Girl From New England

Jeanine was a pretty young girl from a very good family in a New England port town. She learned as much from her tutor as was taught to girls in those days, but was not interested in needlepoint, and knew well enough how to treat the servants in order to keep the house running well. Beaux came from many miles away to court her, on fine horses or in sleek buggies. They were all stuffy in her eyes, these men in their suits, gloves, and top hats who escorted her to plays and poetry readings, and tried with their flowery language to win her hand. She had read every book in her home, had gone to New York to visit her aunt, who had brought her shopping for fine clothes which suited her flowing white-gold hair and pale complexion. This did not please her, either; she saw it as a waste of money. Even riding her horse, a pastime she had enjoyed despite (or, perhaps, because of) the fact that her mother was horrified at it, was boring to her. She had galloped down all the paths for miles around, had thoroughly explored everyplace within a day's ride.

In short, Jeanine was bored.

This boredom became so suffocating that one day she decided to go to the place where she had been repeatedly told _not_ to go - the docks. If she had been told a lady might not go there, she felt, there _must_ be something interesting at the docks. So she put on a very simple blue dress, pinned her hair up, put on a hat, and strolled to the port.

The streets were crowded. Jeanine was shoved from all sides by men carrying sacks and boxes, garishly painted women who went from one man to the next, untill one escorted them away to a nearby inn, and men just looking at the seedy shops that lined the boulevard. Suddenly, her arm was taken, and she heard a voice say, "A lady like you shouldn't walk alone around here." She looked up and saw the face of a young man with brown eyes, a gentle smile, and reddish-brown curls pulled back into a ponytail. He guided her into a nearby inn. The innkeeper showed them a table, and the young man ordered wine for himself and Jeanine.

He introduced himself as Daniel and they began to talk. He had led a very exciting life on board various ships, and he told her of battles with pirates and ports far away where the people had dark skins and almond-shaped eyes. She in turn told Daniel of her society life, and explained her purpose in coming to the docks - she was searching for a way to alleviate the tedium of her days. After a few very pleasant hours, Jeanine realised that she had to go before she was missed at home. Daniel suggested they meet again the next day at the same inn. She agreed, and went home.

That night, Jeanine dreamed of Daniel. In her dream, he kissed her and held her in his arms, her face buried in his white ruffled shirt. He caressed her body. She awoke early and, thinking of her dreams, began to caress herself. She ran her hands over her full breasts and down her body, feeling the moisture between her legs. Her hand massaged her clitoris as her body tensed. With fingers moving faster and faster on the little nodule, she shut her eyes and pictured Daniel, his mouth on her mouth, kissing her neck as his hand toyed with her breast...

Waves of pleasure rolled over her, and she felt as if she were floating on the sea that Daniel lived his life upon.

That afternoon, Jeanine, in her plain white dress, entered the inn, where the innkeeper led her to a room. He told her that Daniel would join her presently. She sat down on the edge of the bed, wondering why Daniel had chosen this place for their rendevous. "Maybe he wants to..." she thought, blushing at her dream of the previous night. He couldn't want that from _her_! The thought made her thighs moist and gave her a fluttery feeling in her stomach.

Daniel entered, and she rose to greet him. Instead of a kiss on the hand, which was what she expected, he grabbed her and kissed her roughly. After a moment of shock, Jeanine responded, wrapping her arms around him. She was surprised when he flicked his tongue into her mouth, but had read enough books to know what was expected in return and let her tongue dance around his, sliding it inside his mouth and tickling throof of his mouth with it. She heard a moan as he lowered her onto the bed, sliding his hands from her face to her breasts. The pulse ...

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