Chapter 16
Nobody in Donna's 'F' Club got off easy. The whole community had been too aroused for that.
Those adults caught in the raid drew prison sentences. Most of the teenagers had their sentences suspended, with the stipulation that they would report weekly to a psychiatric clinic for as long as the judge thought feasible.
Old Rankin was a pitiful sight after the trial. When he learned that Hazel would go to prison, he stood condemned and accused, too, before everybody. He wrote out his resignation and left town.
As usually happens, a few guilty ones - like coach and Jake Sears - and yes, even himself, Spud had to admit - were lucky and didn't get involved in the trial. But Spud carried his guilt around with him for a long time afterward.
Spud saw Coach from time to time, and they discussed the whole thing together. Spud felt that Coach was once more on the right track, and he was glad. Since his wife was safely over her pregnancy, Coach wouldn't be anybody to worry about.
But Jake Sears was another matter.
Spud met him one afternoon several weeks after the trial. He'd been scared silly for a time, but now, he was right back to his old tricks.
He asked Spud to come up to his apartment.
Spud wanted to find out from Jake what he could about Hazel, so he went.
Jake seemed to feel sorry for Hazel, and Spud began giving him the benefit of any doubts.
Then a man and two women arrived. They seemed to be Jake's friends.
Right away, the man asked Spud if he wanted to get turned on.
Spud wasn't quite sure what he meant.
He supposed the guy wanted to blow him, until Jake said something about smoking marijuana. "We all do it here," he said.
"Marijuana?" Spud croaked. "Not me!"
"It's not habit-forming," one of the girls said, putting her lips close to Spud's cheek. "It makes you lose your inhibitions, makes fucking better. Try it, kid."
Spud shoved her away and stared at Jake. "You use the shit?" he asked. He couldn't believe it.
One of the girls said, "I'm about ready for a refill!"
Spud thought she already acted pretty loaded. Curious now, he stayed to see what would happen next.
A lot did. First, the girls stripped the two men and wanted to help Spud out of his clothes, too. He wouldn't let them. Then the men stripped the girls. Both girls were pretty high, and Spud didn't know if it was from liquor, or the pot. Spud kept moving away, telling himself it was time to get out.
But he didn't.
He stayed and watched the party.
The naked man left the girls and went to Jake. Grabbing Jake's cock, he hissed, "Lemme suck it off!"
Jake didn't answer, but he pushed his prong at the man. The man fell to his knees and took Jake's dick in his mouth, running his tongue over the end of it, then gobbling it down.
Spud began to feel kind of sick. His stomach churned, and he headed for the bathroom. One of the girls was there, jabbing a needle into her arm. Spud felt as if his own flesh had taken the thrust of the needle, as if its poison had invaded his own bloodstream.
He had to get out of there. This was something that should be reported! He'd get out of there and go find Coach! Maybe Coach would know what to do about it.
He started to the door, but then he heard someone scream in the bedroom.
He ran to the bedroom.
Jake was there - with the man and the other girl. The man was holding the girl's head while Jake stood in front of her, trying to make her take his stiff cock in her mouth.
When she wouldn't, the man flopped her over, crawled on her quickly, and fucked her hotly, violently. He pumped his cock in to the hilt, jabbing her fast and rubbing her clit, making her squirm. Jake got behind and climbed the man and started to fuck him, and the three of them panted and moaned in sheer delight. Spud knew when the men's driving cocks spouted almost at the same time. They clung together, naked, and slow-fucked, shuddering in sweet anguish.
When the man pulled his cock out of the woman, it was still hard.
"Hey," Jake said, "let me!"
"All right," the guy said. "I've got a lot of fuck stored up in me."
Jake went down, covering the cock with his mouth. He sucked it hotly, playing with the man's balls.
Spud had seen all he cared to see. He found the door, got out of there, and headed for Coach's house.
On the way over, he tried to analyze Jake Sears. What kind of a freak was he, anyway? Spud wondered if there was a woman on earth who could give Jake all the kicks he sought.
Like Coach had said, maybe Jake ought to get married. Jake could carry off the physical side of a marriage, but maybe he would never change underneath. Maybe he would always need a man's hot cock, or ass too, to satisfy his tormenting sex drive.
Spud's thoughts of sex made him hot, and he thought about Hazel Rankin. He thought about her juicy, demanding cunt, that had brought him so much pleasure. Despite his couple of early experiences, Hazel had been the one who had really taught him about sex and its hot pleasures, and for that his healthy-sized cock would always be grateful. He felt sorry for what had happened to Hazel, and even the thought of her made his cock throb, but, in another way, he was glad that she was no longer available to him.
Yes, Hazel had been like the spider in the old nursery rhyme. She had tempted him into her parlor with the promise of many things, and she had delivered! But, like the spider had done to the fly, she had entangled him in her web, and he knew now she'd been pure poison. She - and all her kind.
He'd been lucky. He'd been luckier than the poor fly, but only by the grace of God!
