Did I Seduce You Mr Jacques

by James Al Greco

  “Good night,” she said, as she continued tugging down her nightdress with both her hands.

  “Good night, Eve.”

  I wasn’t sleepy and I stayed down in the living room, reading my book. Two hours passed and I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I yawned from tiredness. It was definitely a sign of exhaustion and sleepiness.

  Before I went to bed, I stood outside her bedroom door and pressed once more my ear against the door. This time there was absolute silence. No groans or erotic breathing, nothing.

  The door was ajar and I couldn’t bear the curiosity. I pushed it slightly and managed to peep in the room.

  She had tossed all the sheets on the floor and was sleeping wearing only her sexy underwear, revealing her slender and firm body, lying completely relaxed on the bed.

  I shut the door and slapped my cheeks hard to bring myself around. I laid down on my soft mattress and cleared my mind from every thought I had, so I could fall asleep.

  That night I had a dream of making love to her. I can’t say whether it was crazy or irrational but I can say with certainty that it was the best nightmare I had ever had.

  The next day I didn’t have any important work to do. I just went down to the basement to take a look at some of my own work and then I went up to the living room so we could start the Italian lessons, which we had delayed already.

  “Buon Giorno, Signorina Eve,” I said loudly. “Scedere!” I exclaimed again, shouting her to come downstairs.

  “Good morning.” she whispered, coming out of her bedroom. “What’s the matter with you, talking like that first thing in the morning?” she asked from upstairs and began walking down the stairs with difficulty.

  “Didn’t we say we would start Italian lessons?”

  “Yes, we did. Please, let’s start tomorrow and not today.”

  “No, sweetheart. Today…”

  “Please, let us at least wake up first; have something to drink, go for a walk and then we can begin!” she said half asleep, letting her body drop down on the sofa.

  “Your breakfast is waiting for you, as is your juice and we’ll have our walk after we have finished our lesson!”

  “Okay…” she said, frowning.

  “Bene!” I responded in Italian.

  She was very clever and a quick learner. She took in the vocabulary very fast and the structure of the sentences from English to Italian.

  We were sitting at the dining table, opposite each other and our first lesson was about the basics. The alphabet and some vocabulary. I teased her sometimes telling her that she had to repeat a sentence over and over again and she got angry. She threw the pen at me or whatever else she could find.

  There were more than a few times when I asked her a question in Italian and she looked at me stupidly. I did it on purpose because I liked the cute way she reacted.

  Many times she got up from the table intending to quit, but I caught up to her and dragged her back, sitting her down on her chair.

  I hadn’t taught before and I didn’t know how, but it turns out there isn’t any specific way. The main thing is to come close to your students and figure out the way they think. Then you have won them over.

  After an enjoyable two-hour lesson, we went for ice-cream like I had promised her.

  We laughed a lot again. The little one was teasing me continually, blurting out nonsense words in Italian while we were walking.

  Day by day, I became more alive and I was turning into the old happy and charming Jacques. I didn’t want this fairy tale, which I was living with her, to end and every day we were coming closer to each other.

  The carnival weekend had finally arrived and I couldn’t wait to take her to see it up close up. She’d always wanted to go to Venice’s carnival as she’d told me repeatedly!

  All the streets were like works of art! Lights everywhere, streamers scattered in the alleys and everybody was wandering around wearing masks and beautiful costumes that were reminiscent of medieval times.

  These were the best days of the year in Venice…

  As I was coming back from work to my house, I heard my phone ringing. I saw that my one and only companion was calling me. My young rebel!

  “Hello,” I said as soon as I answered her call.

  “In half an hour at St. Mark’s square.”

  “What?”

  “At St. Mark’s square, where the big carnival party is taking place. Bye!” she said abruptly.

  “Hey, wait Eve…” I exclaimed, but it seemed like I was talking to myself since the reckless teenager had already put the phone down!

  Standing in the middle of the road, I began smiling, still holding my phone in my hand. I was bewitched and a slave to her innocence. She was beginning to be a part of me.

  Since the young lady hadn’t left me any choice, I left my things at home and went out to meet her as she had told me! Or rather as she had instructed me!

  As I walked, I observed the crowd that seemed carefree and cheerful and you could tell this from the energy and enthusiasm that radiated from them.

  When I arrived at St. Mark’s square, I was confronted by hundreds of people that were gathered there.

  “Eve, how on earth are we going to find each other in this crowd?” I wondered, whispering softly and I called her on her mobile phone, which she had switched off, of course!

  “Okay, little girl… I’ll play your game,” I said, having already taken the decision to wear a costume and lose myself in the crowd.

  I went into a small shop and my attention was drawn to a mask that was half white and half black and came with a tall hat. I took them and walked towards the cashier.

  “A very fine choice, sir,” the cashier said.

  “Why is that?” I asked, pulling some money out to pay.

  “This particular mask portrays the personality and our hidden self. It shows that every man has two sides. The good and the evil…”

  I looked him in the eyes for a few seconds! I took the receipt and wore the mask.

