Catherine
went on with her life -- she had tea with her mother that afternoon,
then read her primer, played with her dolls, walked around the yard,
and before long it was time for dinner, and then bed. And the next day
her routine continued. Her mother said she'd noticed she seemed to be
friendly with Charles and asked if everything was OK, and Catherine
assured her everything was just fine. She went to Anne's house for her
lessons some days, and went on outings with her mother in the carriage
on others.
When she had time to think things over, everything
she had experienced in her last session with Charles came back to her.
But she didn't go to see him for a week.
He passed her in the
hallway one day and squatted down to her level. With that kindness in
his eyes that she had come to love, he said, "Maybe that was too much
the other day? You can stop by any time, you know, just to talk and
whatever, same as we used to. That is, if you want. Any time. OK?"
Catherine smiled. She had hoped that was true, but looking into his
face now she knew it.
And
that afternoon she skipped down to his room and plopped in his lap,
babbling on about her day and everything that had happened. After a
while, she turned around and snuggled against him as always. When she
sat a certain way, she was aware of the stiff lump of his penis, so she
carefully adjusted herself not to press on it too much.
She went
down to have her time with Charles every day she could, and they spent
between fifteen minutes and an hour together. Each time she cuddled on
his lap, she was aware of that hard penis.
When several weeks
had passed and she felt sure she was in charge of their private play,
her curiosity about penises got the better of her again. She decided to
perform an experiment. She raced down the stairs, pushed Charles back
onto the bed and plopped herself down so her bottom was on top of his
penis lump. But the lump wasn't there at first. As she sat, she felt it
swelling up underneath her. It was as she expected.
"I've got a
question," she said, looking back over her shoulder at him. "You said
sometimes your penis is hard and sometimes it's not. But it's always
hard when I'm sitting on your lap. And just now it wasn't hard before
but got hard once I sat down. Why?"
"Oh, well, Miss Catherine. I'm sorry about that. Does it bother you?
Poke you wrong somehow?"
"No, it doesn't hurt. I'm just interested. You're supposed to help me
learn anything I need to know, right?"
"That's
right, Miss Catherine. Well, let me see. The time a penis always gets
hard is when a man knows he's going to do it to a woman. And sometimes
it gets hard when a man wants to, even if he knows she isn't going to
let him. Or even when he doesn't really want to do it, but his body
thinks it would be good." He sounded a little bit troubled. "And
sometimes just from rubbing, like you rub on it when you sit in my lap."
"But when you were showing me how it worked that other day, remember?
You were looking at me. At my body."
Charles
turned his gaze away. "Well, Miss Catherine..." He was silent and
looked uncomfortable. "It just happened," he said, but she wasn't
convinced.
"I don't believe you," she said. "And you're supposed to tell me
anything I want to know."
Charles
then said, "Well, Miss Catherine, you're way too young to be doing any
baby-making, but your body's still got all those same parts as a
woman's, so I bet in the back of my mind, in the part of me that's like
an animal, it kind of makes me think about it. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind," said Catherine happily. She had the power to make
him feel like making babies.
Charles
seemed relieved. "You are way too young to really think of that way,
but you know, Miss Catherine, I really do love it when you come to see
me. Did you know that?"
"You do?" She was pretty sure of it, but it was nice to hear him say it.
His
face was kind, as always, but there was something else to it as well.
"Yes, I like it a lot. And there are other things I feel like doing."
"Like what?"
"Well,
like this," he said. He took her right hand and brought it to his mouth
and kissed in on the back side. Then he kissed her knuckles, and then
the tip of every finger, one after the other.
"Do you mind?" he asked earnestly.
She smiled and shook her head.
"And
like this." Dropping her hand, he reached down very slowly until his
lips were against her ear, and he slowly kissed it, very gently. Since
it was right on her ear, she could hear the tiny kissing sound clearly,
and hear an excitement in his breathing. Catherine felt a little thrill
go through her.
"Did you mind that?" he whispered.
"No," said Catherine happily.
He
planted a little kiss on her neck. Then he slid his lips gently to the
side and kissed right next to it. Each kiss was very slow and
leisurely, with plenty of space between. She felt him kiss at the
border of her hair and neck.
