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They began to make preparations, and then Jesse announced “No! I’m not going!”
Marie: “But why Jesse? Surely you don’t want to stay here? It isn’t much better than where we started” She meant the town when they both nearly ended up as whores
“You know why. Cavendish promised! I’m fourteen and still he’s refusing me. It’s not fair!” At one and the same time she was acting like a child refused a particular treat and demanding to be treated like a full-grown woman. “I’m not leaving!”
Mary joined the conversation “Jesse, he likes you, he just doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants to –”
“I know all that! I know! But I’m a woman ... and you’re pregnant with his child and mama has had him many ways I know and I’m still a VIRGIN!” She was getting distraught and shouting.
“My dear, we were just trying to look after you! Oh! Do not distress yourself. Let me talk to Cavendish. Please” Marie put her arm around her daughter and the two older women continued to talk to the girl until she calmed herself.
Later that day Marie caught him alone.
“Cavendish, a word in private if you please”
“Why, this must be important Marie, whatever can it be?”
“Jesse”
“Ah, I think I perceive the problem”
“I think you should. You promised her ... something” someone was walking passed and she used a neutral word “and have not fulfilled that promise”
“I know. She seems so young.”
“She is older than me when I married, in experience at least. I find myself surprised, but I am asking you now to fulfil that which you promised” Marie looked at him, she was conflicted. She was asking a man to take her fourteen year old unmarried virginal daughter’s maidenhood. In Boston such an act would be so far beyond the pale that it was, literally, unthinkable to many in her class. She had come a long way in her life; and actually she was rather pleased to have done so. There had been great problems along the way, and she could not see the future so had no idea whether things would work for the better, but it had been exciting. In Boston she would have become some old man’s wife and the high spot of the week would have been visiting some equally bored wife – here she was a little unfair on the middle-class life of Boston which contained quite a good share of young wives getting sexual satisfaction in extra-marital liaisons, but then she was not to know that.
“Will that be acceptable? Marie!?”
“I apologise, I was in a reverie. We have had quite some excitement together have we not?”
“Oh yes. And I hope the adventure is not complete yet
I was saying that I would see if your daughter wishes to meet tonight”
“Thank you Cavendish; you will ... be kind ... won’t you?
Yes, yes of course you will.” Their encounter last night had been energetic, exhillerating, and had involved an interesting use for a hairbrush and a feather duster. She was still sore, and finding small feathers in her pubic hair. Cavendish bowed, for all the world like a southern gentleman; for he had acquired this persona in California as suiting his new role as protector of three females and substantial wealth.
That night, Jesse was conducted to his door by her mother and Mary; she was nervous now the time had come. Mary offered to take the role herself “No thank you! I’ve waited for two years, amid you two having all sorts of fun, I want to find that myself”
The door opened and Cavendish, in a velvet smoking jacket bought especially for tonight, took her hand, drew her in and closed the door with a smile. His body had wanted this girl, blooming into womenhood, for as long as she had wanted to give herself; but his mind had made him wait. Now they were at one and he could satisfy his lust for her young body, and she could satisfy hers. There was no doubt that he was expected to deliver as much as he took.
They started with the normal nervous fumbling of a couple of new lovers, she kissed him and marvelled how smooth his cheeks were. He had been to a particular barber in the afternoon to be sure of removing all the stubble. “So you will not find me rough down below” he said. She misunderstood for a moment and thought the barber had shaved him there as well, which made them both laugh at the idea. Later he wondered about the ladies, might they not be returned to the appearance of childlike smooth purity by the use of a razor on that curly hair?
“Mama has said I may not find the first night pleasant. I beg you, do not be too kind.
When you saved me from that monster, who would have used and abused my young body horribly I am sure, I gave you myself in my mind. I wish to deliver that promise in fact. I have years to discover the clear pleasure mother and Mary achieve from fucking”
“Nicely put, except perhaps the last word, you might want to use something like conjugating in polite society”
“You have not been listening, Cavendish. I do not wish you to be polite” She smiled and unbuttoned the front of her dress to reveal her underlying bodice. Despite having seen her oftentimes entirely naked, he was aware that, this time, he was being shown a sexual being and felt himself responding. He reached across and unlaced the bodice and opened it to reveal her still small breasts. He was now at full erection under his clothes. He decided he would rather be ready for action first so he stopped fondling her and took off his own clothes; only stopping briefly to tell her not to undress.
“I want to unwrap you myself”
She looked at his naked body, and especially his prick. Now it was time, she wondered how she would accommodate such a thing inside her. Even now she knew she could just say “no” and he would stop; but she had set herself on this route and she would go through with it.
He knelt in front of her now, naked from the shoulders to the waist. “Cup your lovely breasts, and stroke them” his hands slipped up under her skirt and removed all her bloomers – it had taken some persuasion for her to wear them in the city, they felt restricting even though they left her slit free. These bloomers encased each leg as separate tubes of material, tied at the top. Planning ahead, her mother had made sure the knots were simple bows to be easily removed rather than the usual knot to prevent slippage.
Her naked skin shivered slightly at the feel of his fingers on her upper thighs. And then she was feeling his fingers in the middle, gently but insistently stroking her light downy mons venus, she was pleased so far. This was as good as ever it had been in the shack. A small incursion into her slit and on into her vagina confirmed that she was surprisingly intact, at least enough that there would be some pain when he entered. He apologised for this, though he was excited at the prospect of having to push his way in past this small impediment. So was she. She wanted that virginal pain of first sex. She wanted to know she was giving him something that cost her to give.
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