Lady Norton told me that at this time, when she was only between thirteen and fourteen years of age, she was fully awakened to the sensations of love, and rather enjoyed than resented what her guardian did to her on these occasions.
Often when they were lying together half-naked he would show her pictures of men and girls which would tend most to arouse her desires, but although she allowed him to gratify his lust on almost every occasion, she always resisted actual seduction, for even when he was lying upon her, with her legs far apart, she would use her fingers so deftly that all danger was soon past. Having employed every act in her knowledge to exhaust her guardian's desires, -except the last resource a young girl uses on such occasions, namely her lips and mouth, and of this method she was innocent at the time, -and finding he was still determined to seduce her, she one day told him that unless he sent her to school at once, she would expose his actions, and prove them by shewing to the servants the wet marks he had left on her night-gown early that morning. The fact was that fearing he might do more, she had encouraged him to “spend” in whatever position they lay at the time of most danger to herself, and she had been more than once questioned by her maid concerning the stains on her night-dress, which for one reason or another, appeared near her breasts and neck, as well as on the lower part of her clothing, and sometimes on the sheets of the bed, though she was careful to prevent these by the use of her handkerchief when she could possibly do so.
Lady Norton's guardian was furious at the idea of losing one who had been such an apt pupil, and had with so much enjoyment placed her charms at his disposal, but seeing that resistance was useless, he finally agreed to her request and selected a school where the girls had considerable freedom, and were by report considered somewhat “fast” in their lives. I should have mentioned that Lady Norton's maiden name was Eva Hastings. It was at the end of the summer holidays, and she had just passed her fourteenth birthday, when she travelled to London and commenced her school-life in a large boarding house in St. John's Wood. Before leaving home she had a long interview with Sir Harry, and explained to him the reasons why she was going to school, without entering into such details of the intimacy which had existed between herself and her guardian as might prejudice him against her. At this meeting it was arranged between them that as soon as possible after her fifteenth birthday she should elope with him, and going abroad for a time, pass as his younger sister, which from age and personal appearance, she might easily do. Eva's first days at school were quite uneventful and the novelty of the new life made her for a time forget her passionate desires for love. It was not long, however, before she found out that her bed-fellow, a remarkably pretty young girl with whom she occupied a single room, was simply an impersonation of innocent beauty and knew nothing of the desires of her sex. On discovering this Eva's passions at once returned to fever-heat and by every art she could employ she sought to bring her little victim's passions to the level of her own. Of all the scenes of girlish love that passed between them, mistress and pupil as they really were, Lady Norton never told me, but I knew from after experience that a child-girl would be cold indeed who could long resist her naked embrace or the delicate touch of her fingers on the virgin parts. During these love scenes time passed quickly and summer came again, with the holidays, when Eva past her fifteenth birthday. Her guardian gave her no more trouble now, as his affections were effectually taken up with one of the youngest of maid servants whom he had contrived to seduce during the absence of her mistress, and Eva had ample opportunity to make arrangements with her lover, who was then about twenty-five years of age, for their elopement at the end of the holidays. Eva was to travel back to London alone, but Sir Harry met her at Preston, and instead of returning to school they went direct to Paris and occupied separate bed-rooms as Mr. and Miss Hastings, an English gentleman and his younger sister. Lady Norton told me that at this time she was to all appearance a fresh bright looking English girl of fifteen. She wore her golden hair falling over her shoulders, and her short skirts hardly reached below the rounded parts of her legs, and shewed just an inch or two of stocking above her boots. I have seen her photograph, and she must have been a lovely girl. It was very late when they arrived in Paris, and after a light supper they at once retired to their respective rooms. Eva was tired out with excitement and the long journey, and was no sooner in bed that she fell into a deep sleep.
