The Adventures of Clarissa Hardy

by Chloe Gillis

  “I will fuck you!” he grunted, laboring gloriously. “Tell me you want me to fuck you!”

  Clarissa took up the cause eagerly. “Oh, Mr. Downs! Roger!” she nearly screamed. “Fuck me! I say, fuck me hard. Don’t stop. Please! Your cock! Your cock!”

  At that, he suddenly let out a huge breath, shuddered all over, and collapsed upon her, his face between her breasts. They lay still for a time, until their breathing had returned to a more normal level.

  At last, Roger raised himself up. He gave her twat a playful squeeze and stood up. “You have indeed stuck to your word,” he said. “However, I will need you to make another visit. You see, my wife no longer sleeps in my bed, and being a man who loves cunt, I will need to fuck you again.”

  Clarissa straightened her bustier and stockings. She stood and watched as he dressed. As he slipped his undershirt over his head, Clarissa made a swift motion and snatched up his collar stays and one cufflink from the desk. Discretely, she tucked them into her décolletage. He was none the wiser.

  Before she put her drawers and dress back on, she looked at him with narrowed eyes and said, “Mr. Downs, I understood the agreement was for today only.” She stood before him, purposely twirling the curly hair of her mons.

  Roger Downs gave a hearty laugh. “Ah, that is the way it may have started, but I think I like your little twat. It accommodates my cock quite nicely. And you taste good, too!” He approached her and slipped a finger between her legs up into her still hot cunt.

  Clarissa tried, but she could not suppress the thrill that surged through her.

  “We shall see, Mr. Downs,” she said, with forced determination. “Now let me dress.”

  He chuckled again and withdrew his finger.

  On her walk back home, Clarissa wrestled with some issues she had not foreseen, the most disturbing of which was the fact that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. Another meeting with Mr. Downs would not bother her in the least. In fact, she wished for it already. And yet, there was such a thing as loyalty, and she had gone into this with her best friend’s welfare at stake. There was nothing, not even a cock of such impressive size and wielded so expertly, as Mr. Down’s had been, that would sway Clarissa from her duty to her friend. The man was a cad and must be controlled.

  However, Clarissa Hardy was nothing if not resourceful. By the time she arrived home, she had worked out a further course of action that might benefit all parties concerned, not the least of which was herself. She skipped happily up the stairs and sat down at her writing desk. Taking pen in hand, she wrote the following:

  Dear Mr. Downs,

  Thank you for a wonderful time today. You do yourself proud as a teacher and as a man. I am an adventurous girl, that is true, but this was an adventure to be remembered always! Now, I must remind you of something. You spoke to me of modifying the original terms of our agreement. This was not to my liking—at first. However, on my walk home, I realized I had enjoyed myself so much that I would be jolly for another session at the time you propose. You may expect me at the appointed time and place.

  Your humble student,

  Clarissa Hardy

  P.S. In the event that you may be tempted to withdraw in any way from our agreement and from the overtures you promised to make to my dearest friend Miss Bonnie Lovell, I have taken your collar stays and a cufflink as a kind of insurance. In the event that something ugly occurs, I would not stop from returning said items. To Mrs. Downs.

  ~CH

  Clarissa glanced at the clock. It was nearly time for the big baseball game between the rival paper companies! She carefully folded the note, addressed it as private correspondence to the principal of the high school, and stamped the envelope. Quickly, she changed her clothing, skipped down the stairs, and set out for the ball park. She would post the letter on the way.

  Clarissa hummed to herself as she walked briskly along. Somehow, she couldn’t help but think, though she knew the thought was scandalous, that perhaps Bonnie Lovell had missed out!

  Part Two

  Clarissa Aboard Ship

  CLARISSA LEARNED OF HER NEXT ADVENTURE in a suspiciously similar manner as she had learned of her going off to finishing school. It was on a Saturday morning, again. At breakfast. Again. Her brother was absent from the table as he had been when the previous news had been leveled upon her. Her mother and father were both sitting in their more formal positions, one at each end of the table.