  “You are absolutely right…” I whispered and opened the shop door.

  The cashier kept on staring at me with a strange look until I went out the shop. I glanced at him once more through the shop window and I was on my way.

  After leaving the shop I took a deep breath and began walking through thousands of people, believing that I would find her!

  Everyone was accidentally pushing me. There were so many people it was unbelievable, but I enjoyed the experience immensely after so many years.

  As I was wandering along, having covered my face with the mysterious mask, a stranger, wearing a gold mask with feathers on his head, gave me his hand and waited for my reaction. It seemed like he wanted to invite me to dance. It wasn’t something unusual in Venice’s carnival. On the contrary, it was very common. It wasn’t the time for meeting new people and dancing. I had to find Eve and I gently pushed the stranger on the shoulder so I could pass through.

  He stood in front of me and blocked my way! I tried to look past the mask at his eyes but it was dark and with the commotion that was going on I couldn’t tell who it was or what he looked like.

  I touched the stranger’s hand and felt my heart pounding fast. From the slender fingers and the small silky palm, I could tell that it was a woman’s hand and its texture made me certain that I had touched it before!

  “Good evening, Jacques…” the girl whispered in a young voice and my eyes immediately focused on her!

  At that moment, the yellow light coming from the tall lamppost in the square shone on her bright blue eyes that were radiating with happiness!

  “Eve?” I asked hesitantly.

  “Yes, Jacques, it’s me…”

  She found me! It’s impossible! Among thousands of people she managed to find me!

  Dragging me to the centre of the square, we began dancing a superb tango that sounded from the square’s loudspeakers. My inhibitions and caution disappeared when I heard the song. I could dance the tango very well si
nce it was my favourite dance!

  She guided me with her steps and we continued to dance opposite each other, like we were two strangers that had met at the carnival.

  I held her around her waist and pulled her closer to me. I pressed my face against her mask so I could see her, but she turned her head right so I wouldn’t look at her and kept on dancing passionately, drawing me in this sensual dance.

  We danced surrounded by dozens of people who gave us room to let us show our skills in dancing. She turned swiftly and pressed her body against mine. She wrapped her leg around me and leaned backwards. I held her tight. Her head was nearly touching the floor! She then lifted herself onto the tips of her toes, coming closer to me.

  “You can’t escape me, Jacques…” she whispered, gazing into my eyes through her golden mask! She did a charming pirouette, unravelling her body and returned to my arms. Suddenly, she freed her hands and stopped holding me! She looked at me and started running, lifting her long dress and signalling for me to follow her.

  “Wait!”

  I ran after her, pushing the people that were in the way so I could catch up to her. At some point I naturally lost sight of her! I had managed to push through the crowd in the square and found myself in a steep, dark alley a short distance away.

  I took off my mask and looked around to find her. She was playing an exhausting but exciting game with me.

  “Eve?” I shouted. Total silence. The voices and the music that were coming from the square could be barely heard.

  All of a sudden, a black scarf appeared in front of my face and covered my eyes tightly.

  “Who is it? Eve?” I exclaimed terrified and tried to move the scarf with my hand.

  “Shhh… don’t be afraid. It’s me, Jacques,” the little one responded and put my hand down preventing me from taking the scarf off my eyes. I remained in the darkness. She led me, holding my hand and made me sit on a wooden bench.

  “Is it necessary to be blindfolded?” I asked.

  “It is…”

  “How did you recognize me, you nuisance, in that crowd since I was wearing a mask?” She sat next to me and placed her legs on mine.

  She reached out her hand and ran her fingers over my cheek, bringing her face closer to mine. I couldn’t see her but I felt her warm, youthful breath on my lips and my heart was pounding like never before!

  “No… it’s not right!” she mumbled smiling and put her mask back on again and continued running.

  “Wait!” I exclaimed, taking off the scarf and began running after her.

  After our playful chase and the delightful dance, we arrived outside my house and I saw again her childlike and bright face smiling at me.

  “Only the word ‘amazing’ could describe that day.”

  “And for me, Jacques, it was an amazing experience. I really wanted to go to the carnival.”

  “Where did you learn to dance so well?”

  “I’ve loved dancing since I was very young and took ballet and tango lessons.”

  “Eve?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m alive because of you.”

  “Excuse me?” she said, puzzled.

  “I want you to know that you give me strength to keep on living and because of you I am alive again.”

  “You are exaggerating, Jacques,” she said in a soft voice, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek and said good night and went to her room.

  My blond angel was the most precious thing I had in my life!

  Εight months had passed since the day I had met her and we felt more comfortable with each other and the little one didn’t keep a distance from me any longer. She felt more familiar and comfortable and clearly felt freer with me.

  One beautiful summer evening, I returned home filled with joy, holding a colourful box!

  “Hello, little one!” I exclaimed as I opened the door.

  “Hi,” she said and got up from the sofa to embrace me!

  “How are you?”

  “What’s wrong? You don’t look very well.”

  “Nothing…” she murmured.

