This lesson in “brotherly and sisterly” caresses was about to continue. Marion’s naked and wondrous legs had once again capitulated after various retreats, and mingled now with the stalwart limbs of the man. And this was only the second lesson which this expert and enthusiastic tutor had given her.
In a nervous silence, feeling as if she were going to a much graver assignation, the maiden had consented to accompany her brother-in-law for a second swim together. And she had not resisted or argued-after a brief start and hesitation-when he had led her toward the secluded nook which seemed designed for spooning.
She took some comfort in the fact that Mildred had smilingly consented to let her don a suit which she felt distinctly more proper than the one she had previously worn with Stanley. The garment-another one-piece affair, to be sure-was of cherry silk. It was much looser upon her body than the blue contrivance into which Mildred had managed almost to shove her on the day previous and hence it did not reveal so shamedly each curve and protuberance of the perfect little body of Marion. Nor did it stretch into such gauziness as to make it a mere film, as had been the case with the garment which had led to such nerve-wracking familiarities.
But already had the maiden had reason, with beating heart, to realize that this very looseness might prove a source of danger too. Not very serious danger, of course, since her reliable and loveable brother-in-law was pledged to “mere kisses,” although, as he had just carefully explained, the inevitable by-products of embraces and kisses could not be avoided.
She had been inclined to sit cross-legged upon the sand, looking solemnly at the man with gray eyes like a disturbed owl. She had resisted at first by instinct, perhaps the more because every nerve in her lovely body tingled for his arms and lips. When he had stretched upon the sand by her side, he began to draw her gently towards him.
“Stanley-Stanley, dear-be considerate, won’t you?” she had whispered a little huskily as, yielding, she was drawn to lie facing him.
“You’re all wrapped up like a mummy,” he complained disingenuously, touching her lightly here and there on the loose little garment, which left her smooth sides and chest and back, as well as legs and arms, quite uncovered.
“Don’t Stanley, I’m very nervous already,” sighed the girl, as his fingers strayed to the pit of her stomach. “You can’t, thank God, see my skin all through it, can you?”
A wee, perturbed wrinkle showed on her white brow.
“It’s horribly scanty at that. I’m very-uncovered. But Mildred said it was the most sedate one she had in all her sea shore wardrobe. She showed me one and vowed I should have one by the end of the week just like it. It was of white silk. You’ve probably seen it. She got into it to show me-hasn’t she got a lovely body, Stanley? And when she saw how sort of confused I was to see how nearly nude she looked in it and to realize that she dared appear in public in it, she stepped under the shower and then showed me the effect of water on it. My dear, she looked positively bare in the clinging, drenched thing! I really think you ought to speak to her about that suit. Has she ever worn it on the beach and into the water?”
“Two or three times,” he replied. “It’s a popular favorite in the colony. They howl for her to go back and get into it when she appears in any of her other suits.”
“And you let her?” queried Marion wonderingly.
He shrugged. “What could I do without making such a point of what, according to modern standards, is of slight importance, and then appear a spoil-sport and prude and a grumpy husband? To tell you the truth, I feel I have a right to be proud of having so lovely and so beautifully built a wife who, when her body is on view like a work of art, people gasp in admiration. To be sure, when she comes out of the water in that suit she is just the same as stark naked. She has to be-and sometimes she is-very careful how she sits. For a wee rose shows between her legs and I’ve seen men’s fingers curl and their eyes gleam when they catch sight of it. And a cute beard and pink nipples are served to the eyes of all comers.”
“Oh, heavens, Stanley, how can you say such things!” wailed the shocked Marion softly, writhing, chest to chest with him and held in his arms. “And how can you endure such things? She hasn’t had a mother or father, except for Aunt Josephine and Uncle Frank, and I guess they have been the reverse of strict. Shouldn’t you try to make her behave?”
“She behaves all right, the dear,” he remarked quietly. “Don’t you see, Maro, that it’s all a matter of social standards? This generation has decided that the prudish quibbles and fanatical reserves of a bygone time were just morbid-that they weren’t really innocent or lovely at all. So life is flavored with more of the honey of fun and frolic and of pretty things freely revealed and with less of the vinegar of prudish conventions. Oh, little sweetness, what a soft spot I’ve found to kiss!”
