Chapter 9
Mary and I sat by the pool and drank in the sun. Pool privileges weren't issued often but when Mrs. Robinson was in love the inmates were treated well. It was a hot day and the pool was filled with women who dove and splashed and shrieked, all of them happy to be in the water rather than at work in the market gardens. There were too many of them for the liking of Mary and me, so we sat and watched them act like kids. Everyone wore bikinis, a peculiar condition since we all saw each other naked more often than we wanted. But Mrs. Robinson didn't want the jail to become a tourist attraction for voyeurs.
In two days' time I would be released and my impatience made it hard for me to sleep at night. Tina and Dog had been in solitary for the past week and would remain there for another month or so. Helen and Mrs. Rob were inseparable. And I, lonely and bored, had struck up a relationship with Mary, because she was the most agreeable of the women. She was small and pretty with brown hair and big eyes, she had no will of her own, and whatever I suggested was fine by her.
"Let's get away from this bunch," I said, getting up. She followed me without a word, to a strip of lawn behind the filter shed, and lay down next to me. "It's nice and quiet here. Come on, let's take these prison bikinis off. God, have you ever seen such monstrosities? Mine must be ten sizes too big!"
Mary laughed and said that hers must be, too. It was always a pleasure to see her naked. She looked more like a girl than a woman, so innocent and she was slender to the point of being boyish. But she had a succulent little cunt made for eating-or, if not exactly made for a sumptuous meal, it was made to be snacked upon. Her labia were small and plump, the inner lips delicate little tidbits that made my mouth water just to look at them, and the dark hair that grew by the sides of her cunt swelling was matted and sparse as if she shaved it. But she didn't, she just hadn't fully developed. I made her lie down in front of me so I could peer at her miniature pussy while fingering my own. And, at my suggestion, she started to play with herself. This was my favorite pastime now that Tina was behind lock and key. I had no urge to engage in passionate sessions. My dreams were filled with vibrant cocks and huge, heavy clusters of balls, and until I satisfied this strange urge I couldn't involve myself totally with the female anatomy. I just enjoyed it. Mary drew her legs back and parted them wide so that sunbeams fell right on her pink little cunt, and I lay on my side and rested my head on one arm while my other hand was in between my legs plucking away at my clitoris until I was tempted to forget about cocks and dive into her box.
Our mutual masturbation sessions were private. None of the women would have minded if we did it in the dorm but we liked to sneak off like two naughty girls and to do it in the open but out of sight. In the late evenings we had gone to the back of the TV room and had fingered each other until our sloppiness gave us away. Or we'd sit just outside Mrs. Rob's house and we'd jerk off imagining all that was going on in there. With Mary I spent some blissful, innocent days, and I would miss her when I left She was in for murdering her mother so she'd hardly be in a position to keep me company.
We came undone gently and sort of lolled into a doze, contented and satisfied. Not long after some women entered our realm but ignored us and set to making love very noisily. I woke up and peered at them through my lashes, a little afraid to interrupt them, and what I saw quite upset me. They were two big women with huge, pendulous tits and fat, mottled thighs. Their big asses had strange bulges and double chins, their cunts were covered in thick bushes of hair which, in turn, were partly concealed by rolls of flab. And yet they were crazy about each other. They embraced and rolled about on the lawn, pushing and shoving with their loins, panting as they strove to get off on each other, fingering, biting nipples, and laughing now and then as they got stuck in awkward positions.
"Get off me, you pig!" shouted one after the other had settled on her face. "You weigh a ton!"
"And you love every ounce of it," rasped the other woman, pushing the other's hands out of the way and sitting right back down again. She took pity on her partner presently and bent over to gobble at her cunt while feeding her friend, and the two of them smacked their lips and sucked up the juice as if they were trying to outdo each other. I couldn't stand to watch, yet I was fascinated. How could such gross people bear to touch each other? I looked over at Mary but she was fast asleep. Still, I felt sure she would agree with me.
