On this night, the stars shone particularly brightly on the oily indigo sky, because they knew that Peter was clearly again starting something unimaginable. The most curious and impatient of them blinked so enthusiastically in anticipation of a spectacular spectacle that they fell from their seats and fell beyond the horizon. A sensitive ear would even distinguish their indignant and disappointed ringing in the warm and fragrant air of the August night. Since Peter decided to grow up, they began to closely monitor his new tricks, especially since they were flattering to know that only they could penetrate his secrets, because for all others he remained elusive, inaccessible and invisible. Only they knew who the darling of destiny could turn into, who had never denied himself any of his insane fantasies since childhood, who always got what he wanted ...

***

All the windows of the largest mansion on Bishops Avenue shone solemnly in the night, cabmen crowded at the main entrance, rows of carriages stretched along the front facade, sounds of music, laughter and cheerful voices flowed from the ajar doors on the porch. When the door to the veranda swung open, a girl flew out of it like a feather caught in the wind, seemingly not yet departed from the rhythm of the waltz and continuing enthusiastically to dance. Running away from the cavalier pursuing her, she approached the railing and turned away in embarrassment, clasping herself with her shoulders and looking at the driveway. A warm night breeze immediately gently stirred her flawlessly arranged chocolate curls, white flowers in her hairstyle, long ribbons adorning the tight bodice of the dress, and airy, like a cloud, the crinoline of a blue skirt. The girl was young, charming and drunk - from dancing, from compliments, from passionate looks and charming smiles of fans, from awareness of her own beauty and, of course, just a little from a couple of sips of champagne.

The slender and pretty dandy in a black dress coat chasing her approached her with a soft and lazy gait of a well-fed and contented cat, one hundred percent sure that a tasty morsel would not get away from him. He was as if cast from metal — taut, broad-shouldered, needle-clad — in the guise of not a single superfluous detail. Short, smooth black hair was combed back and worn. A snow-white butterfly adorned the hard-toed little shirt, and a white rose stood in the buttonhole. With a crooked, impudent smile on his lips, he approached his lady from behind, each cell of his body feeling her trembling, excitement and passion. Dancing, timid touches on people and audacious vulgar compliments on the ear of this innocent pupa weary even of him. His trousers had long since been bristling with excitement, which was eating him down, and now he was ready to go all the way, risking everything just to get this delicate berry at his complete disposal. Besides, why was he so risky? Who is he and who is she? With this low-born girl, he could afford to just have fun, but let him take care of his precious reputation by himself. With her modest financial position and angelic appearance, it is better for a girl to be smarter and more pleasant. Only, it seems, this charmer was deprived of both intelligence and decency, if she allowed him to whisper such audacity in her ear, and even agreed to retire with him at the first call.

He pushed aside a heavy armful of her curls from a naked white back and threw them over her right shoulder, while he immediately leaned over to the left and began to cover it with delicate wet kisses, gradually moving to the neck. The girl shuddered at his touch and moved her head with bliss until he squeezed her shoulders and turned her towards him.Her cheeks glowed, parted lips sparkled with honey sweetness, long dark eyelashes fluttering from excitement, half-naked white breasts often heaved over the taut trimmed thin lace deep cut.

“What a pity that these lovely innocent young ladies should not be fucked with impunity and at ease like whores in brothels,” a sad thought flashed through the young man’s thoughts.

“Look into my eyes, Miss Darling ...,” he ordered, squeezing her bare forearm tightly and observing her embarrassment with pleasure, “I want to see your eyes before tearing your first kiss from these sweet lips.”

The girl timidly lifted her gaze, once, twice, until finally she allowed herself to drown in the dark pools of her lover's eyes. He had been visiting their house for more than two months, so that rumors spread throughout the city that the young handsome and fabulously rich baron, one of London’s most enviable suitors, had his eye on the daughter of a simple bank clerk. A couple of times he sent her very nice little notes that do not compromise her, but still make her inexperienced heart tremble. But today, at her first appearance, he paid her as much attention as she had never been awarded to any of her darlings. Wendy knew about it because there were various rumors about him - it turned her head, it made her turn a blind eye to his liberties, it gave her an indescribable feeling of complete happiness, it led to her still not excited excitement, from which the whole body was ablaze, especially the lower abdomen.

The youthful handsome face, grinning and smug, leaned over her face. She, of course, was waiting for this kiss, but did not expect to experience such strange sensations. At first, his hot, dry lips simply pressed against her tender, glowing lips, and it was delicious and magical, but then his lips suddenly stuck into her with an eager predatory grip, opened her mouth, began to slide over it indecently and unrestrainedly. When she tried to pull away, an iron hand gripped her neck and squeezed her head, as in a vice, her mouth filled with something hot, wet and slippery. Her dear spicy aroma enveloped her, entangled his persistent hands, disarmed his shameless intimacy and the vibrating heat of his body.

Gradually, these obscene caresses seized her completely, she began to succumb to their charming rhythm, tasted their taste, caught their secret meaning. Her body no longer obeyed her, so when her gentleman with stroking her neck and shoulders turned to caress her seductively poured and often heaving breasts, Wendy only moaned plaintively, as if asking to continue. His fingers stroked and squeezed until they managed to free a tender pink bud, which was swollen and extremely sensitive to touch, from the cut-out of the hard bodice. Experienced fingers rubbed him, squeezed and began to patiently twist, while the greedy kiss of the young man suppressed the groans of a young, unsophisticated beauty.

“How tasty you are ... I want to try you all,” Wendy whispered hotly into the burning face of a voice full of passion and perseverance. The man easily picked up the girl by the thin waist and hips, pressed her to himself, lifting her in his arms, and bit his mouth into her nipple, biting, sucking and tickling him with the tip of his tongue.

Wendy did not understand what was happening to her. She was swept by sweet bliss and exaltation at the same time. Waves of desire to surrender to this beautiful and experienced man, who knew exactly what he was doing, were growing inside. His hot, insatiable lips, meanwhile, moved to the other breast, exhausting a hard bud that was aching with delicious flour. She gasped, melted, lost her mind, burned like a fire, unable to look and unable to tear her eyes away from the handsomely carelessly caressing person.

***

“Wendy, Wendy, Wendy ...,” the dark male silhouette dreamily cooed, clearly looming in the moonlit blue starry sky.He had long been comfortably lounging on the very edge of the roof over the very veranda where the scene of all-consuming passion described above took place. He lay on his stomach, slightly dropping his leg bent at the knee and propping his head with his fist, and idly watched how the merciless dandy was corrupting a still young innocent girl, however, so pretty and passionate that he did not understand , but to some extent, and endorsed ....