Robert Sermaise - The fleshly prelude

Long did we remain standing in that position, closely pressed one against the other. Therese's lips were burning hot and from time to time they trembled. Through the light material of her summer gown, I could feel the dual provocation of her breasts. My two hands slid down to her hips and I pressed her violently to my body, to appease my exacerbated desire against the warmth of her stomach. A hallucinating dizziness mounted from my loins to my brain. My willpower, under a force which was, as it were, foreign to me, but to which I felt a desire to succumb amidst the total nudity of both our bodies, began to disintegrate. But Therese thought only of my lips, without the faintest idea of how my sex, in such close contact with her, was quivering. I felt annoyed with her for not responding to my lascivious pressure against her tummy; I felt annoyed when she did not respond by some movement or other of her lips which, despite the intervening clothing, would have assuaged that pressure by a caress.

Through one of those inconsistencies so common in love, I was irritated by my wife's naivete and by that very purity which had attracted me to her.

Feeling my lips detach themselves from hers, Therese opened her eyes, — and in the timorous astonishment of her look I read the bestiality of my own features. But that was no longer the time for stupid sentimentality and foolish pity. A single idea, under the precipitate throbbing of my temples, dominated me: to put an end to the excessive erection of my sex by possessing the female who had thrown me into such a condition of rut.

Wholly unaffected by her terrified look, I raised Therese in my arms and carried her away to a corner of the vestibule where there was a pile of cushions. Overturning her on to these, I fell down by her side and slipped my hand under her petticoats. She sought to repulse me, but I overpowered her, one of my legs twined around hers and my body pressed against her breasts. And with mouth to mouth came the expression of my desire, — furiously: "I want to possess you! I want to possess you!" Already my hand, above the stocking, had reached her naked thigh. But Therese succeeded in getting away: she raised herself up with a sudden movement like that of a tracked animal and, seizing my wrist, drove her finger-nails into, my flesh desperately. We looked at each other exactly as, during the savage hours of the War, a wounded man and the brute who was about to kill him must have gazed into each other's eyes. Two tears welled m Therese's eyes, and from her lips came the supplication-"Oh! no, not that! I implore you, — not that!"

Suddenly brought to my senses, I drew her head on to my shoulder and kissed her eyes. She murmured, — "I believe that I should never have forgiven you!" Then she hid her face against my neck and I could feel her scalding tears coursing one after the other down her skin. No other noise in the house broke the silence, save that of the pendulum of a clock hammering out the seconds. I could feel that Time was flowing, materially, between my fingers: Time for ever completed on that day of my wedding, which was now irremediably spoilt. It must have been still very light out in the garden; but the vestibule, behind the closed shutters, was already dark and, like two abandoned children, we were huddled in its darkest corner. Hours passed. Therese no longer wept.

Yet her face was still hidden against my neck and from time to time, at long intervals, she sobbed.

My desire-recently so tyrannical-had completely subsided, indifferent to my wife's hand, which had involuntarily slipped between my legs. Mortally sad-as one can be after a defeat, the weight of which must be supported alone-I now realized, with bitter lucidity, the brutality of my act. And, when I called to mind my previous relations with Therese, its lamentable brutality appeared to me still more unpardonable.

For those relations, as regards a fleshly preparation, had been practically nil, — three weeks of a wholly intellectual comradeship,two years of an increasingly tender yet ever deferential correspondence, — and a fortnight's betrothal under close observation.

A fortnight during which we had done a great deal of kissing, to the extent of ravaging our lips, to the great scandal of those around us. But these kisses were only too rapid, too quickly interrupted; any slightly prolonged silence indeed gave the alarm to that sentinel on the watch in the adjoining room-Therese's grandmother. Never was the contact of our lips sufficiently long, or sufficiently profligate to enable me to dare to add a caress with my tongue and though my hands strayed to Therese's breasts, or stroked the curves of her loins, this could be done very furtively without the intimacy of a partly-unbuttoned piece of clothing. Perhaps she did not even notice the enveloping movement of those caresses, wholly occupied as she was by the only too-brief contact of our lips. The thought of our very near marriage alone helped me to accept the constraint imposed on our betrothal, and to support the suspicion which weighed on our actions.

On the other hand, we were allowed the greatest liberty as regards correspondence and conversation. The vigilant sentinel at her listening-station was unable to distinguish our words. As a matter of fact, all that she required was to hear a confused and uninterrupted sound. And so we profited by this to chatter together the livelong day and far into the night.

Our previous conversations had already revealed to me Therese's complete psychology, — a combination of intellectual maturity and juvenile spontaneity, beneath which could be glimpsed a rich potentiality of still dormant sensuality. But the more intimate conversations during our betrothal enlightened me on one point which, up to then, had remained in the shade: namely, Therese's profound innocence, — her total ignorance regarding carnal details.

This combination of maturity and ignorance will, perhaps, be regarded as paradoxical, — at the very least contradictory; yet it characterizes a type of young woman, absolutely homogeneous and more common than people think, — a type, moreover, which has nothing in common with the goose-like girl of former times.

In the case of these latter, love is reduced to a childish scale of sentimental and roguish pranks. But to Therese marriage was something else, — it was an intellectual and sentimental problem involving a fleshly aspect. She had traced the boundaries of this problem, forbidding herself to go beyond them, or enervate her mind in the process. Above all, she had been antagonistic to listening to the semi-confidences of vicious companions, who would primarily have besmirched love in her eyes. Confident that, at the chosen hour, the one she loved would know how to initiate her, totally, without subterfuges, she had retained for him the virginity of her mind, as jealously as that of her body. Contemporary literature is certainly not favourable to such a mental virginity, and Therese, already for a number of years, had gone far beyond the programme of classical works. But she took advice and instinctively avoided the reading of certain books, after the manner of those young men who, left wholly free but mindful of their sexual hygiene, know how to flee from the contamination of certain women.

Was this voluntary absence of unhealthy curiosity in Therese's case an indication of some sensual deficiency? I had no fear on that score. From the outset of our very first conversations, I had amused myself over the passion she displayed for everything which had once interested her,study and reading, music and tennis, even her dolls which she still secretly fondled, nay, even the old dog which had so long been the discreet confident of her troubles. The conclusions I had drawn from this were soon confirmed by other more symptomatic details, — the profundity of certain looks, the involuntary lasciviousness which sometimes emanated from her adorably supple body; and, during our betrothal, the rapid acceleration of her pulse under the influence of a somewhat prolonged kiss. Yet her temperament remained-like her intellectual curiosity-outside the zone of fleshly preoccupations.