One of the big dykes produced a strap-on dildo of the type that Helen had used on me, only much bigger. The artificial cock stood out some ten or twelve inches from her bulging belly, and it was too thick for her to encircle it with her hand. Her friend, grunting eagerly, adopted the canine position and looked over her shoulder as the monster was maneuvered toward her big slash. I thought I was going to throw up! The armed dyke fucked her friend mercilessly, slamming the big cock into her like a battering ram, and the other one loved it. "More, more, more, you feeble bitch!" she yelled. "They don't make 'em like they used to, give it to me, give it all to mel"
They fucked their way across the lawn, and when their backs were turned toward us I took the opportunity to slip away. Let Mary stay there, she was tooingenuous to know what was going on, anyway. I ran back to the dorm, naked, my bikini abandoned for the sake of my stomach, and when I reached my bed I crashed on it and tried to go back to sleep just to erase all those obese images from my mind. Was that how I would end up? A fat jailbird driven to fuck other women with fake cocks just to pretend I was living in spite of being locked up? The future knocked and I didn't like the sound. No, I had to get away from this environment and from women in general. I had to normalize myself!
For the rest of my time in jail I stayed away even from Mary. It wouldn't hurt me to abstain for two days, I told myself, and it would give me a chance to prepare myself for normal life. On the day of my release, I found myself trembling with expectations. Men, my own clothes, freedom of choice, it all lay just on the other side of the fence. The forms were filled out, I was given my belongings and some money, and one of the guards opened the gate for me. Free!
I arrived back at the campus late that afternoon. Already the novelty had worn thin, and walking back into my room was positively anti-climactic. I had learned so much in the past two weeks that it would be impossible to go back to this kids' stuff. As if to confirm that impression, Gina came in and screamed, threw herself around my neck, and covered my face with kisses.
"Ellen, oh darling, where have you been! I've been so worried about you, so lonely without you, oh, tell me everything and right now!"
All I really wanted to do was lie down on my bed, smoke a cigarette, and mull things over. But I was touched by her happiness and so I sat down on her bed with her and told her the story in brief. I left out all the sexual details because that would have made her jealous. She could hardly keep her hands off me! As we talked she removed her clothes one by one and then sat by me in the nude, obviously waiting for me to make love to her.
How could I tell her that she couldn't hold a candle to Tina? I was playing with girls again, after being with women, and I couldn't make the adjustment. So I stood up and paced around, pretending to be too absorbed in my story to take notice of her. Gina was hurt but not defeated. She came over to me and put her arms around me. "What's the matter, Ellen, don't you remember how good it was? Did something change in prison?"
"It's not that ... of course things change. But I can't talk about that now. Let me take a shower and rest a while." She sat down and watched as I took off my clothes, wrapped a towel around me, and left the room. But if I thought I had shaken her off, I was mistaken. No sooner had I turned on the water than I found her behind me, also nude.
"Let's shower together."
"But what if the other women find us?" I objected.
"Oh let them, Ellen, Fm so happy to be with you again that none of that matters to me. Besides, we ought to come out of the closet-at least, if our emotions are real." She subjected me to a penetrating glance and then buried her face between my breasts. "Tell me it's real, Ellen," she said softly.
"Don't press me," I said. It was irritating to be forced into telling lies. Gina gave me a watery smile and began kissing my breasts tenderly. The hot water gushed over us and I tried my best to soap my body up, but she kept at it, licking and nibbling, determined to put me into a happier frame of mind. I was worried that someone would spot us. The last thing I needed was a reputation on campus. My contemporaries were so childish about things like that, and a reputation wouldn't do my chances of getting laid any good.
Luckily for me, this wasn't the time when the bathroom received much use. Gina sank to her knees and began to suck at my pussy right there in the shower stall, and I just didn't know what to do. The girl meant well and I was a little flattered that she liked me enough to go that far. But what could I do? Oh dammit, if she wanted to make love, the least I could do was relax and let her have her way.
So I leaned back against the stall and spread my legs a little further so that Gina could stick her tongue right into me. There, that was better. There was a time for thinking and a time for letting the mind go blank. Aaaahhhhh ... . I closed my eyes and relished each subtle sensation as it arose. That wasn't so bad. like beating off without hands. The water streamed over her head and it must have been hard for her to breathe, yet she went on eating me out relentlessly. She pressed her face right in between my thighs and let her tongue curl up so that it touched down on my clitoris and amplified the sensations so as to make them almost climactic
"Come on, come down on me!" she pleaded, her face lifted up at me. She looked pathetic I shook my head and motioned for her to get on with what she was doing. Gina obeyed but a minute later she was asking me again to give her some pussy licking. What a bore she was.
"Listen, if you want to eat me, go ahead. But if I'm not hungry, don't make a big deal about it!" I snapped. "But that's not fair!"
