Lisette Joyaux returned from finishing school to attend her aunt's funeral. Old Madame Perichaud comforted the bereaved girl, whose beauty had intensified with the years. Besides the old curate of the village who read the service for Hortensia Clomaris, the funeral was attended by several elderly women who mourned Lisette's aunt as a good and righteous member of the community.
Attending, too, were Edgar Duverneuil and his handsome son, Jacques. The mature attorney wished to pay his respects to his first true love. Thus it was that this sorrowful episode in Lisette's life introduced her to the man who was to woo and win her and then, discovering her yearning for Sapphic domination, to expunge from her that craving, making her in the process a worshipful slave before the shrine of the virile and domineering male!
Ever solicitous, Edgar Duverneuil introduced himself to Lisette as her executor and guardian under her aunt's last will and testament, and offered her his guidance and protection. He suggested she return to Paris with him and sublet the little house in Normandy in case she wished to return from time to time. In Paris, he pointed out, she could enrol in the Sorbonne and thus broaden her education beyond the possibilities of a mere finishing school.
Lisette, crushed by her aunt's death and more aware than ever of her loneliness, could not decide upon a course of action, but kindly old Madame Perichaud urged her to follow the attorney's advice. "Besides, ma petite," she declared, "the time has come for me to retire to the little farm which my cousin owns near Beaujurieux. Thus I could not go with you to Paris. You are a woman now, and you must find new friends who will help expand your horizons beyond the comfortable ways of our little countryside."
Tearfully, Lisette flung herself into the arms of the old housekeeper, and thus she decided, forlorn as she was, to accept the suggestion of Edgar Duverneuil.
And so her little house where she lived all these years was boarded up. A caretaker was engaged to protect it from vandals, and then Lisette accompanied the attorney and his handsome son on the train to Paris. In a few months after the death of Hortensia Clomaris, Edgar Duverneuil appeared before the probate court and was legally declared guardian to the estate of Lisette Joyaux. There was a comfortable fortune, he told the girl, enough to provide her with a handsome dowry or to keep her free from want for many years, if she invested wisely. He saw to it that she enrolled in the Sorbonne, and he found her a charming apartment two blocks from his own city domicile. In addition, he engaged a friendly middle-aged widow, Madame Odette Sancercy, to look after his ward and to cook and clean house.
Lisette Joyaux's studies at the famous Sorbonne required all her attention and diligence, and this new direction to her life helped her forget the grief over her aunt's death. She was now in the full bloom of womanhood, lovely and desirable, and many a male student gazed at her with eyes of longing. But Lisette felt no inclination toward these boys; she was still pure and virginal when it came to men and feared them for what her four beloved friends had taught her.
Madame Sancercy took Lisette to her maternal bosom and counselled her on appearance and coiffeur. The golden braids were replaced by an elegant pageboy with long shimmering curls falling in a glorious sheath to Lisette's shoulder blades. Smart new frocks and elegant lingerie, diaphanous hose and dainty pumps, replaced the simple country dresses, cotton underthings and rugged footwear which Lisette once wore. Yet the purity of her features, the soulful blue eyes, and that sweet, wistful, tremulous mouth, all proclaimed her innocence, and, conversely, made her all the more desirable to the opposite sex! Nevertheless, she tactfully and blushingly refused the many offers of dates that came her way.
By June of that year, when the spring semester ended, Jacques Duverneuil realized he was madly in love with his father's beautiful and virginal young ward. He met her only infrequently, to wish her a cordial "Good day, Mademoiselle Joyaux," but, he was ready for marriage and for passion. Slim and wiry, black-haired, with pleasant, regular features and probing frank gray-blue eyes, he knew himself to be attractive to women. Already he had had one or two discreet affairs, but during his study for the bar, he could afford no serious entanglements. His father adored him and hoped he would become a pillar in the law firm, and his mother, who was ailing, constantly petitioned him to find some sweet girl to wed. But Jacques Duverneuil had already made up his mind to marry Lisette Joyaux - the innocent country girl. And once again fate intervened to push Lisette gently into Jacques's ardent arms.
