Sabine and Charlotte
Fingertips stroked over her flesh, in a touch she’d never known before. Her lover’s hand swept up to the top of her cleft, and a blissful shudder seized her body.
This is how it began….
“Sabine’s health is very delicate.” That’s what her parents would say, to make excuses for her absence at family gatherings. When her parents arranged visits with her fiancé, she listlessly smiled through them. Her parents were so gullible, she almost felt sorry for them… but not sorry enough to risk her freedom.
Her brother Phillippe would pass on news of parties and other gatherings for those of marriageable age. At these events, he was expected to stay at the side of his fiancée, Charlotte- Sabine’s oldest friend.
And Sabine would join them, as her other self. She became a marauder, and every night of freedom was another ship to plunder.
Phillipe always departed early, and as he hugged Sabine goodbye, he’d whisper, “The door’s unlocked. Everything’s ready.” After excusing herself to go to bed, Sabine would steal into his room and lock the door as her pulse raced. Once Phillipe’s armoire was open, she would grab the packages hidden inside. The party would begin soon, but she focused only on her ritual and all its sensual pleasures.
She cast off her shyness as easily as she cast off her loose robe, and set to work.
Men’s fashion had a peculiar set of rules… but those rules made it so easy to disguise herself. Sabine was naturally flat-chested, so she tightened her corset to bind her chest, improve her posture and give her a confident stride. She put on her tight breeches and added a small device at the front- the one part of her disguise she could never omit.
Her long legs were swathed in deliciously tight white stockings, which matched her shirt. Over this was a cream-colored satin waistcoat, richly embroidered with blue vines and flowers. Once her lace cravat was secured with a silver pin, she put on her blue coat and stepped into her high-heeled shoes. The extra three inches made her appear as a man of average height.
Sabine supposedly went without cosmetics or curled hair out of modesty. But since no true dandy would be seen without powder and rouge, they became her mask. Once she slipped her white powdered wig over her brown hair, the last trace of her vanished. The sensation of being unrecognizable thrilled her, enough to send shudders between her legs. She smiled at her other self in the mirror, knowing that any girl would be proud to be courted by this man. But for Sabine, being this perfect man was pure satisfaction. “Let whoever desires him, come forward,” she whispered to her reflection.
The manor house was already filled with lively music and a crush of partygoers. All the women were ready for the approach of the mysterious beau who always wore a blue velvet coat. When they spoke of him, it was in awe- and only to their friends, not their suitors.
He never gave his name, and so his admirers called him ‘The Cavalier”… while their suitors called him ‘damned effeminate.’ Rumor had it if he showed his face at tonight’s ball, he would be challenged to a duel by more than one man.
Charlotte wondered if the Cavalier would arrive. At the three parties they’d both attended, he had ignored her in favor of her more outgoing friends. He’s done far more than kiss them, she thought, feeling heat rise on her skin.
“I need some air- excuse me,” she whispered. Phillippe nodded, and she found herself alone on the terrace. Her thoughts were winding her up tight like a watch, tight enough to hurt. We’ll be married soon, but shouldn’t I feel some excitement? I feel nothing.
Behind her, a branch snapped. Charlotte turned and there was the Cavalier, one slender leg slung over the balcony. He dismounted and gave Charlotte a very courtly bow. “Oh! I didn’t see you.”
“Mademoiselle, forgive me for being forward. But I’ve wanted to meet you for some time,” he said in a husky voice. Since she’d never spoken to him before, Charlotte now had more time to observe him. He was quite young, and although he moved delicately, he had an air of confidence that Phillippe and her other suitors did not. The Cavalier met her eyes and smiled. “Philippe didn’t tell me how lovely you really were.”
“We’re engaged,” Charlotte began. In an instant, the Cavalier was before her, with a hand on her shoulder.
“He’s worried you want to break the engagement.” Charlotte turned away in defiance. “You blush, my dear,” he said, not unkindly. “I won’t reveal your secret. Perhaps you have another lover.”
“Never!” she said. She should feel angry at such a forward remark, but somehow, she felt she was talking to an old friend. That makes no sense- unless…
She couldn’t think. He leaned toward her face, whispering: “Never? No one’s kissed those lips?” Her heart was pounding as he… brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Or is this all?”
“Sir, we mustn’t,” she panted. The young man seized her by the waist.
“You already have my heart, Charlotte,” he said. “I would do anything to call you mine.” Gently he kissed her mouth, rouge-red lips meeting pearl pink. “Charlotte,” he whispered. But Charlotte knew that tone. How many times had that voice softly bid her goodnight?
“Sabine?” she whispered. Charlotte drew away, putting her arms out to keep Sabine back and gasping: “How many of our friends have you ruined? Why would you do this?”
“Ruined? None of them are pregnant,” Sabine said lightly. “I wanted to know what it was like, with a woman- and so did they. It’s beautiful, a secret they’ll never give up.” Cocking her head, she added: “I dared to hope you’d notice me.”
“You did?”
“May I?” she said, indicating she wanted to come closer. When Charlotte nodded, Sabine placed a hand at Charlotte’s waist. Meeting her eyes, she said: “I meant every word I said about you. You’ve always been my dearest friend. Shall we retire?”
