“She’s still quite young and innocent after all,” an ecstatic thought flashed through Peter’s mind. He frowned for a moment, not fully believing in the confirmation of his initial hopes, but when he realized how he should be, a sly smile touched his lips. He last spun the girl in his arms and began to smoothly descend. When they landed, Wendy awoke and looked around — they were standing on a small balcony, the door of which was ajar, although the room behind her was plunged into darkness.

“Looks like I really wronged you wrongly,” Peter said seriously. His eyes still sparkled with slyness, but Wendy had no objection to his polite tone and words, the more he squeezed her in his hands, and this confused and worried her. Especially she was distracted by his light silky hair, falling on his high forehead to the very eyebrows, the earring gleaming in his ear and sensual seductive lips - she painfully wanted to touch all this and at the same time run away from it all. Peter brushed a curl out of her hair from her face and continued. “Behind this door is a guest bedroom.” There you can put yourself in order and return to the rest. I apologize for my insulting request to let me in your bedroom at night. I have no right to demand anything from you. I can only beg to give me your kiss.

- Kiss ?! - the girl almost cried out, feeling the instant heat, as if she was suddenly overwhelmed with flame. This vile devil seems to be reading her thoughts and pounding! From this humiliating feeling she felt sweet and bitter at the same time. Her eyes fell on her own hand, unconsciously pressed against his bare chest. His skin was smooth, warm and tanned, and iron muscles rolled beneath. It seems that the shirt hid a tattoo on her shoulder. “God, he is definitely a pirate or robber!”, - a terrible and at the same time unusually attractive thought flashed. Wendy wanted to move the thin white fabric to the side and see the pattern adorning his body, but she hastily squeezed her hand into a fist, frantically wondering what to say to her. “I love the other,” she finally decided to reject his request in such a stupidly banal way, but Peter did not wait for her naive objections and pulled her from behind disheveled curls to throw her head back and lift her face to herself.

She smelled of another man and her own arousal. But in addition to these low-lying animal smells that drove him crazy, her hair and skin exuded a subtle fragrance of flowers, fresh and dizzy. It was a fragrance of innocence, youth, and at the same time a willingness to know love.

Wendy tried to free her hair, but Peter squeezed it tight, leaned over and, opening his mouth, ran a moist lower lip over her still closed lips. The tip of his tongue slid between them, and his lips seized her mouth and began to drive her crazy with gentle and soft persistence. He wanted to turn into a beast, the same as this disgusting Grand, but it would not be smart to copy this rude incompetent, who imagines himself a true seducer and a connoisseur of women. To completely take possession of this girl, you needed patience, time, domination and a little tenderness. Then she will become submissive, pliable, skillful, ready for anything ... Wendy’s sponges and tongue began to tremble and timidly respond to a kiss, and then ask for and demand new caresses. Peter stopped at the moment when she began to suck his tongue sweetly, and her timid fingers slid up his neck and almost touched the sensitive earlobe adorned with a sparkling diamond. In order to slightly cool her ardor and return her from heaven to earth, he had to squeeze the girl by the shoulders and remove her from herself. She stood dumbfounded, excited, scared and clearly aware of the extent of her fall. He liked his sense of superiority over this fool.

“I ... I myself don't understand what I'm doing ...,” she murmured, shaking her head and clutching at the wrought-iron balcony railings. “I didn't want that at all!” I shouldn't have! If mom and dad suddenly knew what I really was ..., - she stumbled and began to brush unsolicited tears of shame off her cheeks.

- Your parents should not be aware of such things ... Your feelings only concern you ..., - Peter spoke confidently, but without undue tenderness and sympathy.

- Please do not give me away! - She exclaimed, sobbing plaintively, - you are right, you are right in everything! I lost my head ... I am shameless!

“Not at all, Miss Darling ... You are simply not experienced and you do not know men ...,” he went on to a serious and polite moralizing tone.

“He doesn't love me, does he?” - she could not calm down, knowing that it was humiliating, to ask such questions to a dubious stranger who had just kissed her.

Peter pursed his lips skeptically.

- He is not worth your attention ...

- He now does not consider me a real lady! And he is right! I shouldn't have behaved like this!

Peter mentally once again cursed Ding.

“Miss Darling ... Believe me, most of the most sophisticated, most sophisticated, most wise ladies are far from saints.” You also do not have to be holy. But you must be a good girl. Go ... You have been away for too long ... You will be sought. Say that you felt bad from the heat of the heat, and you decided to go up to one of the guest bedrooms to get some rest. Just tidy yourself up and try to stay fun and at ease. Nobody will suspect you of anything ...

Peter felt himself the last hypocritical bastard, because he was well aware that he was entangled in her web of temptation, trust and submission. However, he has not made any girl unhappy. He was a heartbreaker only in words, and they called him so exclusively with sweet irony, with languid passion or with admiration ... He just taught her how to enjoy life, without harming himself ...

Peter quickly bent over and wet hers kissed her lips.

- Goodbye, Wendy ...

“Farewell, mister ...,” she forgot her name, but did not have time to ask again, because he easily jumped over the railing and jumped down from the balcony. The girl rushed in horror to see what had happened to him, but she saw his figure hovering in the distance, waving her hand to her. She also gave him a look at him a couple of times and followed him off until he disappeared into the darkness of the night. Then she found herself waving his scarf at him. "Peter Pan," was embroidered on the corner with twisted letters. "He can fly! “- A stunning thought flashed through her mind once more. - “And from somewhere he knows my name ...”

***

After a couple of days, Wendy found out about the engagement of Baron Grand with the widowed young baroness, who inherited a fabulous fortune from her husband. For two weeks she lay in bed with a fever, and only Narcissus the cat knew about the true cause of her illness, because only she could tell him all the secrets of her soul. It is impossible to say that cats can sympathize, like dogs, for example, but they are terribly curious, so Narcissus patiently endured her arms, sobs, tears, sighs and endless complaints.

“Here is a stupid one! “- I thought the cat. “This baron was given to her if Peter Pan himself drew attention to her!” True, Narcissus was not going to give her opinion to her. On the twelfth day of her illness, the cat jumped on the window sill, caught its claws on the window handle and turned it. The window opened, and through it the life, the freshness and the hope breathed into the stuffy room. Sunlight shone through the thin lace curtain, and at that moment Peter knew for sure that her window had opened.

That day, for the first time, her condition became noticeable.Mom watched with pleasure as her daughter eaten fruit, freshly baked bread and cheese with appetite, and in the evening dad personally made sure she drank a glass of warm milk and ate cookies. She was finally allowed to take a bath, combed thick ... Read more →