  Well, you can fool Clarissa Hardy once, but never a second time. She walked into the room, dressed in her tennis attire and quite hungry. She was meeting Bonnie Lovell for a set that morning. As soon as she surveyed the scene, she could smell trouble.

  “What’s going on?” she demanded, halting her approach at the door.

  “What do you mean, darling?” said her mother, in a tone far too innocent to be taken seriously.

  “Sit down, Clarissa,” said her father in his big baritone voice that he used for important occasions. “We’ve something to discuss with you.”

  “Oh, no!” sighed Clarissa crossly. “What’s happening to me now?”

  “Don’t be difficult, girl,” ordered her father. “Sit here by me.”

  Reluctantly, Clarissa crossed the room and plunked herself dejectedly into the chair at her father’s elbow.

  “Now, Clarissa,” piped up her mother from the far end of the table, “don’t be recalcitrant until you hear what your father is proposing.”

  “I’m proposing nothing!” said the senior Hardy firmly. “I’m telling the girl what she’s about this summer!”

  Clarissa rolled her eyes and prepared for the worst.

  “Clarissa, as you know, your mother has a dear first cousin who is married to Sir Terrance Handcock, in England. Now, Mama has recently received an invitation to Lady Handcock’s only daughter Annabelle’s wedding. Annabelle is to be married to William Barnes-Putnam on August tenth at the Handcock country estate outside London.”

  “How nice,” said Clarissa with a hint of sarcasm.

  Her father chose to ignore her as he continued. “Due to your mother’s delicate constitution, your brother’s internship at Harvard Law, and my current business dealings, we are not able to attend. You, however, my dear, seem to have very little going this season, so we’ve decided to send you as our family representative. Your ship sails on the tenth of July. I’ve telegraphed Sir Terrence to put forth our regrets, but explained you will represent our family eagerly.”

  Clarissa thought she had not heard correctly. A trip abroad? To England? It was a dream come true. She leaped up from her chair.

  “Now, don’t get hysterical on us,” said her father, holding up his hands, but Clarissa squealed and wrapped her arms around her father’s neck and showered him with kisses.

  “Oh, Daddy! Thank you! Thank you! A trip on my own! Abroad! Why, it’s a dream!” She turned and ran to her mother. “Oh, Mommy! I love you so much for this! I will indeed represent our family. You will be proud of me!” She gave her mother a big hug and kiss. “I am going to find Bonnie right now and tell her! Oh! Oh! So exciting!”

  July tenth came about much more quickly than Clarissa had anticipated. It was all she could do, with the help of Nan, to pack her new wardrobe and prepare for her trip. She sat on her bed the morning before the trip and waited for Nan to bring her some freshly starched blouses.

  It was a good time for a trip. Her father had spoken truthfully. She faced a fairly vapid summer. Nothing too exciting on the docket. Most of the loose ends were tied up. She had spoken to Eddie as soon as he had returned from school and graciously backed out of their association, pointing out there was much more for him outside the small town from whence they hailed and she had no right to hold him back from his future. He had taken it rather badly, at first, but Clarissa had no intention of resuming the relationship simply to provide Eddie with a learning outlet for his newly discovered sexual appetite. Bonnie Lovell was making happy plans with Harry for their wedding in the fall. After receiving C
larissa’s letter, Roger Downs had lived up to his word. He visited Bonnie, apologized, wished her happiness, and promised to behave in a strictly professional manner toward her in the future.

  And there was the only rub in Clarissa’s plan. It would be a little difficult to leave Roger Downs. Not so much because she valued his company or admired him. They rarely saw each other, except for the weekly meeting. However, Clarissa would dearly miss those weekly meetings. Having little in common except for their passion for sex, they had concentrated on perfecting their mutual interests. Roger had really taught her quite a lot, and she had succeeded in bringing him around to satisfying her own desires.

  He had taken the news with some disappointment and made her promise to resume their activities upon her return. Of course, Clarissa had promised. She did not look forward to a summer without some outlet for her physical needs. However, she reasoned, she would probably be so busy partaking of the new and interesting adventures upon which she was embarking, that she would be able to manage somehow.

