Grace Wilkinson: Angie makes friends

He fucked her vigorously. His passion mounted and he rode her with a sadistic delight, smashing madly into the softness of her body. He wanted to smash it flat. To beat it into submission. A bestial cry grated out from deep within him. With fast short strokes, his painfully hardened penis contracted deep within her. And then his penis went off like a steam whistle, spurting sperm all over inside her. She could feel the pressure of it beating steadily against her walls. His penis and his sperm filled her up tightly. Can he get it out of me? she worried. What if it's stuck in me? We'll have to stick together forever. The idea was too horrible to think about.

Finally, his raping machine stopped firing. She felt it become soft and small inside her. Mr. Thornton's heavy body collapsed on hers. She felt his now-little penis tickle around in her. So little and harmless now, the former wild, raging beast. She began to laugh. She laughed and laughed until she choked.

Angie opened her eyes, feeling horribly depressed. Where was Mr. Thornton? Her mother mustn't find him here! She'd tell the School Board on him if he wouldn't go. She sat up in bed and stared around her. Why, she was in her room. Alone. There was no one here. She had been dreaming. And it had seemed so real! Realer than Friday nights. She laid back down to consider it. She couldn't go on this way. Thinking about sex all the time. Day and night. Even dreaming it. She couldn't study. She couldn't do anything else.

She laid there thinking what a mess she'd made of her life. It had started all in fun. But now the fun was gone and only the bitter reality remained. She was caught between her lust and that of the boys and her mother's orders. Unless she was very lucky it would just be a matter of time before she was caught and her secret spread all over. When her mother found out, then what? She couldn't imagine.

At school the next day, she felt really weird in Mr. Thornton's class. As if she shouldn't be there because of what happened in her dream. She studied his shoulders to see if they were as wide as the ones he had in her dreams. They looked about the same size. Her glance traveled down to his crotch. What did it look like? Would it be as big as it had been in her dream? Big enough to get stuck in her? She couldn't tell a thing from his flat crotch. He must be wearing awfully tight jockey shorts, she decided. If she grazed it with a finger — accidentally — she bet she could bring it to life. She could just feel his hard shaft push up inside her…

"Miss Marlowe!" she heard his voice say sternly.

She jerked to attention. "Yes?"

"Will you please stop daydreaming on class time?"

"Yes, Mr. Thornton," she answered automatically. If you only knew the night dream, she thought to herself.

When it came time to go home, she really got scared. She couldn't see Sonny anymore. Maybe he was already in the park, hiding behind some bushes. Waiting for her. I just can't go home alone, she thought. She looked over the crowd of kids around her, trying to see someone she knew. Only one popped into view — Doug. Dammit, she thought just when I need them, Brad and the others, they aren't around. She didn't want to talk to Doug. It would be too embarrassing. They were strangers now. But when she thought alternative — Sonny lying in wait in the park — well, Doug seemed pretty harmless by comparison. She let herself be mixed up in the crowd of kids and swept toward Doug.

"Oh, hi!" she said, surprised to see him.

He looked at her somberly. "Hi."

"Mind if I talk with you?" she asked innocently.

Doug shrugged his shoulders.

"How have you been?" she asked curiously.

"Fine," he said shortly.

They were away from the crows now and near the park. Angie looked around her warily. Today the park had five people in it. Where had they been yesterday?

"What have you been doing?" Doug asked, groping for something to say.

"Nothing much," Angie said diffidently.

Doug considered her answer silently for a moment. Should he tell her? Probably better not. None of his business anymore. Instead, Doug said, "I'm sorry I did it in front of Brad."

"You were sorry," Angie said understandingly.

"That's no excuse. I shouldn't have. No matter how I felt," he said forcefully.

A tender rush of feeling for him flooded her heart. "It's done now," she said neutrally.

"No matter how you look at it, it's wrong for girls to mate with boys in quantities," Doug said seriously. He'd obviously given the subject a lot of thought. "It's unnatural. Against nature. A boy can mate with several girls serially, but the reverse isn't true. The law of commutations doesn't apply here. It's just so. Because humans are like other animals. One male can have a harem of females, but one female never has a harem of males. It's biologically unnecessary. Bees don't count. They're an exception. Maybe it's that way because a female can be impregnated by one man at a time; then she has to take nine months off to have a baby. In that length of time, one male can impregnate a finite number of females, depending on their availability."

"Doesn't seem fair," Angie objected.

"A male and female aren't equal — they're opposites. Fairness is irrelevant."

"But women should be able to play around as much as men!" Angie said indignantly.

"No. That's not the way things are set up," Doug insisted.

Angie had been nervous all through the park but now they were stopped in front of her home she felt at ease again. She said stubbornly, "Women ought to be able to make their own rules."

"If they are adaptable to the biological facts of man," Doug qualified.

"And one woman and several men together is wrong?" Angie asked.

She was practically admitting her guilt, Doug thought. He said delicately, "Angie, you should stop. It's too dangerous. Some are talking."

Angie looked at him. She knew he would let her stop if he still came around. But Brad and the other boys? She shook her head. "Even if I wanted to…" She choked on her emotions. Hell, yes, she wanted to stop. But it was too late now. Too late. Misery clouded her eyes.

Doug looked down at her pityingly. "If I can ever help you…"

Angie stubbed her toe in the dirt. Looking up at him, she flashed a big smile. "You have helped me."

On Friday evening, Angie still didn't know what she wanted to do. Her parents wanted her to visit a relative with them. They'd be leaving in a few minutes. Should she go? What would the boys do when they found her gone? Would they tell on her or get even some other way? Might be good to test them so they wouldn't take her for granted. On the other hand — well — oh, hell, might as well admit it. She needed someone. She'd been burning all day, off and on. The slightest thing turned her on. Even the Goddamned fat g's Mr. Thornton wrote on the blackboard. She'd stared at them and felt herself get a hot ass. After Sonny — yuck — she'd thought that would be it. No one could tempt her back to bed. Here she was turned on so high she'd be ready to jump in bed with almost anyone. Except Sonny. She was annoyed with her body making problems for her.

She heard footsteps coming down the hall. A light knock; then the door opened. Her mother walked in. "Angie, are you ready?"

Angie frowned. "Mom, I don't want to go."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I just don't feel like it."

"We don't go to visit Aunt Helen that often," her mother said irritably.

"I don't care," Angie whined. "I don't feel like sitting around being polite." Should I tell her I need to be fucked before I go? she thought wickedly.

Mrs. Marlowe stood undecided for a moment, clearly angry. "We'll see what you father says about this." She turned around and went back down the hall.