Gary Jenkins - The Hesitating Couple

The coolness with which Faye had turned him off… actually, thwarted his attempt to seduce her, carried out so reasonably, sweetly, yet firmly, had been a new experience for him. Damn! He had wanted to fuck her so badly! His cock had been at full-mast erection… ready for business, as usual!… Yet, somehow, he recognized that certain something in her, a certain resolve, he knew he would not be able to overcome… easily; of course, he could have forced her, as he had forced other women to his will, using his superior strength, his knowledgeable sex techniques to bring her to heel.

Yes… he could have done that, but to say he was baffled by her would be an extreme understatement, indeed!

As he had gunned the little Porsche back onto the Boulevard, his mind churned; his mangled emotions, his jangled, frustration beset nerves and the throbbing ache in his balls combined to put him in a mean, vindictive mood, the picture of a little, spoiled boy, masquerading in the guise of a grown, sophisticated man-of -the-world. He took it out on his car.

Escorting Faye to her door, Bill had cooled down enough to dredge up some residual good manners. He mumbled an apology, and asked whether or not she would allow him to call her.

“Try me in three or four days, Bill,” she told him.

“Three days…? Not before?’

“No… I-I need time… time for myself…”

“All right… if you say so, I guess I can wait…” he conceded.

He knew be shouldn’t try to kiss her. He didn’t. Instead, he grunted out a grudging but polite Good night. Turning, then, to leave, he walked across the porch and stepped down to the top tread of the porch steps. Her voice trailed, softly, after him. It was unexpected.

“Bill…?”

He stopped, turned to look back at her.

Impulsively, then, she came to him, lightly, and placed a cool, gentle kiss on his lips. It was the kiss of a little girl, without passion or a hint of sex… like a tiny girl would kiss her father.

“Thank you… for a wonderful evening,” she breathed; then, turning, swiftly, she was gone, disappearing inside the front door of her rooming house, leaving him standing there, even more confused and non-plussed. He shook his head in disbelief.

The innocence of that soft kiss, its undemanding, almost sterile impression brought forth a memory, almost lost, of a forgotten moment of his days in high school. Another girl had kissed him, like that, breathed a quick I love you, Bill into his ear, before running, lithely, up to her front door, to go inside.

He had misunderstood. Instantly, his sex arose, his young, virile cock pulsed and throbbed in his pants, and he had caught her, before she had the door open, grabbed her, crushed her to him, kissing her wildly, passionately, caressing her stimulatingly, forcing himself upon her… until with a broken will, a heart beating like a trip-hammer, a strange, ready moistness between her legs and a thundering, slashing desire in her loins, she had taken him into the black darkness of her backyard, where on a redwood garden lounge she had given him her virginity and her undying love. It had been the first time for both of them. It had not been the last, for she had become pregnant. Bill’s Uncle Morris had paid for the abortion.

Afterwards, Uncle Morris had called his teen-aged ward into his study. He had been direct and blunt with the boy.

“Damn it, Bill… this is a messy business!”

“Yes, Sir… I-I…” Bill had begun.

“Listen! From now on, if you want a piece of ass… make God damned sure there’s no possibility of getting a kid… understand?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“You know about using condoms… rubbers?

“I do, now… Uncle Morris…” he said, sheepishly.

“Well… get yourself a supply of them and use them!”

“I will… It was a fervent promise.

“Better yet…” the gray-haired, still virile man went on, “I’ve got some connections There’s a whore house I know about… where you can go regularly… if you want to get your nuts off… with no God damn worries! The women down there are clean… and you’ll learn some things about fucking these little pimply-faced, scrawny kids’ll never know anything about!”

Bill was interested, immediately, but he held back his enthusiasm. “Yes, Sir… that’d be great… but…”

“But, what?” Uncle Morris grumbled.

“Aren’t those… those women… in the houses like, that… kind of expensive…?”

“Hell no! Not as expensive as this abortion I just paid for!” the uncle had said, punctuating his words with a big fist pounded on his desk.

“Yes, Sir… I think I understand… what you mean…”

“You’re damned right it is!… But, you don’t worry about the money end of it… I’ll take care of it… see you’ve got money in your pocket! Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, Sir… I-I understand…”

“Good!” Uncle Morris snapped. “I’m going out there, myself… tonight! You want to come along… start learning the ropes…?”

The boy looked at his uncle, startled, disbelieving what he had just heard. “W-With you… Uncle Morris…? You go to those places too?”

“… And, why’n hell not? I’ve got to get a piece of ass pretty regularly, myself! I’m still holding my own!”

It was from that moment that Bill had begun to see his Uncle Morris in a new and different light, yet there were many things he did not know about his uncle, such as his intricate business dealings or why he had chosen to remain unmarried. Only rarely did the older man reveal anything of himself to the boy or to his sister, Bill’s mother. One thing he did know, after that, was the frequency with which his uncle visited the women, in that place, down on Highway 101.

Silently, as he had stood there, Bill watched Faye disappear inside the front door of her rooming house. He had not moved to restrain her; the memories of another time, that other girl, crowded into his brain and held him rooted to the steps.

“I’ll be damned!” he said aloud, reaching up to touch his lips in wonder.

Can things repeat themselves? He wondered about it… thinking: She was just like Ginger… Virginia… yes, that was her name… Virginia O’Malley! I think’ I really loved her! She was the first girl I had ever fucked… and I really wanted to marry her! I would have, too… but Uncle Morris said getting rid of, the kid was best… and 1 listened to him… damn it!

Slowly, the young engineer turned, descended the steps, traversed the walk and crossed the sidewalk to the curb where he got into his car, started it and drove through quiet streets to the freeway on-ramp, heading toward his home in Santa Monica, rather the home still provided him by his Uncle Morris.

Things could have turned out different! Ginger wanted to keep the baby… and she wanted to marry me… too!… But, Uncle Morris knew better… damn him! Sure… he’s raised me… took care of me… and all that… after my Dad died… and I should feel grateful… I am, I guess… in a way… but Christ! It’s just like I belonged to him… always doing just what he wanted me to do! The crazy part is… I’m still doing it! Now, there’s Faye, I could really go for her! I want to fuck her so damned bad I can almost taste it! 1 haven’t thought about marrying any woman for years… They’re always thinking about it though… trying to trap you into marrying them… one way or another!… But why should I marry one when I’ve been able to get all the fucking I want… whenever I want it? Yet… Faye just made it pretty damned clear where she stands: No sex… without love… and love to her means marriage! God! How I want her! My damned balls ache so much I can hardly stand it!

He knew one quick solution for that! Suddenly, he stomped the accelerator, sending the little car screaming down the freeway, ducking off of it onto the broad boulevard leading to the coast and arriving at his destination, in a matter of a few minutes. Bill Wright’ was always welcome there!