Play the Game

Princess Diana looked out over the 3rd floor railing, scanning tonight's party guests, with their flowing dresses and trim suits. Everything was colorful - vibrant oranges and pinks, blues and purples, with gold and silver trims that made every movement glitter. Everyone wore masks full of personality, smiling and laughing as they danced to the orchestra. The ceiling was high above her, displaying stars and cosmic color; it was truly a magical place to be. She saw couples sneak away to the corners for privacy, knowing their intent from the way they walked. It reminded her of Avanna, of their plans.

A tug at her dress, a long shimmering midnight blue with bright streaks of silver, and a hand around her hip. "See her yet?" Prince Leo asked. Her love and partner in crime. She giggled as his lips tickled her ear.

"No sign yet, have you spoken to her father?"

"Yes, and I have once again assured him that we would help her find love tonight. Little does he know that love is already named."

Diana thought for a second, "Maybe we should try to find her someone? It was for fun at first, but after two years... well I hope we're not distracting her from a love that's more... consistent."

"Maybe. We can always ask."

"Ask me what now?"

Both of them jumped, and turned to see Avanna - she had snuck up on them silently. Her blonde hair fell in neat curls around her face and over a purple velvet dress lined with streaks of sapphire. She wore a big, sweet smile, and blue eyes that peaked at them knowingly from under a matching purple and sapphire mask. Diana swore she glimpsed a shooting star in the sky above her, as a light briefly outlined her figure.

Leo bowed, "Princess Avanna, so good to see you. How fares your kingdom?" A tinge of humor in his stately voice. She curtsied, "Wonderfully, thank you, Prince. Though, as always, it lacks a little... excitement." She locked eyes with Diana, their usual light blue turning a dangerous dark sapphire, and capturing her for a moment. She was so beautiful. "Princess, are you available? My father would have you guide me to suitors once again."

She returned the smile, "Of course, let us not waste time. We have many people to see." Avanna held out her arm. She stepped forward and took it, letting herself be led towards the staircase. As they passed a pillar, she felt the pull, and with a twirl, her back was against it.

Avanna held her there, leg pressed lightly between hers, holding her hands to the pillar, lips inches from her face. Diana's lips burned, yearning for reward after months away from each other. She could taste the passion on Avanna's breath. Her floral perfume washed over her, sweet and familiar. A moment passed where they drank each other in. "I've missed you, Diana," she whispered.

"Avanna, you look beau-" She was cut off by a finger pressed to her lips. Avanna leaned in, her chest pressing to hers, and their lips brushed. Somehow her lips were even softer than the last time, and she could already feel the urge to whisk them both away upstairs and have those plump, incredible lips on every inch of her body. But this... was only the beginning, a party was to be had and they had their roles. And to play them they had to keep from smearing their makeup. So, as usual, Diana opened her mouth invitingly. Avanna didn't waste a second, and their tongues met. With practiced and restrained passion, the tips of their tongues danced. Wet and warm, teasing little circles, they gave each other just a playful taste, before Avanna pulled away with a smile that said she wanted more but would have to wait. "Shall we meet some suitors?" she asked. Diana took a moment, drinking her in a little more. "Yes, let's go."

To the party they went, and Diana escorted her to some new faces, men and women. Introductions, dances, flirting, laughing, gestures political and not. When Avanna's next adventure was clear, Diana would split off, carrying out her royal duties with Prince Leo. A few conversations later, she'd both scan the shadows, and Avanna was always there, gesturing for her, usually to the third floor, and Diana would excuse herself. Leo would fill in, a knowing look in his eyes.

