The birthday celebrations were long and widespread. Even those who had reason to question the decisions of the King and Queen took the opportunity to drink and dance in the street parties, after all Princess Helena was much loved for her compassion. She was young, beautiful and the image of innocence. Helena’s birthdays were always a celebrated affair in the kingdom, but this year was especially important as she was turning 20. Traditionally meaning that she would begin courting this year, though the rules have relaxed a little over the years.

Helena sat at the top table in the dining hall, enjoying the festivities dressed in a simple grey peplos, a light, loose fitting gown. Various Lords and Ladies approached the table to give her their congratulations, Helena graciously thanking them one by one. She always enjoyed having a fuss made for her for her birthday, she felt she has no reason to feel guilty for this mild vanity as the citizens of the land tended to do well out of the festivities — and have fun in the process. As the night drew to a close, Helenas maid, Ophelia, approached to help the slightly tipsy Princess to the bed chamber.

Helena giggles a little as she stood naked in front of Ophelia after being helped out of her gown.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Ophelia.

“One day soon a man will help me out of my gown I suppose.” jokes Helena with a smirk. They both knew that she had no intention of courting for the foreseeable future.

Ophelia smiled back at her. “Well that’s for you to decide. Any man would be so lucky as to wed such a charming young woman, so take your time choosing.”

Helena pulled her hair out of the large, formal bun she had on the back of her head, and let her long, black, wavy locks drop down her back and across her supple breasts. Ophelia looked at the young woman’s body, admiring her tall, slender, olive skinned body. ”And with a body like that, the gods themselves should be envious.” Ophelia said with a wink and a laugh. “Now into bed with you.”

Helena went to bed smiling, giddy from all the red wine. She looked over and watched Ophelia pulling her own gown over her head and getting herself into bed. Helena thought how thankful she was to have her best friend Ophelia always by her side.

Helena always liked Ophelia to sleep in her bed rather than the servants bed in the corner of the room as she wanted to be kept warm at night. Ophelia could never comprehend how Helena could stand the temperature of two bodies in the same bed in the height of summer, it always have her trouble staying asleep.

Ophelia tossed and turned herself awake, covered in sweat as she tried to distance herself enough from the princess to keep cool. Ophelia’s half asleep brain caught onto a sound which pricked up her ears to listen closer. She heard it again: a light panting coming from Helenas direction and the soft, rhythmic patting sound of skin on skin. Ophelia was quite used to Helena masturbating in the same room as her, or even vice-versa — as her direct servant they were nearly never more than a few feet apart so over the years of being present for each other’s most private and intimate moments, these things were not out of place.

But this time, perhaps due to her mild inebriation, Helena’s legs were spread wide apart, her right leg mostly on top of Ophelia’s body.

Ophelia would normally leave Helena to enjoy her moments of self pleasure and try to get back to sleep, but she took interest in Helenas self pleasure tonight. Partly because she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep with Helenas body across her, and partly because she was doing it differently tonight. Usually Helena had her back to Ophelia, on her side and quietly and quickly rub herself into several small orgasms before falling asleep. Tonight, Helenas back was already beginning to arch and with her legs spread, Ophelia could tell she was using both hands between her thighs.

“You’re having fun tonight” teased Ophelia, quietly into the princesses ear.

Helena’s concentration didn’t break, but her mouth briefly turned to a smile as she realized she’d woken up her friend “ha… yeah sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me tonight… feels so good though.”

“Don’t be sorry, enjoy yourself! It’s your birthday!” They both laughed quietly, and Helena got back to what she was doing while Ophelia turned to watch what she was doing.

Helena felt different tonight, the wine must have awoken something inside her. She wanted to explore herself further than she had done before. In her excitement she decided that it might be fun to have someone watch her too. She bravely pulled the sheets off her to give Ophelia a view of her smooth skin, and gentle curves highlighted by the moonlight, glistening gold with her sweat. Her legs spread wide, Ophelia could see the thick, clear cum that had accumulated between her thighs already.

