Did I Seduce You Mr Jacques

by James Al Greco

  When I reached the kitchen, I was confronted with my half burnt eggs, which were spitting like firecrackers, in the frying pan but I hadn’t the energy to make more. I served them on the dining table in the living room and I waited for her to come downstairs so we could eat.

  “They’ll go cold!” I cried out.

  I saw her coming out her room in a short dress, drying her hair with a small towel.

  “I’m coming. Don’t rush,” she said as she was walking down the stairs.

  I was completely frozen still thinking of the scene where I saw her wet in the bathroom. That particular image was stuck in my mind and I refused to take it out of my thoughts.

  “Hey mister! Where have you drifted to?” she said again, waving her hand in front of me.

  “I’m okay. I burnt them a bit but they taste good.”

  “It’s fine,” she said, eating a forkful.

  As soon as we finished eating, her mobile phone began ringing and she ran towards her bedroom. I was almost certain that it was her boyfriend. It was more than obvious that she wanted to go and speak with him.

  I washed the dishes and followed her upstairs to go to rest. Just before I went in my bedroom, I heard whispering coming from her room. I stood for a while outside her bedroom, trying to hear what she was saying to her boyfriend.

  At first it was all sweet talk but then the conversation took a turn to a wilder and sexual nature that made me breathe intensely.

  I heard her tell him what underwear she was wearing and what she would like them to do if they were together tonight and other teenage playful chatter.

  I felt really uncomfortable and even though I didn’t want to leave that spot, I returned to my room, closing the door quietly. The hours went by and I was trying to sleep. I closed my eyes and forced myself to rest. I couldn’t sleep. I twisted and turned in my bed thinking of that young girl’s face looking at me in an erotic and sexual way!

  At four in the morning I went downstairs to drink a glass of water and when I went back up, I heard Eve in the next room whispering and panting softly.

  From curiosity, I turned towards her room and was ready to knock on her door to see if she was alright.

  Lifting my hand, I hesitated to knock and I pressed my ear against the door to figure out what was going on. To my surprise, I realized that it wasn’t talking I could hear from the room but sensual moans!

  Inside her room there was no one else, nor would she bring a boy without telling me. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She had morals and principles!

  “Alone?” I whispered.

  I kept my ear pressed against the wooden door. I couldn’t leave! It was impossible for me to go away!

  Her groans were very soft and cautious. She was trying to restrain herself so she wouldn’t shout out loud and I wouldn’t hear her. Her bed was squeaking slightly, clearly from the sudden movements she was making with her pelvis and her legs. At one point, she let out a soft shriek, a girlish scream and it seemed like she was enjoying a vigorous and intense orgasm.

  I knew that what I was doing wasn’t right, but I was so focused on this magical image that I had created in my mind that I was literally turned on by this erotic and passionate teenager! She really aroused me and I couldn’t resist.

  As she finished, I heard her breathe out with relief and then there was silence.

  I left her door and returned to my room.

  “Seventeen years old!” I thought…

  But still it was absolutely normal for a girl of her age.

  I couldn’t sleep all night! The uninhibited sexual activity of the teenage girl aroused my brain and body in levels that I hadn’t felt before!

  The next morning, I woke up exhausted, after two hours sleep and I made a hot cup of coffee before I set off for another business meeting.

  Her bedroom door opened. She looked at me half asleep, ready to fall down from tiredness.

  “Good morning,” she said barely waving her hand.

  “Good morning, Eve.” I turned my eyes away, so I wouldn’t start having those thoughts again.

  She went into the bathroom and I drank my coffee quickly and left.

  Neither during the way there, nor at work could I think clearly! I was tortured constantly by the sexual images that were going round in my head and wouldn’t let me concentrate on anything else but the alluring image of the pure and innocent young girl, who I had staying in my house.

  As I was returning home late in the evening, I felt a strange nervousness that I couldn’t understand. I felt like I was pressured psychologically and emotionally to the point that I could hardly bare it. I went in the house and saw Eve sitting and watching television, chewing chewing-gum.

  “You’re leaving,” I suddenly exclaimed.

  “Hello, Jacques. Where am I going? Will we go together somewhere?”

  “No, it’s you that’s going…” I continued, putting my bag angrily on the table.

  “What are you saying? I don’t understand,” she said naively.

  “You can’t stay here any longer,” I said sharply, knowing that from the day she set foot here, I couldn’t rest and I was tense all the time. On edge!

  “But why? What did I do? Tell me. If I did something to annoy you, I want to know and I apologize.” She was upset.

  “It wasn’t anything you did.”

  “Then what? So suddenly. I thought we were having fun.”

  “We are having a great time sweetheart, but this can’t keep going on. It isn’t possible.”

  “Why, Jacques?” she was waiting for an answer.

  “I am a bachelor, all alone, with only my loneliness for company and I can’t have you staying here forever. You are a young girl. A little girl full of life and enthusiasm,” I said and sat on the sofa.

  “Does that matter?”

  “Of course it matters! It matters a lot!”

  She said nothing. She put her head down, went up the stairs and headed to her room.

