Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

She smiled at him, touched his cock, so warm in the chili night air. "Can I go home with you, Dave?" she asked. "But you've got to understand this. I won't go to bed with you. It's just that I have to have some company while I get my life straightened out. Okay?"

"Anything you say." He took her hand and they started across the darkened lawn toward his waiting Volkswagen.

Changes, changes! Becky thought as they approached his car. How her life had changed since the day she and Ted had come to terms about the future of their relationship. The love she had felt for Audrey had disappeared forever, and she knew now, in the aftermath, that the final truth she had seemingly discovered in Sapphic love was only a way station on her path to happiness. It wasn't the ultimate answer. Perhaps there were no ultimate answers.

She knew as she walked with him, hand in hand, that she would fuck Dave tonight, and she knew that she would enjoy it. He would reawaken the heterosexual impulses that had lain dormant in her since her first evening with Audrey. Funny. He had told her that he loved her. The same hopeless passion she had known for her almost-sorority sister. She couldn't tell him she loved him, because she didn't. She doubted that she could ever know true, selfless, all-consuming love with anyone, but she intended to keep on looking.

The Dave Shearing phase of her life was just beginning and she knew it would be as evanescent as the glow of a firefly in the night, but there was no reason not to try it on for size. After all, her heart sang in her ears, "Your God-given body is your own." It was hers to keep, hers to give away, hers to enjoy. Maybe there was nothing more in life than the realization of that single, important truth. And she had so much more living to do!