'As to your attire beneath your clothes', I said. Before I could say more, she tipped her head back and she laughed.

'Why, have you looked, you naughty man?', she asked, and then flounced out. And I am senior to her by six years!

I trust they will not stay beyond a week.

Jane's Day-Book

Oh-la-la! Phillip has seen dear Muriel's bottom now- as also Rose's and Sylvia's white drawers. I have told her it is too warm to wear such things. She did not mind my saying that and left them off today.

I meant to write, though, of the girl at the Fortescues'-lest I forget. Oh, such a slender, pretty thing she was. People were kissing, fondling, everywhere, at which she seemed bemused and shy and stood alone, hands at the wall, gazed from one couple to another, and was flushed.

I drew her quietly out into the morning room by dint of saying it was quieter there. Indeed, we were alone. I closed the door and, once within, embraced her and began to kiss her lips. How moist and smooth and velvety they were!

'No, do not, oh!', she gasped, for I had pressed her up against the wall and urged my breasts and thighs against her own. She is about twenty, I surmise, and so quivery did her tummy feel that I guessed she had not been mounted yet, which for a girl of that age is extremely rare.

'How pretty you are, dear', I murmured on and on, her mouth constantly escaping mine but ever then recaptured. Then light flooded in the darkened room. Our host appeared and cast his arms around both, saying that it was truly the most enticing thing to see two women kissing as we were. Thereat he raised both her gown and mine and, to her horror, felt around our knickered cheeks. She uttered a soft shriek-something that Muriel and I had never done when we were much below her age. 'Do not!', she moaned which made me all the more determined that she should.

'Hold her shoulders!', I instructed him, for in such moments etiquette is flown.