Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

But am I right in saying that you've had more sex the last two days than you've ever had before?"

Suzanne nodded. "I've never had sex before. Ever. Not with anyone. But … but I've often wanted to."

"Why didn't you? I thought you and Sam were pretty thick there for a while."

"Well, mother's always told me it wasn't right. I mean, not until after you're married."

Yvonne snorted loudly. "Yeah, I get the picture."

"I wanted to, but I just couldn't. There was one night, no, there were lots of nights when we almost did, but right at the last minute I'd hear mother's voice and I lost interest."

Yvonne nodded. "It sounds like lots of mothers I know. They may have screwed their asses off when they were teenagers, but they don't want their daughters to do it. Some sort of moral retribution or whatever.

Hell, I'm disgusted with people like that. Including your mother. I feel it's better to be open about things than brainwash someone until they're so full of guilt and misery that they never can enjoy sex, even after they're married. I know lots of couples like that. I mean, married, but still have a hang-up which stems from an overly strict upbringing. Maybe that's why I'm so free about things."

Suzanne frowned and stared at her friend for a moment.

"But how… I mean, I don't understand how you can say you and Carole are lovers, and yet you can still go with men. You said last night you do."

Yvonne nodded. "Yes, I do, sometimes. Like Jeff. I've shacked up with him a couple of times, but then he's one of the few men in my life that really turns me on. I mean, he's without a doubt the sexiest guy on campus. You've got to admit that. And what he does in bed is a whole chapter out of my diary. Oh, wow, that guy is something else again.

He's got a body that won't quit and a cock that should become a national monument one of these days. Not that I'm hung up on big cocks, mind you," Yvonne added hastily. "But Jeff's is about the most beautiful piece of meat I've ever seen on any man, bar none."

Suzanne giggled. "Is it as big as they say it is?"

Yvonne reached for the ashtray and mashed her cigarette, erupting with a deep laugh at the same time.

"So you're curious as well? I noticed the way you were watching him in Verne's the other day. I guess every chick at Wayne would like to know.

Well, I'll tell you, my former vestal virgin. Jeff's cock is long. It's also rather thick. It has enough foreskin over the end to make drapes for this entire apartment. His balls could double on the pool table, and when that whole gorgeous area stands up to attention, I feel like a dog beside a fireplug; I just want to lift my legs and wrap myself around it. He really is quite incredible."

Suzanne nodded. "That colored guy Clayton is big."

"They say all colored studs are bigger'n white guys, but let me assure you, Jeff'd give the whole goddamn NAACP a run for its money. Also, I guess for me the most important thing about that adorable man's penis is the fact that it's very white, very smooth. No big veins like some.

Just one big white lollipop waiting to be licked." Yvonne shifted in the bed and laughed again. "Jeez, I'd better stop this. I'm getting horny just thinking about him."

Suzanne laughed. "I've often wanted to know Jeff better. I've only said hello a couple of times. But I know he lays just about any girl he can, and I felt it wasn't any use, you know trying to know him, because I wouldn't go to bed with him."

"But that was before, dear," said Yvonne crisply. "And now? Would you now?"

Suzanne nodded slowly. "Maybe I would. I don't know for sure. I still love Sam, and he's the one I really want."

Yvonne smiled. "Well, let me tell you something else, then. I love Carole. She's everything to me. But we've been together long enough to know that love is based on more than just sex. Which is why I'm able to shack up with some guy, or like last night, we're both able to have a little orgy with some other girl, and not let this get in the way of our feelings for each other. Sex is sex. To me, and to Carole, it's part of the scene, but not the most important. We can take it or leave it. We always take it, though, I assure you. And I've always believed in not having sex with someone just because you might feel like it at the time. Like with you, I've wanted to ball you ever since we met. But I got to know you, and I knew there'd be a right time. It's like every person: there's a right time, a right place, a right individual, and then everything fits. Everything comes out right, like last night. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Suzanne nodded. "Of course I did. You know that."

"Sure. And maybe we'll ball again. Who knows? And don't you go getting any romantic notions about me or Carole just because we had a little pussy for late supper. It was something that was fun; it happened and it's over."

"You sound so sensible about things," said Suzanne. "I wish I were. I'm still kinda confused, because…" She hesitated. "You see, the way I suddenly became so sexy last night, it sorta scares me, looking back on it. I mean, now I feel I've done something very wrong. When the boys attacked me, that was different. They forced me. But last night, I did it because I wanted to. You understand? I really wanted to do everything we did, and even while I was doing it, I felt it was wrong, but I didn't care. Something stronger made me do it. And it was wonderful. But now I'm wondering: how about what I really feel? Do I want men? Do I want women? Oh, Yvonne, I feel so terrible."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yvonne reached over and patted Suzanne on the shoulder. "You're only going through a delayed adolescence. Hell, you should have been behaving like this five years ago, but then you've got that mother of yours to thank for that. She should join Billy Graham instead of organizing tea parties for the Grosse Pointe Ladies' Club.

Anyway, try not to feel guilty. Would you believe lots of girls, and men, too, will mess around like we did. It doesn't mean you're a dyke.

It just means you let go because you'd been primed right. Jeff even told me once that he'd had a wild evening with some guys over on Forest Avenue at some house there. You know that big three-story one near Lincoln? They call it Homosexual Haven because of all the queens living there. Well, Jeff says he kinda hung one on over there, but that doesn't mean he's giving up girls. And what we did last night doesn't mean you're giving up boys. I'll bet the minute Sam gets back into town, you'll be rolling into bed with him so fast it'll make your boobs turn to jelly."

Suzanne laughed. "Yeah, maybe so. Oh, Yvonne, you're so wonderful. I wish I'd gone to bed with you a year ago. Maybe I wouldn't be so screwed up right now."

Yvonne pursed her lips and nodded slowly. "I wish we had, too, but then, like I said, these things always happen at the right time.

Seriously, baby, you do have a problem with those little finks up the street."

Suzanne felt a stab of terror as the memory returned, and her pleasant talk with Yvonne suddenly disappeared in a sea of apprehension.

"Oh, dear, I'd almost forgotten."

Yvonne laughed grimly. "Well, let me tell you, they'll probably be back. They know you're scared out of your wits, and the fact that they've laid you already only means they think they can do it again. So remember, don't open your door under any circumstances until you know who it is. And if for any reason they do get in, scream bloody murder."

"I've been thinking maybe I should move."

"No, that's only running away. It'll have to get pretty hairy before I'd advise that."

Suzanne pondered a moment. "You know, the sad thing about it is I didn't think Donald was like that. In fact, I believe he'd be all right if it weren't for his brother and his influence. Ted's the bad one in that family. But Donald is a nice boy at heart."