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Mrs. Staunton led the trembling Nellie into her room toward the alcove in which the double bed was situated. Melissa's heart was pounding. The fact that the shivering, sweat-covered Nellie was stark naked under the old, tired bedroom robe exhilarated her.

Melissa's ripe breasts were throbbing, even hurting. She wasn't quite accustomed to the many strange, even bizarre sensations that were flooding over her own aroused body.

Nellie leaned her face close to Melissa's, and when the older woman felt the wet tears against her cheek, her heart went out to the young girl.

"Don't cry, my little darling," Melissa said soothingly. "Don't cry. Everything will be all right… soon."

Nellie let Mrs. Staunton help her sit down on the edge of the bed. Melissa handled her tenderly, as if she were ill, or had just suffered a terrible fall. She was genuinely concerned.

"Tell me what it is, Nellie. Tell Melissa what's bothering you," Mrs. Staunton said.

Since their rather unique relationship had begun, Melissa had not quite been able to figure out why she felt so sympathetic to the young English girl. From first sight, there had been a kind of physical and psychological rapport that was hard to define.

Nellie had a certain little-girl charm, a kind of physical innocence that went well with her upturned nose, her freckles and her sparkling young eyes.

Nellie also had another quality that might be called street-savvy, the kind one would associate with a young undereducated Cockney girl born and raised haphazardly in the slum tenements of London.

This lent a kind of charm to Nellie that actually puzzled Melissa somewhat, for she could not understand certain gestures and facial expressions Nellie made. This added to Nellie's mystery. Also, Nellie never showed fear, because she'd been brought up that way.

"Nellie, don't you want to tell me what's wrong? I'm sure I'll understand."

Nellie was trying hard to stop sobbing, but each time Mrs. Staunton would press her arm closer around Nellie's shoulders or move her body an inch closer, Nellie's sobs would only rise in her throat and she would burst out in fresh tears all over again.

"I can't," she said.

"Oh, come now. Surely you can. You trust me, don't you, Nellie?"

"Yes… yes," the girl answered between huge gulps of air. Melissa could smell her sweat. It was becoming more aromatic by the moment and Melissa found it intoxicating. It had the effect of a weird aphrodisiac.

When it dawned on Melissa that they were both naked beneath their robes, she felt a kind of churning in her cunt. She looked down and saw that her nipples were stiff. She dared to glance down at Nellie's naked breasts and saw that her nipples were also taut. This was wildly exciting and aroused a new burning desire in the older woman.

"Nellie?"

The girl looked up, again wiping her eyes and nose on her sleeve. "Yes… yes, Mrs. Staunton?"

"Nellie, do you think something to drink might help cheer you up? Maybe. well, maybe that would make you feel better than telling me what's wrong. What do you think?"

"But, Mrs. Staunton, I have… there's nothing here to drink in my rooms."

"I didn't suppose there was, dear. I thought I might ring for George and have him bring something to us."

Nellie was suddenly alarmed.

"What if George were to see us here… like this? We're hardly dressed?"

Melissa laughed. "That won't happen. I'll just tell him to leave it outside the door."

Nellie relaxed, the tension slowly leaving her body. "I didn't think of that."

"So, you would like something?"

"I think so. Yes." Nellie tried to cover up her nakedness by drawing her ragged robe closer, but since it had no buttons, it soon opened up again.

"How about some cognac?"

Nellie nodded. She saw Mrs. Staunton's eyes caressing her naked breasts. At first, this alarmed her, but as she watched the older woman lick her lips and wrinkle her brow, she felt much easier.

It was plain that Mrs. Staunton liked Nellie's young breasts, from the way she was staring at them, and this was arousing Nellie too, exciting her much more than she wanted to admit.

Mrs. Staunton went to the intercom box on the wall near the door. She asked for a bottle of cognac and two glasses.

George said he'd be right up. He asked if Nellie was ill and Mrs. Staunton said she was uneasy but she would be all right soon. He was to leave the bottle on the tray just outside the door.

Melissa returned to the bed.

"Climb up on the bed, dear," she said, "You'll be more comfortable."

Nellie obeyed, and as she did, her gown opened all the way. Mrs. Staunton sat down beside her and when Nellie made a weak effort to close the robe, Mrs. Staunton held her hand.

"You're so pretty to look at, darling," she said. "Won't you leave it open. just for me? Or will it embarrass you too much?"

A small grin came to Nellie's face. "You really think my shape's okay?"