"If you don't like it, lump it," I said. She understood now that she was in no position to bargain. She stayed on her knees for a minute or so, deliberating, then shrugged resignedly and went back to eating me. I took it easy, relaxing every part of my body so as to enjoy her ministrations to the full. Now I knew how Tina felt when Dog groveled before her. The surge of power had thrilled me as much as Gina's licking. She was mine to do with as I pleased, and for the moment I wanted her to lap me into a state of ecstasy.
She succeeded after about five minutes, and once I had climaxed I lost all interest in her. "Now let me get on with my shower," I said. "I'm late enough as it is." Gina almost crawled out of the bathroom and I felt very guilty. When I came back into the room I had every intention of making it up to her. But she beat me to the punch.
"I don't care if you're rude to me," she said, "and I don't care if you're selfish. I just want to be your friend and to love you all the time."
"Do what you like but get out of my face for the time being," I said. "I have to see Harry and Richard before they leave the office."
"What about?" She just wouldn't take the hint
"About an article I want to write about my prison experiences! Now will you get out of the way?"
"All right, Fm only interested in your well-being." She backed off and I dressed in a hurry. Without saying another word, I shot out of there, and once again I felt as though I was leaving a prison. What was it about love that made people so stifling?
Richard was happy to see me, too, but warned me against seeing Harry. "Don't worry," I told him, "if nothing else he's a professional, and he can't refuse a good story just because we had a difference some time ago." Richard disagreed but I went on in anyway.
Harry wasn't pleased to see me. He gave me a sullen look and then pretended not to listen while
I explained the details of my scoop to him. My estimation of him had been incorrect, he was as subjective as the worst kind of amateur. Still ... as I looked him over and remembered that big cock, I began to think he might well serve another purpose. He could take care of my urgent desire to lose my virginity. And wouldn't such an offer make him see me differently? I decided to give it a try.
"Harry, look at me, don't shut me out. I've thought a lot about the last time we were together and I've regretted my errors. But we almost made it, didn't we? If I hadn't been such a lousy shot ... " I let the sentence trail off suggestively and smiled at him. Now he was puzzled. I could see suspicion in his eyes so I hastened to add: "Do you think your aim is better?"
"Maybe." He was beginning to get the picture and he got out of his chair and came over to me. "Yeah, I'm sure it is. Open your mouth." He pulled his cock out of his pants, thick and flaccid, and let it droop in front of my face like a pickled herring. All right, if that was how he wanted to start the ball rolling, I'd help him. My lips parted and closed around the fattening knob. I remembered the routine vividly. Harry had a penchant for this kind of treatment and I wanted to make it good for him so as to inspire him. My tongue got into the act, flicking at the tip of his knob, while my lips sucked on his rubbery flesh and moved back and forth. Harry came a little closer as his cock stiffened and expanded, and I took in an inch more to keep him happy. Down below, my pussy throbbed with excitement. Any moment now I would be impaled on this large prick and I would know what I had missed for so long.
"Go to it, baby, suck it hard," he groaned, pushing his dick down my throat. His hand came down and fondled my tits but I didn't get the feeling that he was particularly interested in my body, A faint despair mingled with the anticipation. Could it be that he only cared for getting his cock sucked? I couldn't be that unlucky. To make sure, I stepped up my sucking and licking, determined to get him so hot that he would attack me. "Yeah, take it in deep," he said, "let me come in your mouth."
"Now wait a minute!" He pushed me back down on his cock and he must have seen that he made a mistake in announcing his innermost desires, because he held me there and pumped his dick in and out of my mouth until his hot sperm exploded against the back of my throat and I almost drowned in the stuff. He withdrew as soon as the last drop had been spilled and sat back down. I had to retaliate somehow, so I went over to his desk and leaned over to where a batch of important papers were stacked. Then, before he could stop me, I let the spit and sperm dribble out of my mouth all over the papers. "You egotistical sonovabitch!" I said. "Don't you know when a woman needs it between her legs yet?"
"Look what you did!" He was outraged. Rather than square off against him I left his office and tried to think of someone else to sell my story to. One thing was for sure, I wouldn't use my body to make it more salable. It either sold itself or it wouldn't go anywhere.
"What's the matter with the big chief?" asked Richard. I merely shrugged and continued on my way out. "Hey, wait up. Let me buy you a cup of coffee." I glanced at my watch and saw that it was too late in the day to visit the city newspaper, so I nodded and waited while he got his jacket. "I'm a changed person," he announced as we made our way to the coffee shop. "You taught me a lot before you left. By the way, how was prison?"
"That's going to take an article to explain," I said. "But how have you changed? You look the same to me."
