Here Julius could hardly keep his countenance, for the note had been written, partly under his direction, by Cornet Periwinkle. It stated in effect, that as she, Miss Larcher, was tolerably well provided in the world's goods and he Stiggins was not, he would have no objections to save her character by marrying her. That his friend, Major Ringtail, had told him that she made a most delicious fuck; as indeed he himself partly guessed from seeing the way in which she tossed up her pretty white legs and doubled them over that gallant officer's back, when he was rogering her in the pew last Sunday; but as he, Stiggins, considered that locality too much exposed, he suggested the vestry, after divine service, or indeed the sofa in her own private apartment, as a more suitable spot for the consummation of their mutual affection.
Concluding with a philosophical remark that she needn't be shy, for he had ascertained that the dimensions of the Major's cock were so huge that she needn't be afraid of one of a milder description.
Upon reading this precious production, Julius rose with a grave face, went to the door and locked it, glad of the opportunity of turning his back upon the lady, to conceal a triumphant grin that would come upon his features. When he returned, his face had resumed its gravity as he remarked: 'My name, dear Miss, is Larkyns, a Captain in the same regiment as this Major Ringtail, and I assure you I shall call him to account for his abominable slander.'
'And then he'll shoot you, Captain Larkyns,' exclaimed the lady, clasping her hands together in an agonized way, for the young gentleman's handsome face and figure had begun to produce a great effect upon her.
'Perhaps he may, dear Miss Larcher, but in the cause of injured beauty and innocence, I can dare anything, and if I fail you can drop a tear to my memory.'
On this artful speech, Miss Larcher (who had not been made love to for some years) turned on the Captain a look so full of love and gratitude, that the young gentleman who was by no means troubled with bashfulness, passed his arms around the lady's waist and pressed his lips to hers, murmuring as he did so: 'Make me your champion, my darling, and I will dispel this vile slander or perish in the attempt.'
To this magnificent speech, Miss Larcher could only mutter something about bloodshed, and never seeing him again. Then Julius, as if a bright idea had struck him said: 'Perhaps this villain of a Major will retract and confess it is all a lie. It is a lie, I suppose, my darling girl, is it not?'
'Oh, Captain Larkyns!' she exclaimed, in a tone of reproof.
'Nay,' said he, hastily, 'I believe it is a lie, but to make other people believe; that's the thing. There is one proof of the incorrectness of the story-that the wretched Stiggins talked about your white stockinged legs over the side of the pew. Now that part of the story is evidently false as I perceive you wear black silk.'
'Certainly,' said she very readily, 'of course, I always do,' and at the time displaying more of her legs in corroborating her statement than in prudence she ought to have done.
'Oh what exquisite legs!' said the artful dragoon, kneeling down and commencing to kiss them.
'Do you think so, Captain,' replied the lady smiling and blushing.
To this there was no verbal response, but there was more extensive kissing, in both senses of the word, higher up (he had got to her thighs by this time) and stronger in quality. And then Julius, as quietly and slyly as the operation would permit, insinuated his hand between the lady's thighs, and his finger inside her cunt.
'Oh, Captain Larkyns,' she sighed, 'I am learning to love you. Do not destroy my self-respect.'
'My sweet friend/ Julius astutely replied to this, 'I am your champion for life and death; permit me to assure myself that when I give the slanderer the lie to his teeth, I shall be speaking truly and conscientiously.'
To this the lady made no reply, but a heavy sigh. Perhaps she was soft enough to believe the seductive Larkyns; perhaps she had a longing for something, she knew not what. At any rate she was fairly in for it by this time, and made no resistance when Julius laid her back on the sofa, with one of her legs over the back of it, and the other supported by a neighbouring chair.
'This is the sofa, I suppose, on which that brute Stiggins proposed to violate you, my darling, but from henceforth it shall be kept sacred as the altar on which you sacrificed your sweet person to your devoted lover Julius!'
'Ah, Julius,' said Miss Larcher, as the dragoon was raising her clothes and opening her thighs, 'be gentle with me, indeed, I am inviolated and free from the lust of man, do not hurt me.'
'I respect you as much as I love you,' replied the lying scamp, taking out his long stiff prick, and saying to himself as he did so, 'what a jolly tight fuck the old girl will make! Here goes for her maidenhead the very first shove!'
And indeed it was so, or very nearly. Before making the shove, he took care to have himself very well established, and then when he did make it, there was a scream, not that Julius cared, for he knew that his faithful friend, Alfred, would keep intruders out of the room. He persevered in his vigorous shoves, until Miss Larcher, reassured by his passionate words and burning kisses, forgot the smart of the pain, and tasted something very like pleasure-and when Julius injected his spunk into her, and sank into her arms, she experienced a feeling of satisfaction from the sentiment that he belonged to her now and would come and ride her again. She was right there, and not far wrong in believing Julius-she would believe anything he said-when he assured her that he would have Major Ringtail turned out of the regiment next day. She little thought how easy it was to turn a man out of the regiment who was never in it.
Leaving Captain Larkyns to congratulate himself upon knowing where to go for some fresh cunt, when the spirit moved him, and Miss Larcher to take what pride she could in the idea that if she were not a married woman, she was at any rate no longer an old maid, we will follow Rosa to her finishing school at Mrs. Moreen's.
Here, as may be expected, a parlour boarder like Rosa, met with a good deal of consideration. A few showy accomplishments, and a fashionable deportment, were all that she was required to learn, and naturally lady-like and clever, their acquisition did not cost her much trouble. But she was destined to learn some other accomplishments at Mrs. Moreen's establishment, such as that worthy lady probably knew nothing about, and which she certainly never charged for in her halfyearly bills. For instance, it is usual among young ladies of Rosa's age when thrown a good deal into each other's society to form close alliances, bonds of everlasting affection and so on. Then ensue confidential communications about lovers, cousins and brothers, revelations as to secret longings, and the liberties which the dear little creatures have permitted to that naughty boy, Harry, or that darling Frederick, and so on. And in the young ladies' bedrooms the descriptions were sometimes illustrated, particularly as when in Rosa's case her bedfellow was her most intimate friend and confidante, Miss Harriet Lovit. This young lady, who was a few months younger than Rosa, was a thorough adept in all sorts of licentious practices. On the very first night of their sleeping together, she clasped Rosa in her arms and tried by getting between her thighs to excite her lust, and produce something that a young gentleman in the same position would not have failed to produce. But though Rosa had no objection to the proceeding, and stretched her thighs as wide as she could, and kissed her newly-found friend affectionately in acknowledgement of her well-meant efforts, the only effect produced by their two tender young cunts rubbing together, was to make the pretty pair long for something else, something which was not at hand.