Frani was at Coach's house. Mrs. Nichols had returned home, but she remained in bed and Frani waited on her. Mrs. Nichols was asleep.
Frani was alone in the living room reading a book.
"You know something," Spud started out. "I bet I can kiss you without touching your lips!"
"On the mouth?"
"Yeah, on the mouth!"
"Spud, that's impossible!" Frani said.
"No, I bet a quarter I can!"
He laid down a quarter and kissed Frani before she could protest. The kiss stirred him, but he controlled himself. Laughing, he said, "I lost!"
He asked for Coach, and when Frani said she didn't know where he was, Spud felt stirrings of fear. But that was silly, he assured himself. He knew Coach wasn't out chasing women - or even with Jake. All that was over.
Coach had been cured of a lot of bad habits.
Spud stayed. Partly, he wanted to be near Frani, and partly, he wanted to wait for Coach.
They talked about the new principal at Valley High, an older man, and a widower, too, like Rankin had once been, before he married Hazel. But he was an entirely different type of man from Rankin.
"You know," Frani said, "I think he has a crush on Miss Parks!"
"Fine!" Spud answered. "Miss Parks is all right, and I'm rooting hard for a little romance in her life."
"She's pretty great," Frani added. "And you don't have to take my word for it. Just ask Donna Overstreet!"
Spud felt that his whole life had changed. He knew, however, that there would be times when he craved pure, raw sex. He discussed that with Frani.
"You think a girl doesn't feel the same way, too?" she asked. "But sex isn't everything - and it isn't a sign of a person's maturity by any means!"
Spud agreed.
Without anybody's urging, Spud went back to school. He wanted a better understanding of himself. And school was offering him that opportunity now. Coach had persuaded a medical doctor to come in and talk to his classes. And a lot of people were so grateful to Miss Parks, that she got about anything she asked for to improve the school. She brought in a full-time counsellor and psychologist.
One evening, Frani borrowed her father's car and drove by to pick up Spud. They drove out to the river and lay down in the cool, green grass on its bank.
Frani stretched out, facing Spud, and for a long time they just looked at each other. Spud felt his cock rise, but he cooled it. Looking at Frani, he decided that anyone as nice as she was, would be worth waiting for.
"Frani," Spud said, "I think I've learned what real love is - it's the way I feel about you. I want to marry you, Frani, whenever you're ready."
"I love you too, Spud. But then, I always have!" "The other part - the sex part - I still want you, Frani, my whole body does. But I'll wait for that too, until you're ready."
After a moment of quiet, Frani said, "There's no need to wait - now that I know how you really feel."
Spud looked at her searchingly. "Frani -?"
"Undress me, Spud, and undress yourself . . ."
When they were naked, his hands moved lovingly over her body, and hers over his. He kissed her deeply, and pressed his bare body against her, with an urgency born of love as well as desire. He felt her desire, and he gently got on top of her, spreading her legs with his own body. His cock was throbbing, but he didn't hurry it. He continued his kisses, building up her want of him even more, and when he felt she was ready, he slowly pressed his cock into her cunt.
It was tight, but her juices soon lubricated his cock, so that it went more easily. He pressed more urgently then, but still gently, until he felt himself pass the natural barrier inside her. He waited a few moments to let her get used to it, and then her own instinctive movements showed him that she wanted him to go on. He started fucking her more passionately, and she responded with an ardor that surprised and excited him.
He felt her body shudder with orgasm, and he was happy for the pleasure he was giving her. Even in his excitement, he realized fleetingly that this was the first time that he was thinking about the pleasure of his partner, rather than his own.
"Oh, Spud," Frani whispered softly, "I'm sorry we waited."
"No, Frani, I'm glad we did! It's never been as wonderful as now, with you!"
And his words were proven by the wild surge he felt, building up in his balls, rushing through the hard length of his cock, into her no-longer-virgin cunt.
They lay quietly for a few minutes, just caressing each other's body, and then they fucked again, as lovingly as the first time.
Then they lay together, naked under the starlit sky, in a world that seemed made only for them.
Later, they dressed, and talked about how it had been.
Spud said, "I don't have to tell you, Frani, I've fucked around with a few girls before, but it's so different, so wonderfully, excitingly different, when you do it with someone whom you really love." He paused. "You know, Frani, I'm going to make something out of myself - for you!"
"Not for me," Frani corrected. "For yourself!"
"Anything - if I can share the rest of my life with you."
They kissed, and the whole world was theirs.
They got up and drove home.
As they passed the Rankin house, somebody was moving in. To Spud, the Rankins seemed like people from another century. He told Frani, "I hope we get nice neighbors this time - different from the Rankins."
Frani said it was best to forget the Rankins.
"One shouldn't live his yesterdays," Spud agreed. "He should look forward to his tomorrows."
And he caught himself doing just that. His tomorrows would mean having Frani for his own. They would get married, and there would be children - beautiful children. Children resulted from sexual love and were its meaningful end.
He would remember that. And there would be beautiful children - love children.
Theirs.