll. We had a similar place just outside of Grimsby, when we lived there. But we sold it when we moved here,” She spoke like it was a normal thing.
Kennedy parked the car in front of the house and pulled out the keys.
“How?” Emily mumbled, “How can they afford this?”
“Get out of the car, doll and you can have a better look.”
Out of the car, seconds later Kennedy walked over to her side and wrapped her arms around her waist as she stood behind her.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is.”
“But how?” She asked again.
“Well, doll…” Kennedy pecked Emily’s neck. “My dad comes from old money and my mum’s parents made some money bonds and other interests,” She explained.
“My dad also has made a little money writing fantasy novels over the years. Probably nothing you heard of though.”
Emily stared at the house and then to Kennedy, turning around in her arms. So they were now chest to chest.
“And you didn’t tell me this why?” She asked still stunned. “Because you thought I would try and use you for your money if I knew?”
“No!” Kennedy quickly denied. “I never thought that.” She sighed and rested her forehead against Emily’s.
“I was embarrassed.”
Emily raised an eyebrow, “Why would you be embarrassed?”
“Because I am just a rich kid working for my own fun. I don’t need too. My parents give me all the money I need, whether I want it or not. I didn’t want you to think I was some spoilt brat trying it out with the normal folk.”
Looking deep into her eyes, Emily knew what she said was true.
“Oh, Kennedy, baby,” She giggled. “You are so dumb sometimes.”
Kennedy’s face blushed and she hid her face in the cruck of Emily’s neck.
“I love you and I have never and would never think that of you,” She said rubbing Kennedy’s back.
“Yes, you are a flirt, overly sexual in public at times and very loud, but never spoilt,” She teased.
“Hey!” She pulled back.
Emily grinned and pecked her lips.
“Come on, show me to the bathroom. I am still pretty sore.”
Kennedy frowned, “I’m sorry, doll. I’ll get you some painkillers and run a nice bath for you and then I’ll show you around the house, alright?”
“Sounds good.”
After getting the bag out of the car, they walked inside hand in hand.
“Only your parents live here?” Emily asked staring all around the house wide eyed.
“They offered my brother and sister and their spouses room to live here but they said no and live in cottages not far from here.
“My parents bought them as presents, despite them saying no. They also still give them money, even though they work and don’t need it or spend it.
“My sister and her husband run a local pub and Duane and Ashley run a landscaping business. They love gardening. They have also offered me a place when I get married, so don’t be surprised if my mum mentions it. She is a little forward but harmless enough.”
“What did you say? About living here?” They were walking up a large set of stairs.
“I said I would have to see how I felt closer to the time and speak to my wife about it,” Kennedy said smiling as she looked at Emily.
“This is our room.” They enter a large room with a king size Georgian style four post bed. It had white with gold patterned curtains, with tie backs at each post and there was trimming around the top of the bed with the same material on. The frame was wooden and the bedding was the same design as the curtains.
The rest of the room was decorated in the same era furniture. Including a large dressing table with a huge oval mirror and a stool with again material that matched the curtains, the windows had heavy looking curtains of a similar style. There was also a small chandelier light on the ceiling.
“You like?” Kennedy asked letting coming out of another door in the room.
Emily didn’t even notice her let go of her hand.
“I love it. It’s like a princess dream room,” She said only then noticing several porcelain dolls sat on a shelf.
She walked closer and looked at them more.
“You like my dolls?”
“Yes.”
“They are pretty like you. But you are more pretty.” Kennedy walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist and rested her chin on Emily’s shoulder as she stood behind her.
“I started collecting them when I was four,” She chuckled at the memory. “Not really the boy thing to do, but my parents knew from an early age I wasn’t a normal boy.”
She loosened her arms and took her hand, “Come on, the bath will be done in a second. I have all the towels ready.”
“You ran a bath? When?”
“When you was checking out my bed.” She lead her into the door she just come from to reveal a regal looking bathroom, styled in the Georgian way. But with modern fittings and a large grey and white marble bath in the centre. Big enough to fit six Emily’s. There was two marble sinks and mirrors against a wall, with wooden cabinets underneath.
The floor was tiled in a faux marble effect.
“This was all like this when we moved in. The last owner modernized the building with electrics, indoor plumbing and stuff,” Kennedy answered Emily’s unasked question.
“I love it.”
“Good, because we will be here a lot, doll. Get undress and in the bath with me. Oh yeah, but first…” Kennedy ran from the room and returned a minute later to a naked Emily.
“Here’s a pain killers to help with the pain,” She said handing Emily two ibuprofen pills and a glass of water. As she took them Kennedy removed her own clothes and her eyes raked over her body. Once done she took the glass and placed it on the side beside the sinks.
Together they got into the steaming hot water which was filled with muscle relaxing bath salts.
Kennedy turned off the dual waterfall style tap.
Despite all the space, Kennedy insisted Emily sit between her legs so she could hold her.
At first she had a hard on. “I’m sorry, doll. We don’t have to do anything. You just look really good. Don’t worry though, I promise it will go down.”
“You sure?” Emily asked turning her head slightly. “I can give you a helping hand if you want.”
In a matter of seconds Kennedy was sat on the edge of the bath, so her bottom was no longer submerged in the deep water.
“I’m guessing that a yes,” Emily laughed getting to her knees in front of her girlfriend and taking the member in her hand.
Slowly she started to pump it. “Tell me if I am doing it wrong or too slow.”
“Your doing great, just hold it a little tighter.”
She tightened her grip making Kennedy groan. “Yes, just like that.”