"That's the outside. Inside I'm more mature, more accepting. like, I don't mind at all now that you and Gina get it on occasionally. It's cool. All I want is for you to give me a chance to prove myself to you. I can do it, I can make you happy, you just have to open up to me."
"Which part exactly?" I asked sarcastically. He laughed and shook his head, and that in itself impressed me because a few weeks ago he would have blushed at such a comment. Maybe it would be nice to talk with someone about all the things that had taken place. It would provide me with perspective, would order the experience. I warmed toward Richard a little and allowed him to buy me a cup of coffee. We retreated to a booth and began talking, and as we talked I became more impressed with him. He seemed to understand a lot of things and he was certainly a good listener.
Eventually we went to a bar for a few drinks. I grew fonder of him and trusted him more. He heard about my prison experiences in great detail and yet he couldn't get enough. He asked questions, deliberated on issues with me and gave me helpful hints on how to order all that material into an article. "It'll sell," he told me, "and if you do it right, you'll make your name just from that piece alone."
"Oh boy, wouldn't that be something?" In my mind's eye I saw myself as an ace reporter, rushing from one fascinating assignment to the next, mixing with famous and infamous people, I saw, the photos and bylines, the midtown apartment I would maintain and the interesting guests who would come to party there-yes, it was just a matter of breaking through that barrier of anonymity and everything would be all right
"And if if s too controversial you can turn it into a novel and make it big on the best seller list," said Richard, dreaming at a faster pace than I could.
"That's an idea," I agreed. He wasn't such a bad guy after all. And the drinks helped me to warm to him. Nice-looking, pretty good body, and he was so understanding and helpful! He surely deserved something better than I had been giving him, especially now that he had grown up. He was kind of cute, actually. We drank and sat a little closer, had a few laughs, talked seriously about one another, and suddenly we were no longer in the bar but in his apartment.
The lights were low, it was easy to think he was handsomer than he was, and stronger. Richard sat so close and talked so intimately that I lost track of who we were to each other. And when he leaned forward to kiss me I offered him my mouth out of sheer forgetfulness. His lips were soft and his tongue insinuating, and I found myself going toward him, embracing him, and tonguing him in return. It was just a matter of keeping my eyes closed ... .He smelled nice, so masculine, who could believe he was the wimp of two weeks ago who had let me seduce him in his car. Must have been someone else. His body felt strong and lean, I longed to touch his nakedness, to run my fingers over the ridges of muscles in his stomach.
He was quick to take the initiative that evening. Before I could work my hands into his clothes he had already placed his hand on my breasts, and while he squeezed me he kissed me so passionately that I couldn't take his hand away. I was too distracted, too involved with his kissing, to focus on such a minor transgression. And then I thought, let him, let him, he's deserved it.
Another drink. He timed it well, giving me room to breathe just when I needed it as well as a booster shot. Those old inhibitions were creeping up on me, a frost spreading over my body. Brandy would cure that. A sip or two and back into his arms. I was surprised how much better he looked to me. This time I kissed him with my eyes open and it tasted even better. "Oh Richard, what are we doing?" I crooned.
"Nothing, honey, nothing at all." He was so soothing and smooth! His hands slid along the curves of my body, working up the various parts so that their heat spread and joined. I caressed him, too, but more shyly. There was so much time. He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth with great suggestiveness. I quivered all over at the thought of his cock doing that to my pussy. Would he? Dare I hope? I hadn't considered him as an eligible candidate for the deflowering ceremony, but why hadn't I? Dear Richard, always so kind. Why not!
And once I had set my mind to it, I made sure he would go the whole way. The first task was not to scare him off, the second not to let him get too fixated on my oral prowess. I caressed him more easily now, running my hand over his chest, undoing buttons, and sliding it down over his hard belly with a groan of emotion. He had my tits out of my blouse and cradled them in both hands, his head bent forward so he could kiss the nipples. Tiny flames of passion licked at the inside of my nipples. The frost fought a losing battle. I wasn't so scared of men anymore, not now that I'd had a taste of manly women. "You're making me feel good all over," I whispered into his ear, and right away he increased the pressure on my tits, nibbling and sucking at them, squeezing them hard and evoking all kinds of delightful sensations in them. My body started to catch on fire. I held him a little tighter with one arm and pushed my other hand down the waistband of his jeans, down to where his cock nestled in his underpants. He was hard already, rock-hard, and one quick motion of my hand brought the knob of his dick up out of his jeans.
