awoke only to find that I had a bedfellow, and that it was a pretty pair of feet that had been playing with me. I was wide awake in a instant, and had them in my hands. How soft they were. Gradually my hand stole higher up than her feet; up her limbs, so round and smooth, but I did not know why I did it unless they were soft and felt so warm The moon was shining brightly through the window and the room was as light as day. I turned over and there was her pretty face and those great eyes looking at me.
'Come up and I will take you in my arms,' she whispered, and I was less than a second getting there.
Oh! How she hugged and kissed me, and how nice her plump bare arms felt to my face and neck.
Then she carelessly unfastened her chemise and I saw what I had never seen before in that way — two beautiful bosoms at once. How pretty they looked, so white and so round, in the soft moonlight. She rubbed them, panting and heaving, over my face and lips, and then whispered to me to 'bite them;' and as my lips fastened over the little hard tips her breath almost burned my face and I felt a new joy that I had not learned in the woods, and realized that I was swelling again as I had the afternoon the day before.
Then I felt one of her warm hands teal down and take it, while the other she took my hand and rubbed it up and down on the big part of her soft legs; and then to the softest, prettiest thing I had ever felt in my young life, where she left it.
Oh, what a plaything I had found; so soft, curly and juicy; and as my finger found a delicate opening she jumped as though I had hurt her. Then I felt her open her legs wide apart, after which she whispered to me to get in there and lie on top of her, which I did; and, as she pulled my little shirt up, I felt my bare belly fitting close to hers and that her chemise was clear up to her arms. Then she kissed me and hugged me again; I thought that she would break me in two; and, whispering to me to do just as she told me, she reached down and took the little fellow that was killing me with pain and placed it where I had my finger when I thought I had hurt her. 'Now you make it go in,' she whispered, and she raised her body clear from the bed with my weight on her, and when she settled back it was in; and she gave a great sigh as I had heard people do who were in trouble. Then she squeezed me and bit me, and seemed to be trying to rock me in a new kind of cradle; then, taking me by my hips, she would push me off and pull me back, never letting that little fellow get out of the nest where she had placed him; and while I felt a tingling sensation in my fingers and toes and up and down my back, she would roll her head on the pillow from side to side, saying 'oh! oh! oh!' I whispered to her that I thought I'd have to get up to 'pepe,' but she said 'no,' and putting a towel under her hips, she suddenly locked her legs over my back, then, bending her back high from the bed, she panted and held me so for a second, trying to reach my lips; but I was too short — then I lost my senses and everything got green, and I felt that I was bleeding in and all over the pretty little plaything on which I had been laying for ten minutes. Her legs and arms unloosed and I rolled off from her shaking like a leaf; but she kissed me and whispered that I would feel better in a few minutes, and I did. Then she got up carefully and taking the towel she went to the washstand and did something I did not know what (then), and coming back to the bed she took me in her arms, telling me that I must never tell; and asking me if it wasn't awful nice, she kissed me a few times, made me kiss her, and with my head on her pretty bosom we fell asleep.
'Wasn't it awful nice?' Well I should say that it was; the little heaven I had created had all been knocked into a cocked hat by the one she had created for me. I smile when I think of my innocence — smile when I reflect what a public benefactor I was at that tender age.
The next morning, after a kiss, a look at the pretty bosom and white bare arms, I received my instructions as to how I should act; and putting on my clothes went down stairs, kicking gently for having to sleep across the bed.
She was a lady of culture and refinement; saw things to be done, and did them with a will; could prepare the choicest of pastries, and, by her winning way, was soon a welcome guest at our cottage on the beach. But who dreamed of the bond — those most intimate of relations — that had so suddenly been established between us?
Breakfast over (at which she was asked the usual questions as to how she had rested, and if I had made her any trouble, etc., all which received the proper replies), I took her out in my boat in the cool of the morning for a ride; and more than once I caught sight of her pretty legs peeping out from under her snowy drapery, that had suddenly grown to have significance with me. She sang to me out on the water, while I rowed and watched what little of her limbs were in sight. But I had a strange desire for one of my age, to see more, and as I said 'Mrs. B-, you have such pretty legs, would you let me see them higher up?' she said, 'Why certainly, my little man, I will do anything for you,' and reaching down, she gathered her dress, skirts and ruffles and held them clear up over her face.
Gods! What a picture — the tight-fitting stockings, the blue garters above her knees, and the white bare thighs! Then the skirts went down again; but the picture was left in my mind.
In the afternoon we strolled out in the woods and sat in the same place of the day before, when she sang to me and told me stories. She was silent for awhile, and then turning to me she said: 'My little man — for you are a man — what we did last night is what those do who get married.
My husband is sick, and for nearly a year he has been gone for his health; and for months I have been almost dying for the pleasure your little hips and your little body gave me last night,' and drawing me to her, she kissed me rapidly. I felt very proud of myself after what she said, and immediately asked her if I might do it again when she came to bed; and with a smile she kissed me and said she 'would see about it.'
She knew the power her beautiful legs had wrought upon me, and on the way back revealed them with every opportunity; and when I asked her if I might put my hand on that little beauty spot, she said 'yes, but be quick,' and I was; but I did and she liked it as well as I; and reaching down and putting my hand up under her rattling skirts to the mossy charm created the same intense thrill that has characterized the same attempt in all my later years.
Before we reached the cottage, she charged me to be sure and eat a hearty supper, and to always eat plenty of meat and eggs and to drink milk.
Ah! How well I know now why she was so careful in looking after my diet. Meat, eggs and milk! oh, yes, I think I have followed those instructions every day from that time — from then until now, thirty long years with their lights and shades.
After tea was over I, for the first time in my life, experienced a high degree of restlessness and impatience. What was it that I wanted? I got out my drawings; they had grown dull and stupid. I turned to my books, but they were unsatisfying; and bidding all good-night, I went to bed, but not to sleep. 'Twas she and only she. In the bed, with its tender memories of the night before, I grew even worse; tossing and longing — the moments streaching into hours, while I waited for her coming:
How my heart beat when at last I heard her footsteps on the stairs! As she came in I feigned sleep, and bending over me she kissed me with her hot lips, and I was happy. then she went to the mirror and began taking down her beautiful hair which, loosened, fell below her hips. After she had unhooked her dress and taken it off, she unfastened her skirts and stepped out of them, and, taking off her corset, she stood before me in her short ruffled chemise, while she toiled and coiled up her lovely hair.
How beautiful and fascinating she was as she stepped about here and there; and as she stooped to pick up this and that from the floor, I peeped under her little shirt and saw the white bare thighs that I had seen in the boat — that had held me so tightly the night before. Then she sat down and unlaced her shoes, and drawing the stockings from her beautiful legs stood up again.
'I like you, I said to her in a low tone, as she stepped to the bed, whispering, 'you little rascal, have you been awake all this time watching me?' I inclined my head, and putting my arms around her neck whispered that I had been waiting so long for her to come, and that I thought she was so nice and pretty.
'Bless your heart,' she replied, 'do you think so?'
I answered 'yes,' and asked her if she wouldn't please take all off, and, looking at me a second, she shrugged her lovely shoulders and the chemise slipped down to her feet; then I saw her all at once from her full neck to her toes — saw what I had longed to see — that little beauty with golden hair which had almost killed me with joy the night before.
'Now are you satisfied?' she asked, and she bent over me while her bosom rested on my face; and as I put my hands on them as though to keep them, she put on her chemise — then took it off again — and putting out the light, came to bed.
I was less than a moment getting by her side and she was less in getting me in her arms. I knew now what
