"It is true, then. I did hear. Oh, Miss. Denise, how exciting. Oh please, please, let me see you. Please."
I was utterly shocked on two counts. Firstly, I was astounded that Nellie had the nerve to reach between the folds of my skirt and grab my cock, and secondly that she was not frightened nor repulsed.
"Please, my pretty pet," she pleaded. "We could have such a lovely time together."
I slowly began undoing the buttons of my skirt, never taking my eyes from her luscious breasts. Suddenly, I had a brilliant thought.
"Why don't we both get undressed? In fact, why don't you draw a bath for me, and then if you would, you might join me in the warm soapy water."
"Oh yes, Miss. Denise. That is a lovely idea. I do so love baths." She turned and went into the bathroom, where I heard the water running and her pretty voice humming.
I was beside myself with expectation. I had never seen a woman completely nude. I had never had the opportunity to be touched by another girl, nor had the fun of freely exploring one's body with my hands. My cock ached with built-up tension and desire. Carefully, I stepped out of my skirt and went into the bathroom.
I found Nellie bending over the bathtub, her clothes neatly folded in a stack on a shelf high up so that they would not get soaked. I had the pleasure of admiring her full buttocks for a long moment as she bent, completely exposed, over the porcelain tub. I could see a fringe of hair peeking out just below her little rosette anus.
"Nellie, you are lovely," I whispered.
"Oh, Denise, you frightened me," she jumped. And then without hesitation, she came toward me. I took in her creamy flesh, her voluptuous tit, her white belly, and the cleft between her soft white thighs, the crack of her pussy surrounded by light blond hair.
"Come now, Miss. Denise, take off your underthings. It is time you had your bath," she said mischievously. She reached out and undid the drawstring of my drawers, and gasped when her eyes landed on my penis, which stood out in rigid excitement.
"Why, you're half-man, half-girl aren't you? How wonderful! You get the best of both!" she cried gaily, and without hesitation fell on her knees and kissed the tip of my throbbing sex.
She looked up at me, and asked me if I liked the way that felt. I could only nod vehemently. It felt absolutely divine. She put her full lips over the head of my penis and tickled the end of it with her tongue, and then after doing that for a few moments, she thrust her mouth over the entire shaft and took my prick all the way into her throat. As she did this, with one hand she caressed and teased my balls and with the other, she lightly touched her own nipple. I felt involuntary moans escape my lips, and I thought with horror that I was going to shoot my white seed into the lovely girl's mouth at any given moment.
"OH! Nellie, that feels so marvellous. Oh! Oh!" I cooed and groaned. But something kept me from letting go of my spunk. I wanted to see her experiencing pleasure as I was.
Gently, I pulled her up so that she was standing. We embraced, and I kissed her lips which were swollen and bruised from sucking my prick. I let my tongue play at the soft vulnerable flesh of her mouth and tongue, while she did the same to me. Our nipples grazed and touched one another as we held each other in a tight embrace. One of her delicate little hands was gently working the shaft of my penis, while her left hand seemed to have disappeared inside the folds of her own flesh. I groped between the soft flesh of her thighs, and found her hand there lightly stroking her own pussy.
"Let me," I whispered. Though I had never touched a woman's pussy before, I knew instinctively what to do. Nellie guided my hand at first, leading my fingers deep into her warm, wet quim. I felt a thrill of the mysterious nature of women overwhelm my sensibilities, and for a moment I was slightly jealous of Nellie's pretty folds of pink wet flesh surrounded by the soft curls of her blond hair. Her hands guided my finger to a point inside her nether lips where it seemed to be harder, a little pearl of pulsing flesh. I was fascinated, and began to delicately massage her. As I did this, she moaned and thrust her hips against me and pressed her mouth against my own more forcefully.
Soon I felt that I could hold back no longer. Nellie had one hand on my nipple, which she pinched harder and harder, as her strokes on my cock became more fierce and rapid. My hips moved back and forward to meet the thrusts of her hips, as my fingers drew out a natural rhythm from her beautiful body. Suddenly, I thought I was going to swoon from lack of oxygen, and I gave myself over to the burning lava flow of my orgasm. As soon as I did this, I felt Nellie stifle a moan, putting her mouth to my neck and I felt her warm sex juice flow all over my fingers.
Afterward, we both began laughing rather sheepishly at our rather bad behaviour, Nellie dressed herself while I climbed into the bathtub. I told her my whole story. I told her everything about Miss. Priscilla and Helen and my father. I told her of my real desire to be a woman, though I enjoyed the pleasure that my cock afforded me too, and how coming to the school was, in a sense, the best of both worlds.
Nellie listened with a wide smile as she gently soaped and rubbed me in the bathtub. I realized that by telling her my whole secret, I was trusting someone I hardly knew with my deepest, darkest truths. I remember that I felt instinctively that she would never hurt me. And I turned out to be correct. During my two years at the school, Nellie was an unfailing friend, a patient confidante, and an exquisite lover. She was the most lovely companion that a girl (or boy) could ever want.
I wept piteously when we said good-bye, for I knew I would never return to the school after I left it. We had shared so much together, and I feared that I would never find her equal. But when I met Violet, I realized that she had the potential to fill the space that leaving Nellie had created. Violet was much more the tyrant than Nellie, and this is what I had grown to need. I loved Violet almost as fiercely when I first saw her as I had loved Nellie.
The village was almost at the gates of the park, but the park itself was two miles long. We drove into the village and left the pony in charge of a boy.
"Mind your pretty shoes, Denise," said Violet as I got out. "Don't dirty them!"
"Oh yes, Miss. Violet! I will," I said, happily stepping down.
We delivered Helen's messages at the various cottages and at each one got further proof of how much I, Dennis Beryl, was detested and feared. They were all so delighted at Violet's news that he was to be kept for some time longer at the girls' school.
There was one cottage especially where the news was welcomed. A little old woman called Mrs. Pettigrew and her big buxom daughter, Lucy, kept a laundry employing six girls of the village, where all the house linen of the manor.
Sometime ago, just before I went abroad, declaring that Lucy had been insolent to me, I had persuaded my father to take our washing away from the laundry. Mrs. Pettigrew was nearly ruined in consequence, and would have been altogether, had not Helen given it back to her. Mrs. Pettigrew hated me, naturally, and when Violet told her that I was to remain at school, she laughed with vicious satisfaction, "That's a blessed message of comfort for every poor man and woman in this village," she cried. "Tis kind of Miss. Deverel to keep him in the school."
The old witch urged us inside and showed us a horrible little dark room at the back of the parlour. "That's where I would like to keep him in his girls' clothes," she exclaimed passionately. "All his life I would like to keep him there fastened to a chair, feeding him just bread and water. We could do it, too. Tell Miss. Deverel, please Missy! Me and Lucy and my laundry girls, we could keep him safe and quiet in there. He wouldn't get away with these on his legs."
With a horrid laugh she held up a cruel pair of rusty fetters with a very short and terribly heavy iron chain between them. I was terrified. Her face was so threatening, her voice so passionate. I became certain that she was in fact a crone.