  “Happy Birthday!!!” I shouted out loud, giving her the box with the cake in it! Her expression changed at once! She transformed from dull and indifferent to happy and jolly! She grabbed the box from my hands and was acting like a small child that gets excited with presents.

  “Thank you, thank you! You are great. You remembered me…” she said looking at me in the eyes.

  “How could I forget my favourite girl’s birthday?”

  “You are so kind…” she said. She put the cake on the table and came near me, giving me a tender hug. I felt her breasts pressed against me and her arms were wrapped around me so tight that I could hardly breathe.

  “You are the best man I have ever met,” she said, looking into my eyes. I was lost in her blue eyes and gazed at her as if I was hypnotized.

  She approached me somewhat threatening and with a swift move she held my head in her small hands and immobilized me so she could stare in my eyes. I didn’t know what she intended to do and she caused me great confusion and nervousness with her attitude.

  She had a playful expression that overflowed with passion and she pressed hard her juicy lips on mine, sucking softly my bottom lip!

  I felt my soul separating from my body! The feeling of the girl’s moist and juicy lips on mine was dreamy! She didn’t know how to kiss well but that was what attracted me most and what made me desire her.

  She kissed in a very childish and awkward way. She was so voluptuous and had such passion in her that made even the simplest kiss feel like real heaven.

  She didn’t stop there! With another movement she merged her lips with mine, this time hesitantly using the tip of her tongue, which gave me a pleasant tingling sensation.

  I was in ecstasy and was drunk from her youthful taste but I couldn’t go on! Something inside me was telling me that, as much as I wanted, I couldn’t start a romantic adventure or relationship with such a young girl.

  “Sweetheart, please…” I whispered in her ear and I lowered her hands from my face.

  “You are right. I’m sorry, it was my mistake,” she mumbled and she picked up the cake from the table awkwardly, putting it down on the kitchen counter.

  When she returned to the living room, her white cheeks had taken on a pale pink colour from shame and her eyes were downcast.

  “Eve?”

  “I know, Jacques! I’m an idiot. I’m stupid! It was silly of me,” she said, feeling angry at what she had done.

  “No, no, I didn’t mean that, little one…”

  Inside me I was thinking that I wanted her like nothing else in my life! I would die only to hold her tight in my arms and hear her shouting out in pleasure! To feel her warm and pure body move on mine with an intense, frantic rhythm and

  unrelenting tension! To kiss her soft lips for hours and touch every inch of her body. But it was impossible! With this particular girl it was different! I was unable to fulfil my impure desires! I couldn’t act on my vile pervasion with her! She was an angel!

  I stood up and gave her a regular kiss on the cheek, embracing her casually. I walked to the kitchen to calm myself, crying silently. I didn’t want her to notice. I didn’t want her to see me cry! I was a sick man and dangerous for her! For any human being that came near me, I felt like a wild animal isolated and hidden in its cave. On the other hand, I couldn’t send her away from me. I wanted her near me, next to me.

  I splashed plenty of cold water on my face and I tried to change the uncomfortable atmosphere that was lingering between the two of us. I came out the kitchen and began singing ‘happy birthday’, holding the cake in my hands and I headed towards the living room. I instantly saw her beautiful lips form an incredible smile.

  I lit all eighteen candles on the cake and I waited for her to stand up and blow them out.

  “Before you blow them out, make a wish,” I reminded her.

  She fixed her eyes on me and after smiling wit
h satisfaction, she took a deep breath and blew out all the candles at once.

  “Thank you again,” she said, looking with sadness at the candles, which were smoking slightly. She was probably still thinking of the kiss she had given me and was feeling a bit annoyed, I thought.

  We had already forgotten about the sudden kiss or rather we were pretending that we had forgotten about it and we started greedily eating our chocolate cake.

  “Very tasty,” I said.

  “Yes, chocolate cake is my favourite,” she said, putting another piece in her mouth.

  Her lips were covered with bits of dark chocolate. I reached out to clean them with my fingers using gentle movements. They were so soft and tender that I kept on stroking them even though I had cleaned all the chocolate from them.

  She was laughing and pressing her lips together playfully. As soon as I took my hand away, she used the tip of her tongue to lick round them to make sure I had completely cleaned them. She was one of a kind!

  “And because you can’t have a birthday without presents, I would like you to stand up.”

  “Jacques, what are you saying?” she said, with the spoon still in her mouth.

  “Come on, stand up,” I instructed her, pulling her by her hand.

  The unsuspecting teenager looked confused and she didn’t know what I was trying to do.

  “Regalo,” I said in Italian and took out a maroon box from my jacket.

  “Jacques, what have you gone and bought?” she shook her head.

  I came close to her and as soon as I was in front of her, I made a sudden turn and stood behind her.

  She stood still, waiting for what would happen next, until a brilliant platinum necklace lightly cooled her warm, slender neck.

  I placed my hands over her head and I fastened the beautiful jewellery, slightly touching her elegant back.

  I chose a simple, plain one and not too fancy because I knew what she liked. I brought a small mirror so she could see it on herself.