"OK?" he said.
"I like it,"
she said. And she did. She felt well loved, cherished. Some tiny little
thing felt a little odd too, but she couldn't tell what.
He then
stopped with the kissing and gently rubbed her shoulders through her
dress, then her upper arms. Reaching between the two of them, he rubbed
next to her backbone.
She was aware of the hard lump of his penis below her bottom.
He
then removed his hands so she could settle back against his chest
again, and he slowly moved his hands over her stomach, gently caressing.
These
were all warm, pleasant feeling, but after a brief time Catherine had
had enough. She stretched and got off his lap, but sat on the bed. She
looked into his eyes, and he looked back. His face was open,
vulnerable, and his eyes a little misty.
"Goodbye, Charles," she said, and on an impulse reached in and kissed
him on the cheek with a giggle.
When
she came down the next day she gabbed a bit about all the things on her
mind, and then snuggled back into his arms as usual. After a couple
minutes, he reached down slowly with his lips towards her ear.
Catherine didn't feel like that, so she squirmed and he immediately
stopped and went back to holding her like he always had. He rocked her
a little, and she felt safe and warm once more.
The
weeks went by. Sometimes she didn't see Charles for several days at a
time, and often she just chatted with him and didn't sit on his lap at
all. Other times she sat and snuggled against him. He never tried
kissing her in those other ways again. His penis almost always got hard
underneath her, however.
Then one day the penis wasn't hard, nor the next day. "Charles, how
come your penis doesn't get hard?"
"Oh, it comes and goes, like I said."
She looked at him steadily.
"I could tell you, Miss Catherine, but maybe I'd better not, OK?"
"No, I want to know -- tell me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Catherine
felt Charles's face light up a little. "Well, like we said before,
something about being with you makes my penis all hard and puts me in
the mood for doing that thing you know."
"Putting your penis in a woman?"
"Yeah,
that's right. So it used to be that most times after you'd go, I'd do
that thing I showed you that day, and then I felt better. But when
you're sitting on my lap like that beforehand, well, for one thing it's
kind of uncomfortable to have it kind of bent all different ways in
there, inside my pants. And also, I'm sort of thinking of this thing
with one part of my mind that isn't what you want. And that's not
right, somehow. So I decided to do that thing where I make the stuff
come out before I think you might be coming down, and then I don't feel
that way when you're here, see?"
"Once you do that thing where the stuff shoots out, then you don't feel
like it?"
"No,
it's another one of nature's little tricks. Nature makes me want to put
the stuff in a woman, but once I've done that -- I mean, if I were
doing it, you know -- then I don't have any stuff until I make some
more, so I don't feel like it."
"That makes sense," said Catherine. It mostly did, but something about
it wasn't quite right either.
A
couple days later Catherine was in a very bad mood. Charles listened to
her and held her in his arms and before long Catherine felt all was
right with the world once more and she felt very grateful. As she lay
happily in Charles's arms, with no lump underneath her bottom, she felt
more alive and energetic than usual, and a little naughty.
"Charles?"
"Yes, Miss Catherine?"
"You're so very, very nice to me, you know that? I really like being
with you like this all the time. You're my best friend."
"Oh,
my goodness, Miss Catherine. I'm just a servant, you know. There's your
mother, she's your people and loves you very much and all, and then
Miss Anne is a friend too, isn't she?"
"Oh yes, but they're not
the same way. I can talk with you about anything, and you always listen
and never laugh at me. And you hold me in your arms and make me feel
all safe and warm."
"Oh, well, yes, I'm glad I can be of help to you."
"Do you like our time together?"
"Oh, yes, Catherine, very much. Though if you didn't feel like coming,
that would be fine with me too."
"Is there anything I could do to be nice to you like you're nice to me?"
"Oh, you don't need to do anything for me, Miss. Like I said, it's fun
being with you."
"But would something make it better?"
"Well, your mother pays me a good wage, if that's what you mean."
"No, it's not that. I just wondered if, you know..." She gave a big
sigh. "Never mind."