She'd meet Avanna in secret, ask how the most recent "suitor" went, and the answer was always the same: She'd pull Diana in for a soft, sweet little tongue-tipped kiss, chuckle, and say "You're still my favorite." Then, she'd press her body to her, or twirl her and hold her tightly from behind, talking in her ear, and explain why. Romantic somethings like, "Your eyes are ten miles deeper than theirs." or, "All I found within them was lust and greed, where there's love, and passion, and fun... and naughtiness in you." At this point, her hand would travel down, dangerously down, to her waist in a mock imitation of a rough grip. "And they held my hips like this, instead of like this... like you do." With that, her hands softened into a firm fit just above the hip bone, and a million memories of what accompanied that touch hit Diana all at once, making her weak. Then she'd always finish with, "And their tongue could never do to me what yours does." And they'd do the lipstick-saving tongue play again as Diana tried to catch her labored breath.

And this time, that kiss was longer. Their hands moved over curves and dress ties, suggestive, wanting. Avanna pulled her in, but Diana held her desire and pushed back playfully, smiling. "Next," she whispered to her, watching Avanna's eyes squirm. Rarely did Avanna look this turned on, and uncontrolled, this early. Excitement rolled through her nerves as she thought of what they would do when the game could be dropped.

Down again they went, to a different group, more "suitors" Diana knew of. She took her to an attractive guy she and Avanna knew was a cheater. As planned, they humored him, worked him up, and watched his eyes fill with wanting. Then, Diana left to let Avanna work. 30 minutes later she found her again, in the shadows, smiling with pride. "How did it go?" Avanna reached a hand towards her, waiting. Diana slowed her step, making her wait, making Avanna watch her approach. That got a naughty smile as she stepped impatiently out to take her and spin her to the pillar. That same chuckle again, before she said, "You're still my favorite. He'll hopefully be better now that he knows how humbling love can be. But. He will never," her head leaned in, eyes dangerous, "ever," her lips brushed her cheek, her leg pressed between hers, into her gown, "ever" she licked her ear, "ever, beat you."

This intensity made her whole body hot, and she felt wetness below. This time, Diana pulled her in, wanting, whispering, "Tell me why." She felt Avanna's palm snake down her back. "You're so much kinder, and your laugh gives me butterflies." Her hand reached her hip, "You have so much more love in your eyes, and the light of your smile blinds me even from the farthest corners of the hall." Then to her butt, grabbing it through the dress, and whispering, "And your butt fits way better in my hands." Her nails and the gems of her dress were digging in, low and close to her vagina. Diana was lost in the flattery, the heat. She pulled Avanna in closer, caressing her open back down to her hips, and to her butt. It felt so good against her hands, with Avanna continuing to whisper in her ear.

"And your breasts.... put his chest to shame."

"And your voice... pulls me in, where his, pushes me away."

"And his tongue... could never do what yours does."

Diana licked her ear playfully, catching a jeweled earring and some of her hair. She pulled back and went forehead to forehead, hands to her breasts, squeezing, then those hands moved to Diana's hair, and her tongue tangled with hers, and both of them whispered a soft moan. This game was getting... dangerous.

The heavy tension was undeniable, and Avanna seemed to give in. Both of their hands reached into the folds of dresses, skin on skin, breath got hotter, and the world began to spin... but Diana felt herself pushed away, with a playful, light pinch to her nipple. Avanna smiled wickedly, gazing at her, "next" she said, lust and power emanating from her. For a few seconds, Diana couldn't speak, her brain locked in fantasies of dragging her to an endless night of passion. "But.." Diana breathed. Avanna could see right through her and stepped forward with a sympathetic smile. She laid a finger on Diana's lips. "Shhhh, princess, you have princess things to do."

Right. It was early, and some would be suspicious if they left now. This game was not over between them, it might even reach a new level. She smiled, already knowing tonight with her and with Leo would be among the best. And speaking of Leo, it was time they threw the suspicious off their scent. As Avanna said, she had princess things to do, like be with her prince.

She and Avanna returned. As usual, some questioning looks went their way. Always it was the same reaction to their second time disappearing and reappearing together. But they knew what to do. First, Diana found the third suitor, an actual suitor, in the form of a sweet, beautiful younger woman. They both knew her, and both had confirmed with the other that her eyes had been on Avanna at all three parties in the last year. "Look at her, she's holding in so much. I'll help her explore herself," Avanna whispered as they approached. Diana nodded with a smile, then led her in, giving introductions, and recommending a garden stroll to enjoy the fresh night air. That's all the girl needed. Flushed and excited, she took Avanna's offered arm, and the two were off.