His warm lips were buried just beneath a pink ear. The girl sighed and stirred in his arms. And, for some fifteen minutes, the silence which reigned was broken only by such sighs and by the feverish breathing of two more and more agitated persons.
Marion quivered more and more with the surprising sensations awakened within her as her slender neck was decorated with heated yet gentle kisses. She had no desire to speak and perhaps thus break the spell, even if she could have spoken intelligibly.
Under her round little chin the warm lips snuggled, softly kissing, even tenderly licking.
“Ah,” she thought bewildered, “then the tongue may help the lips-even elsewhere than upon the mouth! It is very pleasant-shameful, I’m afraid-but, oh, God, wonderfully pleasant! It’s as if I were just a wee kitten-being licked and cleaned. Oh-and my temple-and cheeks-and forehead-how he does kiss and lick my face! I could scream, scream! Heavens, he’s licking my nose! I’m so afraid I shall cry out loud and maybe make him stop this marvelous, incredible shower of lovely caresses! Will he never take my mouth?”
Such was the frame of mind of the excited and trembling Marion, so it is hardly surprising that, as the man’s sensual lips were slowly laid upon the rosy, curving lips awaiting them, Marion gasped a trifle, tightened her bare and exquisite arms about the neck of her comrade and tutor, and performed the unmaidenly act of kissing him hotly even before his mouth had opened for that first mingling of their lips.
And the enraptured Stanley was to discover now to what an extent his pupil had profited by the first lesson in using more than just the portals of the mouth in demonstrating tender affection and luscious even if unpracticed passion.
For hardly had their yoked lips exchanged two lingering and loving kisses before a small and impatient tongue was covertly at work upon his lips, striving to part them yet more, moving with lascivious abandon between them, resentful of the barrier of the still closed teeth which prevented the exploiting of Marion’s new accomplishment.
He too was inflamed and sighing as he gave her moist, warm tongue the admittance which it mutely asked. He strove for self-mastery as he gave his tongue and the cavern of his mouth to the darting, coiling, licking caresses of the small demon which took possession thereof.
She was curved inward upon his half-circled body, nestling there in a protection and a retreat whose full measure of lascivious interchange she did not yet recognize. She was panting as their tongues writhed and played together, now in one mouth, now in the other. Her hard breasts heaved upon his wholly naked bosom-his bathing shirt was cut to the navel.
Their eyes were closed. Marion was pallid now with an agitation and a blissful palpitation of all her nerves almost too powerful for her endurance.
He compressed his lips upon the slippery tongue then slowly withdrew his mouth, allowing the girl’s red tongue to glide between his lips. Marion moaned softly as she felt her prized possession removed. Writhing against his body, conscious now in shivering ecstasy of the rampant and hard engine of his masculinity upon which her warm, soft belly was almost rolling, the thoroughly aroused child collapsed in his arms. She lay with her cheek pillowed on his bare shoulder, panting and pale from excitement.
Gently he soothed and cradled her. He slipped a muscular thigh presently between her naked legs. Sighing, and half-unconscious of his maneuver, she squeezed the hard, bare leg between her own thighs.
His soft and resuscitating kisses were quite brotherly now, even if that clasped and intruding leg of his was far from brotherly in its intent and in its effect.
Slowly the color revived in the oval smoothness of Marion’s cheeks. She opened languorous, swimming eyes. Aware suddenly, of a naked knee which had slipped upward to press upon her almost nude and throbbing crotch, she gave the brazen limb a shamed push, which it accepted as notice of eviction and moved some inches downward. “Oh, Stanley,” she sighed, cheek to cheek with him now. “Isn’t that the most wonderful way to kiss? Don’t you suppose we just gave each other the most entrancing kiss that was ever exchanged?”
“I would be willing to enter it in any osculatory competition whatever-professionals not barred,” he said with his attractive smile.
“Do you and Mildred and other people kiss just like that?” she asked faintly.
“There is precedent,” he replied gravely. “I didn’t lay claim to the discovery, you know. And as for Mildred, she loves that kind of kiss.”
“Well, it must be all right then,” she murmured comfortably. “For Mildred distinctly told me that we should kiss in any way that you wished and that I liked. She said it would give me aplomb and control. But I don’t feel very well under control just now, Stanley, except by these great arms and legs of yours. Please, please, withdraw your thigh from between mine for it makes me feel-oh-I can’t tell you just how!”