Certain now of my ground, I advanced boldly.
Snuggling closer to him, and tightening my clasp about his shoulder, I murmured in a low voice:
"Mr. Heely, you have been so good to me, there is something I must tell you. I'm awfully ashamed to, but I think you should know, so you can tell me what to do. There is no one else I can ask, I just couldn't speak of it to anyone else but you…"
His hand clenched about the flesh of my leg.
"What is it, Jessie, dear? I can't imagine anything you could tell me which should cause you to feel ashamed. As you know, I want you to feel perfectly free to tell me anything that troubles you."
"Oh, Mr. Heely, when you know what it is, you may be terribly shocked, and not care for me anymore. I'm so ashamed to tell you I don't know whether I can get up the courage or not…"
I dabbed at my eyes with a tearful gesture.
"But, my little Jessie!" exclaimed the now quite perturbed Mr. Heely, "I assure you from the depths of my heart that there is nothing, absolutely nothing which would lessen my regard for you. It hurts me that you can even entertain such a thought!"
"Oh, Mr. Heely!" And here my sobs must have been quite convincing in their rendition. "You think I'm a nice girl, and I'm not! I have the most terrible longings when I'm with you, sometimes I can't sleep at all after you've gone, and other times I have dreams, oh, such dreams, they wake me up and I lie in the dark thinking, and it gets worse until, finally, well, I just have to… have to…!"
I paused, and after waiting a long moment for me to continue, Mr.
Heely whispered tensely:
"Have to… have to what, dear?"
"Oh, don't make me say it! You must guess… without my putting it in words… I don't want to do it… they say it ruins a girl's health… but I just can't sleep until I make that feeling go away! Now, don't you hate me, Mr. Heely?"
The tension of his hand on my leg relaxed, and the hand moved gently back and forth over the flesh. I peeped at him through my eyelashes; his face was flushed.
"My dear little baby," he murmured in a strained voice, "and you thought telling me this would lessen my regard for you? Don't you remember that I told you the other night that certain emotions and impulses in healthy young bodies were quite natural? Of course, I never dreamed that I was unintentionally contributing to them, but I still don't think it is serious enough to upset yourself about, except insofar as your rest and sleep is concerned. That…" he added in a troubled voice, "is something we'll have to think about."
"Then you don't think I'm bad for having those feelings, Mr. Heely?"
"Nonsense, child! Every normal person has gone through the same experience in the period of adolescence. But you must exercise selfcontrol and not fall into habits which will undermine your health."
"But… but… Mr. Heely, if I don't do that, it happens anyway while I'm asleep! When I wake up, it's too late to stop it from happening!
"Oh, Mr. Heely there is something… I think… I know… would be good for me. It would sooth my nerves and take that feeling away… if only… but how can I ask you such a thing!"
"How can you continue to question my willingness to do anything in my power for you, my little Jessie?" the poor man insisted reproachfully. "If I am in any way to blame for a condition which can only be relieved by discontinuing my visits I'll have to make the sacrifice. Do you think it would be better for you if I didn't come?" he asked anxiously.
"Oh, no, no, Mr. Heely. That wouldn't keep me from thinking of you; it would only make things a hundred times worse!"
"What did you have in mind then, my dear?" he asked, vastly relieved.
"Speak frankly; I'll not be offended!"
"Oh, Mr. Heely, it's something… it really happened in a dream once. I felt so much better that way than when I… you know what I mean… and the bad feeling didn't come back for a long time, but…" and I hid my face against his shoulder, "it's dreadful to ask you such a thing!"
"Let's consider that after we know what it is!" he urged tensely.
"If you… if you… oh, Mr. Heely… it sounds so terrible… but if you would… if you would just put your hand there where the feeling starts… if you would just put your hand there for a moment each night before you leave… I know the feelings would finish and go away and I wouldn't have to do that in the night!"
A tremor passed through his body, his arms gripped me convulsively, and though he spoke with forced calmness, I knew he was in exquisite torment.
"You think that would calm your nerves?" he asked in an unsteady voice.
"I feel sure it would… I know it would… if you wouldn't mind doing it!"
"Shall we try it tonight?"
"Yes, yes!" I whispered.
"Now?"
"Yes!"
So realistically had I enacted my self-imposed role of ingenuous impudicity that, unconsciously, it had quite taken hold of my own imagination, and for the moment I was actually living the part I had assumed.
As I slipped from his lap I distinctly felt a tremor in my own knees, and the warm glow of sexual excitation was permeating my body. I had "acted" myself into a real heat.
With trembling fingers I undid my panties and without troubling to remove my dress lay down on my back upon the bed. Shielding my eyes with a forearm and in a fever of anticipation I awaited his approach.
He rose from his chair and sat down on the edge of the bed by my side.
He hesitated uncertainly for a moment and then slowly inserted his hand up under my dress. Seeing that he had not the assurance or temerity to throw the dress back and expose my body, and having succeeded in working myself up to a degree in which my own organism was now imperatively demanding satisfaction, I reached down and pulled up the dress myself, revealing my cunny which just that morning had received fresh depilatory attentions.
Just as an electric current is transmitted from one metal object to another by contact so does that mysterious force called sexual exultation communicate itself from one body to another under favourable circumstances. I had deliberately induced an erotic tension in this man such as he probably had not experienced in years. I had been actuated by kindly rather than lewd motives for, as a matter of fact, I had never felt the slightest sexual inclination toward him. Now, having succeeded by my artifices in exciting his sterile passions to an exquisite pitch, I found myself caught in my own trap.
A moment or two after I pulled up my dress I felt his hand on my cunny. I separated my legs a bit wider, lay back, closed my eyes, and prepared to yield myself up to the pleasurable sacrifice. I sensed my clitoris, now excited and swollen, pulsing impatiently in anticipation. It wanted to be rubbed and rubbed vigorously. But as I waited expectantly there came no motion in the hand which lay firmly, but inactively pressed against it. I waited a long minute and then moved my hips suggestively once or twice. The hand still lay motionless over the pubic mound with the fingers, likewise motionless, resting lightly along the extension of the crevice below.
It was tantalizing. Didn't this man know anything at all? I wriggled my hips again, once, twice, several times. I squeezed my thighs together, compressing his fingers between them, and still that hand remained impassively quiet.
The tension in my nerves was now such as to render further delay unendurable. I seized his hand in mine and forcibly imparted a rubbing motion as I pressed it harder against my clitoris. Under this friction and pressure the current of erotic sensation began to generate swiftly.
Having set his hand on the proper frictional course I released it and lay back again to savour the ravishing caress until the mounting sensations attained their maximum and, like a bursting rocket, exploded and hurled their melting fires through my body.