I must confess, my dear Marie, that both Helen and I were worked up to a considerable pitch of excitement by the scene narrated in my last letter, and we agreed to follow the lovers and by mixing with the Sunday-school children try to find out who they were without risk of detection.
I was to keep near to Ethel while Helen followed Charlie, and we arranged to meet afterwards at my bathing creek and report to each other the result of our investigations. As innocently as two lambs we walked down to the shore, and as the lovers had now gone off in different directions I had no difficulty among so many other children in keeping near to Ethel, and in noticing again her grace and beauty, and that everyone spoke to her with a degree of respect that shewed her position was above that of the majority of those present.
Soon she came to where a very stately lady was sitting in a folding chair, and going straight up to her, said: “Mamma, I want to tell you something.” “Well dear,” her mother answered, “what is it. You and Charlie seem to have had quite a long walk together.”
“We have, Mamma, and he has asked me to be his wife.” “Oh Ethel, I am so glad! Did you accept him dear?” “Yes, Mamma. I am afraid that I did.” “Afraid, my love? Why, you could not have done better if you love him. He has been very fond of yon for a long time, as every one could see but yourself. He is a thoroughly good fellow, and the Earl, seeing how things were going, has told me that he will make no objection to his son marrying you. Besides this, Ethel, Charlie is a rich man now, and will, as the second son, inherit all his mother's estates.” Then for a time I was prevented from hearing any more of the conversation. So I began to play with some of the children, and when a favourable opportunity arrived, I pointed Ethel out to one of the little girls and asked who she was. “Oh don't you know that?” was the reply to my question. “Why, she's the daughter of the bishop.” So it was an Earl's son and a Bishop's daughter who had been tasting the first pleasures of each other's love in the recesses of my cave! Ah! Marie, it is a naughty world!
Having learnt this much I wandered away to where Ethel was standing, and soon a very pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen, who I could see at a glance was her younger sister, ran up to her and said: “Why Ethel, where in the world have you and Charlie been all this time? And you somehow look a little different, and see, Ethel, that middle button of your blouse is not fastened.” Ethel blushed and at once fastened the button and then said: “Well, Hilda, I suppose those sharp eyes of yours will find out anything. Charlie has asked me to be his wife.” “And what then?” said Hilda, as Ethel paused.
“Well, we had a long walk under the cliffs, and Charlie discovered a little cave which he wanted to explore, and as I thought it might be dangerous, I tried to prevent him doing so, but he would go in. I could not stop him you know – and then – Oh! Hilda, I cannot go on talking just now!” “And did it hurt the little cave very much, Ethel?” “Hilda! Oh, you naughty child!” “Never mind, Ethel, you are a lucky girl. A captain in the guards and eight thousand a year and more coming. I wish I had been you – I mean,” she added getting very red, “I wish I were you now. The wedding won't be delayed, I hope?” “If you tease me like that, Hilda,” Ethel replied, “I shall pinch, or stick a pin into you.” “No don't do that, Ethel, at least don't carry out the latter threat. I am too young, you know, and you must have had enough of it yourself already this afternoon. But I hope the wedding will not have to be hurried on unduly?” Ethel took her sister by the shoulders and shook her in a soft and a kitten-like way, then kissing her forehead said: “You learn more at school than is supposed to be taught there, Hilda, but why on earth should you think that I am in any hurry to marry?” “Well, Ethel dear,” Hilda replied very gravely and demurely, “you have always said that I had sharp eyes, and I notice that your hair is rather more tumbled than is strictly necessary after a walk – even with a lover -; then your skirt is made of very soft cloth and it is now a little creased in front; and thirdly, Ethel, the middle button of your blouse was, as you know, unfastened, and from this, I gather,” and the merry sparkle came back to her eyes again, “and from this I gather, my dear Ethel, that if the wedding does not take place as soon as possible it will be neither Charlie's fault nor your own.” During this speech, Ethel's eyes had filled with tears, and the corner of her mouth shewed that she was almost crying, but Hilda saw at once that she had gone too far, and seizing her sister's hands she said: “Darling Ethel, forgive me. I only meant it in fun. Come away dear, and don't cry. Oh! I was a brute to tease you so!” And the two sisters walked away with their arms around each other's waists, and I could see that the quiet, happy, expression had come back to Ethel's face again. When I arrived at the creek, Helen was there waiting for me, but she had little to tell. Charlie had gone straight to the Bishop. She could not hear what passed between them, but they seemed very cordial, and the Bishop shook Charlie's hand once or twice as if in the act of congratulating him.
Then I told Helen all that I had heard. The sequel to this love story is soon told, Marie. I was greatly interested in the lovers and searched the columns of the Morning Post every day to find the announcement of their engagement, and about a week later, I saw that the marriage had been arranged “between the Hon: Charles… second son of the Earl of… and Ethel, eldest daughter of the Bishop of… and that it was expected, that the wedding, which would be in St. George's Hanover square, would take place in about a month, as the “military duties” of the bridegroom, rendered it impossible to postpone it to a later date. Then when the time came, there was a description of a grand wedding, at which Royalty was present, and about eight months later, Ethel's boy was born. Helen said that Ethel inherited her shapely legs, – which we had seen to such advantage in the cave – from her father, for all Bishops must have good legs or in the costume they wear they would be a disgrace to the church. Thus Charlie and Ethel passed out of my life; and I must now return to the creek where Helen and I were talking over the exciting events of the day.
