Princess Alana

Chapter 1: A New Home for Alana

Alana hugged herself as she sat up in bed. It was almost too good to be true. She had just spent her first night in her new house!

She knew that it needed some work, but she knew that the old Victorian would someday shine and would become the jewel of the neighborhood. It had charm. Or, to be more correct, it had the potential for charm.

The twenty five year old architect had been looking for almost a year before she found the neglected house in the fashionable historical district. Because she had been so active and insistent in her search, all of the real estate agents knew her and knew what she looking for. As a result, she was given a showing and had bought the house before it even had a chance to get listed.

She laid back down and stretched out on the bed. This let her observed the cracked and peeling ceiling, but she knew that all it needed was a little tender loving care. That and some vision were what the house needed and she knew that she could provide both.

Even at her young age, she had already established herself in the architecture firm where she worked. She was always brought in to consult on the most difficult renovation projects and had established a long list of clients who were loyal to her. It was rumored, within the firm, that she was to be named as a partner soon, which would make her the youngest partner ever.

But that was not what was important to her. She just loved to create. And now, Alana had something of her own that would let her unleash her creativity. And it was the most exciting thing she could imagine.

Eventually, she slid out of bed and stood up. She had to walk down the hall to the bathroom, but that was only going to be a temporary inconvenience until she created her master suite. After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she turned to inspect herself in the cracked full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Who would put a mirror there?" she wondered critically, but it did not stop her from conducting her inspection.

"Not bad," she thought as she eyed her five foot, eight inch frame. Aside from her disheveled blonde hair, everything was perfect. Large bright blue eyes, an angular nose, a softly chiseled chin and full lips adorned her beautiful face. A long swan-like neck led down to her soft shoulders, which supported her slender but toned arms. Her chest had been a mixed blessing. She looked at her firm 36C breasts, admiring them and knowing that others admired them too, but knew that she had to keep them hidden with jackets and other loose fitting clothing when she was in a professional setting. She ran a hand down her firm belly and then ran her fingers through the little downy tuft of blonde hair above her sex. Turning slightly to inspect her bottom and finding it still firm and pert, she concluded her inspection and then showered, returning to her bedroom to get dressed. She had today and tomorrow to work at her job and then she had arranged a full week off to spend time fixing up her new home.

She buzzed through her assignments that day and even had time to help some colleagues solve problems that seemed insurmountable. She met with some clients, attended some meetings and did some paperwork. But at quitting time, she uncharacteristically headed for the door and bee-lined home.

She spent the evening making lists of what she wanted to accomplish during the upcoming week. After she had gotten home, she peeled off her clothes out of habit and prepared to shower. But then, she reasoned that she was likely to get all dirty again as she inspected the house so she just pulled a pair of panties up her legs. She figured that it was her house and, if she wanted to walk around it in nothing but a pair of panties, that was her choice.

She started upstairs with a pad of paper and started listing chores room by room. When supplies or materials would be needed, she would jot those down in the margin. Anything that was to be done during her week off was circled. The uncircled items would be left for a future date. Her main objective for her vacation was to make the house livable and presentable. Paint and soap would be the primary ingredients. Renovation, such as moving walls, would wait for now.

Room after room made the list grow longer. She would pick up all of the things that she needed after work on Friday. And then, on Saturday, she would make a tour of the outside to add to her current list before organizing and prioritizing everything into a plan that would guide her upcoming week and the next few months.

Since her stereo was still packed, she had to settle for her Walkman but was still able to put on a little dance in several of the rooms or as she moved down a hallway. Thankfully, each of the downstairs windows had heavy blinds, which she made sure were closed. Apparently, the previous owners cherished their privacy.

She had just finished a little pirouette at the end of the last song with her arms outstretched, pad of paper in one hand and pen in the other. When she opened her eyes at the end of the spin, she was confronted with the figure of a woman standing in the doorway to the room. She quickly ripped off her headset and brought the pad of paper to her chest to provide what little modesty she had remaining.

"Aren't you a beauty?" commented the woman.

"I… What… Who…" Alana stammered, too nervous to even finish a sentence.

