Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

"Nice? He fucked you, too, didn't he?"

"Yes, but… well, okay, so they all did, and it was pretty horrible, but at least I noted a different feeling with Donald. I mean, he's younger. He's got some tenderness in him."

"You mean he had his tenderness in you, don't you?"

"No, come off it. I mean, he's a good kid at heart, but he's been led astray. That's what I want to find out about this neighborhood, about the people who live here. Is it because they're bad themselves, which I don't believe, or is it the poverty, the misery they live in which makes them that way?"

Yvonne sighed. "Listen, Miss Goodbody, you can't change the world.

You've got to take it as it is. And those characters are all the same.

They start fucking at six and they'd do it if they lived in Grosse Pointe or the Appalachians, where most of them come from, anyway. No, dear, there's some who just don't have the inborn reserve about sex that we expect. So don't waste your time with them. If you want to see them again, of course, that's a different matter." She giggled. "Maybe they're good sex. Were they? I mean, how big were their cocks?"

Suzanne flushed. "Stop it."

"No, I won't. Tell me. I mean, I know you don't have much basis for comparison, but you can tell, can't you? Like this Donald that you seem to be in a tizzy about. Was he as big as his brother, or the colored boy?"

"No, he wasn't, but he was big, I'm sure, for his age. Ted was bigger, and Clayton was really big, and real thick, too."

Yvonne laughed. "Like the three bears, huh? Momma, poppa and baby bear.

Let me ask you something. Suppose they came back, no threats, no violence, but real nice, calm, reserved, and said how about it? Would you go to bed with any of them again from choice?"

Suzanne flushed. "I don't ever want to see any of them again," she said.

"You don't sound very positive about that."

"Well, maybe Donald."

Yvonne's laugh caused Carole's eyes to open, and she murmured, "Shut your hole, godammit, I'm trying to sleep." Suzanne smiled selfconsciously.

"He is kinda sweet," she murmured. "I like him, too."

"You mean you like him because he's young, sexy, well-built, and has a big cock. Oh, dear, how typical can we get?"

Yvonne reached for another cigarette, and inhaled deeply.

"I'm willing to bet you do have sex with him again. Maybe with all three."

"No, never."

"Okay, okay, I was only kidding you. After all, dear, I know you're still pretty shook up over what happened, and there's no use sitting around moping about it. So I find it's often better to make a joke of things."

"Well, that's no joke, believe me."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Suzanne paused a moment, then giggled wickedly.

"But if Donald comes back alone, and is nice to me, well, who knows?"

"Oh, you little bitch!"

They both broke into loud laughter, and Carole raised up and glared at them.

"Son-of-a-bitch," she muttered. "Fuck all night and talk all day. Never a peaceful moment around here, that's for sure." She leaned over and kissed Yvonne lightly. "Good morning, love," she said warmly.

Suzanne stared at the two girls, and for a moment envied their obvious closeness, their rapport, the feeling that they shared.

"Good morning, Suzanne," said Carole, putting her hand over and squeezing her softly. "You okay today?"

Suzanne nodded. Carole swung her legs out of the bed, stood up and stretched, yawning loudly. "I'll go put the coffee on," she said, moving towards the kitchen.

Yvonne winked at Suzanne. "Just like a good little wife," she said coyly. "Come back here for a quickie, Carole."

"Fuck you," came the voice from the kitchen, quite pleasantly.

Yvonne laughed. "You know what a dyke with a hard-on looks like?"

Suzanne shook her head, and Yvonne stuck her tongue out and held it there, projecting stiffly from her lips. Suzanne laughed, and Carole put her head round the door.

"That broad's always got a hard-on," she commented.

"With you around, can you blame me?" replied Yvonne casually, slipping out of bed and reaching for her robe. "Well, I'm going to take a healthy crap, if you'll excuse my French."

She disappeared into the bathroom, and Suzanne lay back, staring across the room, and thinking how wonderful it would be to have a close friend to live with; maybe not for sex, but just for company. She envied Yvonne and Carole; their life together seemed so secure, so fulfilling.

With a sigh, she sat up on the edge of the bed, put on her robe, and walked into the kitchen and sat down. Already the percolator had begun filling the air with a pungent aroma. She felt refreshed and cheerful.

"I have a class at nine," she remarked, looking at the clock, which pointed to seven-fifteen.

"You mean you want to bug out?" asked Carole, busily washing dishes at the sink.

"No, I'll have some coffee, and then I'd better get back to my place and clean up."

"Okay. You can eat here if you like. We've got plenty."

Suzanne shook her head. "No, I'm not hungry. Some coffee'll be fine, though, thanks."

She stared at the other girl, standing naked at the sink, and admired her figure, so slender, yet with such full breasts and wide hips, immeasurably feminine. There was no trace of embarrassment in her manner; it seemed so natural for her to be without clothes. In the back of her mind, Suzanne heard her mother's voice, echoing back from years before… "A lady never goes around naked. Even your father's never seen me without something on. I believe in modesty, like every selfrespecting woman."

She smiled to herself. If only her mother could see her now, she thought.

The front door closed behind her, and Suzanne locked it with a sigh of relief. Even though she knew it would be too early for any young man to have rape on his mind, she was taking no chances. She had had Yvonne scout the stairway before she left the apartment for her own, and once inside, the warm comforting glow she experienced with her friends began to disappear. She was once more alone; once more vulnerable.

Stop it, she whispered to herself, walking into the bathroom and turning on the hot water faucets in the tub, there's no sense being ridiculous about it. The door's locked. You're safe. Maybe safe from physical harm for the moment, but what about her own fears? What about her own desires? Would she ever be safe from those?

Impatiently Suzanne hung up her robe behind the bathroom door and reached for her toothbrush. Energetically she attacked her teeth, scrubbing harder than usual, as if through the act she would help chase the feeling gnawing at her stomach, aching in her loins. Yes, she couldn't deny it, coupled with the fright was the deep desire for something to happen again, something that would help mature her burgeoning sexuality, help make it blossom to its fullest so she could no longer think of herself as a girl but as a woman, filled with all the passionate responses a woman should have, able to handle any situation where a man (or a woman) was concerned. Yes, it wasn't just sex with men now; it was sex, plain and not so simple. It was the tiger let loose in the jungle of her pubic hair.

She turned off the water and eased herself into the tub, letting her body slide beneath the warm water, savoring the sensual pleasure of the splashing against her skin, vitalizing her vagina again with erotic desire and bringing her breasts once more to erection. It was true; as her fingers rubbed over her magnificent orbs, she felt the nipples firm beneath her touch. Jeez, had she turned into a raving sex maniac?

She closed her eyes, and with the soap in one hand she slicked her other and rubbed herself, carefully, sensually. Her fingers massaged her breasts and nipples, and her mind fled back to Yvonne's soft caresses the night before. Mentally she felt Yvonne's fingers on her body, Yvonne's softness exciting her to a fever pitch of desire. Her groin tingled with the rising tide of sexual arousal, and slowly she let her fingers slide down, across her stomach, and come to rest in her bush, pushing her labia open and reaching their final goal.