The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Dear Diary:
"Poor Charley. He tried out his newfound French kissing ability with Sally. And Sally slapped his face very hard and sent him packing. To be fair, I warned him that it would scare her. The older girls in the neighborhood are kind of advanced for there age in the first place, but Sally is only 13. Good grief, I hope she doesn't alarm her mother again and they send the police down here to arrest poor Charley. He was very contrite and very sweet about it, even though Mame was here when he arrived and so he took a terrible amount of kidding.
But that isn't the worst of it. Unfortunately, Mame and I got reminiscing about practice kissing when we were that age. That led to demonstrations and Charley may have sneaked down and caught us experimenting again. At our age, you would think we would be smarter than that, but, alas..."
And she was right. I did catch them. I could recall that day as if it were yesterday; the sun setting through the dormer window in Sally's room; the books strewn on the bed where we had been studying together for two hours; the glimpse of panties under her skirt as she sat on the bed with one leg tucked under her and the other straight out I don't know how girls sit that way anyway, but it really kept me distracted; I remember that. The shadow between her legs varied with her position, but even if I had to imagine because the shadow darkened, those pretty blue panties beckoned like, well, like I don't know what...
"Show me your panties!" I whispered.
She put her finger to her lips and rolled her eyes toward the door. Then she giggled devilishly and went to the door to listen for her mother's movements. Then standing just inside the door, she raised her skirt to the top of her thighs and curtsied with a devilish grin, her eyes boring into mine.
"More!" I urged in a whisper once again.
She shook her head and motioned to me.
I stood and looked out the window, turned away from it and unzipped my jeans. My shorts showed white through the gaping fly. My cock pushed the white flag of my y-fronts through the gap.
She looked over her shoulder, down the hallway, and raised a little more skirt, showing the tiniest bit of panty. She nodded her head indicating I had to show more before she would.
I pulled my cock free and it jutted red and hard into the cool air.
At last, she raised the skirt all the wayup and my eyes devoured the pale blue panties, lace at the legs and the waist. The cloth was taut over the scant hair patch of her mound. It seemed split in the middle where it revealed the beginning trace of her slit.
Her eyes danced with a sort of serious look as they darted between my eyes and my raging cock. It was a thrilling moment and we held our show-off positions for a minute or two. I could see that her face was flushed bright red and I was sure that mine was too. Slowly, she lowered the skirt until only her mound showed.
I groaned and begged with my eyes until she raised it one more time. She pretended extreme impatience with me, and then dropped the curtain on my dreams.
We resumed our places on the bed, me with a raging erection forcefully jammed into tight jeans, her with the elegant flouncing skirt of a reigning princess.
'Why don't we play chess, for awhile?" she asked.
"I should be going." I said half-heartedly.
"Afraid of getting beat?" she teased me, her smile beaming.
"OK, you're on."
The chess board was set up on a tiny table in her dainty room. As we sat down and she turned the board toward me to open, she whispered:
"Mom bought them for me today. Aren't they pretty?"
Knowing she was talking about her panties to make me blush, I answered. "Yes. Very." in a quiet nod.
"Nylon, not cotton!" she said rather proudly. "Here, feel." Sally grabbed my hand and pushed it under her skirt until my finger tips could feel the nylon and the elastic at her leg. I tried to move to her mound, but she pushed me away.
"If you lose a piece you have to kiss the winner? OK?" she challenged.
I nodded and moved a pawn.
Each time one of us lost a piece, we leaned across the table and exchanged a quick kiss in the middle.
We had exchanged kisses several times before I won one of her Knights. I thought it called for more than just a little kiss.
Again we leaned close. I could feel her breath. Our lips touched and I let my tongue slip out and make contact with her virginal lips.
I saw stars. I mean actual stars appeared before my eyes.
"What are you ... doing?" She demanded, her eyes wide with astonishment and consternation.
"Sorry... " I squirmed, rubbing my cheekbone where her blow had landed.
"That's ... gross!" she hissed.
I knew there was no way to discuss this with her mother downstairs ready to pounce and so I gathered up my books.
"Is everything all right up there? What was that noise?" her mother called from downstairs.
"No, we're alright. I just slammed my book. I have to be home early," I called, hoping to forestall her coming upstairs.
Luckily, I had my books pulled together before the formidable figure rounded into the room to make sure we were all right. I hurried past her with a "Good Night, Mrs. Henderson. Thanks for the cake."
"Good night, Charles, do come back." she murmured.
My face was still stinging when I got home and I gave it a good rub trying to even out any redness that might show. I hurried past Auntie Mame's car in the driveway. That could be good or bad. Maybe they would be busy and not notice me coming in; or bad -- they could both be there to inspect me.
