Jane—Ann—Mrs. Nichols—The Benson, the Egerton, and the Count—Ann, the
Nichols, and MacCallum—Aunt, Uncle, Harry, the Frankland and the De
Grandvits—Carl—The Count—The Frankland
I concluded my last volume by saying that I had taken lodgings in
Norfolk Street, Strand, for the convenience of being near King’s
College. It was at the house of a Mrs. Nichols, tall, powerfully built,
masculine, but a kind and motherly looking widow of fifty-two—an
attentive and bustling landlady, looking herself to the better cooking,
and having a plain cook, who was also a general servant, to help her
downstairs, and two nieces to do the waiting and attendance on her
lodgers upstairs. The younger was there alone when I entered the
lodgings; her elder sister had had what they called a “misfortune,” and
was then in the country until she could be unburthened of it. She was
expected back in about six weeks. Meanwhile, as the winter was not the
season, I was the only lodger, and the younger had only me to attend to;
her name was Jane; she was but a little thing, but very well made, good
bubbies and bottom, which I soon discovered were firm and hard,
projecting fully on both sides. She was fairly good looking, but with a
singular innocent manner of freedom about her that made me imagine she
had as yet had no chance of a “misfortune.” In a week we became
intimate, and after often praising her pretty face and figure, I
snatched a kiss now and then, which at first she resented with an
attractive yet innocent sort of sauciness. It was in her struggles on
these occasions that I became aware of the firm and hard bosom and
bottom.
Up to this time my flirtations were without ulterior object, but the
reality of the attractions of these hidden charms raised my lustful
passions. I gradually increased my flatteries and caresses, squeezed her
bubbies, when I sometimes drew her on my knee and was kissing her, and
as at first she resisted my drawing her to my knee, I took occasion to
lay hold of her buttocks, which I found more developed than I could have
supposed. Gradually her resistance to these little liberties ceased and
she would quietly sit on my knee and return the kiss I gave. Her dress
was a little open in front, so from feeling her bubbies outside, I
gradually got to feeling their naked beauties inside. I now thought I
could attempt greater familiarities, so one day when seated on my knee
with one arm round her waist, I pressed her to my lips, and while so
engaged, whipt my free arm up her petticoats, and before she had become
aware of the movement, had got my hand upon her mount, a very nicely
haired one. She started up to a standing position, but as I held her
close clasped round the waist she could not get away, and her new
position enabled me the easier to get my hand between her thighs and
thus to feel her charming pouting little cunt. I began attempting to
frig her clitoris, but stooping she drew her cunt away, and looking at
me with a droll innocent expression of alarm, and with a perfect
unconsciousness of the import of her words, cried,—“Oh! take care what
you are at. You don’t know how a lodger this last summer suffered for
seizing me in that way and hurting me very much. I screamed out, aunt
came up, and, do you know, he had £50 to pay for his impudence.”