She took the bus that linked the village to the city and arrived in the evening. Her aunt wasn't expecting her, but Danielle hadn't wanted to send word, preferring to leave immediately. Perhaps she was afraid of remembering Phillip, who must have been devoting himself to his farming duties at the moment.
The next day she had taken over the little store and her aunt, relieved of the sales duties, seemed happy to see that her niece was being very solicitous of the clients' desires.
The habitual customers who often bought pretty bouquets of flowers but who didn't remain for long with the old woman, started to choose more carefully from the innumerable flowers that filled the store. Especially the old gentlemen who would stop in front of Danielle's expressive face. She would smile at them gently, but her eyes would never rest on the half-seen silhouette.
It seemed as though a strange dream was obsessing her, like the remembrance of a painful past. However, the freshness of her complexion was like a living portrait in that flowerbed of roses, violets, dahlias, and thousands of other flowers each more impregnated with beauty than the others.
She seemed insensitive to the mute homages of the men who stayed too long in her aunt's opinion. But business was going better and her aunt was able to raise her salary.
But Danielle wasn't happy. She was seeking the revival of the desire she had known so suddenly. Her half-opened body demanded the accomplishment of its destiny.
One cannot pick a flower without the petals withering, but when the bud is barely open, it demands to be opened more toward the beneficent sun, inundated with a salutary dew.
After a day of work the young girl would go home alone to her little room that her aunt had fixed up. Often she would undress in front of the mirror and contemplate her marvelously proportioned body. She caressed her pussy lasciviously where the prick had left its indelible imprint. And then, when she felt shivers running over her, she would try to touch her clitoris with her finger in order to experience a sensation of pleasure.
She often succeeded in giving herself a brief pleasure, but this left her unsatisfied and, as she was falling asleep, she would dream of the virile member that had penetrated her so deeply.
Several days passed and brought nothing but the idleness of her solitary personality. She needed a man!
She felt that she could never again return to her former ignorance. Her body demanded something besides the conventional morals and the sugary words of the masses!
She wanted to increase the power of her youth, to glory in the pleasures of sex.
One evening, during the hour when the amorphous crowds return to their places of relaxation to conquer their fatigue, Danielle perfumed herself discreetly, dressed elegantly, and went out with a single thought:
She wanted a man. Any man! Anyone she happened to find on the street!
She was suffering from the obsession weighing upon her skin with the sweat of love.
Therefore, she went to a dance hall frequented by students who were tired of the dryness of the absurd courses they were forced to take and tried to give themselves a sensual excitation with the young ladies whose eyes were ringed by nights of insomnia and vice!
The young girl danced with several men but at the end of the evening she was still with a young man with blond hair, a mustache, and fiery eyes. They went out into the night arm in arm and walked naturally to the young man's apartment.
They did not speak!
They didn't need to understand that their bodies were going to be united. It was fate that had brought them together and their youth was impatient to profit from the present circumstances.
“Danielle, I feel as though I've always known you. Perhaps I have dreamed about you! You are the incarnation of my thoughts! You danced so gracefully. I was proud to hold you in my arms!”
The night was long!
“Will you come visit the room I occupy on the sixth floor? Don't be afraid, I'll be proper!”
“I'm not afraid of anything! I like you, but I know how to defend myself! If I accept, I won't stay long. My aunt will be worried about me!”
They went up the stairs that led to the little room where the young medical student lived. As soon as they had entered, as if moved by an irresistible attraction, they embraced quickly.
The young girl sat down and contemplated her companion. What interested her particularly, although she couldn't admit it to herself, was the long bed covered by a patchwork quilt.
They couldn't waste a moment!
The room was warm and the light fatigue from the dancing had seemed to excite them even more. They found themselves stretched out on the couch. A nightlight weakly lighted the scene. The young man grew bolder.
His tongue caressed Danielle's palate as she lay there, conscious of her approaching fall. Her dress was gently lifted! Her bronzed thighs appeared. Her breasts, whose nipples were hardened by repeated caresses, contracted.
The student undressed the young girl who was awaiting her pleasure. Soon they were both naked. Two beautiful bodies in heat were united.
Their breaths were perfumed, their smooth skin was glowing. His fingers clutching the den of ineffable delights, the young man advanced his shining virility.
He took her buttocks in one hand and just at the moment when he pushed his member between the warm walls of her cunt, he also put his finger into his companion's anus as she clung to his torso.
Her lips were sealed to those of her partner. His cock was now deep inside her. Then he stopped moving, wanting to make the pleasure last.
The young girl felt the spasm rising in her.
“Move a little! I mustn't move!”
“But I don't know, how, what do you want me to do?”
“Do it. You'll feel more pleasure and so will I!”
Little moans escaped Danielle's lips, then became intermingled with panting. She stiffened, feeling the moment rising when pleasure would distend her ardent female body.
Several instants later, when she had consented to follow the young man's advice, she began agitating her lovely ass. They came together.
They remained welded together in an indestructible embrace.
The ejaculation had been slow and the pleasure more intense!
The young girl had just known a marvelous pleasure. For the first time, the feeling of having finally conquered her place in the immense chain of those who had preceded her was installed in her radiant body. From now on she would be opened to the most luxurious embraces and to nights of debauchery and madness!
“Was that good for you, Danielle?”
“Oh, it was magnificent! And I feel so wonderful! Where did you learn to make love like that?”
A malicious smile uncovered the young man's teeth.
“I've lived long enough! I don't have the same prejudices of the masses! I know that the psychological functions need to be unchained under pain of waste. Scientifically speaking, love is an art and we should seek the greatest refinements!
“What the moral man calls vices, we call virtues! A little like a transmutation of all the values that Nietzsche talked about!”
“But is the body so beautiful that you cannot invoke anything else?”
“Always distrust moral men!”
But it's hard to talk philosophy for long in the warmth of a bed. They fucked again. They disdained the normal position and used the “dog fashion” instead. Danielle, who was still ignorant in these matters, obeyed without a word.
She felt the hard cock penetrating between her thighs from behind. Her hair spread out over her white neck. Her firm, round buttocks contracted and, satisfied with this new refinement, the young girl awaited the promised and desired pleasure with excitement as the powerful instrument foraged inside her.
The young man's hands clung to her breasts while he fucked her with short little blows, fearing a rapid ejaculation which would have taken part of his pleasure away. He took his partner's mouth as she turned her head in his direction and told her to agitate her body gently.