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, had become boring to her. She had galloped down all the paths for miles around, had thoroughly explored every place 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, until one escorted them away through a nearby door, 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 them.

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 real- ized 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 hands toyed with her breasts...

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 a 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 rendezvous. "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 moist making her conscious of her inner thighs, 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 on the mouth.

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 the roof 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 and moisture between her thighs increased as he slid his mouth on to her throat. Then she realized that he had unbut- toned her dress and slipped his hand inside her bodice to caress one taut breast.

"Stop...don't do that, Daniel!" she said sharply.

"Why?" he whispered in her ear. "Don't you like it?"

Jeanine couldn't be dishonest. "I do like it. But we shouldn't be doing this."

Daniel seemed angry. "You knew what you were getting into when you decided to meet me here. Why are you trying to stop now?"

"I didn't know what you wanted!" Jeanine cried, de- ciding she hadn't really known, no matter what her thoughts had been when he entered. "Besides, my father is a prominent man - he'll punish you for this."

Daniel chuckled. "I don't think he will, young lady." He said the word 'lady' sarcastically, as if she was one no longer. "You are the one who came to the docks, against your parents' wishes. You are the one who will receive the punishment, not I, if you tell our secret. I wouldn't be surprised if they disowned you for this."

"You're right," she whispered. "I can't tell them." She looked up at him pleading.

He flicked his tongue on her throat again, unknowingly feeding the fire in her clitoris. "Then I suggest you stop resisting. Perhaps you'll enjoy it."

Suddenly all the buttons of her dress were undone, and she found herself in only her chemise and undergar- ments. His shirt, too, was off, and she saw the dust- ing of hair on his chest, narrowing down to a line that led into his pants. She traced it with her finger.

"Would you like to find out where that leads to?" he asked. She nodded her assent. He slid his pants and underpants off and stood before her naked, a hardened shaft looking too wide for her fingers and thumb to encircle, pointing at her mouth.

"Kiss it," he ordered, drawing her face to his cock.

She moistened her lips, and he slid it into her mouth. He taught her what to do. She sucked on it, bobbing her head up and down, flicking her tongue on the head and shaft, circling the head with strokes of her tongue. The sensations that this caused deep within her urged her on to even more passion, almost as if she were starving for what he had to offer.

Suddenly, Daniel withdrew his penis from her mouth and quickly stripped her of the rest of her clothing. He told her to lie back and began to lick first her throat, then her nipples. His tongue flicked over her hard nipples, then encircled them. His mouth slowly took in more and more of her well formed breast, and she gasped in pleasure as he sucked hard on it. She had never even imagined how good this could feel.

His mouth slowly glided down her body, leaving wet kisses on her soft ivory stomach. He kissed the top of her mound and she moaned. He slid fully between her legs and tasted the moisture of her throbbing womanhood.

As his tongue worked her, she struggled to sit up. She couldn't let him do this!

He looked up at her. Her blonde hair had fallen out of its neat pins, and was tangled on her shoulders. Her face was flushed, her lips were moist, and her full breasts were heaving as she stared at him.

"Lie back," he commanded, a mixture of saliva and her juices staining his lips and dripping from one corner of his mouth, "or I can't eat your pussy."

Jeanine let her body rest on the bed, admitting to herself that she didn't want him to stop. His tongue flicked on her sensitive button a few more times, then he drew back.

"Kneel on the bed," he ordered. She rose onto her hands and knees. He knelt behind her lovely body and slid his fingers into her moist warm tunnel. "Now," he said to her, "I'm going to slip my cock inside you."

Jeanine felt an instant of pain as he entered her, followed by a thrill shooting from her body to her nipples. She moaned as he thrust again, sending streaks of fire to her breasts. Pleasure coursed over her as he stroked her breasts and whispered, "There's nothing I like better than a little virgin with a tight pussy and big tits."

Again and again he thrust into her, and she met him with every thrust. Just as the last thrill of exploding pleasure dissipated, she felt his body tense, and his cock pulsing inside her.

-=*=-

Against her will Jeanine made plans to see Daniel again the next day, at the same inn. At least she was no longer bored.

The End