Part 1 (2/2)

At last the hour of bedtime arrived and I followed Laura to her chamber. She put the lamp on the dressing table and, kissing me affectionately, bade me undress myself quickly. We began our toilette for the night. I was undressed first, and having put on my nightgown, I sat down on the side of the bed and watched Laura disrobing herself.

After she had removed her dress and her petticoats, I could not help being struck with her resplendent charms. Her chemise had fallen off her shoulder, beautifully rounded, and two globes of alabaster reposing on a field of snow. She appeared to be entirely unaware that I was watching her, for she sat down on a chair exactly in front of me, and crossing one leg over the other, she began to remove her garters and stockings. This att.i.tude raised her chemise in front, and allowed me to have a full view of her magnificently formed limbs. I even caught sight of her voluptuous thighs. Laura caught my eye.

”What are you gazing at so earnestly?” she asked.

”I am gazing at your beauties, Laura.”

”One would think that you were my lover,” returned Laura laughingly.

”So I am, dear--for you know I love you.”

”You little witch you, you know well enough what I mean. But if you want to admire beauty, why not look in the gla.s.s, for I am not nearly as beautiful as you are, dear Kate.”

”What nonsense, Laura,” I replied, ”but come, let us get into bed.”

So saying, I jumped between the sheets and was followed almost immediately by Laura, who first, however, placed the lamp on a chair by the bedside. She clasped me in her arms and pressed me to her breast, while she kissed my lips, cheek and eyes pa.s.sionately. The warmth of her embraces and her glowing limbs entwined in mine caused a strange sensation to steal through me. My cheeks burned and I returned her kisses with an ardor that equalled her own.

”How delightful it is to be in your arms, dear Laura,” I exclaimed.

”Do you really like it?” she replied, pressing me still closer to her.

At the same time our nightdresses became disarranged, and I felt her naked thighs pressing against mine.

Laura kissed me again with even greater warmth than before, and while she was thus engaged she slipped one of her soft hands in the opening of my night-chemise, and I felt it descend on one of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. When I felt this, a trembling seized my limbs and I pressed her convulsively to my heart.

”What a voluptuous girl you are, Kate,” she said, molding my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and t.i.tillating my nipples. ”You set me on fire.”

”I never felt so happy in my life, Laura. I could live and die in your arms.”

I now carried my hand to her globes of alabaster and pressed and molded them, imitating her in all her actions. Nay, more, I turned down the bedclothes and, unb.u.t.toning her nightdress in front, I exposed those charming, snowy hillocks to my delighted gaze. The light of the lamp shone directly upon them, and I was never tired of admiring the whiteness, firmness and splendid development of those glowing semiglobes. I buried my face between them and pressed a thousand kisses on the soft velvet surface.

”Why Kate, you are a perfect volcano,” said Laura, trembling under my embraces, ”and I have been laboring under the delusion that you were an icicle.”

”I was an icicle, darling, but now I have been melted by your charms.”

”What a happy man your husband will be,” said Laura.

”Happy-why?”

”To enfold such a glorious creature as you in his embrace. If you take so much delight with one of your own s.e.x, what will you do when clasped in a man's arms?”

”You are jesting, Laura. Do you suppose for a moment that I will ever allow a man to kiss and embrace me as you do?”

”Certainly, my love--he will do a great deal more than I do.”

”More? What can you mean?”

”Is it possible, Kate, that you do not know?”

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