  My eyes were wide open and I was preoccupied staring around the living room in a way that revealed that I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t want her to leave nor did I want her to stay! I couldn’t leave her alone in the streets or send her to be taken care of at an institution. Then again how could I live with her! Living with a teenage girl would be very hard.

  This girl really excites me! She brings alive all my erotic fantasies and she is not even eighteen years old!

  “Oh, god, why did I have to meet her?” I murmured, pressing my thumb against my forehead.

  I had my eyes closed, I heard a noise. I was startled and open my eyes again. It was her bedroom door. She shut it and started coming down the stairs, holding a suitcase.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Didn’t you say that I had to leave?”

  “And where are you going to go?”

  “I don’t know. Probably I’ll stay in a hotel for a few days until I see what I’m going to do. I might even go to the police.”

  “Don’t the police know that you are here after your stepmother died?”

  “No. Nobody knows whether I exist or not. My stepmother hadn’t adopted me officially. She just took care of me at her house and I wasn’t registered anywhere. Nobody is going to take any interest in me’ she responded and kept on heading towards the front door.

  “Then what are you going to do?”

  “I don’t know, Jacques. I’m going to leave and I hope we’ll meet someday,” she said softly.

  “No, no. Stay with me, please.”

  “But you just said…”

  “I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I was pressured from work. I don’t want you to leave. Honestly, I need you,” I said, closing my eyes to calm down!

  I didn’t know what I wanted. Or rather I knew that I wanted her and I desired her a lot, that was why I was confused.

  She dropped her suitcase on the floor and sat next to me.

  “Thank you,” she said.

  I turned around and saw her del
ighted look and this made me want to protect her even more and not let anything harm her. It’s a shame such a good and pure soul to get crushed in the hands of ruthless men. I pondered.

  “Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked her. Her face shone instantly. The joy I gave her was indescribable. With a single sentence I made her happy again! She sprung up and climbed the stairs quickly so she would get dressed!

  The endless energy she had and her wild manner, made me not want to ever let her go from my house. Something that was impossible and I knew that one day we’d have to say the final goodbye. Until then, though, I would surrender to her carefree adolescence!

  We went outside and her soft hand tightly held mine. She walked in front of me at a quick pace. It looked like she wanted to lead me somewhere. I watched her smiling as she walked and I kept asking her where she was taking me. She wouldn’t answer. The only answer I got was, “Shh…patience.”

  At some point we took a sudden turn around a corner and she pushed open a barber’s door, dragging me inside. I was surprised!

  “What are we doing here?” I asked, stepping backwards.

  “Didn’t I tell you that you had to have a haircut?” she said charmingly and kept on pulling me.

  The barber smiled at me and signalled for me to sit down on the chair.

  “Your daughter is beautiful,” he said.

  I gave him a look and didn’t answer, even though you could tell on Eve’s face her embarrassment after hearing the barber’s comment.

  I indulged her once more and sat on the chair. The barber began cutting my hair and then to finish, he took the hair clippers to make it even shorter.

  I looked at myself in the mirror and I was literally transforming into somebody else.

  “A new man,” the barber commented.

  I stood up and noticed that Eve was looking at me with a strange look.

  “What? Isn’t it nice?” I asked, as I paid the barber and we went outside.

  “With all the respect I have for you, sir…”

  “We said not sir, only Jacques,” I interrupted her.

  “Okay, Jacques. I’d like to tell you something but I don’t know how you’ll react.”

  “Come on, tell me! I’ll take it just fine don’t worry.”

  “I just wanted to say that you’re a very handsome man.”

  “Yeah, right… I wouldn’t say I’m handsome, but thank you anyway,” I said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with what she had said.

  I didn’t let her know, but she made me feel like a small child who is happy to be flattered and complimented. She made me regain my confidence, which I had lost completely over the years.

  We spent another fantastic evening, walking around, chatting and joking. I laughed a lot and I really needed it. We returned home refreshed and I, after many years, with short hair.

  “Thank you for taking care of me and for letting me stay at your house.”

  “No, I thank you for the moments you are sharing with me, little devil.”

  “So, what are we going to do tonight?”

  “Like what?”

  “Do you like movies?” she asked happily.

  “Even though I don’t watch television much, I enjoy good films. Why are you asking? Have you any suggestions?”

  “Yes. I went to a video club this morning and rented two good, romantic films. If you want, we could watch them together.”

  “I’d really like that. I’ll go upstairs to have a shower and I’ll be right back.”

  As I was in the shower under the hot water and the steam, I was thinking of her face when she was having her intense orgasm and her groans of pleasure and I couldn’t control myself. I was aroused physically and mentally by the idea. I was trying to erase the image of her and think of something else, but I couldn’t. When I finished my shower, I put on a pair of casual tracksuit bottoms and went downstairs.

  “Eve? Where are you?” I shouted. “Eve?” I cried out again.

  “I’m coming,” she said from upstairs and came out her room. I saw her walking down the stairs wearing a short, pink nightgown.

  “Eve, don’t you want to wear something more…”

  “More? Tell me,” she asked naively and with innocence.

