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	The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part  Three

	Leaning forward, Robyn pressed her lips
against Marian’s and kissed her.
	The Maids reaction was first that of shock,
of a desire to pull away.  Then as she became
more aware of the soft warmth of Robyn’s mouth
against her own, her heart began to react.
	Years before, while still with the Sisters, a
much younger Marian had enjoyed the friendly
caress of another girl in their care.  The duo had
shared precious moments of privacy easing each
other’s solitude. It had been years since those
encounters, but on cold and lonely nights, the
memory was never far from Marian’s thoughts.
	Robyn leaned back a moment after the
kiss, giving Marian time to react.  When no
comment was forthcoming, she leaned forward
and kissed her again, this time with more passion.
As their lips met, Marian reacted to the pressure
of Robyn’s tongue against her mouth by opening
her lips and letting it slide inside.
	Encouraged, Robyn slid her hand under
the dress Marian had covered herself with and
cupped the brunette’s breasts.  She was pleased to
find it was warm to the touch, a further indication
of the younger woman’s excitement.  She spread
out her fingers, rubbing Marian’s thick nipple to a
stiff hardness.
	“You like this don’t you.?”  Robin asked
softly as she pressed a brief third kiss against
Marian’s cheeks.
	“Yes.”  Marian replied almost too softly to
hear.  The admission came hard for her.
	“I had a feeling you still did.”  Robyn went
on.
	“What?”  Marian said in a much louder
voice as she abruptly pulled back.
	Robyn laughed a little laugh.
	“You don’t remember me, do you?”  she
said.
	“Should I?”  Marian asked, feeling a little
defensive all of the sudden.
	“I recognized you right a way,”  Robin
said, “The moment I saw you riding with Sir Guy.
If anything, I think you’ve grown even more
beautiful.”
	The woman in green paused for a moment
to allow Marian time to think.  She had already
given her a small clue by alluding to Marian
having grown since she’s last seen her.
	A long minute passed, but still Marian
couldn’t place the short haired girl.
	“I guess I looked a lot different back
then.”  Robyn said.  “Besides, I don’t think you
had eyes for anyone but Juliana .

	Hearing the name of her long ago love
opened a dam in Marian’s memory. Images of the
night she last saw Juliana flooded her mind.
	“Blessed Mother, now I remember you!”
Marian exclaimed.  “You where at the Convent of
Saint Ann with us!”
	Of all the memories of  Juliana  that
Marian held dear, the one she had buried deepest
was that of  the night they had been discovered
together by the Reverend Mother and Sister
Catherine.

