Midge Gette - Teaching Sex Education

Jud wanted to beat Billy to a pulp, but to move was to have his throat slashed, and probably Jennifer's. His fists clenched in anguished frustration. He could hear John's moans becoming a gurgling groan.

John thrust his loins out against Jennifer's face, his climax building. His eyes lidded, he swung out against his grip on her, feeling her mouth moving up and down the length of him. He grinned with the warm surge, and then tensed as it began to mount.

Jennifer could feel him begin to spasm, could feel his fingers painfully tighten in her hair, could feel his sweaty thighs slap against her cheeks. Then he tensed and his prod sprayed out into the back of her mouth. She coughed and choked at the acrid flow, and he flung her away. She fell back to the sand, wiping her mouth as John swayed above her for a few moments, his reddened shaft still pumping, dripping upon the beach.

"You're good. Say, what's your name?" he asked breathlessly, opening his eyes.

"J-Jennifer," she stammered, feeling nausea churning her stomach.

"Yeah, J-Jennifer," he mocked. "You're r-real good. Billy, you want some while I take time to get it up again?" he asked, turning from her.

Billy nodded, and John went over to Jud, taking his knife from his trousers. With the knife at Jud's throat, Billy put his away and stood.

"Don't you worry, boy. Billy's real good. He'll take care of J-Jennifer," John taunted.

Jud watched as Billy stopped before Jennifer. She looked up and for a moment their eyes met. Yet, neither could hold the look, shame and embarrassment sweeping over both. Billy lifted Jennifer's chin with the toe of his shoe. She looked up into his glassy eyes, waiting for some instruction or for his attack.

Billy's hand came out of his slacks and his knife opened. Jennifer cringed, and Jud forced his eyes shut, the veins standing out on his throat and arms. Billy reached down and caught Jennifer's bra between her breasts and jerked her to her feet. Crying out in surprise, she balanced herself to see the knife move toward her. She stared with wide eyes as it approached her breasts. Then, quickly, it sliced through the cloth of her bra.

Putting the knife away, Billy pulled the cloth free and looked at the silken pillows of her breasts, at the puffed cushions of her aureoles and the gentle nubs of her nipples.

Hearing no cry of pain, Jud opened his eyes, nausea burning his throat. Jud felt the blood drain from his face, felt sweat bead his body, and knew his only other choice was death.

"Don't worry baby," Billy whispered. "I'm too smacked out to even get a hard-on," he whispered sadly, running his hands over her body. "Just gonna hold you."

Jennifer felt relieved as he embraced her. Her head in the nock of his shoulder, she looked behind him, and started at the, sight of John and Jud. Jud's eyes were closed and his mouth was twisted with repulsion. John's tool was hardening again, a sickly smile on his lips. Tears welled up once again as she realized the degradation they were being forced to share.

"You through, Billy?" John asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, John, I'm through." Billy answered, stepping back from Jenny, his sad eyes touching her briefly.

"Good. Come and hold him down, huh?"

Billy took out his knife again and switched places with John, his eyes on the sand. John stood and moved back toward Jennifer. He grabbed her roughly by the sides and threw her onto her back, falling atop her. She cried out as he drove up into her. Jud watched helplessly as the pale flanks rose and fell cruelly, heard his grunting and her cries. Then it was over.

Wiping himself with her severed bra, John dressed himself. He walked over to Billy and Jud and grinned down at them.

"That's a nice little piece you got there, J-Jud. You keep it warm in case I should ever want some more, he snickered. "After we're gone you might think of callin' cop or somethin', but don't. Cause we'll be long gone and all it'll get you is J-Jennifer's picture in the paper tellin' the world how she ain't cherry no more. You understand?"

Jud nodded, just wanting them to be gone, for this to be over with. Then the knife was away from his throat and John's shoe was clipping him just above his eye. He fell back in a daze.

John laughed and put his arm around Billy, leading him toward the dunes. Weeping, Jennifer eased herself up and painfully stood. From the darkness came the sound of an auto starting and then driving away. She stumbled toward Jud.

Brushing the tears from her face, Jennifer knelt beside Jud. Moaning, he pushed himself up onto one elbow trying to overcome the vertigo and nausea he felt.

"Are… are you all right?" Jennifer asked weakly.

"Yeah, I think… so. Just sorta punchdrunk, I guess. Are you okay? I mean… did they hurt you?" he asked, looking up at her, grief and guilt merging in his eyes.

"No, the… the big one was cruel and rough but she trailed off, dropping her eyes from his.

"I'm sorry, baby. But there wasn't anything I could do," he said, asking her to understand.

"I know. Nothing anybody could do. So ugly. Why… why do men want to do that? To just… masturbate with a woman, with no… no joy… no love, just using a person like a tissue they'd blow their nose on. So empty. Why, Jud? Why!" she suddenly demanded, near hysteria.

"I don't know, Jen. I… maybe they don't like women really, but just can't admit it to themselves. I don't know," he trailed off, shaken by her heaving shoulders and her sobs. He reached out to touch her shoulder comfortingly, to embrace her against the world, but she recoiled as if a snake had touched her. Jud blinked, shaken, his hand still extended. His lips parted to ask what was wrong, but he said nothing, silenced by the burning anger in her wide eyes.

"I… I only…" he faltered helplessly.

She stared at him for a moment, and then her eyes changed as if realizing who he was, that it was not John's hand come to defile her again. She pressed her fingers to her temples and shook her head.

"I… I'm sorry, Jud. I…"

"It's okay, baby," he said, his eyes probing for some explanation. "Do you want to go back into town?"

"Yes. Away from here," she nodded and stood, stumbling back to where her clothes lay in the sand.

Jud watched her for a moment and then painfully stood. She turned her back to him and quickly dressed, and Jud felt as if his knees were being kicked out from under him, as if the last shreds of happiness and hope were being torn from his grasp. With a dead, hollow feeling he dressed. Silently, they returned to his car.

The drive was tortuously long with silence. Jennifer sat next to the door, staring into the night. Jud glanced at her, but did not know what words to say, or if there were words. Finally, they pulled to a stop in front of her house and she opened the door.

"Jen, I… Do you want to do anything about… call the police or…?" he asked, feeling that he should.

"No!" she snapped, then immediately calmed. "No, he was right. What good would it do? It'd only drag this out. Good night, Jud. I wish… I wish my head wasn't so messed up. Night." And the door was closed and she was walking swiftly toward her door.

Jud watched the door shut behind her. Was it all over between them? Did she blame him for taking her to the isolated beach in the first place, for not being able to defend her, for simply being a male like their attackers? His head still ached from the blows and the emotional devastation of seeing her attacked, of having her turn away from him in her distress rather than to him for comfort, had all left him exhausted. Wearily, he started the car and drove away.

Jennifer sat on the edge of her bed, glad that her mother had already gone to sleep and, for once, glad that her father was not at home. It seemed as if she should be able to confide in her mother, be offered her comfort. But she was alone. There was no one. No one to trust, no one to believe, no one to love. The world had become a dark tunnel seeking to swallow her in nothingness.