"What happened to your face?" Auntie Mame said, a shocked look on her face.
My mom showed up from the kitchen and they both stood looking astonished at my face.
I pretended nothing happened of course.
"What? Nuthin, '" I mumbled, making a fuss with the stack of books.
"Honey, you're going to have a shiner, there. Here let me kiss it better." Mame giggled. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt the lipstick against the small knot on my cheek.
"Charley... ?" My mother now joined the examination. "Are you alright?"
She forced me into a chair so she could examine me properly. She wasn't going to be put off, I knew that.
"Oh, is it red?" I asked innocently, while trying to think.
"Is it red? I'm telling you it's red."
"Oh, we were playing chess."
"And..."
"Well ... Sally got mad when I won and she slapped me."
They waited silently, not buying it.
"Well ... OK, but no big deal! I kissed her."
They started with medium-sized grins. Those perfect mouths, wide with pearly white teeth, two red lipsticked pairs of lips and those pretty brown eyes staring me down, it was more than I could take. I could feel the crooked grin breaking out on my face.
The pretty smiles of my mom and her sister broke into face-breaking, laughing grins and they tumbled into the chair on top of me. Both of them. Giggling and tickling my ribs as their soft and lovely bodies settled onto me. I was covered with kisses and hugs from my two very best friends.
"Oh, Charley, your first slap from a girl!"
"And we were here!"
"Ohmigod. Did her mother find out?"
"I don't think so. I just came right home."
Charlllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, just how did you kiss her?" my mother said suspiciously.
I didn't have to answer.
Charley, I told you that would scare Sally!" There was pity in her voice.
Some of the older girls taught him to French the other night, Mame!"
"Ohhhh, Charley, you devil."
I let both hands drift upward until I was close to their breasts. I had found that that was one way to get them to get off my lap when I wanted them to. They got up and fell to reminiscing.
"Oh, god, Ellen, remember when we used to practice with each other? I haven't had a French kiss from you in, what twenty years?"
"More than that! And you are talking out of school! Charley isn't interested in what we did."
'Wait. Yes I am. You mean you used to practice kissing?"
Mom shrugged her shoulders and put it off as nothing, trying to shut her sister up.
"Even more, Charley!"
"More?" I really didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
"Oh, Mame, come now." Mom's face was scarlet, though, so I knew there was a story there.
"Did Sally kiss back, Charley? I mean French style?"
"No. That's when she slapped me."
"Oh, ho!" They laughed again.
"Show me how you did it honey. Maybe you did something wrong." Mame put her arms back around me and puckered up.
"Mame!" Mom protested.
Her lips were on mine before Mom could intervene. I slipped my tongue out to taste Auntie Mame's sweet lips and felt her tongue respond. The lightning struck again and my cock tingled.
She backed away with a little surprise on her face. She paused a moment rolling her eyes at my mother.
"No, ... no ... I'd say the boy has it pretty good! Did you step on her foot?" Again they laughed and hugged at my expense.
"Come on Ellen, give me one of yours. Maybe I've forgotten!" She wrapped her arms around Mom and insisted on a kiss. I saw the two smears of lipstick meet and then saw both of them adjust their heads for the right angle. I glimpsed two pink tongues touching and then fondling each other for a long moment. They were a little breathless as the moist looking lips parted.
"No, I think he does it right. I guess she is just a year away from it," my Aunt concluded.
"Your aunt is ... CRAZY!" mom laughed, and we followed Mom into the kitchen where they had been playing a game of Hearts.
"Put some ice on it, Charley, or it might be a bruise that will be hard to explain tomorrow at school. And, by the way, look at the time. You won't want to get up in the morning."
I kissed them both goodnight without the tongue, and headed upstairs. Over my shoulder, I heard them continue reminiscing.
"We were so lucky to have each other, you know that?" I heard Mame saying. "I mean really lucky."
"Yeah, everything was pretty scary when you are that age..." my mother replied.
I fell asleep trying to rub away the pain from Sally's solid right hand.
"I don't know why I like that girl" I muttered. And then the vision of Sally's pretty blue panties stretched neatly over her secret virginal little mound lulled me to sleep with a warm sense of well being in my mind. I remember thinking how soft it looked and wondering if I was ever, ever, going to be allowed to touch it.
It was 2AM when I woke. I went down the hall to the toilet and noticed that mom's room was vacant and so was the guest room. The lights seemed off downstairs so I was curious. I closed the door to the toilet quietly and relieved myself. I examined the red splotch on my cheek and decided more ice would be a good idea.
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