Lisette readily acclimated herself to the joyous energy of Paris, to its colorful neighborhoods and shop-filled streets, its parks and museums. She visited the Louvre and marveled at the wonderful art treasures housed in that grandiose edifice. On this particular July morning, she decided to visit the Louvre again to study the great Dutch master, Vincent van Gogh. Only last week, his paintings of the countryside had sparked a nostalgic joy in her. Now that she lived in Paris, the paintings - with their riotous colors and their mood of the countryside - restored happy memories of her childhood.
She spent an hour studying the collection, and then, her mind awhirl with van Gogh's fancies and colors and bucolic scenes, walked thoughtfully down the stone stairs leading from the lofty entrance to the street. As she reached the curb a limousine stopped nearby. Suddenly a door opened and an elegant, svelte brunette emerged from the vehicle wearing a fur cape and a chic print dress. The brunette spoke briefly to the chauffeur and then straightened. For a moment her eyes met Lisette's own. The girl gasped, for the brunette seemed to be none other than Janine Ericourt! For a moment the handsomely dressed woman stared at her, and then sauntered toward the stairs of the Louvre without a word of recognition.
Perhaps Lisette was mistaken. Shaken, she stepped into the Street, paying no heed to the traffic light. Suddenly someone forcefully grasped her elbow and dragged her to the curb just as a taxicab sped by, its horn blaring angrily.
"Be careful, Ma'mselle Joyaux" Jacques Duverneuil said hoarsely, "You mustn't think you're back in the country now, not crossing streets like these. Truly you need someone to look after you."
Observing the rescue, the gendarme, a gray-haired, portly man who looked himself to be the father of an abundant family, beamed and nodded approval of this wise counsel. Lisette's face crimsoned with embarrassment.
"I-I must have been thinking about the pictures I just saw in the Louvre, M'sieu Duverneuil," she stammered. "Please excuse me. And I thank you for rescuing me."
"Perhaps we might have a bit of lunch and a little cordial at one of the sidewalk cafés, Ma'mselle Joyaux," Jacques volunteered. Lisette bit her lips and her blush deepened. This was an enticing proposal from a young man, and she was nonplussed. However, upon reflection, she felt he deserved some trifling reward for having saved her life and that, after all, lunching with a young man in a public place was hardly a compromising act. So she assented with a pretty nod of her lovely head, and a few moments later she and Jacques were seated at a table at Le Palfond Bleu across the street from the Louvre.
Jacques, it appeared, was returning from court after obtaining a continuation of a case. His spirits were high, since his father approved of his law work and thus now entrusted him with important matters. And so, in this gay mood, the thought of marrying this charming girl whom he coveted from afar struck him as a most desirable notion. Accordingly, he made himself as charming and gracious as possible and Lisette felt flattered to find herself the center of such solicitous attention.
When she returned to her apartment a few hours later, her cheeks were still rosy with blushes - the blushes of a girl's blossoming happiness upon realizing that a handsome and magnetic young man has singled her out for his special interest. That night, she could not sleep. Now two images imposed themselves upon her vivid mind - the smiling, gravely handsome face of Jacques Duverneuil and the elegant sophisticated visage of the woman she believed to be Janine Ericourt. And when she recalled this later image, her body quivered with a voluptuous stirring of emotions that had been dormant for so long, and she slipped a forefinger between her milky thighs and began delicately to touch herself until hot desire surged anew in her virgin loins. Trembling, nipples stiffening, her eyes closed as she recalled those sunny afternoons in the Bromard mansion, Lisette tickled her pussy until she felt her legs widen and her body quake and thrust in reverberating spasms; then at last she slept, fulfilled after purging herself of long-pent-up desires.
