Thanks to certain confidences, she knew that Jackie was still a “real” young girl. No man or woman had succeeded in awakening her sensuality. So she was afraid of compromising everything by any regrettable haste. She preferred to deprive herself wisely and then while her friend was sleeping, to be reduced to masturbation.

She managed to be more and more indecent in her behavior. Without seeming to wonder anything about it, Jackie followed the same example. Soon she even dared to undress completely in front of her companion, albeit with innocent immodesty.

Invariably, Margie would then feel desire sliding through her like an insidious poison. A desire which put fire into her veins and arteries and which seemed more and more difficult to resist.

One evening when her friend was hiding nothing of her arrogant nudity, it was impossible for Margie to continue a struggle which was putting her nerves so on edge.

Her eyes had become two incandescent suns and she put her arm around Jackie's waist. Her mouth touched a firm breast whose nipple stood out like the beak of a robin redbreast.

To her great surprise, Armand's niece didn't try to escape the moist contact of her lips which were trembling with impatience.

While her tits rose to the rhythm of her shaky respiration like a rough sea, Jackie even whispered:

“Darling… oh!.. what you're doing is delicious.”

Emboldened by this first success, Margie no longer hesitated.

She insinuated one of her hands between the two thighs which were no longer trying to lock themselves. And her prying index finger took possession of a fragile flower that had not yet been violated.

“My love,” she whispered, “my sweet… my tender… why you're wet…!”

Jackie was already moist with juices.