Chapter 3
The girls climbed into the oversized shower together and soon hot, hot water was cascading down against their bodies, like a billion tiny needles biting into their flesh. Donna squealed with delight-the stinging caress of the rushing water made her feel wonderfully alive and pink, almost virginal, and like a virgin, she began to tremble in anticipation as Valarie picked up a washcloth and began to soap her body, wheeling the sudsy invader over every patch and curl of the golden-one's body in slow, swirling, tantalizing strokes that quickly had Donna moaning quietly in expectation.
There was a bench built into one end of the shower stall and Valarie had Donna sit there while she finished the job of soaping her body. She spent several minutes building huge mounds of snowy lather on top of the honey-blonde's quivering breasts, giggling with delight as once again she watched the nipples there swell and grow hard and change color from soft, soft pink to a bold and angry red.
"Spread your legs, lover," Valarie said. "Let me work this bit of terry-cloth against that beautiful love thing you have there."
Donna leaned back against the wall, raising her legs up into the air, high above her head, and then suddenly snapped them open ... and Valarie seemed to lose her breath for a long, long moment.
"Oh, Donna ... lover...."
Valarie dropped the washcloth down against the ripe and pulsing lips of the golden one's vulva, hesitated for a moment ... and then began to work that sudsy invader around and around, and after what seemed like a lifetime of beautiful and terrible agony to Donna, the almond-eyed girl forced a bit of that shimmering bit of terry down past those convulsing lips and into the reawakening load of love-juice that was once again beginning to bubble up hot and thick within her fiery cauldron.
"Rinse off," Valarie cried. "Oh, lover ... lover, I want to make love to you right here in the shower!"
Donna danced out into the middle of the shower, her hips and shoulders moving in a slow and sensuous rhythm, ripely voluptuous, teasing ... and then she stopped, sucked in a deep breath of air that seemed to stretch her breasts to their fullest and proudest position. She placed her hands defiantly on her hips and glared at her roommate with something primitive and wild with promise in her eyes. Valarie began to shudder, her entire body rippling hotly with desire and expectation ... and then she began to groan softly, deep within her throat, signifying the fiery hunger she felt-a hunger that had absolutely nothing to do with a need for food.
"Oh, Donna ... oh, I ... I...."
Once again the golden-one began to move, swaying in a gentle sort of rhythm, a mere hint of the fiery sort of passion that was beginning to steam up from her cauldron. She turned her back to Valarie and then sprang up onto the tips of her toes like a ballerina ... and then she twisted her legs and hips into this seemingly impossible sort of position. She stopped, a statue of golden marble, still as stone except for a rippling muscular action which made its way in hotly pulsing spurts across the firm, fleshy cheeks of her round rump.
"My God," Valarie cried. "Donna, I ... oh, lover, I'm dripping ... dripping, lover and I don't mean with water."
"Join me," Donna said.
"Oh, no," Valarie said, and laughed. "I ... I'm afraid I might break something if I tried."
The giggles hit both girls ... and then they started to clown around, teasingly, really hamming it up for one another, lost in a world of freedom which seemed to feed on the little games of titillation each girl played out in great and seductive beauty for the other.
"Hey, I ... I'll be back in a flash," Valarie said, and then darted from the shower. "There's this ... this thing I really want to show you, lover...."
The thing turned out to be a huge leather dildo, complete with a fantastic set of testicles. A complicated series of straps and buckles dangled from the root of the thing ... and Donna watched in wide-eyed fascination as Valarie began to fasten the straps around her waist and hips and thighs.
"Oh, wow," Donna said and giggled. "I mean, are you ever hung, man ... I mean, ma'am!"
Valarie struck what she hoped was a weight-lifter's pose, elbow crooked and muscle flexed, and then she curled the fingers of one hand around the base of the dildo and began to twirl that hunk of dead-cow skin around and around, little animal noises gurgling away madly in her throat.
"How'd you like to have a bit of this, girly?" she said, her voice suddenly deep and rich, surprisingly masculine. "It's guaranteed to please, little missy ... or double your money back."
Donna managed to nod her head.
The water, as it cascaded down on the piece of leather, very quickly turned it into something dark and shiny ... and the honey-blonde began to shudder as an old memory eased its way by tiny pieces into her brain.
What's happening to me? Donna asked herself.
The memory continued to flicker within her, vague and all but formless ... and yet, undeniably frightening. Why? Why?
