Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

Carole snorted. "I hope you kicked him right in the crotch."

"No, I told him if he didn't stop bothering me, I'd call the police.

But you know something? I threatened to tell his mother, and he said Ted had already told what happened, and the woman wasn't fazed at all.

Can you beat that?"

Carol shrugged. "Typical. These mothers are nothing but legalized whores. I've yet to meet one that has any semblance of dignity or decency. It's sad, it really is. I guess they're not much better than animals. It's a pity they can't be segregated somewhere away from the rest of us who know how to live a clean life."

Suzanne giggled. "Maybe so, but then there're some who might say the same about you and Yvonne."

Carole's eyes widened. "Oh, knock it off!" she exploded. "You're mixing apples and pears. Don't tell me you put me in the same category?"

"Of course not," said Suzanne quickly. "I was just trying to be objective."

Carole sniffed. "After last night, you have no basis for being objective, dear," she commented softly. She stared at Suzanne for a moment. "You're terribly nice, you know. In bed, I mean."

"Thanks. I can use a few compliments."

They both laughed, and Carole lit a cigarette.

"Jeez, I really am tired. Two classes today, and an interview about a part-time job."

"Tell you what," said Suzanne. "Why don't you and Yvonne have dinner here with me tonight? I've got a whole mess of stuff in the refrigerator. Come on, I'd love to."

Carole smiled. "Oh, you certainly know the right things to say at the right time," she murmured. "It's a deal. Yvonne'll be home soon. You plan to eat early? I'm actually starved."

"Whenever you want," replied Suzanne, moving into the kitchen. "I'll start right away."

"Okay," said Carole, rising. "I'll go clean up and put on my robe, and when Yvonne gets home, we'll come up. Okay?"

She went over to the door. "Hey, Suzanne, come and lock the door behind me." She giggled as Suzanne came into the room. "We don't want any unwanted company, now, do we?"

"You bet."

Suzanne locked the door behind her, and went back into the kitchen, humming to herself. She felt her spirits rising at the prospect of company. She remembered her thoughts the night before, seeing the closeness between Yvonne and Carole. Well, if she didn't have a roommate, at least she'd be having some good company, and she looked forward to a good dinner with pleasant conversation and afterwards…

Suzanne grinned to herself wickedly. Who knows? She thought maybe afterwards they might all roll into bed again. It was fun, she had to admit; it was real fun, and wonderful sex. Just at the thought, she felt a twinge within her and a tingle in her loins. Yes, it just might be a wonderful evening again. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Efficiently she took a canned ham off the shelf, opened it, and placed it in a casserole, covering it with a small can of sliced peaches and a few cloves. She popped it into the oven, and then paused a moment, looking at the boxes of frozen vegetables in the freezer compartment.

She decided on peas and cauliflower and broke open the packages, placing the vegetables together in one large pan, filling it with water and placing it on the top burner. What about dessert? She had half a layer cake left over. Cake and ice cream, she thought. Easy and appealing. Fine. That's what it would be.

By the time Yvonne and Carole clattered up the stairs from their apartment, both in their robes and slippers, Suzanne had changed her clothes herself, put on her terrycloth robe, and had laid the table for three. The twilight outside had given way to darkness, and the apartment had a warm, cozy atmosphere that soothed her nerves. She felt they were going to have a nice pleasant meal and a relaxing evening together afterwards.

"Hi, doll," said Yvonne, coming over and giving her a squeeze around the waist. "I hear you're playing cook tonight?"

"Uh-huh. And I hope you'll like it."

"Anything's fine, boobsy, tonight I could eat a horse," said Yvonne, flopping into a chair and reaching for her cigarettes. "Carole tells me you met one of the kids today."

"Yes. I told him to get the hell away from me."

"Good for you. I still think they'll try and see you again, so be careful."

"I am. That front door's locked and it's going to stay that way. If I hear them outside, I'm calling the police."

"Now you're talking. Say, I had a wild idea today. I thought maybe I could get three well-built guys over here some night and hide them in the bathroom, and then you invite those little bastards over, and they'd get a beating they wouldn't forget. I know a few guys who'd love to avenge your sullied virtue. Jeff for one, I'm sure."

Suzanne grinned. "It sounds great, but I'd rather let well enough alone. You know something, though…" She paused a moment, and giggled. "I was thinking about Donald. On his own, he wouldn't be bad to take. I mean, he does have a real nice face, and his body's wellbuilt, and…"

"And his cock's gorgeous, I know, I know," Yvonne interrupted her.

"Listen, you horny little sex maniac, he may have been great when he finally got with it, but that doesn't mean you're to start anything going with a tramp like that. If you're horny, I've got plenty of guys who'd just love to come over and screw you. To say nothing of Carole and me, incidentally."

"Don't worry, I'm not thinking about it," Suzanne said soberly. "But I just feel sorry for him. He could be a real nice kid, away from that family and the neighborhood."

"Well, you keep your altruistic feelings for those who deserve them," said Carole. "You're not out of the woods yet, remember. If you have your period, you can breathe easily. Oh, by the way, did you go to a doctor?"

Suzanne shook her head. "No, I figured between Yvonne's douche powder and all that hot water, I'm probably okay."

"Oh, well, so be it," said Carole.

"She's okay," snapped Yvonne, "That stuff I gave her'd kill anything.

Besides do you think I'd have messed around with her last night if I thought she had something?"

Suzanne reached into the oven and took out the ham.

"Mmm, that smells divine," said Carole. "Are we eating now?"

"We sure are. Gather round."

Within minutes, they were all settled round the table, helping themselves to the spread of ham, vegetables and steaming hot coffee.

Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled affectionately.

"Anyone who can whomp up a dinner like this deserves to be married," she said softly. "Sam's a lucky guy."

Suzanne smiled happily. "I hope you're right. I just hope he gets back soon. I'm ready for him now. Oh, God, am I ready!"

The last plate had been washed and put away, and they relaxed in the living room, each with another cup of coffee. Carole closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

"Oh, that was wonderful. You don't know how I appreciate it, Suzanne. I was in no mood to cook."

"It was good, wasn't it?" said Suzanne. "Ham's one of my favorites, and it's so easy to fix, too."

"Was it a kosher ham, dear?" asked Yvonne evilly, and they all laughed.

"Which reminds me," she continued, inhaling deeply from her everpresent cigarette. "I went with this kosher guy once. You know, I do believe there's a difference in having sex with a circumcised guy and one who's not."

"Yvonne!!"

Carole's voice exploded across the room.

"Relax, I'm just reminiscing," she said imperturbably. "But I have found when they've had something cut off their cock, they don't seem as aggressive. Maybe I'd feel the same way if I had half my tits removed."

"If you had half your tits removed, dear," said Carole calmly. "You could join the men's swimming team."

"Bitch!"

Suzanne laughed, enjoying the pleasant banter between them, their obvious affection showing through the exchange of insults.