Maria! Maria!
Séraphin was hailing her, he was with his cousin, a wicker basket in his hand. Maria had known him since primary school, when he and his cousin lived in caravans not far from her house. Séraphin was a handsome boy, with long black hair, dark skin, almond-shaped black eyes, long eyelashes, long guitar player fingers and a warm smile. He was a year older than her, but they hadn't seen much of each other since primary school, as they didn't go to the same school. He was wearing black trousers with elephant feet and a black shirt embroidered with floral motifs, which would have looked ridiculous on someone else, but his clothes suited him.
Her cousin was a big man with very short hair and tattoos on his arms. He was wearing shapeless shorts and an old, crumpled T-shirt that read: “I love New York”, a city he had never been to. He watched her warily with his inquisitive black eyes, detailing her curves, her ample breasts and her bare thighs beneath the short skirt, shamelessly undressing her with his eyes, insistently, from head to toe. Maria shivered. Then he relaxed and smiled frankly at her. A breath of cooler air passed under her little skirt, Maria was getting wet.
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She'd spent the morning in the garden reading Simone de Beauvoir's The Second Sex, which her mother had recommended to her, in the stormy heat, stretched out in a deckchair on the terrace, dressed only in her old white T-shirt pulled up over her hips. She had masturbated lazily and at length, turning the pages of the book, clenching and unclenching her legs, opening and closing them irritated. The book had bored her and she'd felt like moving. She quickly ate a tuna sandwich and then went for an aimless walk along the path that ran behind the house into the woods, hoping to find some fresh air.
She had dressed lightly in a very short, indented white skirt with green flowers that Élodie had given her (she didn't like it any more), and an old white blouse with green piping that had belonged to her mother and had lost the top two buttons, revealing a pink bra and a plunging neckline. She hadn't put on the matching pink panties; she could feel the air cooling the moist lips of her pussy. She was wearing pink tennis shoes with no socks and, last but not least, she had chosen pink earrings and metal bracelets, which tinkled happily in her ears as she walked.
The caresses she had lavished on herself had not soothed her, she craved boys, their smells and their sex, masturbation had only pissed her off.
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When she saw the two boys, she gave them a broad smile:
— It's been a long time, Séraphin. What are you doing with that basket?
Séraphin explained:
— We're going to look for mushrooms in the woods to walk around a bit and get some fresh air. It's terribly hot in the camp.
He looked at his cousin and continued:
— Do you want to come with us? Cousin, do you mind?… if Maria comes with us..
The cousin nodded, still undressing Maria with his eyes, which wasn't difficult, but a bulge was beginning to distort his shorts around the fly, and the stormy heat was getting on his nerves too.
They took the path that led into the woods. Séraphin was pleased that she agreed to go with them. He liked this girl, he was troubled, the girl had become a woman, and the way she looked at him, the way she smiled at him gave him a glimpse of voluptuous moments, intimate caresses that provoked an unwelcome erection. He wanted to take her hand, but he didn't dare: his cousin didn't like gadjé, and he didn't know how he'd react. He glanced behind him to see that his cousin was gazing concupiscently at Maria's buttocks and thighs. He was more advanced than him as far as girls were concerned, but he had always said that gadjis were worthless, and now even a gadji gave him a hard-on, the hypocrite.
Maria chatted away, talking about everything and nothing without waiting for an answer. It was she who decided to take his hand when the path became less passable. He clasped her warm hand in his and mentally sent his cousin to hell. He had nothing against gadjis, especially like Maria. He remembered playing doctor with her on the wasteland behind the school. She was a pretty feisty kid who wasn't afraid of anything. They'd simulated coitus, with their cocks between her tight thighs; there were three boys in his memory that day. But most of the time, she took them in her mouth while they groped her. They were too young to ejaculate, but it was a great experience.
— This way looks like a good spot for mushrooms.
The cousin had stopped and was pointing to a section of wood with tall trees and a beautiful clearing. He climbed the embankment, clinging to the branches of the trees.
Maria followed him, but her skirt caught on the brambles and she let out a little scream when they scratched her bare legs and thighs and got caught on her skirt. Séraphin helped her to unhook the brambles and climb the embankment. He asked:
— Maria… Did you hurt yourself?
She pulled up her skirt to show him the abrasion on her upper thighs.
— It's OK, it's bleeding a bit…
Maria moistened her fingers with saliva and ran them over the wound. She said:
— That's it, it's healed. It's nothing. It's nothing.
Séraphin, at the sight of the girl's lack of panties, now had a firm hard-on. He asked in a faint voice:
— Let me see that…
Maria pulled her skirt up over her hips again.
— It's nothing, I tell you, it doesn't even hurt.
Maria took the boy's hand and let him touch the scratch.
— You see, it's really healed. It doesn't bleed any more.
— Well, if you say so… it doesn't hurt?
He wanted to lick the wound.
Suddenly, Maria drew the boy's hand to her pubis and raised her head towards him. Séraphin fainted, his fingers tangled in the short blond curls of her pubic hair. The girl's hand pulled his towards the wet slit. He pressed himself against Maria and kissed her feverishly, one finger slipping into the slit. Maria rubbed up against him devilishly.
He was about to ejaculate when his cousin's voice rang out:
— What are you doing?
— We're coming, cousin. Maria got caught in the brambles.
Reluctantly, Séraphin resumed his progress through the woods, pointing out the right passages to Maria who was following him.
For about half an hour they searched for mushrooms, finding nothing edible apart from a few russulas that even gypsies wouldn't eat. Maria found a stinking satyr, whose Latin name was “Phallus Impudicus”, and called out to the boys, who giggled stupidly.
— It's a funny mushroom, I like the shape. Remind you of anything? Guys…
She gave it a saucy wank with an expert hand, laughing, then, tired of it, threw it away.
— It's not as good as a real one, is it, guys? It's still soft. There's nothing you can do about it. Promises, always promises…
Séraphin kept his eyes on Maria, trying to get a moment alone with her, brushing up against her, but the cousin gave them no respite, he had seen them kissing at the bottom of the embankment and was determined to get his share. He was making plans, but apart from getting her naked, which wasn't difficult, and fucking her in the dead leaves or standing against a tree willingly or unwillingly, he wasn't seeing anything.
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The sky had suddenly become overcast and threatening. When the first drops of water fell, they thought of taking shelter.
The cousin, with an idea in the back of his head, said:
— There's an old abandoned house not too far away, and if we hurry, we can get there before it hits us.
— Which way is that?
— Follow me, I should be able to find it.
They went deeper into the undergrowth, walking quickly through the rain. Séraphin took the girl's hand in his. His cousin led the way and the plan was obvious: he would have the girl, by will or by force. The storm had come at just the right time. They walked for six minutes before the storm broke. The thunder was deafening, the lightning blinding, the rain streaming. Maria, her hair dripping and her clothes clinging to her body, shouted:
— Is your house far away?
— No, it's very close.
The cousin tried to get his bearings, blinded by the rain.
— Anyway, we can't stay under the trees, it's dangerous.
Then he recognised the old, half-collapsed low stone wall that enclosed the small plot of land in front of the house. He let out a shout of victory.
— That's the way.
He led them towards a gap where they discovered the old house. The door was broken and wired shut, but the house still seemed to be in good condition and, above all, it had a roof. They ran for shelter in the pouring rain.