The dildo....
Something about its size and color ... but what?
The flickering grew brighter and brighter, and then the complete memory exploded into terrifying clarity: it centered around a short and rather violent affair the golden-one had had at seventeen. The boy's name was Tyrone Gilhooley. He had stood six-feet-six at the time of their little fling, six-feet-six and still growing. Tall and terrible Tyrone, the star of the high-school basketball team ... and the only Black man she had ever gone to bed with. They had gone for a ride out in the country so that Tyrone might unwind after a big game ... and they had made love under the stars. It was their first time together-indeed, their only time, as the boy Donna had thought of as sweet and gentle and shy turned out to be a hard and unfeeling boor, concerned only with his own needs and desires. He had slapped her across the face-hard, a dozen times or more, because she had refused to take his long and monstrously hard penis into her mouth.
"Look, bitch," he had screamed. "You're going to blow me ... and I'm not kidding."
"No," Donna had screamed back at him, and then tried to duck out of the path of his huge, meaty hand as it sailed through the air toward her face.
"You'd do it if I were white...."
"That's crazy, Tyrone...."
"Bull shit!"
"Oh, Tyrone...."
He had called her "a hinky hunky-bitch" and then he had threatened to leave her out there in the middle of nowhere if she continued to refuse him. It was already very late ... and it would take her hours and hours to get home if he left her there, Donna decided. Her father would be out of his mind with worry ... and he sure didn't need anything more to worry about.
"All right, Tyrone," she had said, and her voice cracked with pain. "You win ... you win...."
She had been physically ill for weeks after the incident ... and it was nearly another six months before she agreed to go out on a date again. Not that there were all that many offers. Tyrone had apparently spread the tale of their little affair in the woods ... and in a school where racial tensions ran high Donna very quickly found herself persona non grata with many of the white students and she felt that the Black students who asked her out were merely interested in getting a quick roll in the hay from a white chick.
"Hey, Donna," Valarie cried. "Where you at?"
"Oh, I ... I...."
The honey-blonde tried to shake the memory from her mind. The beautiful thing that was beginning to unfold for she and Valarie was too good to let some stupid thing out of her past spoil it, she decided. Somehow, she managed to chase away all thought of Tyrone the Terrible from her mind ... and after a rather long moment a grin returned to her face as she watched the dark-haired girl continue to clown around with the dildo.
It seemed to Donna that Valarie's clowning had taken on a mounting sense of excitement, as if she were caressing something more than a hunk of stuffed leather ... as if that thing had been magically transformed into the real thing, wonderfully alive and throbbing with blood.
"They call me 'the Stud'," Valarie said.
"Oh, my mommy warned me about boys like you," Donna said in what she hoped was a sweet, wide-eyed little girl from the country voice. "You're a nasty boy . , . nasty, nasty ... and if you continue to play with yourself you'll grow hair on the palms of your hands and go crazy. My mommy told me, that's what happens to people who play with themselves-it drives them crazy!"
"It'll drive who crazy, little missy?"
Donna began to laugh, and in her own voice replied : "Er ... ah ... the both of us, Mr. Stud...."
"I usually charge by the inch, baby," Valarie said, "but I'm willing to make an exception in your case ... in fact, I think I'll do it for free."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Stud," Donna said. "You are a kind and noble man."
"Naw; just horny...."
"Me, too," Donna moaned.
The shaft of the dildo was a good twelve inches long and as big around as a half-dollar piece. It was so huge, so ... beautifully huge ... and suddenly the golden-one began to tremble with fear. Valarie sensed the change almost immediately. She stopped her clowning, dropped to her knees in front of Donna and put her arms around her.
"It's really a fun sort of thing, Donna," she said. "The leather is as soft as kid. Here, feel it." Donna hesitated for a moment ... and then the dark-haired girl took her by the hand and curled her fingers around the shank of the dildo. "Soft ... isn't it, sweetheart?"
"Y-y-y-yes...."
It was, indeed, soft, Donna decided, as soft as kid ... but it felt ... well, sort of weak and slimy, too, rather like what she imagined a very, very old man's penis might feel like. The thought made her cringe.
"It's so big," she said.
"I promise, Donna ... really, lover ... I promise I won't put in more than you can handle," Valarie said. "But love boxes are really pretty amazing sort of things-they can take just about any size penis as long as it's done slowly, easily, and most of all, with love ... and I love you too damn much to ever want to hurt you, baby...."