After we had discussed and recalled every detail of the scene in the cave again and again, and in doing so had raised our childish passions to a considerable pitch of excitement, we agreed that it was time to go home, so strolled across the sand hills towards my aunt's house. We had not gone far, and were at one of the most lonely parts of the coast, when I saw coming to meet us a gentleman who was evidently a stranger, for neither of us had ever seen him before.
After the first scene mentioned in my last letter, Helen and I had not put on our drawers again, but had hidden them in a bush of gorse and intended getting them on our way home. Our dresses were old ones and had been a good deal soiled owing to the haste with which we had climbed down the passage to the cave, and again ascended; so we might easily have been taken for children of the village. We were, however, two pretty little girls, at least I know Helen was, and as the gentleman came towards us he seemed to think so too, for he stared at us very hard, and then putting his hand down to the front of his trousers he moved it in such a way that I think he meant us to notice the action. My passions were already pretty high, and I felt ripe for an adventure, so as he smiled at me in passing I did the same, and then looked back at him over my shoulder. When he saw this he stopped and said, “By the way can you tell me how far it is to… “and he mentioned the name of a village a few miles away. “I am a stranger here,” he added. To Helen's astonishment I replied: “No sir, I do not know. We are strangers too, and have only come for the day; we are just going to have tea, and then leave for home by the seven o'clock train.” As Helen had remained at the place where I had turned back to speak to the gentleman, she was now a little distance away and he addressed me alone in the manner I half-hoped, half-feared. “Do you know that you are a very pretty little maid?” he said, “and if I was to give you and your little friend there each five shillings, do you think you would let me do something that I wish very much?” “I cannot tell. What is it you wish to do sir?”
I replied. “Well, little maid, I want to feel you,” he said. “Oh sir I don't understand,” I answered as innocently as I could. Then he told me that he wished to put his hand between Helen's legs and mine, and as it was such a quiet place no one would see us. It would not take long, and we should each of us have five shillings to buy sweets.
I told him that I did not know whether Helen would do it, but I would ask her. Then I ran back and told her to refuse, but as soon as I had gone with the gentleman to creep up and look over the sand bank, and she would there see all that we were doing. On returning I said that Helen was very cross at the idea of such a thing, but as I wanted some money very much I would go and do as he wished. Then I led him just over the edge of the sloping ground where he sat down and told me to stand over him, putting the leg on each side. This I did and while his left hand held one of my legs, his right was soon playing about my slit. Being ready for such caresses, I began to enjoy his gentle touch at once and he must have known this for drawing me beside him, he lifted my clothes so high that he could see as well as feel me all over, from my waist downwards, and after unbuttoning his trousers, he clasped my hand round his very large and stiff prick.
I was far too much excited to pretend innocent reluctance any longer, so while he continued to give me so much pleasure I gently held and rubbed his cock. A minute later and all was over, and I wiped my dripping hand upon the grass. Then taking me in his arms and kissing me, he got up to go and at that instant became aware that Helen, crouching behind a gorse bush, had been watching the whole scene. He at once sprang towards her, but Helen was too quick for him and had she not tripped up and fallen she would surely have escaped. As it was, he was soon beside her, and putting his arm under her clothes so that his hand held her naked limbs he carried her back to where I was standing. “Now,” he said laughing, “I will show you what little girls get who look at other people's pleasures, without taking a part in them.” And with his strong arms he laid her across his knees as he sat down. Then he pulled Helen's clothes up till they were nearly over her head and holding her tight round her naked waist with his left arm, he proceeded to feel her all over even more thoroughly than he had done me. She was of course lying face downwards, and after he had stroked the fat cheeks of her bottom he gave her two or three playful smacks which were sharp enough, however, to make her cry with pain, and her delicate flesh quiver as the blood rushed to the surface, leaving red marks where his hand had struck her. I feared that he was really vexed with her and was about to whip her very severely, for I had been told how cruel some men like to be with children who refuse to gratify their passions. But this was not the case now, and when Helen cried he did not strike her again, but wetting his middle finger in his mouth gently pressed it well up her hole, I mean that hole which boys as well as girls often place at the disposal of the throbbing prick. It was an action which I knew Helen enjoyed above all things and by her movements it was not difficult to see that her childish feelings were being delightfully tickled, so I knelt down and touched the lips of her slit with my fingers first, and then with the point of my tongue, and thus completed the pleasure which our “gentleman friend” had begun.
When he withdrew his finger, Helen was soon on her feet again and having received the five shillings which he offered her we hurried off on our way home. When we arrived it was after seven o'clock and we had just time to run upstairs and dress for my aunt's dinner which was always my supper. It had been arranged that Helen should stay with me that night and her evening dress had been sent from her own home. So we were soon ready and joined my aunt in the drawing room as the gong sounded for dinner. At nine o'clock we children were sent to bed, and as Helen and I slept together we played at a game well known to pretty little girls, and which is called “husband and wife” making and finally submitting to the most criminal assaults in each other's virtue; but we were both tired after the exciting events of the day and soon fell fast asleep. And now, Marie, once more adieu. I am your own, Phyllis. One day when I cycled with Annie A pretty young maiden from school I'm afraid that I punctured her fanny While she played with the end of my tool. When I spent, she exclaimed “What a scandal”
“To puncture a girl of fourteen, “I must pump myself up with a candle “When ever I ride my machine.”