feared it. My skirts floated up about me as I waded deeper and deeper, and in less time than it takes to tell it, I was in to my neck. I had a wonderful time. I thought this was probably the most dreadful thing I had ever done in my life besides my eavesdropping. I knew Father would punish me if he discovered that I had gone near the pond, much less in it, but I didn't care! The water felt delightful on my body, and I sported about in it for nearly an hour.
I was a sorry sight, indeed, as I climbed out, but I had gathered some lilies and I was happy. Quickly I stripped off my wet clothes, squeezed the water out of them, and spread them to dry. Then, stark naked, I entered the pond again. I had often gazed at my nude charms in the glass since seeing my mother reflect on herself that way. Now, as I stood there in the clear water, I discovered that by standing quite still I had a clear image of myself.
I noted her same hips and legs and breasts; I noted, too, the same colored hair at the base of my belly and the same cunt, though I wasn't nearly as developed as she.
Finally, after my clothes had dried, I wandered back to the house to meet my new teacher. I expected another old hag. Imagine my surprise when I saw, sitting upon the porch beside my mother, one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! Here, instead of an ugly woman, was a perfect beauty, not a minute over twenty years old, and when I say she was beautiful, I mean just that. Not only was her face beautiful, but she was beautiful all over. As you will find a little later, I got to know that beautiful body in every detail, and the more I knew that girl, the more I delighted in kissing and petting her.
At table that evening, I couldn't keep my eyes from her; I must have acted the dummy indeed. I could eat only a little. Both Mother and Father chided me about it, but I passed it off saying I didn't feel just exactly right. Had Mother known my thoughts at that very moment, I would have been horsewhipped and Vera would have been driven from our home.
After dinner, however, I had a chance to further admire that beautiful creature. Mother suggested I show her about the place, and a moment later, Vera and I were walking through the gardens.
Her hair was a deep brown color; her cheeks were rosy red and her full lips were like ripe cherries, while her teeth, white like the snow of early winter, were even and firm. I noted her swanlike neck and the narrow, slanting shoulders, and I admired her dainty ankles and tiny feet. All this I saw that first evening as we wandered about the gardens, but I was to see more of her a little later.
I was to see her beautiful legs and thighs; her full, rounded hips and bottom-cheeks; the slender waist; the full, firm breasts with their tiny pink nipples; and above all I was to admire the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen, even to this day!
That first evening, when my hungry gaze was limited to her facial charms, I fell desperately in love with her! I was overjoyed at this sudden turn of events! I laughed and cried in turn. I danced all about her, picked flowers and forced them upon her and, I guess, made a fool of myself in general. But I just couldn't help it; I was that happy.
Though she noted my actions, she paid no attention to them. Her only reaction was to take me in her arms and kiss me as tenderly as a mother would kiss her only child, and I felt that we were to become the most wonderful friends.
Later that evening, she told me that we were to become lovers at heart. Of course, it wasn't necessary for her to tell me that: I was already her lover at heart.
Ah, how little did I know then what she meant by that remark! Oh, God! What pleasures I had in your arms, Vera!
Years after, while basking in the arms of another woman, I always fancied it was Vera's charms passing beneath my lips… it was Vera trying to satisfy my endless craving by offering to my hungry lips that pearly nectar with which she was so plentifully endowed!
I remember only too well that first night in our garden. We had wandered to the summerhouse, that same summerhouse in which I had witnessed those strange scenes between the lovers. There, seated upon that same couch, she took me in her arms and kissed me! Perhaps it was due to the great influence the summerhouse had over me, or perhaps it was my love for her, but whatever the cause, I gloried in her kisses.
Not only did she kiss my lips, but also my cheeks, eyes, and even my throat. Her kisses were far different than any I had ever received before. When kissing my mouth, she would quite cover mine with her own, while the tip of her tongue would caress the inside of my lips. She did this a dozen times, I guess, each time a little more deliberate, and each time sending a delicious thrill through me until I thought I was literally dying of pleasure.
Looking back at that night, I am convinced I would have been an easy conquest for her, for she had instilled a strange thought within me. Though I had never heard of such a thing, I was taken with the idea that I wanted to kiss her all over! I wanted to do something dreadful to her! Something naughty! But in my innocence, I could not think of a single thing to do.
A few moments later, we rose from the couch and retraced our steps. I led her by the pond. Somehow, I felt free with this wonderful woman. I felt so free, in fact, that I told her of my delight in wading in the water, and how my former tutor had forbidden me from going there. Vera laughed at this. Then she told me I might wade whenever I so chose, but that I must be careful since I was now in her care. She made me promise I would never wade there unless she was with me. To this I solemnly agreed.
Later we sat upon the porch, and here again I came in for a lot of kissing. But Vera was clever. She knew only too well how easily she might spoil it all by hurrying matters with me, and she would stop kissing my lips just when I was feeling the best.
She wished to know all about my studies-how far I had advanced; in fact, she wanted to know all about me, and many of her questions I thought strange and far from the point. I wanted her to hear my voice, but she refused to let me sing in the night air, at least until my voice got stronger and settled. In later years, I realized how correct this was when I saw any number of girls ruin their voices by abusing them.
Later that evening, she took me to her room, and here she allowed me to assist her in unpacking her trunk. I saw things I had never dreamed of-all sorts of the finest underwear, dozens of pairs of the finest hose, several beautiful nightgowns, and several dressing gowns. One would never have guessed this girl had to teach music for a living, for her wardrobe was equal to that of a princess.
That night before I retired to my own room, she gave me another of those clinging kisses. How it thrilled me!
The days which followed proved to be a perfect paradise to me. Never in the least did we tire of each other. We were always together. Mother, too, had the utmost confidence in her, and Father never gave us a thought. And so my love grew and grew.
One afternoon, about a week after her arrival, we discovered that both Mother and Father were going to the city on business, and as soon as they left, I suggested we go to the pond and wade. Vera was willing and off we went. Happy in the thought that I could do as I chose in the matter, I stripped off my slippers and stockings and began paddling about, while she sat upon the grassy bank and watched.
Becoming used to this, I ventured out further. Vera, seeing that the lace of my drawers touched the water, said, “You had better pull them up, dear, or you will wet them.'
I did this, but I found I still lacked something. I wanted to go in naked. But I thought Vera would never approve of that, and right there I lost an excellent chance with this beauty. She told me later how seeing my naked legs thrilled her.
You see, my friend, how I dwell upon all this? It isn't that I wish to tire you; it's simply that I delight in relating every little item of our conversation, and the strange things that led to a much clearer understanding between my music teacher and me. It was, I believe, the most wonderful period of my whole life; at least I thought so at the time.
I recall how I asked her to remove her slippers and stockings and come in with me, and how she declined, saying she was “unwell.” This required considerable explaining on her part. She asked me how old I was and when I told her, she explained the whole business.
I had come out of the water and was sitting beside her, and I couldn't help but thrill when she explained to me all about the “periods” a girl experienced once every month. She told me I was passing into womanhood, and I'll never forget the way she looked into my eyes when she told me I must be getting to be quite a full-fledged woman. And there was another splendid opportunity gone. Little did I know she was waiting for me to make the first suggestion of something more intimate.
The afternoon passed and we returned to the house for dinner, only to find that my parents had been
