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As you might expect from a young man, it was over all too quickly, although neither of them knew better.

Arthur asked her to the annual New Year's Eve gala at the Wilkinson School for Young Men; snuck her into his dorm room, and Victoria dropped her knickers without being prompt. "Arthur, it felt so good last time. I want you to; I want you to do it again."

Victoria thought having a man inside her the second time was much better. "Arthur, thank you." Like Elizabeth, Victoria thought of herself a lady, but "I like the feeling of your cock inside me. When can we do this again?"

Victoria wasn't the only girl at the Cavendish School nearing graduation who did not want to leave with her virginity intact.

Alberta Tompkins heard rumors that there were girls at the Cavendish School who were no longer virgins. She was never a leader among her classmates; always a follower. When the rumor mill let her know that Elizabeth Kendricks lost her virginity to Edward Royster, she just had to lose hers.

When she had a chance, she approached him. If he was good enough for Elizabeth Kendricks, he was good enough for her.

To her incredibly shocking surprise, Edward turned her down. If you read ‘Have You Thought About Eating My Pussy?' you know that he was busy underneath Headmistress Frances Conway's skirt. Alberta Tompkins was the most beautiful girl in the school, and she knew it. She could not believe that she'd been turned down.

She cried herself to sleep night after night wondering what she had to do to lose her virginity. It was only six months until graduation.

When she went home for Christmas, she confided in her best friend's mother, Mrs. Chatsworth. "I-I am so ready to be a woman. I can't stand it."

"And you say that all your friends have lost theirs?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Chatsworth was almost fifty and no longer interested in the foolishness that happened in bed. In fact, four years earlier she insisted on separate bedrooms. Mr. Chatsworth was displeased. Lady Chatsworth allowed him the warmth of her bed only a few times a year.

The last time was just a few days ago on Christmas Eve. She tolerated his invasion but was disgusted. Under her breath she mumbled, ‘hurry up and finish.'

"Miss Tompkins, if you are certain this is the road you wish to travel, I have a suggestion for you."

"It is, Mrs. Chatsworth, oh it is. I'm certain."

Alberta was shocked at her suggestion.

Mr. Chatsworth was just as shocked. He'd cheated on his wife before; and he thought she was not oblivious. Usually with prostitutes. Now, she was offering her permission, and with an eighteen-year-old girl. A virgin. What could be better?

Mrs. Chatsworth made it her business to be far away from their home when Alberta arrived. She'd played her part in this sordid exercise. She didn't want or need to know the particulars.

"Miss Tompkins it is good to see you again. It's been five or six years, hasn't it?"

"Yes sir."

"You were just a girl then. You're a young lady now."

"Thank you, sir."

"You know why you're here and I know why you're here. Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes, Mr. Chatsworth, I'm ready. Please take me."

He insisted that she undress for him. Ladies were embarrassed to even show their ankles in the 1820's. Their clothing hid their breasts. Mr. Chatsworth wanted to see all of her.

Reluctantly, and with great embarrassment she took off one piece of clothing at a time until she stood in front of him naked. She was blushing. "Miss Tompkins, you are a vision. You're not just a young lady, you're a woman."

"Mr. Chatsworth, I don't feel like a woman. Hopefully, I will when I leave here."

"I hope so, too, Miss Tompkins. Now, I suppose you want to see what a man looks like naked."

"Ummmm, I-I . . ."

"You never have, have you?" He started.

She sat on his bed while he undress. She was shocked. She had no idea that men looked like her puppy or her horse; not that Mr. Chatsworth was small like her dog or big like her horse.

Once naked, he pushed Alberta on her back, and fondled her breasts. Unlike his wife's which on the rarest of occasions over the last few years, she'd given him access, Alberta's were firm and perky. Unlike Mrs. Chatsworth's whose were udder-like, "Miss Tompkins you are lovely."

Soon, his fingers were between her legs. Although he had lots of experience, Chatsworth's finger quickly entered her. He slid it in and out. Alberta moaned. His finger felt weird.

Mr. Chatsworth was pleased that she felt so slippery. "My dear, I think you're ready."

"Yes, please Mr. Chatsworth take me."

He was gentle but relentless: pushing, pushing, pushing. Mrs. Chatsworth warned her that there might be some pain. It was tolerable.

It was tolerable because she was becoming a woman.

It wasn't all that great, but she didn't expect it to be. Afterall, the very idea was to please a man. Alberta thought Mr. Chatsworth was pleased. "You are an incredible young woman, Alberta. That was wonderful. I hope to see you again."

"Mr. Chatsworth, how about tomorrow? I can visit you any time. If not tomorrow, the next day?"

With Mrs. Chatsworth's blessing, Alberta Tompkins visited Mr. Chatsworth a half dozen times during her Christmas recess.

Back at school, her teachers and classmates noticed that Alberta seemed more confident and carried herself different. She only let her very closest friends know what was different. "Jane, I'm a woman, and it's glorious."

"What was it like? I'd like to try it."

"Let me tell you . . ."

The tradition slowly evolved with Alberta Tompkins help; Cavendish girls were deflowered by older gentlemen.

TO BE CONTINUED

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