Catherine
lay against Charles's chest for a minute, a little dissatisfied. But
then he very slowly took her right hand and brought it to his lips.
Catherine didn't pull away, but smiled up over her shoulder at him. He
smiled back, and kissed her fingers one by one. She was aware of the
hard lump of his penis forming underneath her as she sat. Then he took
her finger and very slowly put it into his mouth and sucked on it.
Catherine just kept smiling.
He then repeated much of the
kissing and rubbing he'd done before, but at a faster pace. Catherine
liked the feelings, and now she knew what was different. Whenever she
sat in his lap she felt cherished. But now Charles was getting those
feelings about wanting to stick his penis in a woman. They weren't
feelings she could really understand. But now and then, she liked
letting Charles have those feelings about her. It felt more intense,
somehow, and a little naughty, and exciting to think of him feeling so
positively about her.
Just then she felt his pelvis surge upwards, pressing the hard lump of
his penis against her bottom.
"Charles?" she said.
"Yes, sweetie -- I mean, Miss Catherine?"
"Would you like to take your penis out and rub it like you did before?
I wouldn't mind."
"Are you sure, Miss Catherine?"
"Well,
if you'd like to. Not if you don't want to. It's not like a lesson
about the male body you have to give me because my mother said so."
They
both smiled at each other. "Oh, Catherine, I'd like to so much!" he
said. And within seconds she had gotten off of him and he'd pulled down
trousers and undergarment to show his big penis once more.
"You just made the stuff come out before I came?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, rubbing his hard penis.
"I thought you said when that happened you didn't want to do it for a
while."
"Not usually, but when a sweet girl is with me, and invites me to touch
her that way, well..."
Charles
rubbed away, looking happy, stealing glances at her body. She expected
the stuff to spurt out. But after a while he started looking a little
more desperate and rubbing harder.
"Is something wrong, Charles?" she asked.
"No, no... it's just that it's hard to make the stuff come out again so
soon. But you could help me, if you'd like."
"Oh, OK. What would help?"
"Oh, goodness, what am I saying? I shouldn't ask you anything like
this..."
"No, go ahead!"
"Um, would you like to rub it instead of me? I mean, only if you want."
Catherine
smiled and reached in to grasp his penis and rub it up and down like
he'd been doing. She couldn't go as fast as he could.
"Oh, that's great, honey," he said after a moment. "But I can think of
a better way."
"What?"
"I really shouldn't ask. You can say no."
"OK, what?"
"Would you, um, show me your drawers?"
"My drawers? You want to see my drawers?" she said with a smile.
Charles nodded, stroking his penis up and down.
She
wasn't supposed to show anyone her drawers ordinarily, but she was
doing lots of things with Charles she didn't ordinarily do. She started
reaching under her dress to pull them down.
"Stand up, first," said Charles.
She
stood and smoothed down her play dress, then started lifting it slowly.
She reached the top of her socks and her knees showed. She saw his eyes
riveted to the hem of her dress. "I think there are drawers up here
somewhere..." she teased.
Charles moaned.
She was
actually wearing some pretty short drawers. Some came down nearly to
her knee, but these didn't reach that far. So she raised the dress
slowly, inch by inch. She was showing a man her thighs. Then her
drawers came into view.
Charles stared, mesmerized, and rubbed up and down on his penis harder
than before.
"You want to see all of them?" she said.
Charles nodded vigorously, moaning and puffing as he rubbed away,
thrusting his hips forward over and over.
Her dress was now high enough that he could look at her tummy above the
tops of the drawers too.
"One more thing..." he said. "Could you just press against the spot
where... where you make water from?"
Catherine smiled and pressed her finger right on the spot.
"Oh, oh, oh, OH!" said Charles, his face contorted as the stuff
dribbled out of his penis and he fell back, gasping for breath.
After
letting her dress fall back into position, Catherine sat beside Charles
and looked at the dribbles. She was curious. "Can I touch it?"
Charles roused himself to see what she meant, then smiled and said,
"Oh, yes, if you'd like," as he lay back.
She
took a little of his seed in her fingers. It was goopy and didn't feel
at all like pee. She brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed, and
it was a weird, eerie smell unlike anything she'd smelled before.