He helped me along by undoing his belt and zipping his jeans off. Now, sitting next to me with only his shirt and shoes on, he started to resemble the boy I'd necked with in his car. But he behaved differently. This time it was he who took me into his arm, he who pressed a burning kiss on my lips, and it was his hands which kneaded and titillated me.
But when my blouse came off and my jeans followed, and I was down to a pair of panties to protect me from him, I got cold feet again. I wanted to explain my peculiarity to him but couldn't find the words. He must have sensed it because he ceased to be quite as aggressive, and just caressed my breasts with his fingertips and kissed me very lightly. I got the rhythm of my breathing right again, closed my eyes, and let the sensations wash over me. Another obstacle had been passed, but how many more were there?
Unexpectedly he slipped off the couch and moved in between my legs to nuzzle the crotch of my panties. I stiffened reflexively but he didn't stop. He pushed his face against my panties so as to rub my clitoris up, and little by little I felt myself growing damp and warm down there. He was like a cat, heading me, purring, licking, and his hands caressed my thighs with that gentle firmness of his that was breaking down my resistance in large lumps. His fingers slipped under my panties but instead of going to my pussy he pushed them under my ass and grabbed hold of me back there so as to lift me a little, to make it easier for his face to snuggle up to me.
We held that position for endless minutes of pleasure. The subtle stimulation excited and frustrated me, but by this time I was confident that Richard would come through for me. He would know when I'd had enough of the subtle stuff and needed the bestial bit. Until then ... relax, breathe deeply, fight back those nerves.
"You're beautiful," he murmured into my loins. "I've wanted you for a long time but I never knew how to get you until now. And now I'm going to make up for all those lost days and weeks and months!"
And to prove it he pushed my panties aside and let his tongue slither up and down the length of my cunt. My body twisted as if to escape such an excess of ecstasy but he stuck to it, licking, probing, and eating me up. I felt as though I was coming to the boil! The sensual delights that sprang from his licking me were all too familiar after my two weeks in a women's prison but there was more to this. After all, women could only lick. Richard could actually go all the way and fuck me afterwards.
Now I had to fight back the impatience. Almost! Almost! He ate me so well and when his tongue snuck up my pussy passage I thought he had done it. He got it right up there and I let out a scream before realizing what was actually up me. "Don't make me wait anymore, Richard, I want you so much!" I groaned. He needed no further encouragement. His cock was hard and upright, my pussy was dripping wet, all he had to do was climb on board.
His cock slipped inside, just a little but enough to make me shiver violently. My mind reeled, my heart thumped in my throat, and I thought I was going to be sick. I clung to him like a drowning person and implored him to be gentle. His cock was stuck, so he pulled back a little way and tried again. It came in slightly further but he wanted all of it to fit inside. Slowly he moved his cock back and forth, spreading my juices and loosening my muscles. I lay motionless, too much in suspense to be of any help to him. Losing one's virginity meant experiencing pain and I was waiting fearfully.
"God-DAMMIT!" he exclaimed suddenly and his cock barged into my cunt, reaming it wide open and bursting through the last obstacle. I felt a red flash of pain sear through my system and then it was over. He was right up me, lodged in to the hilt, and for the first time I felt what it was like to be full of manhood. He held it there for a moment, then started sliding it back and forth. I couldn't contain myself! This was so much better than any sex I had experienced that I felt like rushing out and telling the whole world about it! But of course they knew already.
His weight crushed me into the couch and his strong arms held me tightly as he worked his cock in and out, slowly, measuring each stroke. I could feel his dick expand and the veins throb as he entered me, and when his pubic bone banged into mine my clitoris got the most wonderful charge of energy. My nipples were as hard as bullets yet very sensitive, my tits felt bigger, my pussy lips felt positively obese, and my whole body pulsed with passion and lust. "Beautiful!" I panted, digging my fingernails into him and biting at his neck. "Do it a little faster now, show me the world!"
"Here it comes," His cock moved back so that only the tip had any contact with my body, and then, with a mighty grunt, he shoved it all up me. I screamed with shock and joy but I hadn't caught my breath before he did the same thing, over and over, and I just became hysterical! My hips bounced up from the couch to meet his on-rushing dick, my arms were locked around his body and my legs were flailing about in the air. I wanted him to come in even deeper, to pierce his way up to my throat!
