A private diary

Dear Diary,

I've decided that, after hearing the nature of my employment, I shall keep a journal for observations about the cases I'm employed on and keep my private affairs separate in this lovely diary Mr Barlow provided. This is, as he put it, a practical matter as he'll be reviewing my journal as he looks for clues and "needn't concern himself with the emotions of a child". It was with great shame I handed over the journal I'd already written in since being here. He flipped through it, not really reading anything (the saucier entries were in French anyway, which I doubt he can read).

Also, now that I have a private diary, complete with its own lock and key, I feel at ease to write my true tale without fear of it being perused by a random steward or inspector. I am not quite the innocent, naive girl I made out to be in the other journal. While I am still physically a maiden, I have known the pleasures of the flesh. The first time was at a winemaking festival my father was throwing.

The other girls and I were barefoot, out skirts hiked up to above our knees as we squished the grapes with our feet. The entire town took part in this festival in our little villa outside of Paris. It was I, Elaine, and Sabina in the grape vat, the fruit squishing between our toes as the men clapped and laughed and kept handing us wine. Soon, we were quite tipsy and laughing ourselves. Sabina clung to my arm as not to fall, and with a quick slip, she tumbled down to the bottom of the bin, taking my top down with her.

A great cheer rose from the crowd as my large breasts swung freely. It was all very festive at first. Elaine laughed at my blushing face. "Come now, Helen dear. We French don't have to be as prudish as our British overlords. Let us celebrate Bacchus the Gallic way!" she said, quickly pulling her dress over her head, and standing topless with only her bloomers to cover her. Sabina stood, looked at her ruined dress, and pulled it off as well. The crowd roared as us three topless maenads squished the grapes, drank the wine, and laughed as the violins played.

Elaine, who is two years my senior, slid her arm around my bare midriff. She took a bottle of wine, and poured it down the front of my body. My pale pink nipples hardened as the liquid covered my chest. Sabina placed her mouth at the bottom of my belly, drinking it up as it trickled down. Oh, how the crowd roared! I was laughing at how ticklish I was as Sabina handed me another glass of wine. She had a mischievious grin on her face, but I was far too distracted to care. As I raised it to my lips, she took that opportune moment to depants me!

I stood, shocked and posed with my arm up and my pants down, a woman drinking the red wine that was spilling off my now nude body, her mouth following it lower and lower as it flowed. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. My arm holding the glass. Elaine's lips at my waist, Sabina's laughter. The crowd's roar.

And with a quick snake of a tongue, Elaine took my virginity as the camera bulb flashed, immortalizing the moment. Now, one day, perhaps quite soon, I will be deflowered. However, it was then that I truly had sex for the first time. With one lick, Elaine and I briefly became lovers. I could feel her tongue press between my lips, the tip slowly curling. It traced the left side of my vaginal opening, ran snakily up the inside of my labia, over my clitoris, and then; like a frog's tongue, seemed to snap back in her mouth all the sudden. She grinned up at me, our eyes meeting. She knew what had happened, and she enjoyed it. I stopped laughing, and just stood there, breathing heavily, looking down at her as she rose, her hands rising along my winesoaked body.

It was at this point the crowd was near frenzy. Someone's Grandmother or something had seen enough of this indecency, and started to wag her finger, invoking the Virgin Mary, and casting wrinkly angry glances in our direction. Elaine hugged me as she ranted, her body pressed to mine.
"Come see me after we are done." she whispered, her soft words drowning out the thunderous crowd. I held my breath, and nodded.

After our turn was over, we found our way back into now ruined clothes, much to the disappointment to the crowd. We awkwardly thanked those who gave us compliments, and left the crowd behind to make our way down to the river. Once there, we washed our feet, which were the most stained naturally. Elaine sat so close to me her arm would touch mine, or her leg. She slid into the water, dress and all, and made a little gasp at the temperature. Sabina smiled, and followed her. I sat about chest high to them, so when Elaine turned to me she got quite a view up my skirts.

"Here. I'll wash them for you." she said. I didn't know what else to do, so I let her soak and wash my feet, and then my ankles. She kept washing, up my calves, up my thighs, and the between them. I met her gaze as she slid her finger into me, her nail somewhat painfully pressed against my maidenhead. "Do you want me to?" she asked. Sabina looked on intensely. She had a lustful look in her eye. I started to cry. I thought of how my family would hate me if I were to be deflowered. The shame I would feel. I shook my head, a tear on my cheek.

"No." I said shakily, taking hold of her hand, and squeezing it. I kissed her fingers that were interlaced with mine. "but yes...if.." I said. She met my gaze, and smiled a sad but understanding smile. I giggled, and wiped the tear from my eye. She laughed as well.

We walked back to the festival, the three of us hand in hand and skipping. It was the best day of my life.