"I don't think I should have done that," said Charles.
"What?"
"Asked you to show me your drawers."
"Why not?" she asked. "You've shown me a lot more than that."
"Yeah, but..." He looked at her. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
She
rubbed her hand on his chest to clean the goop off. "Bye!" she said,
leaning in and this time kissing him right on the lips, quickly but not
too quickly.
And with that she unlocked the door and tripped up the stairs with a
smile on her face.
The
next day Catherine had a cold, and she went to visit Charles for over
an hour. She felt his hard penis underneath her some of the time, but
she also knew she could ignore it. He just hugged her as she cuddled
against him, sniffling from time to time.
Then the cold got
worse and she was stuck in bed for a week. Her mother visited now and
then, the cook Mrs. Washburn brought her tea and broth, and the maid
Mrs. Dewing saw to her clothing and sheets. Charles wouldn't normally
have visited a sick girl in bed, but she asked for him. Decorum
required that he keep his visit brief and that they not touch, but she
took comfort in his warm smile.
When she felt well enough to get
out of bed, she still didn't feel very energetic. She went down to see
Charles whenever she could and lazed drowsily in his arms.
It
was a full two weeks after their last session together that Catherine
felt truly well again. Suddenly she was full of energy and mischief.
"Wanna pretend to make a baby?" she said with glee as she bolted the
door behind her.
Charles grinned, then with a more serious expression said, "Only if you
really want to."
She landed in his lap and snuggled close against him, rubbing her
bottom against the lump that rapidly hardened underneath her.
Charles
leaned over and kissed her cheek, neck and hair more tenderly but a
little more urgently than he had in the past. He then tugged gently on
her ear with his teeth.
Catherine gave a contented giggle.
He
rubbed her shoulders and sides, then wrapped his arms around her to rub
her stomach as well. "You mind if I go a little higher?" he whispered.
Catherine
didn't get what he meant at first, but as she felt his hands slowly
rising from her stomach to her chest she caught on.
"No, silly.
You can touch me there." Her chest was nothing special to her. It
hardly mattered that she might grow a bosom there some day.
But
it evidently mattered to Charles, whose hands luxuriously ran over the
fabric of her upper dress, circling and then caressing the cloth over
her tiny nipples. He started slowly thrusting his hips up and down
below her, lifting her in the air an inch each time. Meanwhile his lips
covered her neck and ear and cheek with kisses.
Catherine felt
Charles's desire, felt its animal intensity, and felt his hot dampness
enveloping her from every side. Suddenly it was too much, and it wasn't
fun.
"Stop," she said quietly, and after the briefest of hesitations Charles
pulled back and let her free.
"Sorry," he said. "What happened? Was it too much?"
Catherine saw concern and love on his face. She knew she could trust
him. She could also see frustration just below the surface.
"Why don't you take it out and look at me, like last time." she said.
"Are you sure, honey?" he said.
"Yes, I'm sure," she said with a big smile.
The sight of his stiff penis thrusting up into his hand was now a
familiar one to her.
"What do you want to see today?" she asked impishly.
"Your feet."
"My feet?"
"Yeah."
"OK." She unbuckled her shoes and pulled off one knee sock.
"Do it a little slower," said Charles, pumping away on his penis,
looking at her with hunger.
So
Catherine slowly slid the sock down, paused at her heel to wiggle her
toes, then slowly pulled it all the way off and wiggled her toes again.
"And your chest? Could you show me your chest? Oh -- if it's not too
much... Please, don't do anything you don't want."
"Why don't you take off all your clothes," said Catherine, who hadn't
seen Charles's bare chest.
"Me?"
"Yes."
"OK,"
said Charles and shrugged, soon removing his shirt and undershirt, and
socks and shoes before pulling off the trousers and undergarment that
were at his ankles. This let him spread his legs wide to the sides.
Catherine noticed the gray hair on his chest. But the center of
attention remained the stiff penis sticking right up from his middle.
Charles stroked it slowly with his hand as his hips pressed upward
occasionally.