He fucked me long and hard, pushing me from one orgasm to the next. I wondered if he would ever come but he kept right on fucking, straining, making me feel hot, then hotter, then too hot to handle, and there seemed to be no end to it. Only when his back gave in did he take a break. He pulled his erection out of me and walked around his apartment, sucking on a cigarette and drinking from a carton of orange juice. I just lay on the couch and watched his dick as it bobbed up against his belly. What a magnificent piece it was-and it wasn't even the biggest cock in the world! There were so many more out there, all shapes and sizes, even though I'd reached the point of near-satiation, I began to look forward to sampling them all.
"End of intermission," he said, rolling me over on my belly. For a second, I feared he wanted to fuck me up the ass but no, this was Richard's night, he did everything right. His hard cock slid into my soggy cunt and filled it in one hit. Now his belly slapped against my buttocks and his hands grabbed for my tits, a rough rider to control me, and I responded like a frisky filly. I pushed my ass up at him, bucked and writhed, and shouted my appreciation of all he was doing for me. "Beginning of emission!" He sounded strangled and a moment later I knew why. A powerful surge of hot fluid was pumped deep into my cunt, so much that I wondered where it all came from. The stuff spread into my womb, coating and soothing me, and draining off all the frustration I had ever felt. One final climax welled up and slowly dissipated, leaving me totally drained.
Richard managed to get off the bed five minutes later to fetch the cigarettes and matches. He walked with a faint stoop and wore a sheepish grin on his face. When I asked him what he was smiling at he pointed at the couch between my legs. A large blood spot had spread there, a telltale sign that he had been the first one. "And I thought you knew everything there was to know about sex," he gloated.
"I never said that. But it didn't take much to outdo you," I retorted. He shook his head and sat down beside me rather jauntily.
"Well, well, well, so you were a virgin. I can't believe it. The guys said you were but hell, no virgin could do what you did the other night."
"Only a virgin could," I said, but since neither of us felt particularly inclined to argue, we let the matter rest. We smoked, drank more juice, and then I felt like kissing him and he felt like fucking me, which was fine all around.
It turned into a hell of a night. Richard had been storing it up for a long time and he let it all out on me Five times, maybe six, he mounted me and drove his cock into my novice cunt, and each time I learned more and experienced more. And when the light of day broke I found myself thinking of all those poor women in prison, who had to make do with plastic cocks and long fingers. It didn't seem fair. I wanted to take Richard and lend him to them for a couple of days, sort of like a Red Cross lending-library. But then there wouldn't be any left for me!
I went back to my room later in the morning, mainly to think. He had gone to a class but I knew he hoped to find me in his place when he came back. I wasn't sure what I would do. The main reason for going to my room was to give myself time and a place to think. My choices were numerous now that I was in the outside world but rather than elating me, this freedom just depressed me. Would I stay in college, would I try again to get something published in the school paper, would I move in with Richard, would I start sleeping around, would I try a big city paper or write a book? What was a girl to do.
By the time I got to the room I was thoroughly confused. Gina wasn't in, which helped. I took a long bath, dressed, and surveyed my possessions. There wasn't all that much. If I wanted to pick up and move it wouldn't take me more than half an hour to pack and get out. So what was holding me back?
I thought about the past three weeks and saw no reason at all to stick around. My prison experiences could be turned into a book as long as I had a place to get away and write it. Wouldn't that be more sensible than to go through college, get a degree, and collect unemployment? Yes, certainly. My logic was unassailable, at least by me. Then why didn't I pack up and go? My brother had a cabin in the woods not far away, he wouldn't mind my moving in.
But my parents would be very upset to hear I had dropped out. And poor Richard, hadn't he been through enough without my leaving him, too? So many pros and cons. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking until it hurt, and still no conclusion would come to me.
"Ellen, darling, you're back! Oh, I was so worried about you! Where were you all night?" Gina wrapped herself about me and kissed my naked body all over the place. I didn't know what to do! My mind was in such a muddle that even the simplest decision would overburden it.
"Get off her, you dirty lezzie!" I heard Richard yell from the doorway, "She's my girl now!" He tried to pull her off me but she clung to me, and I thought they had both lost their minds.
"Ellen, I've thought it over and I was wrong. Get rid of these jerks and we'll do it right this time." Harry made his entrance and the room became very crowded.
"You leave her alone!" yelled Richard at him. "She's my girl!"
"But I'm the only one who loves her!" cried Gina pathetically.
That did it. Without a word I got off the bed, dressed, packed while they argued, and left them there. I intended to enjoy my freedom to the utmost, and people like that were just substitutes for prison bars. Men of America, here I come!!!