"Okay," Donna said in a quiet little voice.
Once again she spread her long, smoothly tapered legs, catching the heels of her feet at the edge of the bench for support ... and then she settled back, her body covered with rippling gooseflesh, and waited for Valarie to make her move. The dark-haired girl lowered her head and began to nestle her face against the honey-blonde's vulva ... and Donna began to squirm, shivering in delightful expectation.
"Oh, Val ... lover...."
The almond-eyed girl placed a gentle and loving kiss on the moist lips of her roommate's vulva ... and the stall was suddenly heavy with the aroma of Donna's musk, and then Valarie flicked out her tongue and sent it down into that wet and gooey cauldron. She didn't go down very deeply, not more than a quarter of an inch, and after a moment of hesitation she began to run the tip of that bold, pink invader all along the entire length of that pulsing opening ... up and down, up and down, moving faster and faster, but never once penetrating deeper than a quarter of an inch into that tormented mass of spongy red-flesh.
"Val, Val ... oh, God, Val...."
More than anything, the golden-one wanted to grab her roommate by the head and force that teasing tongue down deeply into her vagina ... to feel those hungry lips and wonderful tongue moving about wildly within her cave of love, but she had to hold onto the wall with both hands to keep from sliding off the bench. The agony of the moment was very nearly more than she could bear.
"Deeper, Val," she cried. "Oh, lover ... please, please ... put your tongue deeper into my box, lover. Oh, lover, I ... I ... oh ... oh, Val...."
Valarie placed a parting kiss on the shimmering lips of the honey-blonde's vulva and got to her feet. She leaned forward, bracing herself against the wall with one hand while the other hand began to guide that long, fat hunk of leather she had hanging between her legs down into the wet and fiery mass of quivering flesh that was her roommate's vagina.
"I ... oh, Val, I...."
The dark-haired girl cut off Donna's words with a hot and hungry kiss, and the golden-one reached out and wrapped one of her arms around Valarie's back, cupping the hand at the other arm over the small, firm and trembling magic of one of the luscious breasts that seemed to beckon to her in the process. The nipple there was already hard, alive and pulsing, jerking about with the fiercest sort of desire.
"Relax, lover," Valarie said after a while. "You've got it all, Donna ... every last little fraction of it. Is it all right?"
"Oh, Val ... more than all right! It ... oh, lover, it feels so good ... so good and right...."
For the longest time the honey-blonde was unable to move, afraid that the least bit of action on her part would result in the two of them being sent sprawling onto the floor of the shower ... and so she merely leaned back against the wall, passively enjoying the somehow strangely vibrant motion of that bit of dead-cow skin her roommate eased in and out, in and out of the hot and thundering world of screaming need that was her cave of love.
"Donna ... baby ... lover...."
Finally, almost against her will, the golden-one began to move a little, too-thrusting her vagina upward ever-so-gently to meet her roommate's downward stroke. Gradually, she began to add a little side-to-side motion to the action, rolling and grinding her hips in a tight, tight little circle. It was such a delicious sort of sensation and it very quickly ripped away what little remained of her sense of caution. The thrusting of her pelvis grew wilder, bolder and bolder, more and more demanding ... and then, lost in the heady passion of the moment, she really began to undulate, rocking and grinding, her hips flying about in a huge, circular motion, moaning and crying out her fantastic sense of pure and absolute joy.
"Faster, Valarie," she cried. "Oh, lover ... ram that thing into me. Move, baby ... move ... ride ... faster, lover ... please, please, please ... harder. It's so good, Val ... so ... oh, so wonderful, baby...."
Her hips went into a sort of sliding/rolling motion, one side moving down and in while the other moved up and out ... and there was something in that bit of frantic action which caused that long and fat monster down within her wet and gooey prison to twist and jerk, to slip from side to side as it continued to move in and out, in and out.
"Oh, Val...."
"Yes, lover ... yes...."
Suddenly, the head of the leather penis brushed up hotly against the honey-blonde's clitoris ... and that little mountain of quivering pink flesh seemed to go insane, dancing and jerking and bobbing about wildly, pulsing like a bomb that was about to explode. "Oh, Val ... Val...." "I love you, Donna!"
"Oh, baby ... and I love you," Donna said. "I ... I guess I have for a long, long time but I was afraid to admit it ... even to myself."
