Free ARABELLA by Anonymous

for being divorced as we shall be from troublesome eyes and ears then I am sure nothing at all will be hid and we may make as free as possible. Do you not think Pearl a most delightful lady? I am sure she means the best for us,” I added quickly to divert her.
    “Well, indeed yes, though until now I never suspected it of her. Do you think she might now seduce your Papa and encourage him to venture with us?”
    “No—for that would be most improper,” I said without thought and with such quaintness, such as I least intended, that we both fell to hugging one another in our laughter, this proving as great a release as any from the sense of excitement we both sustained. All seemed most natural by now, though had the shoe been on the other foot and I in Elaine's place, I know not how I might have comported myself. My father, being as chalk to cheese in respect of my uncle, was a studious man of quiet manners and with a very fine sense of the conventions, though he displayed no stuffiness in such matters.
    Mama, on the other hand, was more frivolous, and perhaps they complemented one another. It was she who for the most part encouraged my freedoms, saying often that a young lady must find her own way in the world. To this Papa had only once or twice mildly objected. I, being the apple of his eye, he wished no harm to come to me. Nor had it, as I deemed, for I was sensible enough to know that what a female enjoyed in bed with her husband, she might also enjoy elsewhere. Such women who see the delights of copulation as a sin rather than a blessing are to be pitied rather than scorned. Some may be led to it, as I was to discover. Others, being frigid of nature, forever dwell within their own consciences and apprehensions as to what is right and what wrong. Such is called morality. I am thankful that I have never abided by it, for it is as if one scattered precious seeds on barren ground in the sun and left them to dry until the husks fall apart and the seed itself is left to wither, forlorn.
    A girl who is well and frequently fucked may be seen by her bright complexion and her general merriness to be so. This is not to say that she is too open in her favours, nor that she is boisterous. To the contrary. I always comported myself with the selfsame discretion as Pearl had wisely spoken of. I have refused males who were too ruttishly eager. By doing so I have cloaked myself in a certain exclusivity that may yet unwind at will. Those who raise eyebrows at my behaviour with my cousin and uncle should well give pause to consider the utmost privacy in which such things occurred. In truth, our foray into the party of the Eastwoods had carried with it a scent of indiscretion, yet such must befall all newcomers who then learn thereby. Tongues knew better than to wag lest others be wagged back at them.
    Thus did my philosophy grow, albeit that it is a simple one. I make no claim for cleverness. Fortunate it was that Elaine and I were of the same mould. Our cunnies, once having tasted cock, pouted for more. The divine pleasures of seeing one another in rut were yet to develop.

CHAPTER six
    Tout le monde were in Paris when we arrived some ten days later, for it was well past Easter and the season was in full swing. To be seen in the Bois de Boulogne around noon was essential if one were to be counted among the Upper Ten Thousand of France. Before we did so, however, Pearl was insistent that we clothe ourselves a la mode, being none too pleased with the gowns and hats we had brought, for Paris fashions change so rapidly that one must ever keep up with them.
    My uncle's purse suffered much depletion as a result of this, but the outcome was so much to his taste that he averred it well worth while, being thankful perhaps that we had not gone to Monsieur Worth but to a smaller salon where decolletage was accepted as a sine qua non of revealment, which Monsieur Worth evidently abhorred, having decreed with a woodenness that came, I am sure, from