CHAPTER 22
MY ELDEST DAUGHTER GRACE WAS NEXT ON JACK'S LIST
GRACE'S STORY
1.
Being much more of an academic than my younger sister Lili I was enjoying life at university and I liked the atmosphere of the lecture halls and was keen to pass my degree with flying colours. I suppose I am what many people would describe as a bit geeky or a nerd. I find that I much prefer the company of older people rather than going to parties or drinking with the other students. Over the past year I felt very grown up and privileged having been accepted by the faculty academics as part of their circle of friends; socialising with the lecturers and their friends rather than the other students.
I was studying art history and we had spent quite a few weeks studying and discussing erotic art.
During the first lecture on the subject we were introduced to a guest lecturer, an expert called Tom. I warmed to him instantly with his easy charm and friendly nature. I was one of only two girls in our study group and after the first of his lectures he made a point of catching us both as the others filed out of the room.
He asked us both if we felt comfortable with the subject matter as most of the pictures featured naked or semi naked women in various poses and some of the boys in the group had shown their enthusiasm by commenting quite openly regarding the physical attributes of the models in the pictures.
We both told him that it was OK and the other girl then hastily left. In reality I did feel a little embarrassed by the sexual nature depicted in some of the pictures. I was OK with the classic nudes and found them quite beautiful but the more erotic paintings did make me feel a little uncomfortable when viewing them with the boys. I'm not certain if Tom had sensed my discomfort during his lecture but there was no way I was going to admit it to him because I thought it would make me appear juvenile and unsophisticated.
Tom followed me to the door and then caught my elbow, stopping me as he turned me to face him. Close up he made me feel kind of weak at the knees as his dark piercing eyes gazed directly into mine. With his free hand he briefly stroked my cheek before saying, "It's Grace isn't it?"
"Yes," I mumbled, mesmerised by his firm gaze and warm smile.
"Grace, as well as lecturing I am a respected artist and as such am always on the lookout for models. You have a beautifully innocent face and I'd love to capture that innocence in a painting."
As he spoke I felt like I was in a dream. No one had ever referred to me as beautiful and I felt extremely flattered.
"Would you pose for me Grace; be my model?"
"Me!" I stammered, "why me? There must be hundreds of girls here more suitable than me; pretty girls, girls who wear more revealing clothes."
His hand still gripped my elbow and his dark piercing eyes held me in his gaze as he replied, "Grace, I can see the innocence in your eyes and a certain naivety that shines out from you that would make you such an ideal model and besides, you are not like the other childish students. Despite your young age I sense a certain maturity in your demeanour."
I blushed when he used the words innocence and naivety knowing that they were almost true. If those words were a judgment of my experience with boys, then they were true. I'd had a few boyfriends, nothing too serious but it had been my experience so far that they always seemed more interested in trying to get their hands under my clothes than in me as a person. I was not a virgin and lost my virginity at eighteen on a night out with my then boyfriend. To be honest the experience was OK but not great. We had been petting for a while and, giving in to my boyfriend's constant pleading, I felt that it was time to go further.
In the weeks before I had enjoyed the feeling of letting him put his hand inside my knickers. His touch was clumsy and awkward but the feeling of naughtiness and having another hand other than my own between my legs was enjoyable. During these petting sessions I had also made him ejaculate using my hand. I remembered the first time that he unzipped himself and then guided my hand to his erection. I was both curious and amazed by how big and hard it felt in my hand. I did as he asked, wrapped my fingers around it and then rubbed it as he quickly thrust himself back and forth in my hand until he ejaculated. I remember being curious to actually watch him ejaculate and on the second time I watched avidly waiting for the moment and was then amazed by the spurting of his ejaculate as it arced into the air and then splattered onto my hand and skirt.
On the night I lost my virginity I remember how nervous I felt as I waited for my boyfriend to arrive having told him that I had the house to myself for a few hours that evening.
When he arrived I was hoping for some romantic seduction but it was obvious he only had one thing on his mind. He grabbed me in a rough embrace, pressed his lips against mine as his hand grabbed one of my breasts. As he groped me he clumsily pushed me toward my bedroom where we both fell onto the bed with him on top of me. I remembered how shy I had felt as he pushed up my top to expose my bra covered breasts. His hands were then busy between us as he unfastened his trousers and pulled up my skirt. I knew he had wanted this many times before and I had always stopped him but on this occasion he seemed to sense that I was reacting differently. I felt his hard erection pressing against my legs as his fingers sought out the wet patch of my knickers. Despite his clumsiness I knew that I wanted to feel what it was like to 'go all the way'. I tentatively moved my legs apart and almost instantly I felt his fingers move the gusset of my knickers to one side and then a finger shove into my wetness. He moved up higher on top of me until I felt the head of his erection close to my wetness. It felt clumsy and awkward as he repeatedly tried to find my entrance. Feeling let down by his inexperience and also feeling curious and aroused I reached between us gripped his erection and guided it into me.
