His desire had quickly gone! He felt a wonderful feeling of well-being invading him. A state of euphoria seized him and he began to contemplate his companion. In the middle of her thighs, a thin stream of blood was flowing, drowning her lips in its warm redness!
They were lying silently side by side.
He did up his pants and lit a cigarette.
Twilight came. Darkness was already beginning to cover the top of the mountain. Several birds were flying about uttering little cries.
It was time for them to return to the village. Their parents would be worried about them.
They got up and looked at each other. They couldn't stop themselves from embracing again.
“Did I hurt you. Danielle?”
“Please, let's not talk anymore, Phillip! All this is my fault. Tomorrow we'll discuss it! I'm tired! Let's go home! It's almost nighttime.”
They went down the winding path with a heavier step, but the song of their happiness, the joy of having overcome the prejudices of the world, the pleasure or having conquered the laws of the universe, sang in their hearts.
Phillip was happy but nonetheless apprehensive about the future, and went home after having exchanged a final kiss with his companion on the threshold of her parents' house, where they were waiting for her, the evening meal already having been served.
Danielle immediately pretended to have a headache when she saw her father and mother so she wouldn't have to see their faces. She went up to her room.
Everything seemed changed!
She couldn't seem to recognize anything that was hers among all the things cluttering the room of a young girl.
Late that night she fell asleep peacefully with a burning between her thighs that had marked her for life. She no longer belonged to the world of the fortunate, but to that of the damned! Her body had demanded the regeneration of her destiny.
The first chapter of her life had just begun and while the heavy countryside slept under the starry sky, the young girl clung to a man's torso in a dream and accepted him as a deliverance.
A new dawn was about to rise! Desire and love had entered her heart.
CHAPTER TWO
The day following that memorable day there remained of the candid young girl only a woman brutally awakened to the mysteries of nature. Danielle had for a long time fought against going to the city, as she didn't want to give in to the request of an aunt who had a little flower shop there. But now she suddenly changed her mind.
“I'm going!” she told her parents. “I hope to be able to be of service to my aunt and perhaps it is better that I knew the city. Perhaps I could find a job. I'll come back to see you very often!”
The father and mother acquiesced. They weren't surprised by her decision. They themselves had pushed their daughter to this departure. What future could she have in the country which was so far from civilization?
She took the bus that linked the village to the city and arrived in the evening. Her aunt wasn't expecting her, but Danielle hadn't wanted to send word, preferring to leave immediately. Perhaps she was afraid of remembering Phillip, who must have been devoting himself to his farming duties at the moment.
The next day she had taken over the little store and her aunt, relieved of the sales duties, seemed happy to see that her niece was being very solicitous of the clients' desires.
The habitual customers who often bought pretty bouquets of flowers but who didn't remain for long with the old woman, started to choose more carefully from the innumerable flowers that filled the store. Especially the old gentlemen who would stop in front of Danielle's expressive face. She would smile at them gently, but her eyes would never rest on the half-seen silhouette.
It seemed as though a strange dream was obsessing her, like the remembrance of a painful past. However, the freshness of her complexion was like a living portrait in that flowerbed of roses, violets, dahlias, and thousands of other flowers each more impregnated with beauty than the others.
She seemed insensitive to the mute homages of the men who stayed too long in her aunt's opinion. But business was going better and her aunt was able to raise her salary.
But Danielle wasn't happy. She was seeking the revival of the desire she had known so suddenly. Her half- opened body demanded the accomplishment of its destiny.
One cannot pick a flower without the petals withering, but when the bud is barely open, it demands to be opened more toward the beneficent sun, inundated with a salutary dew.
After a day of work the young girl would go home alone to her little room that her aunt had fixed up. Often she would undress in front of the mirror and contemplate her marvelously proportioned body. She caressed her pussy lasciviously where the prick had left its indelible imprint. And then, when she felt shivers running over her, she would try to touch her clitoris with her finger in order to experience a sensation of pleasure.
She often succeeded in giving herself a brief pleasure, but this left her unsatisfied and, as she was falling asleep, she would dream of the virile member that had penetrated her so deeply.
Several days passed and brought nothing but the idleness of her solitary personality. She needed a man!
She felt that she could never again return to her former ignorance. Her body demanded something besides the conventional morals and the sugary words of the masses!
She wanted to increase the power of her youth, to glory in the pleasures of sex.
One evening, during the hour when the amorphous crowds return to their places of relaxation to conquer their fatigue, Danielle perfumed herself discreetly, dressed elegantly, and went out with a single thought:
She wanted a man. Any man! Anyone she happened to find on the street!
She was suffering from the obsession weighing upon her skin with the sweat of love.
Therefore, she went to a dance hall frequented by students who were tired of the dryness of the absurd courses they were forced to take and tried to give themselves a sensual excitation with the young ladies whose eyes were ringed by nights of insomnia and vice!
The young girl danced with several men but at the end of the evening she was still with a young man with blond hair, a mustache, and fiery eyes. They went out into the night arm in arm and walked naturally to the young man's apartment.
They did not speak!
They didn't need to understand that their bodies were going to be united. It was fate that had brought them together and their youth was impatient to profit from the present circumstances.
“Danielle, I feel as though I've always known you. Perhaps I have dreamed about you! You are the incarnation of my thoughts! You danced so gracefully. I was proud to hold you in my arms!”
The night was long!
“Will you come visit the room I occupy on the sixth floor? Don't be afraid, I'll be proper!”
“I'm not afraid of anything! I like you, but I know how to defend myself! If I accept, I won't stay long. My aunt will be worried about me!”
They went up the stairs that led to the little room where the young medical student lived. As soon as they had entered, as if moved by an irresistible attraction, they embraced quickly.
The young girl sat down and contemplated her companion. What interested her particularly, although she couldn't admit it to herself, was the long bed covered by a patchwork quilt.
They couldn't waste a moment!
The room was warm and the light fatigue from the dancing had seemed to excite them even more. They found themselves stretched out on the couch. A nightlight weakly lighted the scene. The young man grew bolder.
His tongue caressed Danielle's palate as she lay there, conscious of her approaching fall. Her dress was gently lifted! Her bronzed thighs appeared. Her breasts, whose nipples were hardened by repeated caresses,
