Unknown - Her brute master

I had never before had such feelings about a woman. I always thought such things were unnatural. But now, after my introduction to my master, after He awakened my power, and passion, now I was interested. I felt a familiar, warm, liquid sensation begin to build in my loins.

Freedom. Freedom! FREEDOM!

When I got back to my room at the dorm I decided to change my clothes again before going to meet Mandy. I wanted to look nice for her. When I got undressed I noticed that my pussy, which had caused me such anxiety and embarrassment, was starting to grow stubble. Scratchy little blonde whiskers stuck out of my pube.

I went into the bathroom and got out a fresh razor. I lathered my pussy with facial soap and gave myself another shave. "If I'm going to have a shaved pussy," I said aloud, "I guess I'll have to shave my pussy." Chuckling at my own inanity, I put on some loose summer slacks, a white cotton blouse, and went downstairs.

Mandy was already there waiting for me when I arrived.

"You look nice," she said as I approached.

"So are you," I responded. She had changed also, into walking shorts and a tight fitting blouse. It was obvious that she wore no bra and that knowledge made me very excited. I could feel the sexual current building between us. What had looked like a casual suggestion had turned into a date. I got a whiff of Mandy's perfume. It had a light, musky scent. I knew I would do something new that night, something I had never done before.

We walked through the village chatting, sipping on Calistoga water, reading the movie marquees, and chatting about inanities with each other. What we said was less important than the fact that we were saying it.

Mandy would lean in close to listen to me when I spoke, and when she confided her thoughts to me she touched me lightly on the arm, and her warm breath brushed my ear.

We settled on a comedy and bought our tickets. The fact that the movie was starting right then probably had more to do with our decision than any other consideration, like subject matter.

After the first fifteen minutes we were both ready to leave the theater. It was a teen-age summer vacation comedy. Ail the jokes were about sex and acne and they weren't funny.

We left the theater giggling at our own stupidity at throwing our money away on such a bad movie.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked once we were outside.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"No fair, I asked you first."

"Why don't you spend the night with a couple of wild and crazy guys?"

I turned to see who had spoken, out of the corner of my eye I could see Mandy's face darken and her whole body tense up.

"Hello, ladies. Allow me to introduce myself and my eminent companion." He bowed graciously. They looked like a couple of average college students, cute enough to see a movie with.

"This is Dr. Freud," his friend bowed, "and I am Dr. Jung. You seem to be bereft of companionship, Dr. Freud and I would like to offer our services to fill any such need you may have."

"Why thank you gentlemen," Mandy's tone belied the tension I saw in her face and body. "But we already have companionship and besides, I wouldn't dream of coming between two such well matched people as yourselves."

"I have to agree with my friend," I said, "our trivial interests cannot interfere with your great work." I laughed.

"But ladies, we can help to free your repressed libidos."

Mandy spun an her heel and spoke directly to the taller one. She was a full head shorter than he but her voice and manner were more frightening than any of us would have expected.

"If you don't stop bothering us you're going to find your libido in a bed-pan. Get me, buster?" She turned and strode away from the pair, leaving them open-mouthed.

I followed quickly after her. "Mandy, you wildcat!" I feigned surprise. "Why did you have to frighten those poor little boys?"

"They… when I was… I… I'm sorry, Jodie, maybe we should go back to the dorm. I over-reacted I guess."

"Mandy what's wrong? What got you so upset back there?"

"It's nothing, nothing. Let's talk about something else."

We walked in silence for a few minutes. Gradually, Mandy calmed down and we slowed our pace to more nearly normal.

"A long time ago," she began speaking in a low monotone, I had to strain to hear some of what she said, "when I was just a little girl, really, some boys invited my sister and me to the movies."

"They were a little older than us. One of them had just gotten his driver's license, so I guess they were a lot older than I was at the time. But we all knew each other because it was kind of a small town and my sister was in high school with them and she thought the other one, the one who didn't drive was kind of cute."

"So, we all piled in the car and Billy, he was the one who was driving, he said he didn't want to go to the movies anymore because I was too little and he'd be embarrassed to be seen in public with me."

"Well, that hurt my feelings and June, my sister, got all mad at me for spoiling her date with Mark. So, I said let's go to the drive-in and everybody agreed and so we did."

Mandy was speaking quickly, her breath coming in short gasps. She was walking fast with her head down. Her story had a hypnotic effect on herself as well as me. The difference was that while I was getting sexually aroused by the obvious direction the story was going in, Mandy was becoming more and more upset. I liked the image she was building of a young virgin unwittingly getting herself into deeper waters than she had anticipated. Mandy was reliving the fear and terror of that night.

"You don't have to talk about this if you'd rather not," I said.

"What? Oh." She shook herself out of her reverie, coming back to reality with a shudder. "Where are we?"

I looked around, we had almost left Westwood Village completely and reached the Veteran's Administration Hospital.

"We're practically in West L.A.. I guess we should go back."

"I'm sorry, Jodie, I didn't mean to spoil your evening." She started to sob a little. "I should have left you alone."

"Don't be silly, Mandy." I put my arm around her shoulders.

She leaned against me, accepting my comfort eagerly. Together we turned and walked back to Westwood, back toward the dormitory, our footsteps echoing hollowly on the pavement, oblivious to the stares from passing cars.

I regretted having stopped Mandy's recital a little bit. It seemed that we were getting into an area of intimacy that we both wanted to explore but the landscape was too dangerous for us to continue.

"Look, Mandy, let's not let ourselves get too depressed over this, whatever it is." We were back in the heart of Westwood, now, and the party mood was slightly infectious.

"You're right," she said, shaking her head and wiping the last tear away from under her eye. "What would you like to do, Jodie?"

"What do you say we rent a video and go up to my room? I have a VCR and you can make some popcorn while I get the dirty clothes off the couch."

"That sounds like fun, Jodie. You're a good friend."

"I hope so, Mandy, I hope so."

We selected Frank Capra's classic, "Sullivan's Travels". It's a comedy about a movie director who goes looking for the truth about poverty so he can make a movie about it. He learns that the poor already know more than they care to know about poverty and the rich don't care. He also learns that films don't have much value beyond their entertainment value. And that sometimes the greatest service you can do for someone is to just entertain them, to help them forget their troubles, even if just for a little while.

Back in my dorm room Mandy made popcorn in my electric popper, (we can't have stoves of hot-plates in the dorm), while I straightened up the room and put the tape in the VCR.