"Oh, baby ... I'm so glad that you do!"
The movement of their bodies grew more and more intense, frantic and free, beautifully abandoned and totally committed to the expression of the fiery emotion they felt ... and then Donna began to moan, a raw and gurgling sort of sound from deep within her throat, unmistakably a signal that she was about to experience an orgasm. Suddenly, nothing else mattered ... only the raw and sprawling sense of tension that was beginning to creep into her toes, and she threw everything she had into the rolling of her hips and the grinding of her pelvis. They ended up on the hard floor of the shower, but neither girl seemed even the least bit aware of what had taken place. Valarie never missed a stroke, not a single one, all during the fall ... and Donna began to scream at the top of her voice, crying and jerking, as her climax began to make its way up out of the very tips of her toes.
"Oh, lover ... lover," Donna cried.
"Yes ... oh, yes ... yes...."
It exploded like a million megaton bomb going off in between her legs, the most intense orgasm the honey-blonde had ever experienced ... and it continued to erupt, a good half-dozen different times, each with a distinct beginning, middle and end, each wildly and wonderfully different, alike only in the beauty of their movement and the path in which they traveled, each profoundly complete.
"Oh ... sweet mother of mercy," Donna cried. "Oh, Val, I ... I never knew it could be like this...."
They continued to roll on the floor of the shower, like a pair of trained seals, twisting and barking, groaning and rasping, until at long, long last that final bit of convulsing muscles down with Donna's cauldron stopped twitching ... and then they still didn't move, not for the longest time. It was as if neither of them wanted to break the magic they both felt, and so they lay there, lost in the softness of each other's embrace ... and then Valarie sighed, slapped Donna playfully on the rump and said that it was time to make room for the next act in the Girls from Lesbos spectacular.
It took more than a little time for the girls to get all the various parts of their bodies untangled and separated. The dildo made a strange swooooshingggg sound as it slipped almost reluctantly from that wet and goo-covered mass that was the honey-blonde's spent and battered volcano.
"Oh, Val," Donna said in a whisper, as if she simply didn't have the strength to speak in her normal voice, "that was so fine, lover ... so beautiful. Really, I ... oh, I just don't have the words to describe it, baby, but ... oh ... oh, wow, Val!"
"You liked it, huh?"
"Oh, yes...."
"Now, the only question remaining unanswered is whether or not you will survive the experience," Valarie said, and laughed and laughed. "I guess I do pretty good work, huh?"
"Not bad, not bad...."
Valarie managed to struggle to her feet but the best Donna was able to do was to raise herself up a bit on one elbow. She watched in fascination as the almond-eyed girl began to unfasten the dildo.
"Gee, I didn't know those things were removable...."
Valarie twirled it around and around by the straps and then dropped it down onto Donna's belly.
"Climb into that thing, will you, sweetheart?" she said, a dark and trembling sort of huskiness edging its way into her voice. "And hurry, huh? I'm dripping...."
"What...?"
"It's my turn," Valarie said. "I haven't had that thing inside me for ... well, for a long, long time, and I'm really eager to feel it again. But first ... well, I think I'd better go and find some lubricating jelly. Be right back...."
Donna felt more than a little silly as she attached the dildo to her body. It felt so ... yeah, there was no other word for it, she decided ... so queer as it dangled like a hunk of lifeless meat from her pelvis. It felt heavy, strangely uncomfortable ... and she was unable to fit the huge testicles between her legsnot until she bowed her long and tapered legs.
I pity the poor guy who actually has a thing like this, she said to herself. Imagine, having to carry something this awkward and heavy around with you all the time! Wow! I never thought that guys had it so rough....
Valarie returned, a twisted tube of lubricating jelly in her hand. She squeezed a huge blob of the thick, blue goo into the palm of her hand and began to swirl it over the head and shank of the leather dildo, really covering that hunk of imitation manhood with heavy layers of the gunk. She squeezed another blob of the jelly into her hand, pushed it down so that it formed a high mound at the tips of her fingers ... and then she reached down between her legs, past her dripping vagina, and up, up into the dark and quivering world of her anus. She looked up into the eyes of the golden-one and smiled.
"I ... I really love it in the ... the back door," she said, a hint of some nameless sort of apprehension in her voice. "Oh, do I ever love it...."
"I ... I don't know, Val...."
