behind Katrine, they were thrown under to the rain dancing, Jasmine in an instant it was already with them to laugh and to howl madly.
The hostile drops had become friends. With their beating ritmavano and they emphasized every movement of that florid bodies. Their gestualità reached a depth mystical meaning. The fizzy freshness of the water, that opposed with the heat of the unbridled heated up bodies, waked up again in every single cell a so ecstatic and powerful emotional variety that the four tried together the peak of an orgasm, simply dancing and grazing each other himself/herself/itself with the levità of their chaste skin. That day Francois kissed on the mouth Katrine, to the sudden one, of escaped, and after few instants, in the uproar of that convulsive orgy of gestures, it was the face of Jasmine to appear from now on to the eyes of Katrine, and magnetically the two girls melted their lips together and their bodies of reflex they were glued together more than the same adherent suits that had on, soaked of rain. That same evening the adventures of Katrine would not be so exhausted. Reentered in house, Francois and Paul they vanished in their respective rooms to dry and to rearrange him for the supper. Katrine wore his/her heavy wool suit that was very wet to be oppressed her breath. Jasmine, that had not stopped from the kiss of before anymore of to maliciously stare at her/it, stormed in that humming silence, after that lack of restraint without limits, with delicate and thoughtful voice.
"Katrine, so tanned you are not able certain to return home. You come in my room, we dry there and we systematize well there for."
Smiled Katrine her and it followed her/it in the room. You enter that were, Jasmine locked the door and the soaked suit removed from him. He/she wore a bra and a very contained culotte, that his/her mother would have judged an ashamed intimate for girls of malaffare. In an instant the girl was finished stripping and stayed completely naked in front of Katrine, that she didn't know anymore whether to look.
"You can look me, I am not offended at all me. It is normal that the girls are scrutinized, it belongs to their nature as owls. You have on still that sack of potatoes bathed! What do you wait to get away? You come that I help you."
Jasmine crouched him to the feet of the friend, taken the inferior extremity of the suit and it softly unthread him/it to you. Katrine had the initial instinct to cover his/her nudities, but then it surrendered to the cares of the friend that, with a towel you/he/she had started to dry her the neck and the breasts, then it passed to the braccias to the back and the legs. Katrine was to the height of the excitement and, when the friend gave her the towel, you/he/she was her turn to dry the body of Jasmine, massaging him/it delightfully. When it passed on the soft blond pubic hair of Jasmine and descents on the thighs, the friend, with a thread of voice, it exhorted her/it.
"I pray you, not to stop you, dry there still me!"
Katrine restarted to massage with the towel the center of the legs of Jasmine. He/she knew what you/he/she was doing. Alone you/he/she was often found again to sink in that sinful to like among the covers of his/her bed. Jasmine reached the apex of the pleasure and a small smothered cry it went out of her lips. Then Jasmine removed the towel from her hands, it abandoned him on the bed divaricandole the legs and it reciprocated her the pleasure. It was very skilled that Katrine made him all redhead when it realized that the towel was totally drenched and dank, and this was not imputable to the only rain. When Katrine got back home, his/her father took to howl become furious. He/she asked her where you/he/she was chased. By now it was almost night, the supper had already been being cooled by now for two hours. You were justified sustaining that the rain had gathered her on the road of the return, for that it had the soaked dress, and that it was very frightened for the thunders, that you/he/she had crouched under to a big tree to take refuge from the icy water. The excuse held up and you/he/she could not go otherwise, Katrine had by now in face the strength of the winner. You/he/she was living so strong events in that period to invest her/it of a halo of omnipotence. It didn't have any sense of guilt. You made account that the ethic didn't have any power on its psyche, she wanted to live and to know and nothing would have limited her.