	As had been their practice, they had waited
until the Sisters finished their rounds and had
retired to their own cells.  Then Juliana  would
sneak out of her room and join Marian in hers.
That fateful night, Marian had not been feeling
well, complaining of having chills from the drafty
cell.
	 Rather than spend an hour or two with
her love and then returning to her own room,
Juliana had insisted that she stay with Marian and
help keep her warm.  Naked, she had climbed
under the thin cover they were all given and
pressed their bodies together, adding her body
heat to Marian’s.  She reassured her friend that
she would return to her own room before the
Sisters rang the bell for morning prayers.
	Tragically, they were so comfortable
together that they fell into a deep sleep.  Wrapped
in each other’s arms, they slept right through the
morning bells. Noticing their absence in the
Chapel, Sister Catherine and the Reverend Mother
had gone to look for them.
	Finding the two of them naked in Marian’s
bed, the Reverend Mother had pronounced them
Spawns of Satan and directed that they both be
punished severely.  Sister Catherine was more
than happy to provide instant punishment in the
form of the riding crop she always carried.  Many
of the girls had felt its sting when their mind
wandered in class or they failed to meet her
standards.  It was said, if not too loudly, that the
old Sister enjoyed it’s use too much.  A sinful
pleasure that seemed to increase with the pain of
those girls on the receiving end.
	With a religious fever in her eyes, Sister
Catherine had proceeded to trash at the two girls
with all of her considerable strength. Despite the
young girls cry for mercy, mixed with those of
pain, the Reverend Mother mearly turned blind
eyes to Sister Catherine’s excess and mouthed
prayers of deliverance for their souls.
	“Leave them alone!”  a loud voice had
suddenly shouted from the open doorway.
	Sister Catherine paused for a moment as
all eyes turned to the sound of the voice. There,
standing in the doorway was another of their
charges.  Older than either Marian or Juliana, the
girl had long auburn hair that stretched down to
her waist.  She was less endowed then either of
the other girls as well. Dressed in a simple cloth,
she seemed only set apart from a teenage boy her
age by the long hair.  Neither of the girls knew
much about their deliverer except that she was
supposed to be the daughter of some minor Saxon
Noble and had heard some of the Nuns constantly
refer to her as a troublemaker.
	“I said leave them alone!”  the girl
repeated as she stepped inside.
	“This is none of your concern. You should
be in Chapel with the others, praying that God
show you the error of your prideful ways.  I think
you should return there.”  Reverend Mother had
said, adding.  “Unless you care to share their
punishment.”
	The new arrival looked past the Reverend
Mother to the two naked girls huddled together
on the bed.  She could see the red marks Sister
Catherine had already inflicted upon them.
	“This will not go well for you if you
continue to interfere.”  Reverend Mother
continued.  “These girls have committed an
abomination in the eyes of God and must be
punished.”
	“All they’ve committed is an act of
friendship and caring.”  The proud girl said,
standing her ground.  “And if you really believe it
to be an abomination, then perhaps you should
inquire more carefully into the habits of the others
in your Order before you condemn them.”
	The Reverend Mother was taken aback by
the accusation. More so because it was true as she
well knew.
	“I’m warning you...”  Reverend Mother
said, changing the subject.  “You are risking the
damnation of your soul if you continue to
interfere.  Not that it would take much more for
your damnation in light of your exploits thus far.”
	“And I’m warning you,”  the girl said
defiantly. “You’re risking a lot more if you
continue.”
	Reverend Mother couldn’t ignore such a
direct challenge to her authority.  Turning to
Sister Catherine, she motioned for her to continue
the punishment.  Then she returned her gaze to
the sackcloth garbed girl to show her she hadn’t
been impressed with her bravado.
	But the girl wasn’t there.  When Reverend
Mother had given Sister Catherine leave to
continue, the girl had moved forward and swung
out at the hand in with Sister Catherine held her
instrument of pain.  A small knife that the girl had
somehow managed to hide on her person flashed
in the early light, drawing blood across the older
woman’s hand, causing her to drop her crop.
Sister Catherine’s scream split the morning air.
	The noise of that cry caught the attention
of others on the way back from Chapel and soon
footsteps could be heard in the halls beyond. The
interruption also gave Marian the strength to
gather her composure and exert what authority
she suddenly knew she had.
	“I am,”  she began hesitantly.  “The ward
of King Richard!”  she then shouted.  “And there
will be no more of this.”
	The increasing sound of footsteps and the
thought of this matter being brought to the
attention of the King was enough for Reverend
Mother to decide that she had to put an end to
this as quickly as possible.  There would be other
ways to punish all involved.
	Marian was returned to the Court, never
to see Juliana again.  She had cried the night she
learned that her friend had been married off to
some French Count to secure a trade deal.  But
those tears were naught compared to those she’d
shed when she’d learned Juliana had died of the
fever that had swept France two years later.  It
was a pain she still carried, made bearable only by
the memory of their time together.
	As for the young woman who had saved
her and Juliana that morning, Marian never even
had the chance to learn her name.  By the noon
meal, she had disappeared from the Convent.
When she had asked about her, the Sisters would
not even acknowledge she had existed.  It was
rumored that she had run away to avoid the
vengeance of the Reverend Mother, but Marian
feared that she might have somehow suffered from
that  wrath.

	“Merciful Mother,”  Marian exclaimed as
she dropped the dress she had been holding
against her body and threw her arms around
Robyn. “I am so happy to see you.  I so much
wanted to tell you how thankful I was for your
help that day.  You saved our lives.”
	“Well I don’t think your lives were really
in danger,”  Robyn said, very aware of the large
naked mounds pressing against her own cloth
covered ones.  “But I wasn’t about to just stand
there and let that witch beat you.”
	“Well, we thought she was going to kill
us.”  Marian said.
	The mention of ‘we’ made Robyn think of
Juliana.
	“I heard about Juliana from some travelers
to my father’s house.”  Robyn said.  “I know she
meant a lot to you.  In fact I was quite envious
when I saw the two of you together. Those Nuns
might not have noticed, but I knew there was
something between you two the moment I saw
you.  I guess that was because I wished it was me
you looked at that way.”
	Marian couldn’t help but think that
suddenly this indestructible warrior woman
seemed very vulnerable indeed.
	“You mean the way I’m looking at you
right now?”  she asked with a smile.