"Oh, don't be so damn square," Valarie sputtered. "I mean ... hell, it's my tail, isn't it?"
"But won't it hurt you?"
"Oh, yeah," Valarie cried, her eyes big and round. "It hurts so nice, lover ... so very, very nice!"
Donna shrugged. "Okay...." she said, but her tone seemed to lack any real conviction. "I mean, I guess ... if you really want it, Val."
Valarie leaned forward against the wall of the shower, her arms spread out above her head and the fingers curled around two small chrome bars high up on the wall that Donna had never noticed before indeed, they looked as if they had been placed on the wall for the specific purpose to which they were about to be put.
"I'm ready, Donna...."
"I'm not...."
"Aw, c'mon, lover," Valarie said.
Once again the honey-blonde shrugged ... and then she took up a position in back of her roommate. Valarie reached down through her legs and grabbed the dildo and placed the head of it between the cheeks of her buttocks. She began to grunt and moan and squeal as Donna began to slide the long, thick, goocovered invader up into her anus.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Valarie said. "Yes ... yes...."
The golden-one slipped both of her arms tightly down around her roommate's firm, shimmering belly digging in for leverage, and then she began to roll her hips from side to side, twisting and grinding away at the dildo until all of the phony penis was up inside Valarie's dark and puckering hole.
"Is it okay, Val?"
"It's wonderful, lover...."
Donna slid one of her hands up to Valarie's firm, trembling breasts and began to toy with one of the dark, hard nipples she found there, rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger ... and then she sent her other hand down into the top part of the dark-haired girl's vagina, digging around in the meaty folds of skin there until she made contact with the clitoris there. "Oh, Donna...."
Valarie began to bounce about, urging Donna to action ... and, finally, the honey-blonde began to slide that thick and meaty invader which hung between her legs in and out, in and out of its dark and puckering prison. The dark-haired girl began to shudder, crying out, pleading at the top of her voice for Donna to really cut loose.
"Harder," she commanded. "Oh, Donna ... really ram that thing up into my ass ... ram it ... ram it, lover ... oh, baby ... yes ... yes, that's it ... that's the way I want it. Ram it ... ram it...."
The muscles in Donna's thighs and calves began to scream for relief, but somehow the golden-one managed to continue at her task, pounding away wildly with that awesome hunk of leather, ramming and driving and grinding, moving as if she were possessed, faster and faster and faster ... and as she wailed away, her lips and tongue were busily nibbling and licking and kissing away at the goose bump-covered flesh of the almond-eyed girl's back and neck and shoulders.
"Oh, Donna, I ... oh, I think ... yes ... oh, yes ... yes ... I'm going to make it, lover! Really, I ... oh, Donna ... lover ... lover, I'm going to make it! It's so good, baby ... so very, very good...."
"Oh, Val...."
Donna's hands were busy, too:
One tugged and rolled and jerked away at the hard and swollen little mountain of quivering pink flesh that was her roommate's screaming clitoris while the other kneaded and teased and tormented those small, ripe breasts, flicking the edge of her thumb back and forth, back and forth across the hard and convulsing agony that were those dark and angry nipples in the process, first one and then the other, back and forth, again and again and again. "Donna ... oh, lover...."
The honey-blonde's legs began to tremble, and she felt that they were going to give out at her at any moment, but still, somehow, she continued to grind away at a wild and frenzied sort of pace ... and then her whole body began to scream with pain, shaking convulsively, and all the while Valarie continued to howl for more.
"Oh, Val ... I ... my legs," Donna cried, and then she felt a vague movement in Valarie's vagina, a tight little jerk in the muscles down there.
"I ... Donna, I think ... oh, lover...."
There was a second little jerking movement, stronger this time, and then another, and another, and still another, and then the dark-haired girl began to moan and cry out in the most fantastic sort of joy ... and soon her whole body was thrashing about in a wild and reckless abandonment.
"Yes, I ... I'm there," she screamed. "Oh, Donna, I'm going to cum. I am ... I'm cumming, lover ... oh God, I'm cumming I'm cumming...."
Valarie's thrashing became so violent that the imitation penis slipped from her anus ... and she began to cry out in a horrible sort of rage. Somehow, Donna managed to maintain her grip on her roommate's clitoris, rolling and tugging and twisting away at that tortured bit of flesh until the almond-eyed girl was forced to push away her hand.