  Most of the next day was a complete blur to Clarissa. Somehow, she and her parents had arrived at the boarding point. Somehow, she was at the railing, waving good-bye. Somehow, she found herself settling, with the help of a steward, into her first class cabin aboard the huge ship that would take her three thousand miles in less than a week! Exhausted, she lay back on the bed and fell asleep, only to awaken nearly three hours later to a knock at the door.

  Clarissa struggled against the grogginess that stupefied her and opened the door. A uniformed maid stood there with a silver tray. On the tray was an envelope with her name on it.

  “Message for you, miss,” said the maid.

  “Why, thank you,” replied Clarissa. Curious, she took the envelope and closed the door. The envelope bore the seal of the ship line and the name of the ship. It said “Captain Robert Windham” on the flap. Clarissa opened it. It was an invitation to her to join the captain and his party at their table for dinner on their first night at sea. Clarissa was thrilled.

  Hurriedly, she looked at herself in the mirror, hoping her eyes were not puffy from that impromptu nap. And she would have to decide what to wear. Oh, what a letter this would make to send Bonnie Lovell!

  The seven o’clock cocktail hour found Clarissa dressed in a lovely fringed peach number with adorable matching heels tied with satin ribbon. She wore long white gloves and carried a crystal beaded clutch, which held her lipstick and cigarettes. Around her high forehead, she wore a smashing headdress, sparkling with rhinestones. When her name was announced, she gave herself a covert glance as she passed the large mirror at the entry way to the dining room. She was pleased to see that she looked quite stunning. She would play the coquette tonight! There was no telling who one might meet at the captain’s table.

  Imagine Clarissa’s disappointment when, after two cocktails, and a pleasant mingling with some of the other travelers, she was escorted to the captain’s table and found it occupied by only the captain, a man of about fifty, his wife, his widowed younger sister, and two other couples older than her own mother and father! Why, there was nobody there with whom Clarissa could look forward to chumming about with during the voyage! However, she managed to hide her disappointment under a brilliant smile as she prepared to take her assigned seat beside the captain’s widowed sister, a handsome woman almost twenty years Clarissa’s senior. Still, Clarissa thought, these people might be some interesting boy’s parents or know some young people with whom she might enjoy her crossing.

  The men stood as the steward pulled out her chair and the captain introduced her all round. “Mr. and Mrs. Reginald Clarkson, Sir Anderson and Lady Ann Tallman, Mrs. Gertrude Windham, and my sister, Mrs. Eleanora Harriman, please welcome our most pleasant, and certainly youngest,” there was a titter round the table at that, “member of our party tonight, Miss Clarissa Hardy.” The gentlemen sat back down and conversation began.

  “Haha!” laughed Sir Anderson. “You are much too pleasing to the eye to be sitting at this table!” More good spirited laughter followed.

  “Oh, my,” smiled Clarissa demurely, “thank you for the compliment!”

  Mrs. Harriman patted Clarissa on the thigh reassuringly. “They are only being truthful, my dear. You are quite pretty, you know!” Here, she offered her hand to Clarissa, who took it politely.

  Clarissa was surprised at the strength of the woman’s handshake. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance,” continued Mrs. Harriman in a strong, firm voice. “I like the cut of your jib! I say, do you play tennis?”

  The first course had been placed before them and Clarissa chewed daintily on an oyster. “Why, yes,” she said, truly surprised. “How on earth did you make that out?”

  “Why, my dear, you have an athletic figure and the tone of your skin shows that you are outside and upright a good deal of the time. Like myself!”

  “I am so pleased to see your love of life returning, my dear,” said Mrs. Captain Windham, poking at her oysters with her fork. She looked at Clarissa and said, “Mrs. Harriman lost Mr. Harriman five years ago.”

  “Oh, I am so sorry to hear of it,” said Clarissa.

