n now freely on her legs, her bum, and her cunt, she ceased to notice
it, beyond saying she hated such talk, and at length she smiled in spite
of herself. Our kissing grew more fervid, she resisted improper action
of my hand, but we used to stand with our lips close together for
minutes at a time, when we got the chance, I holding her to me as close
as wax. One day cook was upstairs, mother in her bed-room, I pushed
Charlotte up against the wall in the kitchen, and pulled up her clothes,
scarcely with resistance; just then my mother rang, I skipped up into
the garden, and got into the parlour that way, soon heard my mother
calling to me to fetch water, Charlotte was in hysterics at the foot
of the stairs--after that, she frequently had hysterics, till a certain
event occurred.

My chances were chiefly on Saturdays, a day I did not go to college;
soon I was to cease going there, and was to prepare for the army.

I came home one day, when I knew Charlotte would be alone--the cook was
upstairs--I got her on to the sofa in the garden parlour, knelt and
put my hands between her thighs, with less resistance than before, she
struggled slightly but made no noise. She kissed me as she asked me to
take away my hand; I could move it more easily on her quim, which I did
not fail to do; she was wonderfully quiet. Suddenly I became conscious
that she was looking me full in the face, with a peculiar expression,
her eyes very wide open, then shutting them. "Oho--oho," she said with
a prolonged sigh, "do--oh take away--oh--your hand, Walter dear,--oh I
shall be ill,--oho,--oho," then her head dropped down over my shoulder
as I knelt in front of her; at the same moment, her thighs seemed to
open slightly, then shut, then with a quivering, shuddering motion, as
it then seemed to me, and then she was quite quiet.

I pushed my hand further in, or rather on, for although I thought I had
it up the cunt, I really was only between the lips--I know that now.
With a sudden start she rose up, pushed me off, snatched up Tom from the
floor, and rushed upstairs. My fingers were quite wet. For two or three
days afterwards, she avoided my eyes and looked bashful, I could not
make it out, and it was only months afterwards, that I knew, that the
movement of my fingers on her clitoris had made her spend. Without
knowing indeed then that such a thing was possible, I had frigged her.

Although for about three months, I had been thus deliciously amusing
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