I saw very well that the little slut had a taste for my lessons, and that if I should again catch her gathering flowers, there would be no difficulty in preventing her from crying out. I burned with desire to put the last hand to my instructions, and to add thereto a practical illustration.
We had scarcely entered the house, when we saw Father Polycarp come in, the object of whose visit I could easily divine; and all my doubts were removed when his Reverence announced that he was come to take a family dinner with us. They thought Ambrose was far enough off, and it is true he rarely disturbed them; but women are generally pleased to be rid of their husbands, however easy they may be, those creatures being always ill-omened animals.
I had no hesitation in believing that I should have the same exhibition as the day before, and I instantly resolved to tell Susan of it. I rightly thought that such a sight would be an excellent means of advancing my own little affair with her. I however said nothing at present, but put off the trial till after dinner, not meaning to have recourse to this expedient but as a decisive maneuvre in case of extremity.
The monk and Annette were under no restraint from our presence, thinking no harm could arise from us. I saw the Father's left hand slip mysteriously under the table, and she agitated to open her thighs, to make a free passage for the fingers of the fornicating old monk.
Annette, for her part, had one hand upon the table, and the other under, most likely returning the holy Father's compliment. I was up to it; the most trifling things strike a mind already prepossessed. The reverend gentleman tippled with a good grace, and she followed his example; so that her inclinations began to be a little constrained by our presence, and she told us to go and take a turn in the garden; I understood what she wanted. We arose directly and by our departure gave them liberty to do something more than put their hands under the table. Jealous of the happiness that our absence gave them an opportunity of enjoying, I wanted to make a further attempt to get over Susan, without showing her the picture that I meant otherwise to place before her eyes. I led her towards an alley of trees, whose thick foliage produced an obscurity very well suited to my purpose. She perceived my design, and refused to follow me so far.
“Stop, Silas,” said she ingenuously, “I see that you want to talk to me again about that… very well, let us do so.”
“What, do I please you then by speaking on that subject?” She replied in the affirmative.
“You may judge, my dear Susan, from the pleasure that conversation has given you of what you would…” I said no more; but looked at her, as I pressed her hand against my heart.
“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.”
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 stilclass="underline" “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.