I lay down again after breakfast, but the dear girl begged me to spare her, for although she still felt excited at the least touch, she was convinced she would betray herself at the convent if I pushed matters further. To prevent being too severely tempted or tempting, I rose, dressed and sat by her bedside. We of course spoke of the strong mutual love that had sprung up between us, for I had become strangely fascinated with this enchanting creature.
Alas! We were obliged to confess that it could but be clandestine love. Her father was a very rich banker, she his only child, and already she knew that he had formed very ambitious projects as to a future husband for her. He had risen by lucky speculations from a very inferior position, and like all parvenus now looked to a marriage of his daughter with some high noble to dignify his wealth. However, the darling girl had not yet completed her fifteenth year although she was within a couple of months of doing so, and her father did not contemplate her marriage until she was sixteen at least, so that, under the fortunate friendship of Louisa, we should be able to indulge our mutual affection for a while yet.
While we were yet talking of dear Lou she arrived in company with Marguerite. Emma had previously expressed her repugnance, now that she knew me, the flattering little hussy, to join in any orgy at Tom's, and had begged me to procure her the pleasure of sleeping again with me alone.
I told her that the only way was for her to exaggerate the real pain she was suffering, and to complain of being quite feverish and unable to move.
I seconded her in my way, and the end of it was that Louisa became of the opinion that to include her in her present state in the excesses of their orgies would probably make her so ill as to cause an inquiry at the convent, which might deprive her forever of the companionship of Marguerite as well as Emma.
So once it was decided that she should remain quietly at my place, and so that I might not increase her fever by being too hot upon her, the two lewd women took it upon themselves to take it out of me, as they called it. I humoured them, of course, but avowed that Emma herself had taken it out of me already as they would find.
Yet notwithstanding my secret determination to restrain myself to the utmost, these two libidinous women knew too well how to raise the wild rage of lust in any man, and of course succeeded in reducing me to a very exhausted condition, although not quite so much as I affected.
Emma tossed and tumbled about in considerable agitation at the sight of our repeated love encounters, professing to be only excited by the sight. Lou, to calm her senses, gamahuched her twice. But the dear girl confessed to me afterwards that it was a feeling of jealousy that had agitated her so greatly, although she dared not avow it to Louisa.
I embraced the dear girl tenderly for the love she evidently bore me, but gently disagreed with her idea of jealousy, telling her that when she was a little more used to fucking, she would find that a plurality of pricks would not impede or even impair her ardent love for one man; that it would be an unkind return for the great friendship Louisa had always had for me to refuse to join in her orgies, and that once she had tasted of them she would find we could love each other as fondly as ever. Indeed, if anything, it would make us fly with greater delight into each other's arms after seeing how different mere passion and lust was to true love and affection.
She was but half-convinced, although I could see her eyes sparkle as I described some of the exciting scenes of our encounters.
We did but little that night, but what we did was very superior in quality.
LETTER XXVII
I write in haste, with much news to impart, but that which is most important first: I am engaged! The circumstances that surround this happy state are, however, quite peculiar-and, perhaps, not what you might have come to expect.
A few days after my last visit from Emma, the dear girl persuaded Louisa to arrange another tryst at my studio. Though alone together but for an afternoon, we were able to enjoy three glorious fucks. Kneeling on the big armchair in the corner of my studio, her petticoats swept up to reveal the small, firm, round globes of her buttocks, Emma begged me to enter her in both orifices. After a loving inspection of the two divine apertures that lay between her cheeks, I applied my stiff prick to the soft, moist lips of her cunt and here rogered her long and vigorously. I was then able to invade her rosy bottom-hole without any suffering or complaint on her part, indeed, so prolonged and copious was her spend that I feared she would go off into another swoon. After two further lively bouts, quite exhausted by love's combats, we lay with her dear, blonde head upon my breast and talked, whilst outside the first autumn rains beat upon the studio roof.
She told me of her apprehension at the arranged marriage that her father might force upon her and the prospect of suffering the misery of an unhappy nuptial bed, always longing for the carnal sweets that she had tasted with me. Her sixteenth birthday lay but two short weeks away whereupon she would be eligible for marrying off-a pretty young thing with no end of ugly or elderly suitors both rich and noble. She talked of our elopement. In short, it was Emma's dearest wish to secure me as her husband before her father could force her into an unhappy marriage. My heart grew heavy, for I knew how much store her father set by a union that would secure Emma's social and material advancement, a position that I, being neither rich nor noble, could supply. My imagination took flight. All of a sudden I was faced with the prospect of a scandal and the full wrath of her rich and powerful father. No good could come of this, I thought, and I had no appetite for being hounded, poverty-stricken, through the courts of England and France by a vengeful patriarch.
Louisa arrived to escort poor Emma back to the convent. I rode with them in the coach and on the way back to my atelier, I confided in dear Lou the fears and forebodings that beset me, but also the love that I had acquired for my darling Emma.
'I can see why you are so taken with the dear young thing,' she replied. 'She is the sweetest of girls, but truly, she is still just a lovesick filly whose passions may blow hot or cold. Besides, your misgivings are well founded: her father is not a man to be trifled with.'
Lou must have seen the look of despair upon my face, for she continued,
'Don't be so downcast, for I know there is a girl who has lost her heart to you, though she would never say as much. In case you cannot guess, it is-Marguerite de Laval!'
I was thunderstruck. Lou's sound advice had opened my eyes to the folly of elopement with Emma and, in so doing, had lowered my spirits considerably. Now they soared once more when she told me of my secret admirer.
'But what are we to do about poor little Emma?' I asked.
'You need not worry on her account, for she will have ample time to pick and choose. Her father is no monster and will allow her to marry for love as well as position, of that I am sure. But you must write to her and give her a full account of your intentions-in this way she will be over it all the sooner.' This I did later and a few days hence I received a sad but sweet epistle in return.
Louisa and I had parted at the door of my studio, although not before arranging for young Mile, de Laval to be left alone with me for a time at the earliest opportunity. This was quickly arranged by our dear mutual friend; Lou and I had conspired that she should bring Marguerite to my studio under the pretext of yet another delightful orgy which, though not strictly necessary, would render the exercise more credible in the eyes of the dear young thing. I have already told you of the exquisite pleasures we three had enjoyed, and Marguerite was fully expectant of a repeat of these amorous bouts and arrived in a state of high excitement. As Louisa departed, she told us that we would be rejoined soon enough by herself and her husband.