Chapter 3
My adventures with Rosalyn slowly came to an end. Nothing weighs more heavily then a sentiment which is not shared. I would have permitted her to show me to her friends and even create public demonstrations on the behalf of the cousin she loved, but she was too discrete and wise for that. It was when we were alone that she would show her tenderness and affection.
- 'Tell me that you love me' - she would demand.
If I responded with a 'yes, of course", I would receive all I wished. Then she would undo her repertoire much in the same way our relation began. Only this time she wasn't performing as a teacher but a real participant.
We made love in chairs and on tables and even, sometimes just standing up. However she refused to do it dog fashion with the lights on. She set up a code and listed the taboos.
I wasn't able to put up with such rigidity for a long time. We broke off and then we came together again. After all there were many things that we had in common. But once she felt that I was dropping her, she became virtually my slave and treated me to the finest of her delights. But our affair was destined to die and it only lasted a short while after.
All of a sudden I found myself without a woman. I was hemmed in a little village which was not at all wealthy in regards to its female population. And here I had gathered such a sharp appreciation of the hips, breasts and hidden secrets of women that it was difficult to impose a condition of solitude and starvation upon myself.
I told one of my friends about my distress. At first I had to tell of my adventures to George to gain sympathy and under-standing. Poor George Clay was a virgin and his eyes shone wildly at my tales. I was sure that his nights were spent under the warm seclusion of his covers where he experimented alone and with deep concern. My own exploits had stimulated his personal love for himself but neither failed to resolve his or my loneliness.
We finally got tired of crying upon one another shoulder and drew up a list of our potential conquests. We posed as men of the world and we insisted upon investigations to determine the relations our prospects had previous to our meeting with them. We were firm on one point. No virgins, for we didn't want any complications.
- 'There's always Suzy'- George put forth.
I soured on this thought It was true that Suzy was a lovely brunette with firm pointed breasted and who I would love to have had, but it was out of the question. She had no boy friends around her and this was sign that she was tough and probably a virgin. No, she wasn't the one.
- And how about Mona?' -
Mona was the sister of one of our friends, Max. Max claimed that Mona showed her best features quite, willingly. We had him swear about this. He tried to tell us how she was built but he had no sense of description which probably meant that he was short on experience himself.
Max was consulted and a plan was drawn up. Mona would show her pretty bottom for ten cents a crack and he would receive a handsome commission. As for the rest we would take care of that.
We made an appointment for Saturday, because Mona was in private school and was free only on Saturdays and Sundays. All of our friends decided to meet on the football field which was very close to a heavy forest in which we could hide and delight in the mystery of our very green age.
George and I counted on our great conquest. Mona must be about seventeen and Max nineteen. Our imagination worked overtime and we tried to visualize our fair Mona. I made her out to be a blond with apple cheeks. George saw her a blonde sinewy brunette with a love-mark on her neck. We were entitled to our dreams of her. At any rate, we would soon see.
In the near distance we could see two silhouettes, Max and Monica. We were excited enough to quicken our pace. It was that voluptuous pleasure -- seeking that resounded within us. Just to think that a few seconds after saying hello to the unknown girl, she would lift her skirt and show us her lovely proportions.
We even took a short cut to gain time. Max signaled us to join him in a closed-off area. It didn't take us much time to get there. We were an our way at last to see the creature of our dreams, who would promise us many delights.
- 'Let me present my sister, fellows' - Max said simply.
Well there she was. We stood there with our mouth opened and our arms dropped at the side. Before us stood a thin wisp of a girl wo couldn't have been over 14 years old. Her hair was blond and she wore pigtails as well as horn-rimmed glasses.
- 'Let's hurry up- uttered the gamine -'I want to hurry over to grandma's. She's having ice cream.' -
She was quick enough. She raised her blue skirt with its embroidery of flowers. Pulled down her panties and offered us a white flat belly of a kid and then with nonchalance showed us her pink apricot which was intermittently covered with young hairs.
I got hard. I think at the time I would have got hard for anything.