"I knew you were attractive when I saw you moving in the other day," the woman went on, "but I had no idea how much. As far as your questions go, I'm Grace, your next door neighbor. And I was bringing you a welcoming gift." She held up a vase full of roses. "I knocked and then opened the door and called out for you. When I didn't get a response, I thought I should check to see that you were all right. Can't be too careful, can we?"

"Oh god," muttered Alana. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think anyone would see me or I would have had proper clothes on." She clutched the pad of paper even tighter to her chest but it really did not hide much. The full breasts protruded past the sides of the pad, providing an enticing view of the lush, smooth curves.

"Well, I just wanted to welcome you. And there's no need for apologies. If I had a body like yours, I'd be dancing around naked also."

Alana felt her cheeks blushing furiously from the embarrassment of her predicament. Finally, she realized that she had to do something to move beyond this humiliating situation.

"That was very kind of you, Grace. Won't you stay for tea so we can chat and get to know one another? Let me just run upstairs and throw some clothes on and I'll be right with you."

"Tea would be lovely," smiled Grace. "But no need for clothes." She took Alana's hand and started leading her toward the kitchen. "I've already seen everything. And besides, it's just us girls. Unless you're ashamed of your body, that is."

Alana opened her mouth to protest but then closed it as she steamed to herself. Ashamed of her body? Never! And if she could make a point by keeping a robe off of her shoulders, then now was the time to do it.

Alana shook her hand free and stepped in front of Graze to lead her back to the kitchen where she rummaged around until she found a teapot and put some water on the stove to boil. Then she pulled out a chair and sat at the kitchen table with Grace.

"You're a spunky one, aren't you?" asked Grace.

"They don't come much spunkier," smiled Alana coolly.

"I'll bet you were a cheerleader in college. You have that wholesome, girl-next-door air about you combined with a body that kills."

"Actually," Alana replied, trying to hold back her irritation, "I was the captain of the field hockey and basketball teams. The cheerleaders used to dance around for me. And the boys sure knew how to dance."

"Oh," said Grace as she raised her eyebrows," things have surely changed since my day."

Alana took the time to assess her neighbor for the first time. She had been rather preoccupied until now. Grace was a tall woman with attractive features and a well-preserved body. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties but Alana could tell that age would be difficult to judge with this woman. She was like many of her architectural projects: ageless. She combined elegance and aristocratic manners with down-hominess and all of that made her difficult to figure out. But, after all, this was just a cup of tea with a neighbor and Alana finally decided to make no more of the situation than that.

"I'm certainly glad someone like you bought the old Holmes place. It has needed some work for years and I think you might be just the one to brighten it up."

"Thank you Grace," replied Alana. "I'm excited by its potential. It has such great lines. Such depth. It just needs someone to master its potential."

Grace sighed as she listened to the girl and nodded. "I agree. Great lines. Someone to master it." She paused for a moment and then asked, "will your husband be joining you soon?"

Alana laughed. "No husband, Grace. This project is all mine."

"Well surely you have a boyfriend who will help you with the heavy work." Grace wanted to figure out the connections that this girl had.

"No boyfriend," replied Alana. And then she caught herself before Grace could jump to the wrong conclusions. "And no girlfriends. I'm strictly into men. But there are no special ones at the moment."

"A pity for them," Grace said. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I guess that your not having a boyfriend speaks volumes about the boys out there these days."

"Oh no," protested Alana in defense of the males of the universe. She leaned forward to make her point but then quickly backed off as her naked breasts brushed across the top of the table. She felt her blush returning. "There are many wonderful men out there. And I date many of them. But I am so busy with my job that I haven't had a chance to get serious with any of them. And now, with the house, I will have less time. So I guess you'll just have to live with a single neighbor for awhile."

Grace smiled. "I'll plan to do just that. How old are you, Alana?"

"I'm twenty five," she responded.

"A perfect age. So much potential," replied Grace.

"Are you married, Grace?" asked Alana. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding."