Catherine now slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her
dress, starting at her throat and working down, doing each one with a
little flair. When she'd done four, Charles said, "Can you bend forward
and let me see down the front?"
Catherine did, letting Charles
see into the inch of crack between her chest and the dress, and she was
rewarded with a glazed lusty expression and moan. He was fascinated by
her nipples, apparently, so she pressed her own two hands onto her
dress over where her breasts would grow some day and rubbed.
"Arrrggghh!"
choked Charles as his seed spurted. The first blob shot over his head
and hit the wall, making Catherine giggle, the second landing in the
gray hair on his chest, the rest surging forth and dropping onto his
stomach.
Feeling mischievous, she sat down on the bed beside the
panting man, and took a glob of the stuff that had plopped off his
penis. She spread it on his cheeks, which startled him at first, but
then he smiled. She dabbed a little on each of her own cheeks.
"Did you make a happy baby?" she asked with an impish smile.
"Oh, yeah," said Charles. "Oh, yeah, it sure was."
"I
want to snuggle now," said Catherine. Charles promptly cleaned up, sat
up and dressed, looking a little groggy, while Catherine put back on
the socks and shoes she had taken off and re-buttoned her dress.
And
Catherine snuggled in Charles's arms, with no hard lump beneath her,
and no hint of anything but the loving acceptance she always felt from
him.
As
Catherine came in, she gave Charles the impish smile meaning she was up
for some naughty play. "Hi," she said simply. She'd like to snuggle
later, but for now she wanted to revel in Charles's urgent desires and
how she could help satisfy them today.
Charles looked a little
thoughtful. "I've been wanting to ask you something, but I'm not sure
it's a good idea, Catherine. If you don't like it, just say no and I'll
never mention it again."
"OK."
"Your choice. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Well, OK. What would be really exciting for me is to see you naked --
or at least your, you know, private parts."
"Oh."
That was something worth thinking about. It would be naughty and could
be fun, but she also knew she didn't want to do it. Why?
Charles
read her reaction and said, "I'm sorry -- see, I knew I shouldn't say
it. You shouldn't show me one little bit of yourself you don't want to,
OK?"
"Yeah, I know that."
"Forgive me?"
"I don't mind you asked."
But
now she didn't feel at all like being naughty or watching Charles
pretend to make a baby. With body language she made her desire for a
cuddle known, and she pressed against him, hungry for his warmth and
love.
Why didn't she want to show him her parts? He'd shown her
everything. She didn't mind showing off her chest or her arms. In her
mind she could be all naked in front of him, except for her drawers.
The problem was right there at her center, where she peed, where her
little slit was. Was she worried he'd touch her some way? Violate her
privacy? No, she knew he'd never do a thing she didn't want.
The
problem was she thought he'd laugh or get grossed out. Because she
didn't think she was normal. Girls had a hole that a baby's head could
come out of, and she didn't have one. That was her big fear -- being a
freak.
Now, she could tell Charles anything. He never laughed at
her. But telling him this was hard. She sat in his embrace for several
minutes as he rocked her.
"I'm afraid I'm not normal," she barely whispered.
"What, my dear? I couldn't hear you," he said kindly.
"I'm afraid I'm not normal."
"Whatever makes you think that? How do you mean?"
"Between my legs."
"I'm sure you're normal."
"How can you know?"
"Well, I can't, it's true, but I have a feeling you're normal. You seem
very normal."
There
was a bit of silence, then he continued, "I'll still love you -- I
mean, darn, I don't know -- you'll still be wonderful if you're not
normal too."
Catherine was silent.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't say I love you. That was dumb. I'm very fond of
you and want to be your friend no matter what."
"I think you love me, and I'm happy about it."
"It's not about the penis and the seed either, you know? We could stop
that forever and I'd still love you."
"I
know, Charles." And she settled her head against his chest and smiled
deep inside. So she wasn't too nervous when her deep fear found its
voice.
"Women have a hole for babies to come out, right?"
"Right."
"I don't have one."
"You don't?"
"No."
"Oh. Are you sure?"
"Well, there's something there, but it's so tiny a baby could never get
out in a million years."
"I'm not sure that's a problem, but I really don't know."
