Chapter 4
Marvie was surprised how attentive and sweet Jean was, how the woman seemed to care about her so much in such little time. She was greeted that next morning with a tray of the most lavish breakfast she had ever eaten, and then was led to the bathroom where a tubful of white bubbles awaited her.
Before she left for work, Jean made sure Mar-vie would be comfortable, showing her how to work the stereo, the television, the microwave oven. Marvie assured her everything was all right, even though Jean offered to get some tranquilizers for her.
"I think I just need a few days of rest, that's all," she said, urging Jean not to worry.
"Well, remember," Jean said, "I'll tell the boss you won't be in for a few days, doctor's orders. You deserve a little vacation, honey."
Marvie smiled. She agreed, wholeheartedly. Jean left for the office and the apartment was hers. She first unpacked her things and hung them in her new closet. The thought that she hadn't even discussed the rent with Jean came to her, but she dismissed it. She knew Jean was her friend, it seemed already as if they had been friends for years. She trusted her.
After her clothes were neatly hung in the closet, Marvie went into the kitchen and placed the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and, after reading the instructions from a booklet in a drawer, turned it on. Then she placed a few records on the stereo and sat on the balcony, just outside the living room.
She couldn't get the picture of those two awful men out of her mind! She felt dirty still, in need of another bath, another cleansing. She hoped she would get over it, but it was still too immediate, too real in her mind. She thought of other things, of the warm summer days back home, of her sister, Judy, of her parents. She decided to write her mother. She found writing paper and a pen in the desk in the hallway, and sat on the balcony and wrote her mom a letter that left out the details of the previous day, but hinted that a bad experience had forced her to move and that she now felt better. She knew her mom would be worried, but she also knew she wouldn't pry.
It helped, though, because it served as a kind of confession, just as talking honestly to Jean the day before had been. It was easing off now, and she was relaxing. By evening, when Jean came home, Carlos and Punk were far from her mind.
Jean had supper sent up from a French restaurant down the street and they ate delicious crepes and drank soft, dry wine. Jean told Mar-vie she didn't miss anything at work and that the boss was very concerned about her health and would be "rooting" for her.
"The dirty old man," Marvie giggled.
"Yes, I've seen the way he looks at you," Jean added.
Marvie blushed. "He's silly," she said, almost embarrassed.
"Silly? Marvie, any man with balls would look at you or he'd be crazy!"
Marvie stared at Jean in surprise. She was a little taken aback by the statement.
"Marvie, don't be shocked at how I talk sometimes. I'm a gutter mouth from way back. But honey, it's true, you're very attractive. Most of the girls at the office envy you."
Marvie blushed again. "Oh, Jean, come on. I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not the girl every guy is slashing his wrists over either. I've never even had a real boyfriend!"
"You will, mark my words! You'll have to meet Mark, he'll introduce you to some great guys. He's a dream, and my best friend. He's the one who brought over your stuff."
"Oh," Marvie replied. She thought to herself, "So that's who I heard talking last night."
"He said he had a hell of a time with your landlady. She was shouting, 'What does a nice-looking guy like you want with a slut like that?' "
Marvie put her hand to her lips. "Oh no!"
Then she began to laugh, and Jean joined in. "And to top it off, the two fags stood there wondering what the hell was going on and Mark even thought they were gonna come over and ask him in for a drink!"
Marvie giggled and then stopped. Mention of the fags brought the incident back into focus. She controlled herself, however, and didn't allow herself to get upset. Jean looked at her with protective eyes. "You'll be okay count on me," she said.
Marvie went to bed early and lay in bed reading for some twenty minutes. Just as she was about to shut off the light, Jean came in and wished her a good night. "Sleep tight, Marvie. I'll see you in the morning." She bent over the side of the bed and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
Marvie took Jean's hand. "Thank you. I really don't know what I would have done without you."
"Nite," Jean said, and left the room.
"Nite," Marvie whispered, and turned out the light.
She felt tired, but she couldn't fall asleep. She kept seeing things-not Carlos or Punk exactly, but images of them and what they had done to her-that excited her. Now, instead of making her sick or frightening her, she thought of what had happened in a new way, in a new sense. She wondered what it would be like to have a man's penis in her mouth? A real big penis, one she wanted to suck on, not one that was forced into her mouth. What would it be like to have someone fuck her, someone who she wanted? She recalled all her fantasies, all her dreams, and her fingers found their way to her spread legs and lightly caressed the hairy lips of her young pussy. It felt good now, not at all painful, although there was still some discomfort deep inside. She dreamed of her knight in armor shoving his long penis in her, fucking her with love, passion, fury. He would whisper soft words, words of love, not the ugly things Carlos and his friend had been sputtering.
And she fell asleep, with her fingers in her pussy, her legs spread, thinking the man she loved was on top of her, his magnificent penis inside her, deep inside her, his semen floating somewhere in her tummy. And she drifted off thinking what it would be like to awaken and find his hard penis next to her face, waiting in the early morning sunlight for her lips to kiss it awake, for her lips to take it for breakfast, for her hungry mouth to suck every last drop from him. She fell asleep, dreaming. It was a restful, peaceful night, quite unlike the previous.
Jean went to work early the next morning and left a note for Marvie, saying she should help herself to anything, and that she would be home immediately after work. She also told her that Mark might stop by to pick up something.
Marvie made breakfast, just toast and jam and hot coffee, then sat in the sun on the balcony for a few hours, working on her already deep tan. There was a restlessness in her today, however. Her dreams seemed vivid in her mind and she couldn't shake the sexual feeling she had the night before. It was as if that awful incident had in fact opened the doors to her sensuality. Rape had in the end made her more aware of her own desires. Well, it certainly had made her more horny.