Grace sighed. "Widowed. And no, you are not intruding. It's a reasonable question. Now, it's just my daughter and me."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," replied Alana, truly sorry for the woman across the table from her.

"Don't be sorry, dear," reassured Grace. "It happened years ago. It was difficult at first, but I have successfully put the pieces back together."

Alana smiled. "Would you care for some more tea?"

"Yes, please. That would be delightful." Alana arose and put the teapot back on the stove.

"Shoulders back, girl," instructed Grace. "You are a walking masterpiece. Always display yourself properly."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied Alana without thinking as she straightened herself and pushed back her shoulders. And then she blushed as she realized she had called her new friend Ma'am and hoped that she had not offended her neighbor. Some people hated that title.

Grace caught the submissive tone in the response and raised her hand to hide the knowing smile that she knew must be creeping across her face. Alana busied herself with the fresh cups of tea and then sat down across from Grace.

"Can you tell me anything about the history of the house?" asked Alana eagerly.

"I can tell you about the last owners, but there's not much to tell. They were an older couple. He died about five years ago and then the house started to deteriorate. She died last year, and it has been ignored ever since. At least until this week. It has a whole new energy now."

Alana smiled brightly, hearing Grace's words. "I just think that it has so much potential. And I can't wait to bring it back to life."

"You're already bringing it back to life, girl," said Grace. "Seeing you dancing in that dining room told me that this house will have many exciting days ahead."

Alana blushed again as she remembered herself being discovered in her dance. "Well hopefully nobody else finds anything in the house quite like you did."

Alana found that she truly liked Grace. The woman had seemed odd at first and somewhat pushy. But after sharing two cups of tea with her, she was growing fond of her new neighbor.

"If that's how you really feel," responded Grace in a sad tone, "then I've done the world a great disservice. You looked magnificent. You looked free and natural and joyous as you moved through your house and danced. I want you to promise me something."

"Oh," replied Alana, somewhat surprised. "What's that?"

"I want you to promise me that you'll always be free and natural in your home. Well, you can't walk around naked when you have guests over. I understand that. But I want you to promise me that you'll always be naked when I come over and find you alone. Can you do that?"

Alana gulped. Was she hearing her neighbor correctly? It sounded too strange. But then she remembered how guilty Grace had said that she would feel if her earlier intrusion changed anything about Alana. She nodded slowly. "Yes, Ma'am, I suppose I can do that. But I can't work on the outside of the house that way."

Grace felt another thrill race through her body as she elicited another Ma'am from the girl but tried to hide her excitement.

"Good girl," Grace went on. "And when I say naked, I mean naked. Why are you wearing panties anyways?"

"Dunno," replied a dumbfounded Alana. "I guess I just never got that far when I was undressing."

"Well, I think it's time to lose them."

Alana nodded slowly and then she reached beneath the table to remove her panties. She wasn't sure why she felt that it was the right thing to do, but somehow she knew that she should be totally naked in this house.

"Stand up and remove them," said Grace in a soft but definitely commanding voice. As if in a trance, Alana nodded and then stepped to the side of the table to be in full view of her new friend and reached down, drawing the panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them and then stood nervously wondering if there was anything else she should do.

"Another cup of tea would be splendid," remarked Grace as her eyes took in the sight of her new neighbor. The girl was magnificent and Grace's mind was churning as she tried to think of what to do next. Other than the pink thin line around the girl's hips where the waist band had been pressing against her flawless flesh, the girl was a perfect specimen. Even her pubic hair was a perfect example of perfect grooming with its light blonde hair having been trimmed to a little upside down teardrop.

Alana went back to the sink to refill the teapot and set it back on the stove as Grace spoke again. "And I agree with you that you can't work outside like that. In fact, it would probably give Mr. Franklin across the street a heart attack. He's not used to such beauty. I'll come over Saturday morning and help you pick out some things that could be appropriate for outdoors work."

"Yes Ma'am," replied Alana as she refilled the cups. She brought them back to the table but, as she did, Grace pushed out the chair beside herself in an obvious invitation to the naked girl to sit there instead of across the table from her guest. Alana sat down in the proffered chair and offered Grace her cup.