- 'Look at that' - I indicated my stiff wang. But it was all too apparent that the sex life of a male did not interest her in the slightest. She had simply come to exhibit herself and nothing else. She wasn't asking for anything more.
- 'Go ahead, you can touch' - Max offered generously.
Mona backed away disinterestedly. George put his finger to his nose and claimed that it smelled of piss. My exhibition ran cold and Mona was already dressed before I slipped my hanging rod back in my trousers.
- 'It smells like peepee'- smirked Mona holding her nose.
- 'That will be twenty cents' - solicited Michel, turning 'toward me with outstretched palm.
- You didn't tell me she just got out of nursery school' -I retorted.
- 'Leaves these broke bums alone, it isn't worth the trouble'- Mona gesticulated.
There we were two young lads with our arms dangling at our sides, and completely had.
- 'Oh we'll find something alright'-
He was absolutely right, I had seen too many men in search of tail and how they reacted. No, I wasn't going to give up.
- 'We might be able to find something. How about some real mature women? -
- 'I've seen your shop. No thanks none of those 60 year olds for me'-I said still unconsoled.
Then a thought same along. -'What about Clara ?' -
- You mean our maid' - my friend stammered. I meant her. Georges' parents had a big mansion and they employed a young girl of seventeen to do the cleaning.
- 'Clara' - he repeated - 'Are you crazy? What would my parents say? -
My reasoning came to the rescue.- 'It's a good idea. If she goes for me (and I really wanted to see this eventuality) then there won't be any reason why she won't take you on.' -
- 'Do you really thing so?" - he said with eyes that showed definite signs of an agreement.
- 'I'm sure of it.' -
I had the habit of sleeping at George's house once a month. After a late dinner, there was no reason why I coudn't stay overnight. Both mothers agreed that this was not a bad idea.
- 'I've got it' - George shined.- 'When my parents go out Monday after dinner, they'll ask you to leave with them. Naturally ; because they don't want both of us in the house with Clara alone. They're wise to us. They'll ask you if you want a lift. You'll say no because you have to do something in an opposite direction. You leave before them. You wait outside and when they leave. You come in. I'll open the door for you.
- 'Not bad'- I concluded congratulating my accomplice.
The fatal day came and I rang the door bell and my companion in crime let me in with a wink.
We had dinner. I eyed our future victim who brought in the food. She was only seventeen but she was sturdy and well-the food. She was only seventeen but she was sturdy and well-shaped. I could make out quite easily that under her loose skirt, there were two hardened adult cheeks. She walked with grace and her tender neck and fine small breasts were a joy to behold. When she leaned over me I could already feel the touch of her breasts, hard and firm.
George gave me a swift kick discretely under the table. Then whispered. - 'If you keep looking at her like that she'll become suspicious.' -
The after dinner sequence came about as expected and I said good night to everyone including Clara. I waited outside until George parents left the house and then the front door opened and I slipped back into the house.
We stared at each other and then one of us got the idea that we might peek on Clara. She lived on the first floor and if her light was on, we could go out and stand on the garden ledge and have a wonderful view.
The ledge wasn't high enough so we had to hoist one another on the shoulders. George went first. After a few minutes he became restless.
- 'She's just reading' - he said disgustedly.
- 'Let me have a look' - I begged.
When it was my turn, she had the courtesy to put down the book. Then she took off her sweater. It was getting good and my shaky friend was getting weak.
- 'I can't hold you up all day. Let's go into the house and look through the key hole.' - George suggested.
We went in and as it was still my turn, I bent over without losing a minute and focused my eye. The view was excellent. She was stripped by now and washing. She dried herself and then spread the towel on the bed. For what reason I was soon to find out. She came back to the bed with a bar of soap in her hand and sat on the bed. With her soap she rubbed her vaginal region. As her excitation increased, she rolled back on the bed and her strokes became more brisk. Her legs were spread in such a way as to offer me a full view. I saw her clump of brownish hair and her hand and fingers manue-vering masterfully.
Her fresh young box foamed with soap and come. All of a sudden she shook from head to toe and let out a wonderful moan. That whole sequel caused my dick to stand up like a flag pole. When I saw her there convulsing with her legs wide apart, I could not prevent myself from entering and taking command of a situation which merited two people.
