Chapter 6

Discovery Of Love

Before this, he had scarcely noticed me. He had been polite enough, but distant.

Now a sudden change came over him.

His casual behavior grew into interest and even affection.

When it comes to it, all men are the same. Dukes or tramps, their methods are all alike.

To get what they want from a woman, they are all milk and honey. When they've got it, they become their real selves again: selfish, liars, domineering.

Naturally my newfound admirer was a perfect exponent of this art.

Right from the first moment, he began the groundwork. We were due to leave for Paris the next day, as the van was being repaired.

We were all six crowded together in the same room. As the room was by no means big, you can readily imagine how much space each one of us had.

I don't know how he managed it, but my aristocratic friend contrived to put his mattress next to mine.

I don't need to tell you that we all slept fully dressed.

In a way, you will understand, it was just as well . . .

So everyone made themselves as comfortable as possible in view of the circumstances. My mother, filled with joy at having found me, lay by my side, holding my hand.

Next to me, the marquis smoked his last cigarette. All day he had been perfectly charming:

"My dear little girl ... my dear Monique ... how glad I am you are safe and sound."

In other words, the usual line of a professional seducer.

For a man who during the years had hardly looked or spoken to me, he was certainly quickly making up for lost time.

Tired out by all they had gone through, everyone slept soundly. Only two of us remained awake: Jack and I.

He was still, his cigarette glimmering in the dark. A long last pull before he threw it away. The next minute, his presence came dangerously closer.

I heard a soft, hardly audible voice:

"Are you awake, Monique?"

"Yes."

"I suppose you're still thinking of what happened yesterday?"

"As a matter of fact, I am, my dear viscount."

"Please, don't call me viscount, just Jack."

"But I never ... "

"Before, you were only a child."

"Now, I suppose, I am not?"

He grunted hesitantly, then added quickly:

"I seemed to have noticed a great change in you since yesterday."

I played dumb.

"What do you mean, since yesterday?"

"Nothing in particular, I merely had the impression you did not tell the whole truth."

"What are you insinuating?"

"Now, my dear child, I am your devoted friend. You can tell me everything; I shall understand. I am old enough to be your confidant. I can assure you, all I want is your happiness."

With that, I felt my hand imprisoned gently in his.

Needless to say, I had no intention of describing the goings on in the shelter!

Despite myself, I really don't know why, maybe it was my youthful inexperience, the silence of the night, or my passionate temperament, my willpower melted to the sound of his soft melodious voice, my resistance weakened to the tenderness of his touch.

I tightened my grip on him and whispered:

"If you only knew!"

"But I do, my child, or rather I can guess: you were alone, the night was warm, danger close at hand, then from nowhere came the safe arms of an unknown protector. What followed was so natural: a kiss, an insinuating long kiss; I needn't go on."

Like a snake, I felt him wriggle next to me, slipping his hand under my chin, firmly pulling my head on his shoulder.

A sensation of complete relaxation and well-being stole over me.

His strong, manly paw inserted itself in my light pajama, taking hold of my right breast, kneading it in a soft circling motion.

The effect of his voluptuous caresses soon sent me into violent paroxysms. Realizing my state of excitement, he deliberately crushed his lips to mine; at first slowly, then more deeply, his searching tongue probed into me.

Once more I couldn't resist the agonizing touch of a man without completely losing my head.

For a beginner I was starting off on the right foot. Hardly had I experienced the feeling of my first prick than another man was attempting to insert his member in my untried cunt.

But I anticipated too soon.

Jack, still petting my hardened points jutting out tantalizingly in his direction, savoring the flavor of my delectable palate, shoved away my pajama with his free hand which hovered provokingly over my smooth belly; at last reaching my awaiting mound, already inflated and juicy.

Despite my semi-hysterical state, I was already visualizing what was to follow. I knew the setup now, a repetition of what had happened in the shelter: kneeling between my legs and fucking me.

I was learning quickly, it seemed.

I couldn't have been more wrong; there I was jumping to hasty conclusions again.

He did not make the slightest attempt to move nearer, but his wandering fingers continued tirelessly playing about with my rosy twat.

How experienced he was! Coaxingly driving me to the very edge of fulfillment, he knew exactly when to stop. Again and again he sent me to the verge of ecstasy, which procured me an incredibly deliciously new sensation.

How many times he manipulated me to the brink of that precipice of delight, I don't know; then finally he topped his masterly touch to its heavenly conclusion.

I came immediately.

Lost in a frenzy of delight, my mouth opened to let out a tremulous moan. Luckily he had foreseen this, and his hand clamped on my mouth; otherwise we should certainly have woken my mother.

At last relieved, I relaxed. Happier than I had ever been before, I gradually cooled down, pleasantly anticipating what was to follow: that is Jack taking me like the soldier in the shelter.

To my undying astonishment, he did nothing of the sort.

He murmured:

"Happy?"

"Wonderful!"

Gratefully I snuggled closer to him. Then, with infinite tenderness, he took my hand and without further ado placed it on his cock.

Happy to be able to repay the pleasure he had given me, I clumsily took hold of his virile rod and tried my best to excite his growing member.

Deftly he guided my inexperienced hand till my willing fingers got the right timing.

Stiffer and thicker it grew till a hot milky-jet of sperm shot from his loins. This was a great improvement on my soldier; instead of playing only a passive role, I was taking an active part in the proceedings and giving my partner a wonderful time.

I felt transported with pleasure when he twisted towards me, sinking into an oblivion of primitive desire. He fell back on his couch exhausted. But he promptly recovered, then took me in his arms as if he would never let me go.

"Darling, thank you!"

We remained locked together for an eternity.

Again it came to me, this was really living. One hour with such a creature was not to be compared with all the time wasted petting each other at the convent. One thing astonished me. How differently, but oh so completely, two men had filled me with such ecstasy. Don't forget, I was young and inexperienced at lovemaking. I had difficulty in making out that sexual enchantment could be as exhilarating whether brought on by masturbation or copulation.

Anyway, I can assure you that Jack with his fingers gave me at least as much satisfaction as the soldier with his prick.

This shook all my preconceived ideas on the subject, but it happened to be a fact.

As you can see, I had yet a lot to learn. Although I still remembered my soldier with gratitude, now I preferred Jack.

Lost in a delicious torpor, we slept cemented together, his hand on my wet cunt and mine on his sticky, deflated cock.

Next morning we set off for France. Being a cool customer, Jack, needless to say, was the perfect gentleman, so that my mother and friends did not guess a thing. In any case, my mother had never been particularly bright and now she was so busy moaning about her present misfortune that she really did not have time for anything else.

The journey to Paris was uneventful as far as love was concerned. We couldn't be alone together for a moment.

We slept in the van but, unfortunately, Jack and I could not profit by it.

After three days on the road, dusty and worn out, we arrived in Paris.