"I ... I made it again, lover," she said, and then turned around and fell sobbing into Donna's arms. "I ... it ... oh, Donna, it was so beautiful...."
Later, as both girls lay in bed with the lights out, Valarie lighted a cigarette and then held the flame from her lighter high up over her head to see whether or not Donna was asleep in the next bed. The honey blonde smiled, rolled over on her side and then sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Feel like talking?" Valarie said.
"I guess," Donna said. "I can't seem to get to sleep anyway. Should I put the light on?"
"No ... I mean, it's sort of nice in the dark...."
"Boy, my head ... it's spinning like a top. What a day this has been for me, what an absolutely impossible and insane sort of day. I've got an exam in Russian history first thing in the morning and I'm not nearly well enough prepared ... and the funny thing is I really don't seem to care. After what happened to me today ... well, it all seems kind of pointless or something. So old Dr. Zuckow gives me a 'hook' ... so what? It won't be the first 'C I ever received...."
"Yeah; I've got an exam over six chapters in Soc and I haven't read the first page yet. I guess I'm really feeling burned out. Good thing the semester break is coming up. It's the only thing that's keeping me together. Hey ... yeah; an idea: why don't you spend the break with me? I mean, my mother and father are always good for a laugh ... and I've got a kid brother that I'd love for you to meet. He's only fourteen, but big ... sort of raw-boned, and already so damn sexy that he has to carry a club around with him to beat off all the little chippies who want to get into his pants."
"Oh, Val...."
"Hey ... I'm not kidding!"
"Don't you think I'm a bit old for him?"
"Not for what I have in mind!"
"And what might that be ... as if I didn't already know. You're impossible, Val. Really...."
"Look, I'm pretty sure that the kid is still cherry, and ... well, he ... he...."
"He what?"
"It's just that I'd like to see him get off to a really dynamite start-sexually, I mean. My first time with a male was so horrible ... oh, Donna, really, it still gives me the creeps to even think about it. That's one of the reasons I turned to girls. I mean, it's only been about the last year or so that I've really been able to get it on with a man ... and even now it's not good that often."
"I can't believe this," Donna said with a laugh. "I mean, you actually want me to ... to introduce your kid brother to the finer points of ... of balling."
"Only if you're really into it," Valarie said. "I'd do it myself except that I'm afraid that it might really mess with his head-incest and all that crap, and I'm afraid that he's already carrying around enough problems."
"Wow ... that's a heavy trip, Val!"
"What ... oh, the incest thing?"
"Yeah...."
"Because we're blood relatives?"
"Yeah; that ... and other things!"
"More crap from the great Liberal grist mill," Valarie said. "Tell me, Donna, do you still believe in the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny? How about jolly old Saint Nick?"
"Screw off...."
"You don't want to hear the truth, huh?"
"All right, Val," Donna said. "You backed me into a corner. What, pray tell, is the radical position on incest?"
"Look, there's only one real problem with incestual activity: the possibility of pregnancy."
"You admit that that is a problem?"
"Oh, of course ... nobody wants a two-headed baby."
"Well, what was...."
"Wait a minute," Valarie said. "I hadn't finished. Back sometime during the dark ages they discovered that pregnancies which came about as a result of an incestuous relationship all too often produced deformed and/or retarded progeny, but instead of dealing with the real issue-deformed babies-they went into a whole lot of black magic bull about sex between persons with close blood tied being the work of the devil. It's another example of the cure being worse than the ailment."
"I don't know. I suppose you're right!"
"You know I'm right...."
"Yeah; but there's a hell of a difference between knowing a thing in your head and knowing it in your gut. Intellectually, I know you're right ... the real problem is one of pregnancy ... and I haven't missed a single b.c. pill since I was about fifteen. Still, I've been conditioned to reject the entire concept: incest is a no-no, one of the real biggies ... and my gut tells my brain to go fly a kite. I know it's stupid, but what am I supposed to do?"
"Fight your gut...."
"I'm trying to, Val. Hell, homosexual sex is another of the really big no-nos, but I managed to get by that one ... either that or I had a hell of a fantasy today."
"It was no fantasy, lover," Valarie said. "But what about my sexy brother?"
"What about him?"
"Will you show him the ropes?"
"I'll give it some thought, Val ... but, listen, I'm not making any promises."
"I understand...."
"What are your parents like?"
"Rich ... very rich!"
"No, really...?"