	“It’s getting real late, and not just a bit
cold.”  Robyn said, looking back into Marian’s
eyes.  “Maybe you should get dressed and we can
get back to the camp.”
	Suddenly aware of the chill the
encroaching night had brought, Marian thought it
strange she hadn’t felt it before.  She quickly put
her dress back on.
	“Is there somewhere else we can go?”
Marian asked Robyn as she helped tie up her
laces.  “Somewhere were it can be just the two of
us?”

	Without answering, Robyn took Marian’s
hand in hers and led her up a different path than
the one she’d come down.  The sounds of the
small village could be heard off to the right,
sounds of merriment and song.  She was sure Sir
Guy hated every minute of it.
	The path led them to a small hut, not much
different than those she had seen on Friar Tuck’s
tour this afternoon.  The only real difference
seemed to be that it was all alone in the forest.
	Once inside, Robyn quickly made up a
roaring fire in the hearth, filling the chamber with
pleasing warmth.  Marian sat on a fur covered bed
and watched Robin hang a pot over the fire.
Looking about the small house, Marian realized
just how wrong her earlier idea that Robin Hood
kept the riches they’d gained had been.  Back
home, the lowest servant lived in better quarters.
	“I usually eat alone most nights,”  Robyn
explained.  “John’s wife drops off a pot of
whatever she was making for dinner.  I’m sure
there’s enough for two, there usually is.  It
shouldn’t take long to heat up.”
	“I sure it will be fine.”  Marian said as she
watched her.
	“Of course it’s not much compared to the
feast they are having for Sir Guy and the Sheriff.”
Robyn said as she stirred the pot.  “You can still
join them if you want.”
	“I’d rather stay here with you.”  Marian
answered as she rose from the bed and took the
large spoon from Robyn’s hand.  “Here, let me
make that for you.”
	Stirring the mixture of meat and
vegetables, Marian reflected how natural it felt to
cook for Robyn. She couldn’t imagine herself
doing this for Sir Guy or any man.  But for the
woman across the room it seemed the right thing
to do.
	“This looks to be almost ready.”  Marian
said as she realized that it only had to be heated
up.
	“This should go well with the meal.”
Robyn said as she produced a bottle from a chest
at the foot of her bed.  “The finest from the cellars
of the Duke of Kenshire. At least the finest that he
made the error of shipping through Sherwood.”
she laughed.
	Using some plates that sat on a shelf over
the fire, Marian served both Robyn and herself.
With no chairs or tables, they sat across from each
other on the straw covered floor.  Robyn had also
poured each of them a goblet of the wine.
	The wine was fine indeed, she thought as
she took a sip of it, highly potent as well.  The
food was simple fare yet equally delicious.  She
told Robyn that she would have to give John’s
wife her compliments.
	“I’ve not had a meal this delicious in the
King’s dining hall.”  Marian complimented as she
took another bite.
	“Well just looking at Little John you know
his wife has to be a great cook.” Robyn replied as
she took a piece of bread and soaked it in the
gravy.  “Can you cook?” she unexpectedly asked
Marian.
	Taken off guard by the question, Marian
said no somewhat embarrassed.
	“That’s OK, neither can I.”  Robyn
laughed.  “Would you like more wine?”
	Marian looked down and realized that
she’d already finished her original portion of the
heady drink.  She held it out for Robyn to refill.
	As they ate and drank, the two continued
to talk and Marian learned more about Robyn’s
life after leaving Saint Ann’s.  Far from being
angry about her having run away from the
Convent School, Sir Robert had been proud of his
daughter having stood up to what she perceived
as a form of tyranny.
	He had only sent her there at the urging of
the local priest, a last chance to turn her into the
lady her Mother would’ve wanted her to be.  Sir
Robert, always a rebel in his own heart as well,
saw much of himself in his daughter.  Instead of
sending her off to another Convent School, he
instead hired the finest tutors to educate her.
Since he also allowed her a choice in what she
wanted to learn, many of the lessons were those
he would have also taught to a son.
	In return, Robyn learned how Prince John
had promised Marian, being a Royal Ward, in
marriage to Sir Guy.  A fate she considered less
preferable than throwing herself off one of Castle
Nottingham’s turrets.
	In time, the distant sounds of laughter
from the encampment faded and Robyn noted the
late hour.  It had been a day both long and highly
eventful.
	Robyn took the lead this time, taking the
plates and washing them off in a large pale of
