The Adventures of Claudia by Joan Cabot

Excerpt: The Adventures of Claudia

Chapter One

CLAUDIA lay in her warm tub, her young silken body caressed gently and lovingly by the tepid water. A feeling of lassitude came over her.

She stretched her slender white arms overhead and unconsciously her hips undulated. She felt a peculiar sensation about her femininity.

With gentle fingers she explored her genital orifice, closing her eyes with delight. Of late, she had felt more and more a strange longing, an overwhelming desire for she knew not what. Claudia was sixteen.

She raised herself out of the bathtub, her firm white body aglow from the warmth of the water, like a nymph arising from the sea. The figure-length mirror covering the bathroom door was clouded with steam, but gradually the mist cleared and the glorious maiden-form of Claudia stood revealed in all its wondrous nudity and flowing curves. If only some great painter could have beheld the sight of her rosy flesh rising from slender, rounded ankles into curvaceous calves, then melting into long, powerful, bewitching thighs, with the splendid hair-crowned V at their apex, then continuing with milk-white hemispherical hips tapering to an incredibly slender waist only to swell out once more into the exquisite breasts which stood out like twin rosebuds—if only some master-artist were present to preserve forever this picture of beautiful girlhood poised upon the threshold of life!

Claudia rubbed herself dry with a coarse, heavy Turkish towel. She studied herself closely in the all-revealing mirror. She turned and viewed her figure in profile. She stood tall and not too slender. She was unusually developed for her sixteen years. Some girls are naturally more precocious than others. In Claudia’s veins there flowed warm pulsating Latin blood from her mother’s side. She felt a thrill as she cupped her hands under her breasts. She did not need a brassiere, she thought. It was mean of Mamma to make her wear one. She hated the confining feel of it when she filled her lungs with air. Claudia did not realize it then, but she would always fight against stupid, silly conventions which interfered with her enjoyment of life. She was a natural rebel.

“Claudia!”

It was her mother. “Landsakes, child, are you ever going to get out of the bathroom?”

“I’ll be ready in a minute, Mother. Does Daddy want me down to the office today?”

“Yes, dear. You had better hurry.”

Claudia’s father was the doctor in the little town in which they lived, and occasionally she helped out in the office.

She had breakfast and a few minutes later was in her father’s office.

When she got there she found that he had left on a call, so she made herself comfortable. There was no telling when he might come back.

Her real duties consisted mainly in answering telephone calls. She thumbed through a few of the magazines scattered about and, becoming bored with this after a while, she selected medical books from her father’s shelves at random.

Claudia possessed a healthy curiosity. She stared at the anatomical charts and tried to remember her own body as it appeared to her in the mirror. Then she turned to the chapter on “Male Glands and their Functions.” Here was reading more to her liking. She pored over the illustrations. Claudia knew a great deal about the masculine makeup by now. In fact, if anyone was ever ready for the fulfillment of sexual desire it was Claudia. Before her she had a diagramed drawing of the masculine sex organ. Claudia had a vivid imagination, and as she sat there with the heavy volume in her lap, she almost felt the large, beautifully colored penis entering her sheath. She sighed and her hips rolled unconsciously and with natural rhythm. She wanted, she needed love. The telephone rang and it turned out to be Arthur Bolton, who attended the same high school she did. He asked her if she would go to a movie with him that night and she gladly consented. She resumed her contemplation of the phallus revered by all ancient traditions as the seat of life. Old civilizations had honored the male reproductory organ by art works displaying that member in unashamed and natural glory. Her father entered, carrying his worn, black satchel. “Mrs. Duncan just had a baby, a little boy.”

Out of the yearning in her to experience and to know all things in life, she answered, “I wish I could have a baby.”

Her father laughed at the seriousness of her tone. “It’s not as pleasant as you think, young lady.”

That night, promptly at eight, Arthur Bolton tooted his horn outside of Claudia’s home. She came out happy and eager for the society of a man—any man; it didn’t matter. She got into the little roadster and wedged in close beside him, her hands reaching out to stroke the roughness of the tweed coat he wore. The little car tore along into the balmy night. The air was redolent with the scent of growing things and the wind pulled at their hair.”

“Gee! Claudia,” Arthur said, “do we have to go and sit in that hot theater tonight. Couldn’t we just drive around somewhere.”

Claudia’s heart leaped with joy. At last here was an opportunity for love—real love. Of course she didn’t want to sit in a stuffy theater and watch other girls crushed and mauled by virile, handsome men. It did things to her. Lately she would just twitch in her seat and her hand would steal beneath her skirts and her fingers would run gently over the tender lips of her vulva.

“Why no, Arthur,” she said, barely able to restrain herself.

He gave her a strange look. “You certainly have a lot of pep tonight, Claudia. I don’t know when I’ve ever seen you looking so well, either.” Claudia just snuggled closer to him. She could feel some of the tautness and restraint leaving her. Tonight she would experience ecstasy! Tonight she would receive her woman’s rights!

Arthur drew up at last along the banks of the little lake which lay a few miles outside of town. There was a golden moon overhead and the wind whispered through the leafy trees. Claudia’s soft black hair tantalizingly brushed Arthur’s lips. A faint scent of the stimulating perfume she affected made him dizzy. He looked down at her and her glowing dark eyes were somehow wicked and mysterious in the moonlight. He took her smooth rounded chin in his hard, calloused hand, tilted her face and their lips met in a cool, tender, drawn-out kiss.

He had kissed her this way before, and that had been all. But tonight Arthur had not reckoned on this new Claudia, this girl-woman who would not be denied. She nuzzled her soft cheek against his and thrilled to the feel of his adolescent beard. She exhaled her warm breath in a slow delicate stream in his ear and felt a sudden rigidity come over his body. Claudia was learning; she possessed a natural aptitude for love. She brushed her full, tender lips over his eyelids and felt him quiver in her arms. He was but an instrument for her superior skill.

“Claudia, honey,” he whispered, “I can’t stand this any longer! You’re driving me mad!”

With an incredibly swift motion, his hand sped to his trousers and came forward with a sizable stiffened penis projecting from a bush of reddish blond hair. Claudia trembled. At last she was to know and experience that relationship which has motivated man since creation.

Excerpt From: Joan Cabot. “The Adventures of Claudia.”