"Well, my mother is a tramp. She'll spread her still beautiful legs for just about anything in pants ... anything, that is, except my dear old daddy."
"C'mon, Val...."
"It's the truth, Donna ... really, and it's been going on for a lot of years. The summer I was ten we took a cottage up in New England, right on the ocean ... and the very first week we were up there I walked in on my sweet, wonderful mommy and one of her lovers-a sixteen-year-old kid with a face full of pimples. I mean, he had come to deliver groceries or something like that ... and my mother has a real thing about tipping good service. Anyway, as I remember the scene, mums was busily sucking him off as I walked in on them."
"Oh, Val ... how horrible."
"It got better...."
"You don't have to tell me, lover!"
"But I want to, Donna. The next week the kid with the pimples came to deliver another load of groceries and this time he brought a friend along with him-at Mommy's request, I'm sure, and she took both of them on. That sort of thing went on all that summer ... except, of course, on those weekends when my father joined us, and it has never really stopped. I hate to tell you the number of young beaus I lost to my mother. She has an absolute passion for young stuff, although I do think she draws the line at anything under twelve."
"I'm sorry, Val...."
"Don't be. She's not your mother!"
"Does your father ... well, is he hip to the sort of thing your mother is into?"
"He pretends he isn't, but ... hell, he'd have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to know."
"Why doesn't he divorce her?"
"I don't know...."
"Wow," Donna said, and shook her head slowly from side-to-side. "It ... it doesn't make any sense!"
"She's such a bitch, Donna," Valarie said, her voice trembling with angry bitterness. "Mom was some sort of campus queer back in her day. Somehow, my Dad got into her pants and when she found out I was on the way ... well, they got married. I guess she figures that she missed out on some sort of fun career because she had to get married. I don't know. Anyway, she's spent most of her married life trying to get even with my father ... and what better way than sleeping around?"
"I wish I could think of something to say!"
"Don't even try, lover. It's not your problem."
Tears welled up in the eyes of the dark-haired girl and began to spill down her face in great, scalding rivulets. She stamped out the stub of her cigarette, covered her face with her hands and turned her back to Donna. The honey-blonde waited, feeling that her roommate didn't want her to take her into her arms and comfort her ... and yet she was unable to think of anything else she might say or do.
"The thing that really scares the crap out of me, Donna, is the fact that I'm really very much like my mother ... self-centered and reckless, and I don't think I could live with myself if I ever put a man I loved through the sort of changes she's laid on my father."
"It really bothers me, Val, that I've been so damn insensitive to ... to your situation. I mean, we've been so close all these years ... and I never knew any of this. I never once asked or ... or anything. Oh, wow, what a king-sized idiot I've been...."
"Will you climb out of that guilt bag, Donna? It's about the most unproductive thing going. Really! Besides, if I had wanted you to know about my family and all that I would have told you. Okay...?"
"I guess...."
"How are things with your dad?"
"About the same, I guess...."
"More wares from the guilt bag, Donna?"
"You've got it...."
"And it isn't going to do me a bit of good to tell you what a real bummer that trip is, is it?"
"I'm afraid not!"
"What have you got to be guilty about?"
"The fact that my father damn near killed himself trying to ... to make a better life for me," Donna said. "The fact that I was so wrapped up in my own thing that I wasn't even aware of the danger he was in."
"Okay; so ... you messed over him. You didn't mean for it to happen, but it did, indeed, happen. The thing is, you're doing everything in your power to make it all up to him."
"Yeah; but ... in a way that would probably kill him if he ever found out about it, Val. Boy, I don't know ... I'm so damn confused. Being a call girl isn't anything at all like what I expected it would be. I had a ball today, Val. I mean, that Bob, he was so sweet and gentle ... and I felt almost as if we were lovers or something, you know!"
"Yeah ... Bob's a great human being...."
"Are there others like him?"
"A few," Valarie said. "I mean, Bob is a pretty exceptional type. Usually, the guys we get ... well, they're nice enough, but all they're really after is a chance to get their rocks off in something that looks sexier than their wives. We even get a weirdo every now and then, but-let me assure you, we get rid of that type so fast they don't know what hit them. Really, all I need is one complaint about a trick from any of the girls-just one, and his name gets torn out of my little black book."
"That's reassuring...."
"Actually, it's the female tricks that give me the biggest headaches. We've got a couple of diesel dykes who are really bananas ... into leather and chains and that whole super-masculine trip, but they both pay top dollar and tip like crazy so the girls don't complain about either of them."