water near the fire.  Then she set them back on the
shelf to dry.  Marian meanwhile, turned down the
large furs that covered the bed.
	Once that was done, she quickly removed
her dress and stood naked in the firelight.  Robyn
looked up at her from the fireplace and smiled
appreciatively.
	Walking to Marian’s side, Robyn began to
undo her own clothing but the nude woman
placed a hand on top of hers, gently pulling it
away.
	“Please let me.” she whispered.
	Robyn took her hand kissed her gently.
Then she let Marian take her time in undoing her
clothing.
	As she exposed each piece of skin beneath
the forest green, Marian kissed the bare flesh.
First Robyn’s neck, then her shoulders, and finally
her small breasts.
	Marian placed a hand across each small
globe, noting that they were small in stature but
large in perfection.  Bright pink nipples topped
equally bright areola, surrounded in turn by
flawless white skin.  Her own breasts might be
larger in size but she thought not as beautiful.
	Feeling like the schoolgirl suddenly
rewarded with a new prize, she kissed each nipple,
paying with each for a moment with her tongue.
Then she continued to disrobe the older girl,
finding that Robyn’s reddish brown forest was as
abundant as her darker one.
	Finally, they were both as naked as
newborn babes.  They stood for a few minutes
before the fire, holding each other hand in hand.
	“I think I have fallen in love with you.”
Marian said as she held Robyn tightly in hand.
“Now you have been my deliverer twice.”
	“We will talk of love in the morning,”
Robyn said as she kissed Marian once more.
“When our heads are clear and our hearts are still.
But for now the night is ours, to share as we
wish.”
	Robyn draped Marian across the bed, then
laid down across her.  Their lips locked with an
intensity they had only hinted at before.  Flesh
pressed against flesh as both their breasts and
pubic mounds collided.  Tongues played an erotic
ballet, moving from mouth to mouth.
	Robyn began to work her way downward
across Marian’s ample breasts.  She covered them
with kisses, alternating with soft love bites. In
spite the meal they had just consumed, she felt
famished.  A hunger that could only be filled by
the woman beneath her.
	Her hands, massaging the supple flesh and
feeling the hardness of Marian’s nipples, now
joined her mouth. She guided each of them in turn
between her lips, exploring each with the tip of
her tongue.
	A soft moan from Marian’s own lips was
Robyn’s reward.  A reward she greatly valued.
	Downward she went, across Marian’s
stomach and down to her waist.  She paused at
her mound, inhaling the sweat aroma of her sex.
Sliding her hand under Marian’s bottom, Robyn
pressed her face into the deep brunette valley,
reaching out with her tongue to caress the deep
grove in the center of it all.
	An even louder moan from Marian filled
the night as Robyn’s tongue brushed lightly
against the younger woman’s clit.  It was the first
time anyone had touched her there in that way.
	Marian spread her legs even wider to give
Robyn greater access.  The fragrance that had
greeted Robyn grew stronger as she slid an
extended finger up within the depths of Marian’s
passion, a movement that sent even greater ripples
of delight through her prone body.
	As Robyn’s tongue continued to play an
erotic symphony upon Marian’s clit, a second
finger joined the first.  The sensations all this
attention to her womanhood produced had been
ones Marian hadn’t felt for far too long.
	She reached down and grasped the back of
Robyn’s head, running her nimble fingers through
her short locks.  Her body began to quiver and
quake under the dual assault and she pressed
down to hold Robyn’s tongue in place.  It was a
superfluous effort though as nothing short of an
assault by hordes of Prince John’s men was going
to keep Robyn from her task.
	A final thrust of Robyn’s skillful tongue
and fingers sent Marian over the edge.  Her body
tensed for a moment, then exploded.  The waves
of her eruption bursting across her body.
	 For all Marian’s trashing about as the
sapphic orgasm overtook her, Robyn never
paused or stopped her ministrations.  The result
being the longest orgasm that Marian could
remember.  It seemed as if it would never stop.
	Finally of course it did, but it was long
heartbeats before Marian realized it. By the time
she did, Robyn had already worked her way back
up Marian’s body, once more probing the inner
recesses of her lover’s mouth with her tongue.
	This time, Marian could taste a new
sensation in Robyn’s mouth, the flavor of her own
orgasm. The two women shared the ambrosia of
their joining until there was none left.




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