Sensing eyes on her, she made off for her Prince. Finding him in conversation, as always, she whispered in his ear. "I need you. Now." He smiled and excused himself. Excitedly, she led him towards the garden, a skip in her step. She felt eyes follow them out and down the grand stairs, past the fountain, and into the hedge maze.

Alone, they found the camouflaged door to a hidden gazebo. Walls of flowers in full bloom surrounded them. Leo twirled her in the low torchlight, and blurred pink, blue, purple, white, and yellow filled her vision, but how easy it was to lock eyes with Leo, and savor a brown that was even more vibrant.

Every young couple had their secret spot, and this was theirs. She remembered taking him here after months of dates, letters, and courting at parties. Tearing off his clothes and giving him everything in a flare of passion and bliss. She remembered pulling him here in a silent panic, to talk about her feelings for Avanna for the first time, and how passionate his love and support for her was. Then, she had pulled Avanna here... it was the first time they had touched each other, and just that memory alone brought back all of tonight's teasing and buildup. She turned to Leo, pushed him into a flower-covered pillar, and let herself go.

His soft, smooth face met her hungry lips, makeup be damned. His arms pulled her in tightly to a deep, hot kiss, and she floated her lips down to his chin and neck, feeling his chest. He chuckled a little, "a good night so far?" She smiled, "Yes. She got me... got me so good..." He spun her into the wall, pressing in and kissing her neck, and her ears. Between happy gasps from his touch, she continued: "Ah.. Between you and her.. ah.. how is this princess supposed to behave herself?" Leo stopped then. Just warm breathing in her ear. Then his fingers dragged slowly down her dress, caressing her hip, rounding her leg. He was such a fucking expert at touching her. "Don't," he said. His fingers found her, firm but gentle, over the folds of fabric. "Don't behave yourself." She gave in further, wrapping her arms around his neck as he massaged her collarbone with his lips and tongue. His hardness was firm and pulsing against her leg. "Yes. Yes. That sounds good." She moaned.

He whispered in her ear then - sweet nothings, fantasies, and promises. Warmth seared within her in response to his voice, and her imagination released itself. With her body slowly and lovingly caressed in Leo's flexed arms and embraced by the soft flowers on the pillar behind, she came. Her body flexed against his hold, straining with ecstasy. Images flooded her psyche of all things that might happen that night between the passion of her lovers. Every muscle lived them, and for many moments, she was flying.

Finally, she fell back. He caught and held her, breathing with her. After a while, she breathed, "I'll get you back for that. That. Was amazing." Leo smiled, eyes a mix of love and victory. He chuckled, "I know. You always do."

She led him out, not yet fixing her makeup, knowing that eyes would see her lipstick a little where it shouldn't be. To those eyes, she had just been off with her prince, not Avanna. A simple trick, even though none of it was an act. They had done this at almost every party, even those without Avanna. She made a show of hiding somewhere and fixing her makeup before she returned to the party. Guests started to come up to her to bid her farewell and thank her for hosting. Thoughts fully on the night to come, the long political kingdom goodbyes wore on her. She looked for Avanna after a while but saw no sign. She smiled to herself, hoping Avanna had finally found someone worthy of being a partner. A little extra time wouldn't hurt... she could surprise her with something she'd wanted to try for a while.

The goodbyes continued, Leo next to her doing his best to speed them along. The girl Avanna had been with never appeared either. With the last guests gone, she scanned once again for her... No sign. "Leo, can you fetch something for me?" She whispered in his ear, and he smiled, "As you wish." She bit his ear, "See you soon." Their eyes locked as they parted, sharing naughty smiles. She made her way up, deep in her thoughts, feeling the warmth in her ready to blaze at her command, the taste of them both fresh on her tongue.