Helena reached down with her right hand, and traced a line from her neck down, between her breasts, across her abs to her belly button. And very slowly teased herself, letting her fingers linger on her smooth mound before they found themselves at home between her moist pink lips. She was surprised how wet she had made herself already, she rubbed two fingers firmly against her clit, then slowly up and down, just teasing her entrance. She felt like showing off how wet she was and pulled her fingers away from herself, hoping Ophelia could see the strands of her juices stretched from her pussy to her finger tips.

Ophelia was in awe of her. She wanted to feel all this pleasure herself, she focused all of her attention on Helena, mentally taking notes for the things she wanted to do to herself.

Helena kept the fingers of her right hand pressed against her clitoris, making little, slow circles, enjoying the soft, warm wetness on her fingertips and the gentle ebb and flow of the pleasure waves rising and receding, but inevitably heading for a high tide of gratification. She could feel the heat filling her cheeks, as she slid a finger gently inside herself, feeling the walls of her warm, wet insides hugging her finger tightly. A soft moan escaped her lips. She gently pressed against the roof of her vagina, feeling for that “good bit” as she had once described it to Ophelia, a textured area that made her eyes roll into her head when she rubbed with enough pressure.

“Hnnnng” she moaned and then gasped at the sensation, “Fuck, that feels insanely good” she whispered to Ophelia. She slid a second finger inside herself and added more pressure to her g spot. Her body convulsed, and she felt a hot wave of her thick cum leak out of her throbbing pussy, soaking into the fabric beneath her butt cheeks. Her fingers began pressing rhythmically against the roof of her vagina, with each motion more of her juices coated her fingers, her ass and her thighs.

Ophelia was surprised as she realized she was soaking wet herself: her legs were clamped together, her hips gently motioning backwards and forwards, trying to attain some level of stimulation. She didn’t expect to it, but the sight of Helenas body writhe in pleasure to her own touch, the aroma of her sweet nectar, the sound of her panting and her fingers buried and jerking inside her wet pussy was making her own juices run.

Helena slipped the fingers of her left hand between her legs to rub her clit while her right hand began to increase speed against her now swelling g spot. “UH! Fuck, oh my..! That’s so so good” she gasped, wanting to tell Ophelia what she was feeling.

“Oh yes, keep going…” Ophelia whispered in Helenas ear to her own surprise.

Helena fucked herself harder at those words. She couldn’t believe Ophelia had said that. It pushed her right over the edge knowing that her best friend was turned on by her masturbating. The fingers inside her pounded hard against her “good bit”, filling the room with the squelching noises of her soaking pussy, and rubbed furious circles on her clit. Her face grimaced with concentration, gasping for air occasionally under the strain of the orgasmic waves crashing down through her chest, through her vagina and radiating through the rest of her body.

“Watch me cum” she managed to breathlessly whisper to her friend. Her while body trembling with anticipation now, her legs spread wider and further up to her chest giving her fingers more access as she increased the intensity of her stimulation to as much as she could manage.

“NNNNNN OH YES! FUCK! I’m cumming!” Helena moaned through her gritted teeth. Before her whole body erupted into convulsions, Helena whining with the orgasm pulsating through her, from nipple to clit to g spot. Her eyebrows pressed together as her brain overloaded on its own gratification. Her hips continued to buck wildly, sending stray strands of her cum landing her and there on her bed, her legs, her stomach and onto the leg Ophelia had underneath Helena.

All without thinking, Ophelia daringly dipped two fingers into the large patch of cum in Helenas thigh and tasted it. Then blushed and hoped Helena was too overwhelmed to noticed.

“That looked amazing” said Ophelia, raising her eyebrows at Helena, who was now glowing with sweat and the aftermath of her orgasm, heaving her chest with the exertion she had put herself through. Helena leaned onto Ophelia’s chest, “You should try now” she whispered. Ophelia giggled, assuming the princess was joking, but then saw the expectation written on her face.



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