I felt his tongue. It eased between my teeth. The tips touched, but I did not flinch. His hands encompassed both my shoulders, resting on the quilt. 'Is it not pretty thus?', he asked, lips quivering on my own. He ventured a peck at both my nipples, then returned his mouth to mine. I waited for a movement of his hands. None came. My nipples sparkled from the touch. I said 'Yes' softly, kept my arms alert.
His tongue roamed right across my lips. Re-entering my mouth, it found my own. I fought a dizziness that then obtained, parted my lips more that our tongues might lap. Blurred were our words, soft in the gathering dusk. 'My Emily has her legs apart still-wide apart?'
'You know she has. No-do not touch!' A little panic. I had gripped his wrist. He had not moved it, though, he had not moved. The game was perfect-quite unlike the torrid dreams of Jenkins. His eyes were crinkled and his smile was broad, tinged with a condescension that almost made me giggle at the taut hysteria I felt. 'What?', he asked softly. 'Nothing', I said. I turned my face away, bit in my lower lip and blushed. 'You will not move until the door has closed', he said. I made no sound, but arched my back a little to his drawing lips and felt a shimmering of guilt and love. A broken sob escaped me as he sucked each burning tip, then rose and-walking awkwardly-was gone. I stirred, but then sank back again, placing my hands behind my head. There were dreams to be had here still and I, it seemed, was still the pretty one who had now learned her five-times table but was no worse for that. My heels slipped, but I kept my legs apart and slipped behind the soft doors of the mind into a doze- white clouds, white walls, that ever darker grew, enveloped me and laid my dreams to waste. Through corridors of dark I moved, a ghost within the still awakened world that moved its unheard voices all about.
None came to me. I slept and did not hear the opening of my door, gliding of feet or knees that knelt. My stockinged legs had drooped, were parted all anew and then I felt first ticklings of a tongue that lured its way up, down, between my cunnylips. 'Wh… wh… wh… what?' I woke to find my bottom cupped, half rose on elbows, saw Jane's head between my thighs and grimaced sweetly as she snaked her tongue around my long-awoken spot.
'Shush!', Jane said, raised her head, then dropped it, nose into my muff and licked luxuriously again, I hissing helpless at her wicked toil, twisting my head this way and that and gripping at the quilt's soft folds.
'Hooo! Haaar!', I choked and knew my salty rills to spill in ecstasy upon her tongue-tip of her tongue as she played around my spot and made my bottom heave and work. 'Come on-come on', she husked, warm-flowing breath about my cunnylips. I mewed, I whined, I whimpered, spilled again and left her lips rimed with my tangy salt, the which I tasted as she groped up on the bed and kissed me fondly all about my face. 'We may go to London, dearest-Papa says!'
'What-what?', I blurred. Her tongue swirled round my mouth.
'To London, drowsy-head. Oh, will it not be just the greatest fun?' 'Oh, yes!' The clouds dispersed. 'Oh, yes!', I said again and hugged her close.
CHAPTER 18
Our sojourn in the metropolis was to broaden our experience of life, said Mama. She also intended it, I believe, as a recompense for my unfortunate experiences, of which she said little but had much understanding. To her undoubted sense of guilt at my ill-chosen marriage was added much petulance with Papa who had in part already restored a measure of his wealth by some fortunate bartering, or whatever it may be called, on the Stock Exchange. Our servants had been reduced to two, however, so I felt that he had not made so much progress as he hoped. There are people far worse off than we', Mama said in a practical manner and several times extolled me that, were I able to achieve a divorce and to marry again, I was to bully my husband into purchasing so much bed linen, crockery, and other total necessities that half a lifetime would pass before one needed to spend any more on replenishments. It is a philosophy that I find eminently practical. Eveline was full of bounce. James had creamed her bun, I was sure of that, but was not so tactless as to ask her directly.
There were few enough potential suitors for such an attractive young thing in the surrounding countryside and, once her titties, her cunny and her bottom had been tickled up, she was bound to seek appeasement of her natural desires. James put on an air of dolefulness and solemnity when our departure was announced. He would not grieve for long, though, for I did not doubt that Mary accommodated him as well-a matter to which many a master and mistress of a house lend silent understanding, the latter showing the utmost discretion provided that her own furrow continues to be well-ploughed. We were to stay in Kensington with the Harringtons-friends of our parents, it had been arranged. 'They are neither over-bold nor staid and so will suit you admirably', said Mama, which caused Jane to say that they sounded dull. 'As to that, dear, do not be too flighty or you will never find a nest', was the reply. There was much such badinage, but always a merry understanding underneath that we might do as we would, but should not talk too much about it as regards ourselves, though we might do so in a roundabout way by reference to others. Upon my mentioning that we had visited Julie's uncle and aunt, Mama responded that he was a strange man, and so caused our eyebrows to lift, for we had naively thought it something of a secret. 'Men may be obedient, just as women have to be, but they must withal be manly still', Mama said and regaled us with several tales of ladies and their valets, the latter covering or servicing them when they wished, but with the utmost humbleness and respect, and never otherwise taking advantage of the willing, unveiled limbs unless they were bidden to. -in such circumstances', continued Mama with an openness she did not normally have, but which seemed in a subtle way to pay obeisance to my 'married' state, 'the servant is rarely if ever permitted to kiss the lady, but…' 'He merely puts his cock to her', Jane interrupted, for the three of us were then alone, though joined immediately after this interpolation by Eveline who sat flushed-face with eagerness to listen to our chatter. 'Oh, shush!', I said, for Eveline had caught the last three words and had quite a look of mischief in her eyes which she endeavoured to subdue with no success at all.
'Well, you naughty girl, now that you have said it-yes, he does', Mama replied, and thus set a seal upon Eveline's state of knowledge insofar as she then knew it for herself. 'I wonder what he says to her?', asked Jane, and wrinkled up her nose. 'Ah, as to that… but Eveline, you really should go out', Mama declared.
'Oh, Mama, let her stay!', said Jane. Mama shrugged and said 'Very well', and then proceeded to describe in details rather lightly sketched how a young aunt of hers had secretly watched her husband at play with a young girl on the lawn. Being thus occupied, and having the good sense (and indeed, I suppose, the interest in the erotic scene) not to cry out or scold them, she remained in hiding while her husband's valet silently approached her from the rear and-without warning-thrust her skirts up to her hips and poked his poker warmly in her dell, grasping her thighs so firmly that she could not help but receive his salute to the full, supporting herself against a tree trunk as she did. In a moment, said Mama, the pair were at full bounce just as were the observed ones on the lawn. 'Ah, Sylvia, I have long wanted to!', uttered the valet. Even amid her pleasure though-which was added to by the delightful scene before her eyes-the lady replied (with doubtless panting breath), 'Tell me later, Hawkins', at which he humbly murmured his assent and continued working her, to her delight. Afterwards, she scolded him for using her Christian name, would only offer herself to him bottom-up thereafter and never permitted him to kiss a single part of her fair form. He was bidden to call her 'Mistress' only when they were at play, and to retire as soon as he had satisfied her whim. 'Thus it should be,'