Jacky S - Suburban Souls, Book II

Before giving way to me, she told me that she had already been seduced and abandoned by her lover. Her parents had got to know all about this intrigue, and although they let her live at home with them, they made her life very unhappy, reminding her daily of her fall, and she was naturally never allowed out after dinner. She was exceedingly well educated, and spoke English, French, German, and Spanish, writing all the four languages without faults. She could play the piano and seemed domesticated. Trixie spoke vaguely about giving lessons to earn a little, albeit she confessed to not being in want of money.

She was not of a mercenary disposition and soon got to be very fond of me. Being of a passionate nature, she was delighted to fall across a man who was not jealous, and who taught her, or thought he taught her, a few new tricks and turns of vice. She dubbed me her “professor,” and in truth she was an apt pupil in my hands.

Trixie was fond of her own sex, and frequently asked me to introduce her to some nice girl, promising me that I should join in the fun. We made up our minds we would try all sorts of strange games together, and taste of all the fruit that the orchard of passion could possibly contain.

I had not known her a month, and none of our projects of lust had as yet been put into practice, when one morning, the Ruy Blas contained an advertisement, stating that a young couple desired to meet with a lady and gentleman with a view to friendly intercourse.

I showed this to Trixie and asked if I should answer it. She demurred at first, but finally consented, and I entered into correspondence with a person who turned out to be a tall, handsome gentleman of about thirty years of age.

He came to a meeting that I gave him on the terrace of the Tuileries, and I saw he was perfectly sincere and acting as I was, without any base motive. He told me that he was married, and had taught his wife that the heart and the senses were two distinct things. He was far from being jealous and left her entire liberty, although he preferred that when she took a lover, she should do all with him and without concealment.

The idea of a partie carrée pleased him greatly, as I told him we were both perfectly free to keep our names to ourselves. I had no curiosity, and wanted nothing but pleasure.

I let him know at once that I was not married, but that I had a little mistress, named Trixie, whose story I told him, and it was agreed between us that the two ladies should meet. If they liked each other, as we two men did, we would arrange to dine or lunch together and change partners, besides letting our companions enjoy themselves in Lesbian fashion, as he confessed that his wife was not averse to playing the part generally ascribed to the poetess Sappho. This, I knew, would suit Trixie.

We arranged to tell our ladies of the result of our interview and I said it would be best for us all to meet on the terrace, and as soon as I could see Trixie, who could only come out in the afternoon, I would let him know.

The next time I enjoyed my new sweetheart, I told the story to her and drew a highly colored sketch of the cultured young married man I had met, but she did not seem enthusiastic. I was myself very hot on the scent of this honest rake's wife, as he had offered her to me in exchange for my Trixie, and no doubt he felt the same towards me.

At last, my lustful little woman promised to come to the Tuileries at three o'clock on a certain day, and after the exchange of a few notes and telegrams with the young husband, an appointment was made by me and accepted by Trixie, who was to meet her “Professor” in the public garden, where she and I would await the coming of the advertising couple, when the two men would introduce their brace of beauties to each other.

I was punctual, but Trixie did not turn up, which annoyed me not a little, as I thought that if the young fellow appeared with his spouse and found me alone, he might reasonably suppose that no Trixie existed and that I had invented my story with the sole object of getting to see his wife.

While fretting and fuming up and down the terrace, my new friend made his appearance and he too was alone.

I told him at once that Trixie had not come, in spite of her promise, and that I was very vexed. He replied that his wife had been taken ill just before getting dressed to go out with him, and had gone to bed, refusing to accompany him that afternoon to meet Trixie and myself, although he had told her everything, described me to her, and had extorted from his wife a promise to go on with the adventure.

I begged him to excuse me, and I could only say it was not my fault. Trixie had promised, too, and Trixie had not come to me.

We adjourned to a café and he once more expounded his free-love doctrines. It suited me admirably to agree with him. I promised to let him know directly I heard from Trixie, as I did not possess her real address, but only wrote to her at a post-office, as I was doing with him, and he with me.

A few days later, I was called to London, and wrote to the disappointed gentleman that he should hear from me on my return. I dropped a line to Trixie, too, giving an address where a friend would receive the answer for me, informing her that I had not met the young wife I ought to have seen, and I scolded her slightly for not having kept the important appointment.

I had not been a week in the British capital before I received a long letter from Trixie in reply, covering about eight sides of notepaper. She seemed to be in dire trouble lest I forgot her, or would be eventually disgusted with her, after what she considered it was her duty to write to me.

My Trixie and the free-love gentleman's wife was one and the same person!

He had drawn up the advertisement and put it in the paper, without consulting her, as she was in the habit of obeying his strangest behests.

When my letter arrived, she knew the writing, but kept her own counsel and let everything go on until the day came for the meeting of the two men and the two (!) women, and then she got out of it at the last minute, exactly as her husband had told me.

She concluded with a piteous appeal to her “Professor,” not to abandon her, and added that if now, knowing all, I cared to see her naked in the arms of her husband, she would try and do it for me.

I had nothing to be offended about, and had I felt sore at her little trick, her frank avowal would have disarmed me entirely.

On my return to Paris. we met again and I tranquilized her. I informed her that I had no curiosity, nor any wish to see, or know her husband, and I was perfectly content to enjoy her, in any way she liked.

She was delighted at what she called my generous magnanimity and we became fast friends, as well as eager lovers.

Anything I wanted, she said she would always try to do for me, and would even consent to introduce me to her husband officially, but she plainly showed that she would not care for him to enjoy her in my presence. She would go with delight from my arms to those of any man I chose, but not her husband, unless I desired it, and would be resigned to any sacrifice of her body or her affections, sooner than lose me.

The idea of witnessing her conjugal copulation was not a tempting one for me, and I put her completely at her ease, by petting the poor little woman and informing her that she could do precisely as she chose.

Trixie had married very young, and had two children, a boy and a girl, although no one would have guessed it to look at her, with her clothes on or without.

She was petite, very slightly built, with no breasts to speak of. Pretty features; fine grey eyes; beautiful mouth and good teeth; long black hair, and every other charm in proportion.

Trixie was a woman among a thousand, as she was a perfect female rake, and at the same time perfectly honest, truthful, and sincere, ready to do anything and join me in any extraordinary caprice and freak of lasciviousness, whether men or women, or both were concerned.