"Female tricks! Wow...."
"We've even got a few husband and wife teams who hire our girls for an evening of fun and games," Valarie said, and then paused to light a fresh cigarette. "There's this one couple-a medical doctor and his wife, and they are going to go ape when I tell them about you. They've got a real thing about blondes ... and Donna, baby, you're just about as blonde as they come. So golden, lover, and ... and ... and I'd better change the subject. As crazy as it may sound, I ... I'm getting all worked up again. Really, the juices down inside my love hole are beginning to run again."
"If you don't mind my asking, Val, how did you ever get started in this crazy business?"
"Oh, just lucky, I guess...."
"No! Really? I'd like to know...."
"Well, I ... I'd turned a trick or two when I was in high school, just for a lark," Valarie said. "I met Bob after I got here to Cutter and ... I don't know, he had some big sales promotion thing going and he wanted me to supply a bunch of girls for a party he planned to throw for the buyers. The party was a big success and ... that's how it got started. Most of the kids are in it for kicks. It gives them a boost to the ego to know that a guy will pay to go to bed with them. I know that you're in it for the money, but there's something more than that about you that's not like the other kids. I'll be damned if I can figure out what it is, but it's there all the same."
"It must be my working-class background...."
"Yeah; that makes sense...."
"Hey, Val," Donna said. "I was kidding. C'mon----"
"But it's really the only thing that makes any sense. Donna. I mean, there seems to be a dimension to your personality that's missing in the rest of us. It's like ... well, like we're all burned out, jaded, and you're still sort of fresh and wide-eyed. And I really think that it's the money thing that's made the difference. It's like the rest of us were taught that money was the measure ... and by the time we discovered what a crock that is it was already too late. We were ruined, lost and...."
"You're not ruined, Val!"
"Oh, yeah...?"
"You're coming on like a Marxist or something."
"Oh ... Karl or Groucho?"
"Okay," Donna said, and laughed to cover the sense of embarrassment. "I mean, you know that philosophy is really not my field."
"Mine either, lover...."
"I still think you're wrong about the class thing."
"Maybe so. But it must be after midnight already ... and you've got to be up at six-thirty. We really should be on our way to dreamland. Oh ... one thing! Very quickly, and then I'll shut my mouth and let you go to sleep ... about the semester break! How about it, lover? Will you spend it with me at Applewood ... six hundred and forty acres and a brother who looks like a Greek god?"
"And is fourteen years old!"
"Going on twenty-five...."
"It sure sounds tempting, Val."
"I'll even let you share my room. I've got this super-huge bed that we can play in and...."
"I can't, Val...."
"Your father, huh?"
"I promised him I'd be home ... and he really looks forward to my visits. No ... that's a cop-out. I want to spend the time with him, Val. As cornball as it may sound, I really enjoy his company. I ... I...."
"Hey, I can dig where you're coming from," Valarie said. "If he were my old man I'd probably be saying the same things. But look, we get a week and a half off from school. You could spend at least a few of them with me. I mean, I'll even drive to Cleveland to get you. It'd save you flying back ... and you could add that to your savings. What do you say, lover?"
"What can I say? Yes...."
"It's settled then?"
"As far as I'm concerned, it is," Donna said. "But what about your parents, Val? Perhaps they've made other plans for you or something...."
"No chance," Valarie said. "And now I think we'd better get to sleep. I'm afraid I'm just about to the point where I'm feeling like crawling over to your bed and ripping your little nightie from your beautiful body."
"You wouldn't do that!"
"Don't bet on it, Donna...."
"Not tonight, you wouldn't."
"Oh, Donna...."
"Can I tell you a little secret, lover?"
"Shoot...."
"I slipped out of my little nightgown ... oh, about ten minutes ago," Donna said, her voice very soft and throaty filled, with promise. "I'd sure hate to end up this beautiful day by playing with myself, but ... well, if you're too tired and everything, I guess I'll just have to do that very thing. Boy, what a pal you turned out to be, Val...."
The dark-haired girl ground out the cigarette she had been smoking ... and then leaped from her bed into Donna's waiting arms. She squealed with delight as the honey-blonde wrapped her strong arms around her shoulders ... and then the squealed around her shoulders ... and then the squeal melted away to a soft and gentle moan as once again their lips met.