“So you can make me another conquest?” Charlotte said, looking pale.
Sabine drew the shaken girl into her arms and gently kissed her face. “You misunderstand- you are everything I could ever want.”
“The way you’d want a man?” Charlotte put a hand to her forehead and adjusted the curls of her powdered wig. “I’m sorry, this is so sudden.”
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone but you,” Sabine said.
When their eyes met, Charlotte thought for a moment that her friend disappeared. And someone else stood in her place: not the rogue who her friends spoke of in whispers, but a boyishly handsome man, with the kindest eyes. The sort of man she’d always dreamed of. But then she blinked and saw Sabine…then the young man…and then both of them, standing before her in the same form. “I…think I understand. But this is all so new. You’ll guide me?”
“You won’t need guiding. But I will make you comfortable.” Slipping her arm around Charlotte’s shoulders, she whispered: “Let’s go into the back parlor. I arranged for Anne-Marie to keep an eye on the door.”
Anne-Marie had been a playmate of theirs since girlhood, and quite shy. “Then she knows? You had her?”
Sabine fully became the Cavalier, laughing in contentment. “Several times in one night.” The catlike grin of the Cavalier overtook her face again when she laid Charlotte on the plush sofa in the parlor. The younger girl spread herself out, trying to take in the energy and being that was the Cavalier. Sabine’s mouth left eager kisses in the space between shoulder and neck, and that husky voice whispered. “Open your legs. I’ll take care of you.” Charlotte hesitantly smiled and parted her legs. Even if this seemed to be someone else on the outside, her friend was still there. All of Charlotte’s trust was in that smile as she pulled up her skirt and petticoats. Sabine smiled and ran her hands over Charlotte’s plump thighs and began kneading them. “You don’t know how I’ve dreamed of doing this.”
An exquisite little gasp left Charlotte’s mouth as the tips of Sabine’s fingers parted her sex. Or what she had always thought of as her sex, based on her limited knowledge. She had never touched herself there, let alone invited anyone else to. Very slowly, those delicate, soft fingertips traced over the lines of her entrance and the softer inner lips.
“More?”
“Yes, please.” Two fingertips continued to stroke and pet as before. Meanwhile the thumb of Sabine’s other hand began stroking over the little bud that right at the top of the cleft. A shudder passed through her, beginning between her legs and clutching her whole body. “Oh, mon dieu….” She wanted to cry out Oh, Sabine, but that seemed incorrect. And what if someone heard her? Her friend kissed her lips before she could reply. Philippe had kissed her with his mouth open once, and immediately apologized. He’d shoved his tongue in quite roughly and Charlotte had not enjoyed it. But when Sabine kissed her, there was a tender parting of lips, a searching until their tongues finally touched.
“Is it pleasant?” The Cavalier was smiling knowingly at Charlotte. “May I kiss you, here?” Her thumb brushed over the little pink bud between her legs.
“I- I never heard of such a thing,” the girl whispered. Her tresses were coming undone beneath her wig, brushing against her collarbone.
Her Cavalier took the curly dark lock and spun it around her finger before kissing it. “Trust me.”
Charlotte nodded and her friend’s handsome face disappeared beneath her skirts. Slender lips, bare after loving kisses had washed the rouge away, found the tiny petal of a clit. A long kiss ripped through Charlotte’s body and she cried out again. Her stockinged legs tightened over her lover’s shoulders, but the Cavalier remained a cool, collected gentleman, kissing down the softness between her legs. The closest Charlotte could come to understanding what was happening to her body was a kind of religious ecstasy, and she moaned: “Dear God! Yes!”
This seemed to spur her lover on further, and kissing turned to sweet sucking. Where Sabine’s mouth met her flesh, Charlotte felt a ripple pass through her. It was a warmth, an arching of all her muscles. Grabbing her lover’s shoulders, her body bucked as she felt that warmth ripple through her again and again. Just how long had passed, she couldn’t say: not with that sweet mouth blessing her. Until Sabine deftly licked her tongue over the little bud. Then it seemed that every muscle in her body tightened at once, giving way to…something Charlotte wasn’t certain of.
“Encore, again, please,” Charlotte panted. Sabine obeyed, flicking her tongue over that one spot like a dancing little flame. And below her, Charlotte felt her body stiffen and then- dissolve into pleasure. No, pleasure had her in its embrace, as she was lifted upward into the moonlight. No, she was the moonlight, silvery and sharp and perfect as her lover embraced her. She could change just as her dearest friend could, into something strangely beautiful. “Sabine,” Charlotte whispered, as bliss burned through her like silver light.
“Don’t use that name,” her friend said, laughing as she kissed Charlotte’s neck. “Oh, you were amazing, did you feel that?” Shyly, Charlotte nodded- and gasped as she felt Sabine’s fingers graze her hole. The young cavalier lifted her fine white hand to her mouth and licked those two fingers, in shameless pleasure. “Delicious, my dear.”
“I know I can’t say your name, but can I say…..” She felt the blush coming, but didn’t let it stop her. “I knew I loved you. Maybe I just didn’t realize how much.”
Sabine nestled up against her. “I always knew how I felt. Shall we continue?”
“Show me,” Charlotte pleaded.