I barged in with my boner tight and high. She didn't reach for anything or, for that matter, utter a word. Clara, in her dizzy happy state, could only eye the marvelous object I had unclothed.
Springing to the bed, I lowered myself and she simply clasped me to her. She was in such throbs and was so wonderfully wet that I entered her without the least trouble.
We moved up and down and she bucked and sputtered and then with a great 'Ah' she let loose:
- 'Am Coming. Don't stop. - she whimpered. George came in, after noticing my rage.
- 'Well don't be a rat'. What about me? - George got on top for her and with one or two small rocks burst out with a 'Guff' and collapsed on Clara.
- 'Please let me get up, Master George. I want to wash myself.
She asked George for the towel and went about washing herself without embarrassment. She was in complete control of herself and on finishing asked us whether we had enjoyed the evening. We were invited back when we were able to keep the secret eternally from Georges parents.
I only know of one other adventure, a great deal later, that came about more suddenly and more puzzily.
I was living in Columbus in an handsome small room near the railway station. Since I was living alone, I gave my shirts and washing to the owner of the hotel, who happened to be a woman, and consequently taking an interest in my young manhood.
One night I decided I needed a clean shirt and went down to the manager's lodge despite the fact that it was dinner time.
- 'Good evening', Mrs. Muffin -I said.
- 'Good evening, Gerald' -She smiled cordially.
She must have been an exceptionally attractive young girl for she was still well preserved and had splendid deep brown eyes that shone like polished buttons. I knew she had a lover, a Turk, who constantly beat her and was making love to all the laundry maids in the block.
Mrs. Muffin was complaining to a new tenant about the rise in prices. The new lodger was a ravishing brunette, young and alert who lived on the second floor.
- 'If I could only spread out a few economies here and there I would be able to get myself some new suede shoes with those adorable high heels.' - she was in her dreaming mood.
- The way things are you will be spending a lot of nights thinking of ways to economize, Miss Muriel' - advised the feminine manager.
- 'What can you suggest to avoid this troubling problem. I don't want to be doing arithmetic all night long' - Miss Muriel sighed.
She wasn't bad. Her blouse was cut low and her white skin glistened as well as her rose-colored hair, - 'Well you can always come up to my room' - I dared with that male assurance and joyful play.
The two women switched from a startling aspect to soft laughter and Mrs. Mufflin declared that 'Men were always coming out with funny things'-
As Miss Muriel passed me, I continued my advance with.
- 'See you later'-
From the top of the fifth she teased with - 'Perhaps'-
Once I reached my room I sank in my easy chair and began reading an interesting book on the sexual behavior of the Indians. These people were cultivated in the fine sense of the word, I thought to myself. Their great totem pole was a fine phallic symbol and the women came to this 'shrine' with gifts as they would to their husbands. Their gifts were symbols of their fruit-fulness.
I gave the subject some long thought, when suddenly there was a knocking at my door. Who could be calling at this hour, I wondered?
I opened the door and found the young Miss Muriel.
- 'You invited me, well here I am' - she almost danced into the room.
I tried to tell her what I was reading but she shoved the book aside and her lips were suddenly entwined with mine. Her small pointed tongue was solidly implanted in my mouth. She bit my neck with small warm bites and uttered what she desired.
- 'Unbutton my blouse' - she commanded.
I needed no stimulation. Her breasties (I must give them this name) were pear-shaped and solid. As I slipped her underpants off, she showed an amazingly healthy growth of pubic hair strong in odor.
- 'I lubricate easily' - she said. - 'If you just show me your prick, I'll come, that's how rapid I am.'-
She reached for my rod with extremely nimble fingers. And as we delighted in each others slow rhythmic movements, the totem poles came into my mind and I saw her clearly bouncing on the end of my own.
- 'Touch this' - she begged.
I have never to this day seen a women who was as wet. and capable of so many rapid pleasures. She was in ecstasy throughout. Our nude bodies slapped against one another in strong animal delight. Finally we burst in savage complaint and renewed our sensual friendship which grew stronger through the night.