Then she presently slowly raised herself off my body, and we lay for a short time side by side on the bed, kissing and toying with the most attractive charms of each other's person, till at last she jumped up and begged me to dress quickly for fear mamma should be calling for us. "Take your things, and run into your own room, and be sure not even to look at me before anyone, or it will be sure to be noticed; and you know you can come and cuddle me again all night when they are all in bed." As I sat at tea that afternoon I could scarcely eat or drink; nothing but the delights I had tasted with Sarah and anticipations of the coming night would run through my fevered brain, whilst my poor little cock every now and then stiffened again in my breeches, till I hardly knew how to restrain my feelings. I tried to read a fairy tale, but it was useless, and at last my mamma, noticing how I kept flushing up, sent me off to bed about eight o'clock. Ours was an early family, everyone generally getting to bed by ten o'clock; but how to pass those two long hours of expectation I was quite at a loss, as I lay tossing about on my bed with one hand gently frigging my awfully stiff affair. However, I must have fallen asleep, as I well remember waking up in the dark and feeling someone in the bed, with her arms round me, and warm lips kissing my cheeks. "It's only Sarah, Jack. I did not expect you would go to sleep and forget me so soon. Shall I go back to my own bed, dear?" she whispered in a low voice. "No, no. Oh, pray don't, I love you so!" I whispered in return, as I began to repay her loving kisses. "Let us both go into my room; the bed is more comfortable for two," she said, so we at once adjourned to her apartment and were soon comfortably cuddling one another again. "Jack," she whispered "did you ever have any rude games with the boys at school?" So I at once told her about my adventures, and how we used to put our cocks up each other's bottoms, etc. I felt her actually tremble with suppressed excitement as she so nervously clasped me in her arms whilst I was telling her all about it. "Don't you then know what a girl is like? I mean you didn't know till we kissed each other this afternoon, did you?" she asked. "No; but I liked kissing you there, Sarah," I replied, as one of my hands indicated the spot. "May I do it again?" "No; we'll play at mothers and fathers. You shall put your dear little prick in there. That's how babies are made by men and women, only we shan't do that," she said, as she very gently drew me upon her, and opened her legs and directed my pego to the gap of love, which was so longing to receive the little morsel.