Later that morning I took the first step in Nicole's seduction. Once again we sat at the piano, taking turns with various classical pieces. She sat down and said, "Here. This is what I do with the chords, on this waltz," and she started playing. Her performance was nearly flawless. If she kept practicing I was certain she could entertain royalty and told her so.
"Oh, Mr. Fogg, you do flatter me so," her blush was genuine and made the young girl seem even more desirable than ever.
We began to play together and I put my arm around her to play the chords on the high notes and she leaned across me to play the melody on the base notes. We blundered through the piece, laughing and giggling at our suddenly atrocious playing. Afterward, I made a feeble excuse, telling Nicole that I wanted to take a walk around the grounds as I had to relieve myself, of course I did not tell her the latter.
To my delight, Nicole offered to join me. I don't know all that much about young girls. However I do know they are possessed of an unquenchable curiosity with respect to a man's, or even a lad's prick, in all probability because they dream of having one inserted in them at some point in the future.
We strolled down a path that led away from the main house and into a wooded area. I had no idea how far the path went, but I imagined it continued a good way, perhaps ultimately wending its way back to the main house.
I waited until we had walked for several minutes, then halted and placed my hand gently upon her arm.
"Nicole, I'm terribly embarrassed, but I must answer nature's call. Please call to me should someone venture along. I'll just go behind that cottonwood tree over there."
I made certain to position myself so that Nicole could, if she wanted, watch me piss on the lilies next to the large tree. Taking my member out, I calculated the odds on whether adorable little Nicole would take a peek at me pissing away.
Those thoughts served only to arouse me to the extent that I encountered a problem in coaxing the usually reliable stream of piss from my pinched urethra in that I also had an erection of moderate proportions. The more I strained, the larger it grew.
I heard a branch crack. With half an eye I slowly dared myself to look in the direction where Nicole stood lookout. She was keeping watch all right --- on my hard prick.
When she realized I had caught her looking she gasped. I expected a scream that would draw a servant or two and that would be trouble indeed as her parents, although one of whom condoned my actions, would seek my head in order to protect themselves and their good name.
But she just sat there on the ground and stared in silence, finally looking up at me with a strange, giggling smile.
"You can't pee?" she half-asked.
I shook my head. "My prick is too hard," I blurted without thinking.
"It's REALLY big," she giggled, surprising me in that she was not in the least offended. Moreover, Nicole did not move away.
"That's because it's hard," I sputtered, not knowing what else to say to this waif of a girl. Then too, I was proud of my prick. It's a handsome tool, a thick seven inches. It must have looked a foot long to this 18 year old virgin.
"Father's isn't that big when he pees," Nicole commented wryly. "You really have a long one." She said as she ventured closer and had another look.
"You've seen your . . . father's?" I asked having become a little uncomfortable.
"When I was little he would sometimes go in front of us. I was really small; perhaps three or four, but I still remember it. It didn't look at all like yours," she added.
"What do you think?" I laughed nervously and shook it as I had finally relaxed enough to allow the piss to flow freely.
"It's very nice," she giggled.
"When it's hard the piss won't come out," I told her.
"Why is it hard?"
"I guess because you're here," I answered, deciding at that moment to push the point. "You're really very pretty."
"Do you really think so?" she seemed surprised and pleased.
"Of course, I'd venture to say that you are remarkably beautiful, and in a few short years will have every young lad in Britain chasing after you."
Her hand went to her mouth to cover her cry of delight at my remark. Then Nicole quickly backed out into the clearing. I tucked my prick back in my trowsers and buttoned up. I had this huge bulge in my pants that would be noticeable to anyone happening by. Somewhat terrified at the prospect, I walked back out to face Nicole.
Someone is going to see that," she said and pointed at my bulge.
"That's why you're going to go ahead of me. Anyone happening upon us won't be able to take their eyes off your beauty. Besides, with you around it will never get soft."
Nicole loved this compliment, and bestowed a lovely smile on me.
Now go on," I said, shooing her, and she went giggling up the slope with me close behind.
On returning to the music room, Nicole appeared to be in an excited state, for after I sat down at the piano, she bounced onto my lap announcing that we would make fewer mistakes this way. Of course her lovely derriere squirmed around and caused my prick to engorge to its fullest.
"Nicole," I began, putting an end to any pretext of playing. "Please let me say something that needs to be said, but I fear might be taken the wrong way."
"Do go on, Mr. Fogg. I already hold you in the highest regard."
"All right then. I know you are but eighteen years now, but still I find you one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
"Oh, Mr. Fogg, you do say the nicest things to a girl. No one but my dear father has ever told me I'm beautiful, and he doesn't count. So for that lovely remark you get a reward."
She placed her soft, sweet lips on mine ever so briefly, but with intention.
"That was lovely, Nicole," I said. "Thank you. I shall treasure the memory of your sweet lips on mine forever. And I meant it.
Our so-called lesson ended shortly thereafter when Mrs. Baring, my lovely Abigail, invited us to tea. Shortly after, Nicole and Rhonda had a girl friend named Alice call and they all went off to watch one of the servants sail a model boat in their large pond. That left Abigail and me alone in the house, except for the occasional servant meandering through the house.
"Your bed or mine?" Abigail asked hotly as we finished our tea.