Those idyllic evenings, dyed with the carnal vermilion red of the tramontante alone, they purchased the opulent procacità of mature June with the full heavy leafy branches of the trees of delicious fruits and sensual adult leaves that hypnotized for the depth of their verdone more and more. The humors, the odors and I impelled him some four boys, that enjoyed him their secret arrogant person, they penetrated in the bowel of that game, feeding that licentiousness that let the two boys went crazy and to inebriate the girls for their attentions. Despite the beautiful season you/he/she had already turned on the scorching air to them surrounding, the group was mainly ventured by now in dances to two, more and more tightened the one to the other. Fixed couples, Paul and Francois didn't exist they fairly exchanged the perfumes and the candid braccias of the two dames, and it was not rare that Jasmine, of own initiative, Katrine embraced for fondly dancing with the friend as nymphs in a pond.
Then, for them two there were only that game secret, initiated in the room of Jasmine, that had become in the relationship among the two young girl by now an usual rite. Katrine was amused and happy to be able to share the pleasure and the complicity with a friend in so intimate way. On the other side, however, Jasmine was totally overpowered by the powerful infatuation for his/her companion of adventures and ache sometimes concealed the jealousy that naturalness provoked her with which the body of Katrine tied him in dance to that masculine of one of its brothers.
IX
The stormy novelty of that days was the unexpected arrival of a cousin of Jasmine from mother, come from Paris for a period of relax. The boy was the typical Parisian bohemien. Writer, played the piano, you/he/she brought long hair and you/he/she smoked cigarettes that you/he/she was rolled alone. The only particularity that distinguished him/it from the French of that city was totally its Italian origin. His/her family was transferred from Milan to Paris for job when he was already fourteen years old.
Of his/her sudden arrival in that lost angle of France, the boys didn't know a lot. You/he/she had been only said theirs that that cousin had sent him/it the family with the excuse of a reconstituent vacation there. The city life, in fact, was said that sooner or later stressasse the metropolitan inhabitants, suffocated by the crowd, from the frenzy of the activities, from the aerial and acoustic pollution. Words, these, that totally came unknown and incomprehensible to the ears of the group of boys that it made of all to break the monotonous rural immobility.
The reality of the history was that Giuliano, this the name of the boy, had a very stormy mistake of Milanese life. Since child the liberty of the street life had fully lived. The taste and the odor that you/he/she had gotten used to recognize as relative it was that of the asphalt, of the a little advisable cafes, where he/she revered with childish look the desperate musicians that followed him with their insane exhibitions in those taverns stracolme of smoke, of drunkards and of prostitutes. His/her parents followed few his/her child because of their small textile firm to family management that stole them the totality of the own quotidianità.
The transfer of the family in the beautiful Paris didn't benefit at all to what the common people it defines "rectitude of the customs" of the boy. His evident propensity to the dissolute life already brought him/it shortly to frequent an entourage of poets and artists you launch that, as Bible, revered the Flowers of the evil of Baudelaire. Giuliano started to do daily use of opium, alcohol, absinthe and all of this that the slums of the city could give him. The artificial heaven in which was thrown headfirst you/he/she was finally interrupted by the wish genitoriale that broke that unworthy mechanism that his/her child would have brought baudeleriana to the destruction, confining him/it in a college. Everything this when Giuliano had just completed the sixteenth year of life.
That summer when it was expeditious in vacation to Cheverny, it already had to his/her shoulders a whole year of college where
you/he/she was distinguished as a willing boy in the study and desirous to ransom the really sinful past. Its prize for the finished efforts during that year of redemption from the dissolute life that had up to before duct, was a free summer from the rigid barracks rules of the college. His/her parents, however, thought well about sending him/it the most distant possible from the metropolitan environment and from his/her deadly temptations.
Here explained the cause for which the young Giuliano landed during that sultry June in that oasis of blessed immobility. It was to the time of lunch that the landlords introduced the young guest to their children. The boys knew about his/her existence from the genealogical tree of their family, but you/they would never be waited for to find again him/it to him one day of forehead, in meat and bones.
Jasmine Giuliano liked a lot immediately it. It had a look that didn't limit him to observe the surface. When it fixed it seemed to strip his/her own interlocutor and her malicious flirtation it realized that, whatever movement or gesture she did, he snatched her the forms of the body through the dresses and it skimmed