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Charlotte had been older or wiser, she would not have extolled the naked
beauties of a fellow servant to her lover, for the description of the
big bum, white thighs and hairy belly bottom, the jog, jog, of the
elbow, and all the other particulars sunk deep into my mind.

We fucked more than ever, recklessly--it is a wonder we were not found
out, for one evening, it being dark, I fucked her in the forecourt,
outside our street-door; but troubles were coming.

Her father wrote to know why she had not been home at her holidays, she
got an extra holiday to go and pacify him; then we had a fright because
her courses stopped, but they came on all right again. One of my sisters
came home, and diminished our opportunities, still we managed to fuck
somehow, most of the times they were uprighters. The next holiday she
went home by coach (the only way), I met her on the return, and we
fucked up against the garden wall of our house. A month slipped away,
again we spent her holiday at the pew-opener's; no man and woman could
have liked each other more, or more enjoyed each other's bodies, without
thinking of the rest of the world. I disguised nothing from her,
she told me all she knew of herself, the liking she took for me, her
pleasure yet fear and shame when first I felt her cunt, the shock of
delight and confusion when on my twiddling it, she had spent; how she
made up her mind to run out of the house when the milkman came, the
hysterical faint when I first laid my prick between her slit and spent,
the sensation of relief when I had not done, an instinct told her I
should, in spending outside, the sort of feeling of "poor fellow, he
wants me, he may do as he likes," which she had; I told my sensations.
All these we told each other over and over again, and never tired of the
conversation; we were an innocent, reckless, randy couple.

We had satisfied our lusts in simple variety, but I, never put my
tongue in her mouth, nor do I know that I had heard of that form of
lovemaking--but more of that hereafter. I did her on her belly, and
some-thing incited me to do it to her dog fashion, but it was never
repeated; we examined as said each others appendages, but once
satisfied, having seen mine get from flaccid to stiff, the piddle
issue, the spunk squirt, she never wanted to see it again, and could
not understand my insatiable curiosity about hers. She knew I think less
than most girls of her age about the males, having never I reco