“But, Silas, if harm should come of it?”
“What harm can it do?” I answered, delighted at having only so feeble an obstacle to surmount; “none whatever; on the contrary…”
“What,” retorted she, blushing and looking down; “and if I should become with child?” The objection strangely surprised me. I little thought Susan so learned, and I own that it was not in my power to answer her satisfactorily.
“How, with child?” said I; “and is it by that means that women are with child, Susan?”
“No doubt,” replied she, with an air of certainty which alarmed me.
“And where did you learn that?” said I, for I saw that it was her turn to instruct me. She answered that she was ready to tell me, on condition that I should never speak of it to any one.
“I think you have discretion, Silas, but if ever you should open your mouth on this subject, I shall hate you to my dying day.” I swore that I never would. “Let us sit down here,” she continued, pointing to a turf seat, the only convenience of which was that we could talk without being overheard. I should have preferred the alley where we should be both out of sight and hearing, and I again proposed it, but she would not go.
We then went to the seat, to my sorrow; and to increase my misery I saw Ambrose coming.
All hope for this time having fled, I took my resolution accordingly; and my curiosity to hear what Susan had to say somewhat diminished my chagrin.
Before she began, Susan exacted fresh assurances on my part, which I gave. She hesitated, and durst not yet commence, but I so closely pressed her that she at last proceeded.
“That is enough, Silas, I believe you,” said she; “listen, and you will be astonished at my knowledge I assure you. You thought of teaching me something a little while ago; I am better informed than you, as you will see; but don't think that on that account I was less pleased by your conversation: we always like to hear those things spoken that flatter us.”
“Bless me! you speak like an oracle! One easily sees you have been to a convent; how that forms a girl!”
“Ah, truly,” she answered, “if I had never gone there I should be ignorant of many things I now know.”
“For heaven's sake, tell me, then; I am dying to know.”
Beauregard de Farniente
The Adventures of Father Silas
CHAPTER TWO
“Not long ago,” began Susan, “during one very dark night when fast asleep I was awakened by feeling some one naked creep into my bed; I would have cried, but the person put her hand on my mouth and said:-“Be still, I won't hurt you; do you not know Sister Agatha?”-This Sister, a short time previous, had entered on her novitiate, and was my best friend. “Jesus!” said I, “my friend, but why do you come to bed to me?”-“Because I love you,” replied she, embracing me.-“Yet, why are you naked?”-“Because it is hot and my shift is too thick. It does rain so fast, and I have heard the rumbling of the thunder; I am so frightened. Do you hear it? How loud it is! O squeeze me hard, my sweet, and pull the sheet over our heads so as not to see that horrid lightning.”-“There, that's right; my dear Susan, I am so frightened!” As I was by no means afraid of the thunder, I tried to comfort the Sister, who, in the meantime, had put her right thigh between mine, and the left under; while in this posture she rubbed herself against my right thigh, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and smacking my buttocks with her hand. After she had done this for some time, I thought I felt my thigh wetted. She gave several deep sighs, which I imagined arose from her fear of the thunder. I pitied her, but she soon resumed her natural posture; and I thought she was going to sleep and prepared to do the same, when she said:-“Are you asleep, Susan?” I answered in the negative, but said I was just about to be so.-“Will you then,” said she, “let me be frightened to death? Yes, I shall die if you go to sleep; give me your hand my little dear, do.” I let her take my hand, which she directly placed upon her slit, and told me to tickle the top of it with my finger, which I did, out of pure friendship. I expected she would tell me to leave off, yet she did not say a word, but merely opened her thighs and breathed rather quicker than usual, sometimes sighing, and wriggling her backside about. I thought she was ill, and kept my finger still: “O Susan,” she said in a broken voice, “keep on!” which I accordingly did.
“Oh!” exclaimed she, violently agitating herself, and pressing me closer-“quicker, quicker!” “Oh! oh! quick, oh! I shall die!” Just as she said that, her body stretched out, and I felt my hand all wet; finally she fetched a deep sigh, and remained motionless.