"Could
you look and tell me if I'm normal?" Catherine said it before she
realized how scary an idea it was. But she did trust him...
"There's a big problem with that."
"What?"
"I've never seen a girl between the legs before, so I couldn't tell you
one way or the other."
"You've never seen a girl there?"
"No."
"What about a woman?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Why
would I? My sister was older than me, so I never saw her. And I never
could support a family, so I never was with any women."
"Oh. Even though you're so old?"
"Well,
I'm not young, but I've never seen a girl between the legs. Which is
one reason I'd like to -- why I mentioned it, at least."
Catherine said with some confusion, "Well, OK, you can see then."
"I have good news for you, Miss Catherine my love."
"What?"
"You're normal."
"Huh? How do you know?"
"I asked my sister."
"You told her about me?" Catherine asked, alarmed.
"No,
no, nothing to do with you in particular. I just admitted my innocence
about stuff between men and women, and after a bunch of other
questions, I asked about girls and baby holes. And she said that all
little girls have tiny holes you could barely fit a little finger into,
and that they get much bigger when the girl grows up -- a much greater
increase than the amount her body gets bigger. And then when a woman
gets pregnant, it gets even bigger and gets stretchy. And then, she
told me, it's a very, very tight fit and the baby's head kind of gets
squished coming out. So it all works out."
"Oh," said Catherine,
smiling, absorbing the information. She was normal after all! After a
moment, she said, "Do you still want to see me down there? As part of
your education?"
Charles smiled. "Well, if you don't mind, I guess I would -- I know I
would."
"OK" said Catherine, jumping up and taking off her shoes and socks
quickly.
"But can we make it like a little ceremony? I mean, not just whipping
them off."
"OK, what do you mean?"
"I'll turn my back, and you take off your drawers and then lie down
with your dress on. How's that?"
So
this wasn't just a lesson about what girls' private parts are like.
Charles was thinking about making babies again, but Catherine liked
that idea today.
"Sure!"
So as Catherine lay on her back
with her legs apart a little, Charles, still fully dressed, gently slid
her dress up to her knees. Then he slid it a little higher, Inch by
inch the dress went up, while Catherine watched Charles's face. She
smiled because he looked like he was in church -- reverent, that was
the word. When at last her little slit came into view, he stopped and
looked, transfixed. Then he moved his head down to get a closer look.
"It's so, so beautiful!" he said.
Catherine giggled. It was just her body. But it also felt good to know
he thought she was special down there.
"Could you show me inside?" he asked. "Slowly, OK?"
So with one hand on either side of her slit, Catherine very slowly
pulled outward.
"Wow,"
he said, still solemn. "I see the tiny hole where the urine comes out.
And this other place -- that must be the hole for babies." He paused a
moment. "And penises."
Catherine felt a brief little thrill. She
did have a hole for babies, and of course first a penis had to go in
before a baby could come out. And although it was hard to believe, some
day she'd want a man to put his penis in there, and he would, and stuff
would spurt up into her so she could have a baby. And here was Charles,
a man, looking at this little hole so reverently. She'd seen his penis
many times, seen it hard and thrusting upward, just like it would to
get into a woman's body to start her baby. She'd seen his urgency and
total pleasure as he shot the stuff out. At some level she knew he
wanted to stick his penis into her even now.
"But not yet, right?" she said.
"Oh, of course not," he said quickly. "Of course not yet. Not for a
long time, when you find a man to marry."
Catherine smiled with relief.
"But... Can I look at you while I pretend to make a baby?"
"Sure," grinned Catherine.
So
Charles pulled down his clothes to expose his hard penis, but for the
first time he stayed kneeling instead of lying back on the bed. His
eyes stayed riveted to her little girl parts as she held herself open,
and it seemed just seconds later that he groaned and she was aware of
his seed surging out. He had his other hand over the tip of his penis,
though, so instead of shooting out onto Catherine's dress or the
sheets, he corralled it with that hand, which quickly became a sticky
mess.
"Oh, Catherine," he moaned. "That was amazing."
And Catherine felt profoundly happy, helping this man who she loved
feel so much pleasure. She had that power.