Anonymous - Pauline

Of course, every girl suffers more or less after a night such as I had had, and I was no exception. I was happy in the fact that I had lost my useless maidenhead, however, and for the first time in my life, I realized what it meant to be without one's love. I agonized when I remembered that I had allowed him to leave without his breakfast, and I promised myself that I should never be so unthinking again.

Lying there against my pillow, thinking of all the delightful things that had happened to me the previous night and that morning, I became frightened. I recalled how Vera had told me of her few nights of love, and how she had became pregnant as a result of it. And then I brightened. Why worry about it? Besides, it was worth it! What I had done, I did for love. If I was with child, it would be a baby of love. I dismissed it from my mind; the damage-if any-was already done, and I had almost a full month to go before I would know the outcome.

Then I got to wondering about my maid. I wondered if she had discovered that I had entertained a man all night, and that he had slept with me. My thoughts were interrupted when she entered my room. In her hand, she held the bloody towel, that same towel with which Paul had removed the traces of my maidenhead, now gone forever. She seemed frightened, but I explained it away by telling her that I had had a slight accident.

After breakfast, I played the piano. I wasn't very much of a pianist; I played only for my own amusement as I sang. I tried out a piece I had been having some trouble with and found that I now had not the slightest difficulty reaching the unusually high notes.

I wondered if my ability to reach these notes was due in some way to my recent experience with Paul? I recalled what my housekeeper had told me about having a lover whose cock I could suck! Could there be a connection? If so, could there possibly be a reaction so soon? I promised myself that I would ask Paul about it as soon as he returned! If this was true, I would acquire one of the most famed voices on earth, because I intended to reward myself with activities like those I had enjoyed last night often. I adored it! I had thought that kissing a girl's cunt until she spilled her love-dew into my mouth was the height of delight, but it was as nothing compared to sucking my lover's cock and having it plumb me to my very depths!

My thoughts lent wings to my feet! I flitted about the house with an abandon which quite startled my maid! In my eagerness to do something even more startling, I dropped off my gown and danced all over the place in complete nakedness.

I saw her eyes following me, and I knew she was shocked beyond words. “Very well,” I thought, “If you are so easily shocked, then as soon as Paul returns I shall give you something to be truly shocked about!” I laughed inwardly as I pictured the expression on her face when she would see the costume I had decided to wear!

Wishing to be ready when he arrived, and hardly wanting to be disappointed in the fun I was going to have, I brought out the tiny undervest I had previously worn. As I have already said, it was the very briefest thing I had ever seen-cut low enough at the top to almost expose both my breasts, and so short that it came to but my hips in length. It was so transparent as to amount to exactly nothing as far as concealment went. It was a naughty garment, indeed. Still, it lacked something.

That was my thought, strange as it seems. I wanted to be as near naked when he arrived as it was possible to be but still wearing something! And above all, I wanted to shock this silly girl as she had never been shocked before!

He was due to arrive any minute; he had promised to have the noonday meal with me, and it lacked but a few minutes to noon. A plan of daring entered my mind! Why not make it a real naked reception? Why go about it half-way? Why, indeed?

Picking up a pair of shears, I cut the tiny garment up the front, making a gown of it, the tiny ribbons over my shoulders alone holding it on me.

Watching from my bedroom window, I saw him coming up the gravel walk! Calling to my maid to admit him, I took a final look in my glass! I heard him enter! Drawing the top of the thing well back from my titties, I quickly stepped into the room and went to Paul, my arms raised to greet him!

Even Paul gasped at the daringness I displayed, but I quickly whispered into his ear my intention to shock my silly maid, and he, great actor that he was, quickly took the hint! “You darling,” he cried, holding me off at arm's length and gazing at me. “You are a million times more beautiful than I thought! You are adorable!"

And drawing me close and slipping his arms about me beneath the garment, he hugged me close, kissing and tonguing my mouth with all the zest he could muster. All the while, my maid stood staring in awed wonder.

But Paul wasn't done yet. Falling in with my own lascivious acts, he carried it a bit further. Picking me up in his strong arms, he carried me into the living room and to the divan. Pushing me over on my back, he kissed my breasts, neck, and face like a madman. All the while from the corner of my eye, I saw the maid staring at us. I became more daring. Taking one of his hands in mine, I carried it to my cunt, patting the back of his hand as he fingered the naked lips. I threw my legs well apart and whispered into his ear.

Looking toward the door again, I noted that the chit had disappeared; the loving display had undoubtedly been too much for her sensitive nature. But our lovemaking went on until I thought I would surely lose the delightful load I had been saving for Paul.

The delightful fellow, while ardent in his attack, knew when to stop, and as we lay there cuddling each other, I told him why I had adapted such outlandish attire. How he laughed. “What you need is a more sympathetic maid,” he said. “I shall attend to it at once. I believe I know the very one for you. In fact, she's so good she can be both maid and housekeeper for you."

Rising from the divan, he called the housekeeper and the maid. “Here,” he said, handing each some money. “This will carry you over until you find new positions. You may pack your things at once."

Though I felt sorry for them, I believe they were glad to go. The maid looked especially relieved; such carrying-on as she had she witnessed that day proved too much for her puritanical nature.

He kissed me and promised to return in an hour, and after he had departed, I bid the two servants adieu. I stretched out upon the divan to await my lover's return, and I couldn't help but think how happy I was. A position in the world of Art, a splendid income from which I could prepare for the future, a splendid cottage to live in, and above all, a lover! Strong, handsome, young and animate, and armed with the most noble prick with which to fuck me!

Paul found me radiant, indeed, when he returned, informing me that he had engaged the services of a charming maid and that she would report to me the following day.

"Oh, Paul, you darling,” I cried, pulling him down beside me. “I love you so, I never want you to leave me again!"

"And I love you, too, dear,” he answered, kissing me again and again, “and I feel that I never want to leave you again-even to sleep!"

There was plenty more said that afternoon, and it all ended by him taking up residence there with me. Then I told him of my conversation with the woman who had acted as housekeeper, and how she hinted at the necessity of my having a lover, one whom I could gamahuche (I used that expression to him, then), and the great good I would derive from it. “Is that so?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

"I'm afraid it is,” he answered, smiling. “At first I didn't want you to do that to me-"

"Why?” I interrupted.

"Well,” he hesitated, looking off toward the window, “I realized, dear, that it was a dangerous thing for you to do, and…"