Epilogue
Marvie knocked at the door and called, "Phil, it's Marvie! Are you asleep?"
The door opened a bit and Marvie pushed it open all the way and moved into the apartment. "Oh, Phil, the most awful ..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence. She realized suddenly that Phil was naked and his hard cock was standing in front of him. Marvie turned, without a word and saw a girl whom she had never seen before, and another stranger, a guy, standing near the little bedroom, both of them naked also.
"Marvie, I didn't expect ..." Phil groped for the right words. He couldn't find them. He could see she was upset, that she needed him, and he knew this wasn't the time for him to be caught sneaking a little group sex. He almost wanted to ask her to join in, but he knew this wasn't the time.
Marvie looked at him with hurt eyes and turned and ran out of the apartment. She felt the same as the day she had been raped, aimless, helpless, terrible. She had counted on Phil, she loved Phil, and even he wasn't there when she needed him. She was fed up with the sophisticated life of the big city. She had had enough, she had tried but there was no way in the world she could live up to the rules and demands.
She ran back to the apartment, packed her suitcase, left a note for Jean asking her to mail her other things, and took a taxi to the airport. In an hour she was on her way home, on her way to the shelter of her parents' love and understanding. She needed a rest, needed time to think about her future, needed time to recover from the frantic sexual dealings with all the people she had met recently.
Looking out the window of the plane, she began to cry, this time out of happiness.
Marvie felt good again, strong again, in no time. Her parents welcomed her back and she chalked up the time in the big city to experience. She had tried it and it just wasn't for her. She would always be a small-town girl, with small-town ideas. She had learned much in the city, but she also knew she wanted love more than she wanted sex.
Soon she met a boy, David, who worked at the lumber company in town. They dated a few times and Marvie started remembering the things she had learned about sex. And she used them, giving him the best blow job his huge cock had ever had. She taught him how to fuck her in the ass and made him realize how nice it was to have her finger up his ass as he jerked off.
As time went on, and as they experimented with each other sexually, they fell deeply in love. Marvie thanked the city for teaching her about sex, now that she was putting them to good use. She also thanked the city for the terrible frustrations it had put her through. Otherwise she would never have returned home. She would have been a "model"-sucking off men like Greg Townes, caring about Phil who really didn't want to be cared about, and the roommate of a swinger whose whole life revolved around sex.
Marvie and David were married the following summer. They had a big church wedding in the small town where they both had grown up. Marvie had been through a lot, but for her, life was just beginning.