  “Pyjamas, some trousers? So you feel more comfortable.”

  “Jacques, I feel so comfortable around you, like you are my brother,” Eve replied innocently and unsuspectingly.

  “Your brother? Good job you didn’t say like your father,” I said, laughing.

  “Well, not my father. You look a lot younger than your age.”

  “Thank you, but I’ve only known you for a week. I’m merely a stranger. Haven’t you thought that I could be dangerous or that I could want to take advantage of you?” I asked, trying to talk some sense into her. She began laughing.

  “You? A dangerous man? I’ve asked all around the neighbourhood about you and they only had good things to say. All these years you haven’t created any problems and you have always been very discrete.”

  “Yes, that is true. My whole life has been work and home.”

  “Besides, you took me from the streets to protect me. How is it possible that you would want to harm me?”

  “Harm you? No, for heaven sake.”

  “You see… you are a great person. I can tell. As for my nightdress, I feel very comfortable. I don’t mind, except if it bothers you,” she responded.

  “Me? No. Not at all,” I said. I was at a loss for a few seconds. I couldn’t explain to her the sick and violent fantasies that were overtaking me! Nor did I dare verbalize my previous wild erotic behaviour! With what she was wearing she turned me on and made me have forbidden and sexual thoughts. It hadn’t even occurred to her that my imagination could roam free and she thought that I could never look at her in an erotic way. She was a trusting girl and meant well. In her mind everything was harmless without any dangers or cruelty.

  We played the DVD on the television and we started watching the film. I’d put a chilled bottle of wine on the table and I drank some during the film.

  At some point she stood up and went in the kitchen. She took a glass and sat down to drink some wine with me.

  “No…” I said, moving my finger from side to side. I grabbed the bottle from the table and placed it next to me.

  “Come on. I’m not a baby, I’ve drunk wine before.” She pulled the bottle towards her.

  “I shouldn’t let you because you aren’t eighteen and it’s not allowed.”

  “Jacques, I think you are wrong. I’m not as young as you think,” she said with a grin and began filling her glass.

  One glass led to another and she was beginning to get drunk. She seemed dizzy.

  “Stop!” I said, trying to take the glass from her hands.

  “Jacques! I’m seventeen years old and I am responsible for my actions. I’m not ten!”

  I sat down again in my seat and continued watching the film. I didn’t respond to the young girl because she’d drunk plenty of wine and I couldn’t have a sensible conversation with her. But from the way she was speaking she looked like she meant everything she said.

  “Do you like the film?” she asked after a while, looking sleepy and dizzy.

  “The film is good, Eve, but you are drunk and I’m the one to blame for that,” I exclaimed, taking the empty bottle away from her.

  “I really like you,” she whispered and started laughing, light-headedly.

  “Eve, pull yourself together! You’ve had too much to drink. The best thing would be for you to go to your bedroom and go to sleep,” I said and nudged her to wake up and get up.

  “Just a little while longer,” she whispered softly and stretched her legs, placing them on mine.

  I had already started to feel uncomfortable. That young girl was driving me crazy with her casual and laid back manner.

  Her nightgown was so short and by the way she had placed her legs on mine I could see her black, lacy underwear. I knew it was sick and ir
rational but I did it. It was impossible not to look and my eyes were distracted from the film and had focused on her!

  I touched her slim calves with my palm. They were so smooth and soft that I could caress them for infinite hours and gaze at them. Not only that, she had stretched her arms behind her head and through her nightdress I could see outlined the shape of her hard and youthful nipples.

  The erotic pose she had taken on the sofa combined with last night, made me fantasize and break out in a sweat. I stretched my arm to slightly touch her hard nipple! When my hand was a few centimetres above her breast, I withdrew it immediately! This couldn’t go on any longer and I stood up quietly from the sofa without her realizing. I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of cold water to pull myself together!

  Going back into the living room, I saw her in an even more provocative pose! She was lying face down and her nightdress had ridden up a bit higher, revealing her firm and well-shaped buttocks, which were raised up. Perfection!

  What a strange image! A young, sensitive girl, a tender teenager, who looks so humble and pure and at the same time an explosive woman! A wild girl with passion!

  “What a contrasting and wonderful combination,” I whispered, gazing at her.

  I opened the front door to go out and have a cigarette. The cold breeze cooled my sweaty face and I came to my senses!

  I finished my ever so enjoyable cigarette and went inside to the living room. The film had ended and Eve was still in the same position.

  “What careless positions do young girls take?” I whispered. “Hey… Eve… you fell asleep,” I said quietly but there was no response.

  I kept nudging her and at some point she woke up. She lifted her head with her hair all tangled and she looked at me like puppies do.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “You fell asleep that was what I’ve been trying to tell you all this time. Go upstairs to lie down.”

  ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” she said and before she got up from the sofa, she realized that her nightdress had ridden up so high that she touched her naked behind with her hand and got embarrassed!

  I saw the way she sprung up with red cheeks, while pulling her nightdress down to cover her buttocks. She bit her lips nervously because of her awkward position and started going up the stairs towards her bedroom.