I had not long to wait; Lilian came into her bedroom, and called me softly to her through the curtained open doorway which connected the two rooms.
Lilian's bed was a pretty piece of modern furniture in Louis XVI style, with mirrored wardrobe to match. It was a gift of her stepfather, and was for her to take away when she got married.
I was happy to be in her room at night, and I kissed her pillow, trying to find the place where her head reposed, much to Lilian's delighted amusement.
All was quiet. Granny was in bed on the second story, but Lilian was vexed with her, as she was restless and disinclined to sleep. I hinted that another time, I would prepare a sleeping draught for the old lady.
I had brought with me a small strap with which to fasten Lily's hands and a new paint brush to titillate her clitoris but I did not use either.
I was thirsty, but there was nothing to drink. Granny had the keys, and Lily could not disturb her. She was thirsty, too.
“We have only our urine to drink!” I said jokingly.
“I will drink some of yours!” said Lily seriously, putting her face near mine, and there was an eager look in her eyes, as if she would have liked me to force her to do so.
There was no more shame between us. I undressed slowly and with nothing but a light singlet, went to bed, and lay fully exposed, while Lilian quickly disrobed, and quietly used the night vase like a married woman.
She came to bed, and her capricious fancy had already caused her to divine what was passing in my mind, for she asked me how I should behave if I was really married to her.
I took her gently in my arms and, kissing her chastely, bade her “good night,” and turned my back to her as if settling down to sleep, making a slight snoring noise.
Lily remained quiet an instant and then put her hand to my neck.
“Now, my dear, you must really let me go to sleep. You know I have to get up very early tomorrow morning, and I think it is most unreasonable to expect that your husband can be always caressing you. My dear wife, I beg you to put out the light and let us both rest.”
Lilian said nothing, but took hold of my member, and in a few moments she had got it as stiff as she wanted, and I turned toward her, and took her in my arms to enjoy the luscious intoxication of her melting mouth.
We showered on each other's bodies the most voluptuous caresses, and at last I pushed my Lilian down in the bed, and she reclined between my legs; her cheek on my left thigh, I made her kiss and lick my member and also the dangling purse, and while she was gently sucking my testicles, I rubbed the stiffening rod against her face and nose. Then I took her by the nape of the neck and, closing my thighs, kept her face imprisoned, pressed as hard as I could against my privates, even to suffocation, and then relaxing my pressure a little, I moved her head about in all directions, and I was really masturbating myself with her darling face. A little more and I should have spent madly, with her features pressed to me to receive the spurting semen, but I think the state I was in warned my artful virgin of the impending danger; so she slid away and took me in her arms.
She told me that she wanted to see me spend; she was mad with the idea of looking at her “dolly,” as the seed spurted forth. I turned upon my back, and pillowing her head upon my breast, allowed her to enjoy her latest whim.
She worked me well with her nervous fingers, and never took her eyes off my organ, while I talked to her as lewdly as possible, telling her how dirty and vile she was, evidently much to her enjoyment, which rose to fever heat, as her wish was gratified by the full view of the gushing seed.
While maddened by the deliberate masturbation of my sweetheart, towards the end I said that immediately the splash of semen should cease, she was to take my member in her mouth and suck it, so as to extract the last drops.
When I had spent furiously, I forgot my ravings during the moments of uncontrollable lust, and was quite surprised to find Lilian slowly approach her lips to her poupée, and engulf it in her hot mouth, not at all disgusted to swallow the last big clot that was slowly exuding from the urethra. But the gland was so sensitive that I could not endure the delicate touch of her tongue, and I pushed her head away.
“Ah!” quoth Lilian, “you did not think I should do it.”
We rested a little, and then Lilian put her hand on my privates again.
“I'm done now, my darling,” said I, “you've thoroughly exhausted me.”
“I'm so sorry,” answered pouting Lilian, “I don't like it when it is soft!”
“Like this, I'm not dangerous. You need not fear lest I take your maidenhead.”
“Oh, my darling, you are never dangerous. I would trust my life in your dear hands. You are so delicate in all you say and do. It is so strange to me to see how you always act with us all as my parents are so coarse and vulgar.”
I offered now to make her happy, in any way she liked. She refused to be sucked and preferred me to masturbate her. I did so, and I think she cared for my fingers more than anything. I made her lay hands on herself, but she soon drew her own digits away and left me to finish her.
I was very thirsty, and she went on a filibustering expedition and managed to find a bottle of Vichy water, which she poured out, and brought to me with many a sweet word and caress.
Then she settled down between my legs, and supporting herself on her elbow began to talk.
She looked most beautiful at that moment, as I gazed upon her face with partial eyes. The yellow light of the candle suited her Spanish complexion, and her liquid, magical eyes sparkled as she gazed at me, getting excited as she spoke, and her splendid black hair flowed over her naked shoulders, for she slept nightly in summer, as she did then, with simply a day chemise.
This picture has remained in my mind, for I loved her then, or rather I might have loved her, if she had shown some slight, womanly tenderness, but she made me very unhappy, although I hid my feelings, by calmly unfolding a mad plan.
She wanted to go into business in Paris, in a small apartment, and hinted that I was to take it for her, and I suppose furnish it. I was to be allowed to visit her there, whenever I chose, and she would have a little kitchen and cook for me. I could come and have meals with her, and we would dine together quite naked.
I hinted that I did not see how she could manage this at all, but she got out of temper because I disagreed with her. So I held my tongue and listened to her, half asleep, as her ceaseless chatter went in at one ear and out at the other.
I kept on admiring her, trying to impress her image on my poor brain, softened by the boiling baths of the previous month, as I felt inwardly, although I tried to drive away the sad thought, that she only cared for me because she fancied I should be able to give her money, and I was forced to say to myself that I should not have many nights with her.
I asked her to get my watch out of my waistcoat, knowing that it was now close upon midnight, and the last train went shortly afterwards.
And indeed, if I remember rightly, for all this took place two years ago and I have seen many women since, I got up to use the chamber, and was about to dress, when she told me that she intended all along for me to stop with her, as she was dying for me to remain one whole night by her side.
After a few moments' hesitation, I accepted, and came to her again, when, after a long kiss, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
It was about five o'clock, when Lilian slowly woke me with the touch of her cunning fingers, searching for her plaything, which she found in the desired state, and she placed it between her thighs, turning her back to me, and inviting me by her lascivious movements to push and move in this artificial coition.