Chapter Three
Eleanor rose late the next day. This time James was late too and they enjoyed a leisurely breakfast together. Afterwards, they went for a walk in the park. She allowed him to take her into a clump of tress and there kiss her. For the first time she permitted him to put his arms around her waist, pressing her closely against him, so that she could feel his excitement. And when he pressed his lips against hers, she opened them and, not even waiting for him to take the initiative, sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Encouraged, James moved one of his hands up to her bosom, grasping a breast and squeezing. She pulled back her head. “I do hope you are not going to be a bad boy, James,” she said.
“Oh, Eleanor,” he protested, “it is so hard to keep a hold of myself. You are such a
