Jacky S - Suburban Souls, Book I

She looked up, and talked to me very gravely and seriously.

“You see, it is all gone!”

I praised her, and she asked me timidly to be allowed to drink a little water. That I graciously permitted, and the voluptuous vestal begged me to let her suck again! She liked doing it!

It was five o'clock. We had been in the room since a quarter to three. I was dead beat, and I had not yet packed up my things for my departure the next day. We kissed and said good bye effusively.

She showed great jealousy, and tried to get me to talk about other women, probably to hear about my mistress. She would not believe I was going alone to Lamalou. She told me that she would write to me every day to prevent me forgetting her. I was not to have any love-affair with a woman, but she allowed me a night with a female now and again, as she was sure I needed it. She did not care how many different women I had, but would brook no rival. She could not receive any answers to her letters at her house, as the postmark would betray her. So I arranged to reply under initials to the post-office, rue de Strasbourg, next to the Gare de l'Est. She was not allowed to go to Paris alone without valid reasons, but often unaware her people sent her up to fetch something, but she had to return by the next train. On those occasions she could go to the post-office. She did not care much about the accommodation of the rue de Leipzig. The little minx would have liked me to take a place of my own, where she could keep a peignoir, etc.

She was fully dressed again, and said that when she talked to me she got quite wet. I verified the fact. Inside the big lips, which were very large and hairy, there was an astonishing amount of moisture, but as they closed so perfectly her cleft was dry outside.

I told her about French letters. She did not know what they were.

“Why don't you get some, and then you could have me entirely, without fear of getting me in the family way?”

“Why don't you… “ was a favorite expression of Lilian's, but I knew I could not rely upon it.

I made her feel outside my trousers how the knowledge that she was so wet excited me, and she wanted to get on the bed again.

I asked her if her stepfather looked like a man who might be reading The Horn Book on the sly? I told her I was certain that he was in love with her.

“Why do you think that?” she asked me, assuming a very innocent air.

“Because you are a girl who must fatally excite men's lust, and I cannot understand how he can live under the same roof with you, and not want you, especially as I know he is of a very voluptuous nature and doesn't care much for your mother.”

I watched her narrowly as I said this, but she did not turn a hair. There was no indignation, real or feigned, nor any disgust or astonishment.

“You should rub against him whenever you can, and let your cheek and hair touch his face while typewriting together, etc., and then look at his trousers and see if he is in erection. You will then know if he has the carnal desire for you that I suspect.”

“The other day,” she replied, “he came into my bedroom without knocking. I was in my chemise, doing my hair in front of the glass. He turned very red and looked so silly. He scolded me for not locking my door and I answered that he ought to have knocked.”

But she forgot about the curtained opening between the two rooms.

She mentioned that her favorite Blackamoor had contracted the habit of getting on her chair behind her back, and sniffing under her armpits. I told her to wash that part frequently.

“I do, of course, every morning!”

“Then use a strongly perfumed toilet soap. Dogs hate perfumes of any kind.”

“Mother says I must never use soap under my arms. It is very bad.”

“If you want to catch the men by the odor of women, by all means do not use soap. But the advice of your mother is what might be given to a cocotte, not to a respectable girl, and surprises me very much. But I suppose she does not know.”

And then I slipped the promised fifty francs into her hand, and put her in a fly. With many protestations of affection, she left me, quite an altered girl; loving, and all her shame gradually going from her. I thought that after a few more meetings like this one, I should have no more to teach her.

The Right Honorable Earl of Fontarcy was an old friend of mine, and our acquaintanceship was of over fifteen years standing, as far as I can recollect. He was superior to me in every way, by position, birth, wealth, and education, and I looked up to him and admired him, for he possessed all the solid qualities of the Anglo-Saxon. He was a man of few words; undemonstrative, but strictly honorable; shrewd, and farseeing. I was very proud of his friendship, and I tried to be as staunch as possible towards him. I never cared to have friends who were beneath me in social position, nor visit people of no education. If I could not go into the drawing-room of the highest in the land, I preferred to stop away, or taste the pleasures of solitude. Therefore, I felt proud and flattered that Lord Fontarcy should seek my society. When I went to England, he invited me to his mansion in London, or received me at his castle in the country, and he never passed through Paris without seeking me out. He is over sixty as I write, and is still active and energetic, masterful and born to command. He had the same unprejudiced ideas as I have, with regard to the relationships of the sexes, and, as two voluptuous men of the world, we had had some extraordinary adventures together, which, however, have no bearing on the little episode of my life that I am now narrating.

Lord Fontarcy was divorced from his wife, but he had formed a connection with a most charming lady, a distant relative of his who he eventually married. His liaison was known and winked at as is usual among the British aristocracy. When he was invited by friends to hunt or shoot, Lady Clara, as I shall call her, was always welcomed as well, and by strange hazards, their bedrooms, if they did not actually communicate, were never very far apart. And in the fashionable society papers, their names always jostled each other.

She was a very good woman, quiet, calm, and sensible; but she possessed an inward fire of passion, which did not obscure her sound judgment of men and things. She liked me and was very kind to me. I never made love to her, although I think had I desired her, Lord Fontarcy would have shut his eyes to any little escapade on her part with Jacky, but I did not wish to jeopardize our old friendship for the sake of a few moments of pleasure.

I had told my friends a few of my ideas concerning Lilian, and they were very anxious to meet her. I promised them that I would introduce her, if I could get over her prejudice, and that we would have a little orgy, when my lord and my lady, and Jacky and Lilian, should shamelessly empty together the loving cup of unrestrained lechery.

In the meantime, I asked Lady Clara to send me her opinion of Lilian, and I offer it here as a curiosity. It is not often that one woman gives her unbiased opinion of another. It must be noted that she had never seen her.

CLARA'S OPINION OF LILIAN.

“Your Lilian is really a nice girl and carefully brought up, but she does not care to give herself away too easily.

“Clara thinks that when the opportunity occurs, that if a little force is used, after gentle persuasion, that Lilian would be more pleased than offended.