She watched a quiz show on television, but quickly became bored with it. She sat at the desk, looking through a stack of photographs on it-all pictures of Jean and people she didn't recognize, on a picnic of some sort. Many pictures were of a certain handsome man whom Marvie thought was very very attractive. She was staring at him when the doorbell rang.
She was halfway across the living room when the door opened! It startled her at first, and she jumped.
"Oh, hey, I didn't mean to frighten you!" the man said. Marvie blinked. It was the man whose picture she was holding in her hand!
"I'm Mark," he said, smiling.
"I'm Marvie. Gee, I was just looking at this picture of you ..." Marvie held up the photo.
For a second there had been a look of alarm on his face, but he was relieved to see what picture she was talking about. "Oh that, the picnic."
"Looks like fun," Marvie said.
"Sure was. Listen, I brought you a key- that's why I opened the door. I wanted to see if it worked."
"Does it?" Marvie giggled.
"It does." Mark laughed too. They both immediately liked each other. And they were attracted to each other, though they weren't going to admit that as yet.
"Jean said you might stop by to pick up something," Marvie said, setting the picture back on the desk.
"Yeah, two bags she filled for Goodwill. I've been meaning to take them out for weeks. Today's my day off, so I'm doing all the chores I've been putting off. And I'd better hurry," he said, opening the door of the front closet. He picked up the two bags of old clothing.
"Need any help?" Marvie asked.
"No, I've got it. Listen, I'll see you again soon. I'd like to get to know you."
Marvie smiled and opened the front door. "Me too," she said as he left. "Bye."
Marvie walked back to the desk. She thought perhaps she'd write another letter to her mother, assuring her she was all right and apologizing for making her worry. She sat down, moved the pictures aside, and looked for a pen. She couldn't find one, so she pulled open the top drawer and found that it was filled with everything but a pen. Pencils, erasers, paper clips, but no pen. She tried another drawer and found that the only thing in it was a silver metal box with a combination lock on it. She decided to pick it up to see what it was exactly, and she grabbed the handle. To her surprise, the top opened. It was full of photographs.
She picked one up and stared at it. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Mark, the man who she had just talked to in person, stood facing the camera, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and an open sport shirt. The one amazing thing about the photograph, however, was that his fly was open and his penis was hanging out!
Marvie felt her body begin to stiffen as she stared at the long thing hanging between his legs. It wasn't even erect and it was already bigger than Carlos or Punk, or, for that matter, the fag across the way. She stared at it in utter amazement. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
Finally, she started looking through the other pictures. There were many of Mark, most of them nude. His penis was always very prominent, usually erect. Marvie was almost frightened of the size of the organ-and yet she was fascinated by it, compelled to it, drawn to it in a very strange and excited way.
Then she came to a close-up of his penis, hard, standing up from his crotch, then another where his hand is wrapped around it. Then-she could hardly believe it and she bit her lip in exclamation-of his penis with torrents of white cum pouring down the long shaft! Marvie instinctively placed her hand inside her bikini bottom and rubbed her already hot pussy. She stared at the picture, then looked at the next one and found it even more exciting!
This time, Mark was standing profile. His legs were spread and he was leaning back with his hips thrust forward, so his cock and balls stood out in front of him. His right hand was clasped around his enormous organ and semen was shooting from the end of it-into the air. It was a fantastic photograph and Marvie couldn't stand the excitement! She pulled her bikini bottom to the floor and spread her long legs. Then she kissed the picture, kissed the tip of Mark's huge cock, and moved the photo down and pressed it gently against her pussy for a moment. Then she put it back on the desk and began to manipulate herself. She thought of Mark, of how he had looked at her, and wondered if he desired her. She pictured Jean and Mark making love, visualized his long thick organ disappearing into her furry cunt, and all of a sudden her body trembled and shook and a flood of honey filled her hands and spilled over the chair of the desk. She closed her eyes and leaned back and relaxed.
When Jean came home, Marvie was napping. Jean didn't know what Marvie had discovered, but she would have been pleased if Marvie had told her. She had plans for her sweet young friend, and Mark had called her after meeting Marvie for those few minutes and agreed that the girl was tremendous.
"Jean, when can I fuck her?" he had asked.
"Mark, take it easy. She just had a pretty awful experience with sex, remember?"
"Yeah, but I still want to fuck her. It was everything I could do from getting a hard-on this afternoon. Man!"
"Settle down, lover. The time will come. Leave it to me."
Jean wakened Marvie for supper and asked if she cared to go out to a movie that evening. Marvie said she'd like that very much. During dinner, as they talked of movies and plays and concerts -things Marvie hadn't been able to attend very often-Marvie mentioned that Mark should have been an actor.
"Why do you say that?" Jean asked.
"Because he's so handsome!" Marvie replied. She couldn't keep her attraction secret. She was also happy that Jean had such an attractive man for her lover. And Jean was pleased that Marvie had turned on to Mark. That would make things much easier.
After the movie, as they walked down the deserted street, Jean said, "Let's have Mark over for dinner this weekend."
"Fine, I'll bake my special cake," Marvie smiled.
"Wonderful," Jean said.
That night, in her bed, Marvie thought of the picture. She could see that enormous organ as clearly as she could see her own body. She rubbed her nipples till they turned rocklike and again her feminine fluids began to dampen the soft hair of her pussy. She rubbed her cunt lips steadily, then slowly parted them and eased her fingers inside till she reached her clitoris, playfully rubbing it. She pretended it was Mark's tongue, Mark's beautiful tongue and his lips, sucking, kissing, loving her cunt. She threw her legs into the air and pumped her fingers in and out of her vagina, breathing in short gasps till the flood came and her senses were overcome in a shattering climax.
Outside the door of her room Jean listened very closely to the familiar sounds. There was a smile on her face.