  “Well,” remarked Mrs. Harriman, cheerily enough, “five years is five years, and one must get on with it!” She turned to Clarissa and said, “I have just returned from a trip to Africa to sail upon the Nile. I found it quite uplifting. The pyramids defy description! Now I plan to travel through Europe and make my way to Greece where I will explore the ancient world that lingers there.”

  “How fascinating!” exclaimed Clarissa, trying to scan the crowd of diners around her in search of people more like herself. Propriety prevented Clarissa from asking outright about the other passengers, or more than very discreet gawking about for them herself. The dinner passed, boringly enough, until, after coffee, Captain Windham stood up and called for the room’s attention.

  “Everybody, you are all invited to the ballroom. A new jazz band is playing the most red hot dance numbers there, and we should make the most of it!” He was met with great applause. Captain Windham took his wife’s arm and led the way to the next room.

  Clarissa walked with Mrs. Harriman. When they entered the room, Clarissa was truly impressed.

  “Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “Look, Mrs. Harriman, it’s so glittery and glorious!”

  “Eleanora, please,” answered the woman, taking up Clarissa’s hand and giving it a warm squeeze. “Now, I am sure your dance card will be filled before you can draw breath.” She looked Clarissa up and down. “And by the look of you, I am sure you are a fabulous dancer. Have fun, my girl. Perhaps we shall see each other at breakfast tomorrow!”

  “Oh, yes, indeed, Mis—I mean Eleanora,” replied Clarissa, and without a glance backward, she walked forward to conquer the room.

  The next morning, Clarissa awoke to see That the sun was shining in through the porthole near her bed. She yawned and stretched luxuriously as she glanced at the clock. It was seven thirty. Breakfast started at eight thirty, but Clarissa planned on nine. She had slept quite well and enjoyed lying in bed a bit longer, reflecting on the evening.

  Of course, it had been as Mrs. Harriman had said. Her dance card had filled immediately. There were a number of young men she met, but none really struck her as particularly interesting. However, it was only the first night, and when she got to know people better, she would perhaps discover some very interesting things about them. With this thought, Clarissa climbed out of bed, dressed in a smart ensemble, and wandered out on the promenade to the first class dining room.

  The wonderful aroma of elegant coffee greeted Clarissa as she came through the door. A handsome steward approached, saying, “Breakfasting alone this morning, miss? Let me show you to a wonderful table by the big window.” He gestured to a lovely window that looked out across the ocean.

  She followed him across the room and that was when she heard, “Yoo hoo! Miss Hardy! I say, Miss Hardy! Over here!” Clarissa focused on a female figure waving vigorous
ly to her from near the window. Yes. It was Mrs. Harriman. Clarissa suppressed a sigh. She had been quite looking forward to being seated alone, hoping to perhaps attract an interesting young man.

  The steward looked at her. “Oh, why not,” said Clarissa.

  He nodded and led her to Mrs. Harriman’s table. He pulled out her chair, and she seated herself opposite her new friend.

  “Good morning, my dear!” The older woman smiled radiantly at Clarissa. “Did the dance end well for you? I saw you several times, swirling past me with yet another man in your arms!” She laughed gaily. Clarissa smiled back at her. Mrs. Harriman wasn’t a bad sort at all, really. Her energy was infectious.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Harriman.”

  “Eleanora. Please.”

  “Why not?” said Clarissa. “Eleanora it is, then. And yes, the dance was lovely.”

  “Did you meet any young men? Did you meet anybody of interest?”

  “Well, I’m not sure. I danced with several young men who might show possibilities yet.”

  “Now that’s what I like to hear! A positive, adventurous spirit!”

  The steward was at Clarissa’s elbow, filling her coffee cup. “Your order for breakfast, miss?”

  Clarissa ordered a soft-boiled egg, toast and jam, with a large glass of orange juice.

  Eleanora went on. “I must say, it is important to meet a man who is adventurous! My dear departed husband was as fine a man as you could imagine, but, to be perfectly frank, a trifle dull. He did not share my sense of adventure!” She bent her head to her fruit cup, then looked up at Clarissa with a sly little smile. “You seem to have a well-developed sense of adventure, setting out all by yourself for a place you’ve never been!”