“I assure you, brother, I was astonished at this, and as I was convinced that I had procured her no little pleasure, I eagerly desired to experience a return of the favor; but I dared not say so. I again placed one hand on her slit; and with the other laid hold of hers and put it to several parts of my body, but durst not venture to conduct it to the only part where it was really wanted. The Sister, who knew very well what I wished for, was malicious enough to leave me in this embarrassment for some tune. But at last she took pity on me, and said, as she embraced me:-“You little jade, I see what you would be at;” and she immediately got upon me, and I locked her in my arms.-“Open your thighs a little,” said she. I obeyed her. She then slipped her finger into the place where mine had given her so much pleasure; and repeated the lessons herself that she had previously given me. I felt a pleasant excitement, which increased with every shove of her finger. I did the same thing for her at the same time; she had her hands joined under my buttocks, and advised me to wriggle my rump a little, according as she pushed. Oh! what charming sensations did this amusement afford, but they were only a foretaste of greater to come. The ecstasy made me insensible, I remained in a swoon in the arms of Agatha and she was in the same condition.
“After a while I came to myself again, and discovered that I was as wet as the Sister; and not knowing what caused it, I was simple enough to think it was blood; still I was anything but frightened: it was as if the prodigy I had experienced had made me mad, so eager was I to recommence. I communicated my wish to my bed-fellow; she replied that she was tired, and that I must wait a little. I was too impatient for that, so got on her as she had been on me just before. I interlaced my thighs with hers, and rubbed myself as she had done, till I fell off in a transport of delight.- “Well now, Susan,” said the Sister on seeing how much I enjoyed it, “are you sorry that I came into your bed? I'll wager that you wish me no good for having wakened you?”-“Pooh!” answered I, “you know the contrary very well. How can I requite you for such a charming night?”-“You little slut,” said she, kissing me; “I ask you for nothing. Have I not had as much pleasure as you?-Tell me, dear Susan,” she continued, “do not conceal anything; have you never before thought of what we have been amusing ourselves with?” I said that I had not. “What!” retorted she, “have you never put your finger in your little cunny?”-I asked her the meaning of that word.-“It is,” said she, “this slit where we have just been tickling each other. Do you pretend not to know that yet? At your age I was wiser than you.”-“Indeed,” I answered, “I have always abstained from that pleasure. You know Father Jerome, our confessor; he has prevented me; he makes me tremble when I go to confess; for he always asks if I never commit impurities with my companions, and he especially forbids me to do it on myself. I have always been simple enough to believe him, but I now know how to treat his prohibitions.”- “And how,” asked Agatha, “did he explain what he meant by impurities?”-“He said it was to put your finger you know where, or to look at one's thighs or bubbies. And he asked me if I do not make use of a glass to examine other things as well as my face, and a thousand such like questions.”-“Ah! the old rascal,” cried Agatha.-“You make me,” said I to the Sister, “remember how he acts while I am at his confessional, and I have foolishly thought he was showing his friendship for me. An old villain! I now know his motive.”-“What does he do?” asked the Sister.- “Oh! he kisses my mouth, and tells me to come nearer that he may hear better; he stares at my bosom while I am speaking, lays his hand on it, tells me I must not let it be seen, for that is coquettish; but notwithstanding his sermons, he does not withdraw his hand, but pushes it further and further. When he takes it away, it is to put it under his gown, which I perceive to move up and down. He then squeezes me between his knees, holding me with his left arm; he sighs, his eyes stare, and he kisses me harder than common; his words are incoherent, and he chides and praises me at the same time.”
“I remember very well that one day, when he drew his hand from beneath his gown to give me absolution, he covered my bosom with something warm. I wiped it off directly with my handkerchief. The Father was stupefied, and said it was the sweat which ran off his fingers. What think you of it, my dear Agatha?”-“I will tell you presently; what an old sinner! Do you know, Susan, that just the same thing happened to me with him.”-“What,”
