from me, but
I held her too fast. "Now don't be cross. Kissing is so nice, and you
must just give me one, just one, and I'll let you go," overcoming her
slight resistance and smothering that crimson face with kisses. "Now
do, or I shall go on kissing you, dear, it's more than I can help. You
are so nice."

"Well then, only a little one," she lisped, just touching my cheek with
her lips.

"Ah, no, that isn't a good one. Why I could kiss you all over, if you
had no clothes on," as one of my hands was slipped inside the bosom of
her dress, having slyly unfastened one or two hooks.

"No, no? You shan't, Mr. Percy. What should I do if Phoebe was to come
in?"

"But she will be two hours yet, you little goose; how can a kiss or a
touch hurt you?"

Her lips met mine, and I took a long, luscious kiss, almost sucking her
breath away, and my hand was in possession of one of the small firm
globes of her bosom, still more increasing her confusion, as I rubbed
and played with the rosy nipples and moved my hand from one to the
other little strawberry tips. This could not go on in a standing
posture, so I pushed her against the edge of the bed--kissing and
groping till she seemed quite oblivious of what was happening to her,
laying back on the coverlet in a dazed kind of state--and, devil that I
was, it took no time to part her beautiful legs, which I found
protected by prettily frilled drawers, which still hid the charms of
her person from my groping fingers. I wanted to look, but was afraid to
withdraw my kissing from her lips, for fear she might recover herself
and resist my encroachments below.

My ardent prick stood like a bar of ivory, impatient for a breach to be
opened for his advance to the assault of her tender virginity.
Nervously my fingers pulled at the impeding linen, till they found a
small opening and could touch the downy furniture of her mount, and
finding the entrance to Love's Palace of Pleasure, slowly parted the
velvety lips of her maiden slit. Then gently tickling the sensitive
clitty, that source of every girl's delight, made her sigh out: "Ah,
oh! how nice, Mr. Percy! don't hurt me, will you--there's a dear!" as
her bum squirmed under the novel sensations my touches had roused and
the warmth of her kisses now plainly gave her away.

Writing this, as I do after many years of varied experiences, I may
remark that mere verbal appeals to any girl's sensibility have very
little influence in inducing them