As is the case in most French houses there was a door leading from one room to the other, and Sir Harry being restless for reasons it is not difficult to conceive, soon found that the door was not locked and a moment later he was standing by the bed where his child-love lay asleep. Eva had left the gas burning, and by its light, he could see her mass of golden hair falling over the pillow, and her girlish form outlined beneath the bed clothes. Hitherto his love had been very loyal and pure, but he knew what their elopement really meant in their mutual relationship, and the sight of her lying there aroused his love passion to the utmost. Very gently kissing her lips, he put his hand beneath the bedclothes till it touched her legs which were bent and away from one another. Very gently he passed his hand upwards till he felt a little tuft of soft and downy hair, and then knowing he had found the part he sought, let his fingers slip down between her thighs till they rested upon the virgin slit of the sleeping girl. In spite of all Eva's forced sensual intercourse with her guardian as a child, she had been always true in her love to Sir Harry, and this was the first time his hand had touched her naked limbs. Fearing lest he should disturb the first sleep of the tired child, whom he knew he would soon enjoy at the utmost, he quietly but reluctantly withdrew his hand, and lying down on his own bed, fell asleep. When he awoke the first beams of the rising sun were streaming through the window, and thinking of the lovely girl lying in the next room, his passionate desires to possess her young body became uncontrollable. Rising from his bed he crept quickly into her room. Eva still lay fast asleep, but during the night she had thrown the bed-clothes down. Her legs were wide apart, and her hands clasped behind her head, her night dress was drawn up above her knees, but still covered that part of her limbs which her lover most desired to know and love by heart. Sir Harry Norton had not been different as regards his connection with women than other men of his age, but he had never seduced a girl in his life, and as I have said so far as Eva was concerned he had hitherto restrained his passions. Now this was no longer possible, and although Eva lay quietly asleep and unconscious of all pertaining to the outer world, the hour in which she should give up her virginity had arrived. The front of her night dress was fastened along the deep line of frilling and this Harry gently undid as low as her waist and laying the sides back fully exposed her girlish breasts. His next action was to undress himself and when naked he raised the lower part of her night gown above her hips, and thus – as her legs lay wide apart – the very centre of her girlish charms was fully exposed to his view. Then he bent forward to kiss the little tuft of hair which failed to hide from his passionate gaze the V-shaped point where the rounded lips of her little cunt met and joined her body. But Eva's time had come. Harry quietly crept into the bed where she lay, and half-kneeling half-lying between her outstretched legs he grasped and held her firmly in his naked arms. It was then that Eva awoke. There is no doubt that young girls who have from childhood been accustomed to practice little acts of love upon themselves in private, and have as they passed into girlhood given full play and indulgence to hotter and fiercer passions, suffer much less pain during their seduction than those of a colder nature who are innocent of former pleasures, and who submit to give up their maidenheads perhaps for money or through force. To a fifteen year old schoolgirl, unacquainted with the art of satisfying the passions which naughty thoughts or books have aroused, the act of seduction causes the intensive pain; and it may be that her lover has to enter into her five or six times, and at each freely emit his fluid into her body, before she herself becomes capable of feeling the delight she creates in him, and rising to meet half way each thrust he gives, learns the most severe of all a young girl's pleasures in the convulsion of her first emission. Eva was not that sort of girl, as we have seen, and finding her lover bent on accomplishing his wishes, which was the climax of her own desires also, she gave him every help by bending her knees, and keeping her legs apart; and even with her hand she held the point of his prick where she knew it must force her maidenhead and enter her virgin slit. Then pain, bravely born, without a greater cry than “Oh! Harry, it hurts” and that only whispered, and then came to her that indescribable sensation when a young girl's vagina is for the first time distended by the fully grown organ of a man many years older than herself. Eva was now almost writhing with a pleasure the intensity of which she had never dreamt of before; then Harry pressed her closer and she could fed his prick was convulsively rising and falling as it moved, and she knew it was the end, and then it came, and as they exchanged their burning kisses, she could feel that her lover was pouring into her girlish and quivering body the very essence of his manhood. And thus ended Lady Norton's story with which her gentle voice and manner had fascinated me. Lying on the grass she had caressed me freely as she told the tale of her seduction, and at the most passionate parts her fingers found their way between my legs and this and her own sweetness made me love her even more, I think, than had she been a man. At last we got up and walked over to the Manor House to luncheon and I was glad Sir Harry had gone away as I wanted Lady Norton all to myself, and besides I am sure he would have noticed how flushed my cheeks were and have known what his wife had done to me to make them so. Now adieu, Marie, in my next letter, you shall hear more of my new friends.