Emily watched as small droplets of pre-cum seeped from the end. At the same time as she was doing this Kennedy closed her eyes, only to quickly reopen them when she felt the soft tongue and lips of her lover caress the end of her shaft, whilst still pumping him with her hand.
“Oh God, doll!” She exclaimed, “Keep up like that and I’ll be shooting in your mouth,” She half warned, but secretly loving the idea.
Much to her surprise, Emily continued. Even taking more and of her manhood into her mouth.
The sensation was too much for her. “I’m gonna cum!” She literally screamed, internally thanking God her parents were out.
Not even a second later she released a large load into Emily’s open mouth. Kennedy almost fall off the side at one point, but managed to stop herself.
Something that was becoming the norm, Emily surprised her by drinking and swallowing all of Kennedy’s seed, licking the member clean and then her lips as she pulled back.
“That actually tasted a lot nicer than I expected,” She confessed moving back so Kennedy could sit back down.
Kennedy stared at her in awe for a moment, before saying, “That was so hot. If I hadn’t just cum, I would be hard,” She said sitting back in the same place as before and pulling Emily between her legs.
“So I did alright?”
“Alright? That was awesome.”
After they had both finished washing each other, Emily looked around the room.
“You didn’t bring any clean clothes in.”
“I never do. I dry in here, then throw on a robe.” She points to two white white robes on a hook on the wall.
“I got you one too. Then I go to the bedroom and choose my clothes,” She explained.
“That’s alright. As long as I don’t have to wander about in a towel.”
“Don’t worry, doll. My parents wouldn’t come in and if they did they would knock first.”
As if on cue the door opened and in walked an older woman.
“Mum!” Kennedy screamed and placed her hands over Emily’s chest, knowing how self-conscious she was about her body. Emily’s hands moved to cover her lower half and Kennedy’s mum’s eyes widen in realisation.
“Sorry,” She said quickly, but they saw her smiling as she exited the room and heard her shout, “Hey Dick,” (Dick is a nickname for Richard)
“Kenny’s got a girlfriend!” She sounded beyond happy.
Kennedy laughed, and removed her hands, but kept them around her still. Emily let her own arms fall to her sides and her body sink more into the water.
“Err. I am never leaving your room,” She groaned far beyond embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry, doll. But don’t drown yourself,” Kennedy joked, pulling Emily back up to stop her from sinking.
“How can I go down now? They will think I’m a slut.”
“What?” Kennedy asked honestly confused why she would think that.
“Why would they think that? It’s not as if they came ten minutes before,” She said remembering earlier.
“Oh my God. I think I would have drowned myself if she had walked in with your mister in my mouth,” She tried to sink lower again, but Kennedy stopped her.
“You heard my mum just now. She’s happy. If she had caught us like that…” Kennedy laughed, “She probably would have told me it’s the wrong hole or something.”
Ten minutes later and Kennedy had persuaded Emily to get out of the bath and go down and see her parents once they were dressed.
Again Kennedy choose the clothing, but this time never made her wear shorts.
Emily wore a pair of denim dark blue skinny jeans, with a dark green cashmere sweater, with a belt which nipped in her and showed off her tiny waist and the same black ankle boots she wore earlier. Kennedy wore a pair of Emily’s black skinny jeans, black biker boots and red and black polka dot sweater.
Kennedy enjoyed helping Emily get ready and doing their make up, she gave Emily perfect smokey eyes, not to dark and plum coloured lipstick.
For herself she had lighter smokey eyes with a hint of blue, which made her blue eyes pop and a slightly darker plum lipstick. She then dried their hair, her own messy asymmetrical bob hair and Emily’s long hair.
“I love playing with your hair,” She said as she finished of the french braid and then draping it over Emily’s shoulder.
Pulling back and standing in front of Emily she smiled as she looked over her.
“You are one sexy, dolly,”
“You look so hot,” They both spoke at the same time.
Both of them grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Kennedy said wrapping her arms around Emily’s waist.
“Why are we so dressed up? Well, the make up and stuff,” Emily asked.
“I was thinking, if it’s alright with you. That after we have met my parents, we can go to my sister’s pub and see her?” Kennedy asked.
“That’s okay. But you aren’t going to leave me alone at any point?”
“Not for a second,” She reassured her, knowing how shy Emily was.
Her phone beeped and Kennedy checked it. “It’s Clive,” She told Emily, “He is at the pub with the guys tonight. Is it alright if I tell them we’ll meet them there or do you want us to stay home and meet them another time?” She asked her nervously, but then quickly added. “Remember I won’t leave you for a second. I’ll even go to the loo with you.”
Emily giggled and nodded her head. “I’m sorry I’m such a div.”
“You aren’t a div. Just my cute, shy doll. But I will protect you.” She pecked Emily’s lips.
“Thank you, Ken… You don’t mind me calling you that do you? Because I heard everyone else call you Kenny?”
“No. I like that you have your own nickname for me and no one else calls me it,” She said honestly. “I like it when you say it, but if anyone else called me it I would be mad.”
“I feel so special,” Emily chimed teasingly.
“So you should. After all you are the only one who gets to take me home,” She said smirking.
“Yeah, yeah. Now, you said Clive and the guys? Are all your friends men?” Emily asked curiously.
“Most, but there are a few women too.” She looked nervous. “There is one more thing…” She bit her lip.
“What is it? You can tell me. I trust you, Ken.” This made her relax slightly.
“Clive and the guys are bikers. Most of my friends are,” Emily’s eyes widen.
