“Give me your rod.”
“Where?”
“Find a place.”
“Which one is forbidden?”
“My virginity and my mouth.”
Since there are only three paths to the heart of a woman, and since I
have an intelligence used to the exercise presented by difficult
enigmas, I understood.
However, this new surprise caught me speechless. I could say nothing.
What was worse, I not only remained silent, but I remained silent in
such an imbecilic way that Mauricette finally decided that she would
have to explain the mystery herself. She sighed deeply, smiling, and
shot me a distressed glance that could only be translated, “God, but
men can be stupid!” Then she began to look a little worried and started
to ask me questions.
“And what do you like to do? What do you like best?”
“Making love, my sweet.”
“But that's forbidden... And what don't you like at all? What do you
really hate?”
“That little hand there. Pretty though it may be, there is nothing I
want less.”
“It's too bad that I...” she began, obviously troubled, “that I can't
suck you... Did you want my mouth?”
“You've already given it to me,” I said, taking it again to mine.
But it wasn't the same mouth. Mauricette had lost her composure,
could no longer speak, thought that all was lost. It was time that I
brought a smile back to that stricken little face, so I slid one of my
hands, now pressing her so tightly to me, down her back and pressed it
lightly against the spot that she had given up trying to make me accept
or even to understand.
The timid child looked up quickly into my face, saw that I had not
been serious, and with a sudden change of countenance that thrilled me,
squealed, “Oh! You louse! You rat! You brute! You swine!”
“Hey! Shut up there!”
“For fifteen minutes he pretends he doesn't know what I'm talking
about, he strings me along because I don't know how to say it.”
She quickly recovered her good-humored brat attitude and, without
ever raising her voice, but nose to mine, growled, “I don't feel like
it any more. I ought to get dressed. You deserve it.”
“You don't feel like what?”
“Having you cornhole me!” she said laughing. “There, I said it. And
you haven't heard the last of it, either. I don't know how to do much,
but I do know how to talk.”
“The only thing is... I'm still not exactly sure I heard you right.”
“I want you to screw me through my ass and I want you to bite me! I
don't like men who tease. I like 'em vicious.”
“Teh. Teh. I think you're getting a little hot under the collar,
Mauricette.”
“And you call me Ricette when you screw me.”
“So as not to say any 'Mau'? All right, fine. Let's go, but try to
calm down a little.”
“There's only one way to do it. Fast! You want to or not?”
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