I think that it was the first time for both of us as he paused nervously with an inch or so of his erection inside me.
"It's OK," I said, "I'm ready."
I remember gasping with surprise and a little discomfort as he suddenly plunged inside me. Before I could catch my breath he was pounding away between my legs and panting loudly in my ear. Faster and faster he crashed into me until after less than a minute I felt him ejaculate. Almost as quickly as he had started he rolled off of me, put his penis away, thanked me and left.
Afterward I remember feeling afraid that I could be pregnant. Luckily I wasn't and after my next period I visited the doctor and put myself on the contraceptive pill. I'm still on the pill now but have never had intercourse since. If I'm being completely honest I suppose I have a hidden wish that one day I will try it again and not have the worry of pregnancy.
Ever since that first and only time I found I much preferred the pleasure I got when masturbating alone in bed at night.
With my mind wandering from groping boyfriends, masturbating and losing my virginity I was brought back to the present with a start when Tom gripped my elbow slightly harder and, gazing into my eyes said, "Well Grace, will you do it?"
At that moment I felt I would do anything he asked and replied, "My face?"
"Yes, your face, it is ideal," he said.
I paused for a second or two, blushing as I sensed his gaze briefly shift from my eyes, down to swell of my breasts beneath my t-shirt and then back up again.
I then said rather shyly, "Yes, OK, if you think I am good enough."
He fished around in his pocket and then passed me a business card. "This is my studio address here in the university town, be there at ten on Saturday morning. I feel sure you will be good enough."
He then released my elbow and left.
I watched him walk away wondering how and why a man old enough to be my father had made such a powerful impression on me.
That evening after dinner alone I lay on my bed replaying the events of earlier in my head. I recalled some of the more erotic paintings that Tom had been discussing with us during the lecture. Most of these had been drawn or painted by him and I tried to imagine how the models felt as they posed for him completely naked and so openly.
I kept reminding myself that he said he liked my face; he wanted to paint or draw my face, just my face; didn't he?
Unlike other girls of my age I very rarely wore any makeup, my shoulder length black hair was almost always swept back in a convenient pony tail and I felt self-conscious about my body. I was of average height and build to most of my fellow class mates: weighing around 48Kgs (106lbs) and 1.6M (5ft 3inches) tall. However, I had inherited my mother's breast size. Most of my class mates and friends had typical south east Asian breasts; thirty to thirty-two A cup, whereas mine were thirty-two C cup. Rather than wearing 'push-up' or enhancing bras I always opted for bras that would hopefully disguise my true size.
The following morning, I awoke with a start having had the most vivid of dreams. I was sweating as I fought to regain consciousness and separate the surreal eroticism of the dream from the reality of my waking.
I felt aroused, my nipples were tingling and my hand was nestled in the wetness between my legs. It was one of those dreams that was so vivid it stays with you as you wake. In this dream I was standing in a stark white room with erotic and pornographic pictures covering all of the available wall space. Tom, the artist, was gazing at me with a laser like stare of his dark piercing eyes. I was standing completely naked and feeling incredibly shy as I felt, yes felt, his gaze slowly roaming over my body. As his gaze fell on my breasts it felt as though he was touching and caressing them. He said how much he loved my young puffy nipples and I immediately felt them tingle and swell under his magical gaze. As he shifted his eyes lower I felt my belly being caressed by invisible hands moving lower and lower until, with nervous butterflies in my stomach I sensed his mental desire to move my feet apart. I felt eager to please him and almost instantly I could feel the lightest of invisible touches between my legs. I could feel the wetness oozing from me and my clitoris start to peep out from its hood.
Suddenly I realised that he was also now naked and slowly stroking his erect penis with his hand. "There was still complete silence but I could hear his voice in my head, deep and authoritative, saying, "I'm going to fuck you Grace. I'm going push my big cock into your sopping wet pussy and fuck you...
That was when I awoke. With the memories of the dream still flashing in my head my fingers busily teased the wetness between my legs. I pressed my whole hand tightly against my vulva, feeling my juices spreading beneath it as my palm moved rhythmically against my swollen clitoris. I could feel the familiar sensations and tensions building rapidly in my body. I used my free hand to squeeze one of my breasts as I started to writhe around on the bed. I quickly turned over, pressing my face into the pillow and thrusting my hips repeatedly against the hand that was trapped beneath my pubis and the mattress. The pillow helped to muffle my joyous squeals as I brought my self to an incredible climax. I lay there for a while in a state of euphoria but also started to feel guilty about my self-induced orgasms which were becoming a regular thing lately.