"Thank you, dear," smiled Grace. "You are such a gracious hostess."

"This is going much too well," thought Grace. "Should I push for more or play this catch slowly?" She decided that a slow but determined approach was better and said her goodbyes after they had finished their third cup of tea.

Alana laid in bed, sleepless, for much of the night. She tried to blame it on all of the caffeine in the tea, but every time she moved her legs, she was aware of the slickness of her sex. She was not familiar with the emotions running through her but knew that there was something very sexual about it. Finally, she reached between her legs and stroked her clit to orgasm, allowing herself to finally drift off to sleep.

Alana found it difficult to concentrate on Friday as memories of the previous evening kept returning. She finally gave up and left the office in early afternoon, starting her vacation a few hours prematurely. She made several stops on her way home, picking up supplies at the hardware store and paint store and then stopping at the grocery store to stock up for the weekend. At four o'clock, she pulled into her driveway and spend the next fifteen minutes unpacking her car and storing all of the items.

This time, she did shower before getting to work, thinking that a nice shower would refresh her. After drying her body and hair, she stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall to her bedroom. Just then, she heard a knock on the back door and quickly ducked into her room to grab a robe.

As she scrambled down the stairs, she heard the door open followed by Grace's voice. "Alana, are you here? Are you okay?"

"Yes, Grace," called Alana. "I'm fine. I just got out of the shower," she smiled as she emerged into the kitchen to find her neighbor standing in the doorway.

"Well that's good," commented Grace. "But you've already broken your promise."

"Oh," said Alana as she realized what Grace was talking about. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and draped it over a kitchen chair to stand naked before her neighbor again. "Sorry."

"That's okay, dear. Takes some getting used to, I'm sure. But you really should work on it. Something that beautiful should be celebrated and displayed whenever possible instead of hidden."

"Yes Ma'am," blushed Alana, more from the compliment than her nudity this time.

"I was just stopping by to see if you had any plans for tomorrow night," Grace went on. "I know you're planning on working all day and I figured you wouldn't want to be fiddling around with dinner. So I hoped you would come over to eat with us."

"That would be lovely, Grace," replied Alana. "Thank you so much."

"It will be my pleasure," smiled Grace. "I suppose I could have asked you tomorrow morning when I came over. I did say that I would stop by Saturday morning. But I figured I had to get on your schedule early. I'm sure a pretty young thing like you gets all sorts of invitations."

Alana blushed again. It was true that she received many invitations but she almost always turned them down. She never seemed to have the time. And she had not met many people who she wanted to spend time with. "Well, I'm wide open tomorrow night, so I'm all yours. Thank you again."

"Yes, you will be all mine," thought Grace.

"Well, I best be on my way so you can get to work. Remember. No clothes." With that, she turned to leave but then stopped herself, turning back to Alana.

"You don't want that pretty hair getting all tangled up in cobwebs and paint. Let me tie it up for you," Grace offered, but before Alana could answer, Grace was standing behind the girl, gathering her locks. The long, lush blonde hair flowed freely down Alana's back almost to the upper swells of her bottom. This allowed Grace's fingers to dance over the girl's flesh giving her the first taste of what the delicious girl felt like. Grace was in heaven as her hands moved across Alana's neck and shoulders under the pretense of gathering her hair. She produced a tie from somewhere and, quickly, Alana was wearing a ponytail that sprouted from the top rear of her head and flowed down her back. Grace stayed behind the girl longer than was necessary as her fingers moved down the ponytail, catching little feels of the soft, warm, naked flesh.

"Looks like you have a beautiful mane there, little filly. Now off with you and get to work." With that, she gave Alana's rump a light swat and disappeared out the back door leaving Alana dazed and confused.

Grace smiled smugly as she crossed the yards to her own house. She had decided the night before to move slowly with Alana but she needed to step up the relationship a little at a time. Last night, she had started to exert her dominance of the girl and already had the girl understanding that her neighbor expected her to remain naked. This evening, she had started to get the girl accustomed to being handled by her. "This is going to be fun," thought Grace.