MY SECRET LIFE
to lift me, I pushed my hands up the petticoats of the governess, felt the hair of her cunt, and that there was something warm, and moist, between her thighs. She let me drop on to the floor, and jumped away from me. I must have been clinging to her thigh, with both hands up her petticoats, and one between her thighs, she cried out loudly—oh!
Then slap-slap-slap, in quick succession, came her hand against my head, “You. . .rude. . .bad. . .boy,” said she slapping me at each word, “I’ve a good mind to tell your mamma, get into bed this instant,” and into bed I got without a word. She blew out the light, and left the room with her sister, leaving me in a dreadful funk. I scarcely knew that I had done wrong, yet had some vague notion, that feeling about her thighs was punishable; the soft hairy place my hand had touched, impressed me with wonder, I kept thinking there was no cock there, and felt a sort of delight at what I had done.
I heard them then talking, and laughing loudly, thru the partition. “They are talking about me, oh if they tell mamma, oh! what did I do it for?” Trembling with fear, I jumped out of bed, opened my door, and went to theirs listening; theirs was ajar,—heard: “right up between my thighs, felt it! he must have felt it; ah! ah! ah! would you ever have thought the little beast would have done such a thing.” They both laughed heartily. “Did you see his little thing?” said one. “Shut the door, it‘s not shut;”—breathless I got back to my room, and into bed, and laying there, heard them through the partition roaring with laughter again.
That is the first time in my life, I recollect passing
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