Chapter 7
A lady of leisure; a daughter of joy. I hadn't enjoyed so much free time since that first week in California when I waited for my money to get so scarce I had no other choice but to bust my hump in some dumb job. With four different boys supporting me I didn't have to move a muscle. Still, my sense of neatness made me clean up the apartment much to the delight of the others. I was an asset to the sexy little group. Helen, the only other girl, was terribly lazy and she had to strain herself to wash a cup out. The boys neglected the household chores because they considered it woman's work....which it was. They as well as Helen were happy to see that I willingly took on the job as chief cook and bottle washer.
Since I didn't have to go to work the boys used the car to drive to school and back. They bought all the gas and oil and also made some minor repairs. Like all men they took a special pleasure in machines.
The old woman who ran the rooming house wasn't a bit like the old women I knew back home. She didn't care what went on in the apartments as long as the rent was paid. For this reason she didn't mind all the extra guests that crowded into the small pad which had originally been rented by Jerry and another girl. After she left Jerry invited Helen in. When she couldn't provide any of the rent money he brought in Ronald, an undergraduate in need of sex and a place to stay. By offering the ever-willing Helen as an inducement the student was only too happy to carry his end of the rent bill. Then, in the casual, transient, drifting world of the hippie, more guests were added to the group. At one time there had been an even ratio of males to females but the girls went off to less crowded apartments leaving Helen as the sole Eve in the Garden of Eden with more than enough Adams to take care of. That's when I came in. Even though I didn't have money to offer the boys didn't care since my body.. .and my car.. .were enough to satisfy their wants.
When the boys were at U.C.L.A. I went swimming with Helen. It was unusual for me to have a female companion and I realized how starved I was for girl talk. I found out that the girl had run away from home two years ago and had been sleeping around ever since. She tried work for just two weeks and gave it up. "Why work for a living when you don't have to?" she asked me. ''This town is full of guys who'll set you up in an apartment and only ask you to fuck them now and then."
Helen made my relationship with the boys sound like prostitution and I resented it. A whore sells her body to men she doesn't like while I willingly gave mine to the boys I really cared for. When I told her this she was unimpressed. "That's what they all say, honey," she said in a bored tone.
Now that I had lived with the boys for awhile I was somewhat possessive of them. "Just how many other girls lived at the apartment?" I wanted to know.
"I lost count. They keep coming and going," she said. "Some never last more than a night while others stick around for a month or so. Me, I'm an old-timer. I've been at the dump for nine weeks."
I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. It all seemed so vague. No one had deep, lasting relationships anymore, it appeared. The nearest thing I ever had to such an affair was with Bill and he turned out to be a thief who had only been using me. I hoped that I wasn't being used again.
Helen candidly told me that she planned to become a hooker. "All I get from this bunch is room and board," she said. "On the street I can get ten and twenty bucks easily for what I'm doing now. Why don't we pair up, Lorna? Between the two of us we could bring in a couple of hundred bucks a day."
I tried to tell myself that the girl was just pulling my leg and ignored her. But it was difficult to ignore a girl you lived with twenty-four hours a day. I had entered the group because II wanted and needed companionship but Helen never let me alone when the boys were not there. I figured that, like me, she needed another girl around so as not to be overwhelmed by the male world we lived in. But, after a few days, she began to reveal her true interest in me.
We had come from the beach and had removed our swim suits in the apartment. When we were both naked Helen placed her hands over my breasts. "You're such a pretty girl, Lorna," she told me softly and lovingly. "Girls have such beautiful bodies and boys are so ugly."
"Helen, that's sound so.. .so.. . .," I stammered.
"Queer?" she said ending my statement. "Honey, don't you know that everyone is a bit queer to some extent? Haven't you ever made love to another girl?"
She moved in against me and our nipples met. Hers erected and I felt mine beginning to engorge with lust. I recalled all the times I looked at nude females with more than passing interest. I remembered that beautiful black girl who had left so unexpectedly. Yes, I suppose there was some homosexuality in everyone's makeup. But I felt that Helen had more than her share. If anything I was convinced that her homosexuality was greater than her heterosexuality. Prostitutes were this way, too, I heard. Since the girl talked so glibly about selling her body maybe she was another Lesbian who, while selling her body to men, reserved her affections for women.
The young girl slipped her hands down to my hips and ground her torso against mine. I didn't exactly welcome her advances but I didn't reject them, either. What was so awful about two members of the same sex loving one another? I had joined the hippie group in search of all kinds of sensation and homosexuality was one thing I've never had.
She seemed proud of the fact that she had been the first female ever to have me. I hated to tell her that, while there was some degree of excitement in homosexuality, I was really too straight too appreciate it. I didn't say anything because Helen seemed to be enjoying my body so. She sucked my nipples and, in my search for sensation, I sucked hers. We kissed and licked one another for an hour or so before we decided to break it up. The boys were due back soon.
Paul and Ronald came in and found us naked but not in one another's arms. Paul slipped his arms around me and fingered my slit. "I've been dreaming of your box all day, sweetheart," he told me.
The boys took off their clothes. Once again Paul pressed his slight body against mine. He slipped his erected penis between my butt halves and probed against my anus. Bill had Greeked me a few times but I cared as little for that particular sensation as I did for Lesbianism. Even with lubrication anal intercourse was uncomfortable if not painful. Today Paul seemed to want to sodomize me. I wanted to tell the boy to forget it but I didn't want to give Helen the impression that, like her, I disliked any and all kinds of sexual expressions from males.
"I'll take it easy," the boy assured me and lubricated his lust-stiff rod with a pad of butter. He pushed some of the butter inside my anus and then inched into me. I leaned forward and held on to the edge of a table for support as the boy slipped his throbbing tool into my body. Helen and Ronald paused in their love-making to watch. They walked over to the table and stared down at the sexual connection.
"Just another inch," Paul assured me.
The boy rammed this last inch hard by grabbing my shoulders, forcing me into an upright position and arching into me. I cried aloud. This somewhat sadistic sex act aroused Ronald to the point where he thrust his erected pecker into my slit and I found myself sandwiched between two males. This seemed to be my day for unique positions.
As Paul pulled back Ronald pushed forward. Then Helen had a bright idea. She wanted the boys to remain still while I moved back and forth. The fellows went for it and I, with no other choice in the matter, moved back and forth between a foot of cock. First I pushed my vagina against one boy and then I pushed my ass against another. I moved back slowly because my poor rump was not used to Greek love.
Jerry and Nick picked that moment to enter. They joined Helen as an audience and watched the private stag show, live and in color. Paul began to shoot his load. I was glad because it meant that now his penis would become soft. Ronald climaxed a few seconds later and I sighed with relief. In the midst of this two-way orgy I assured myself that it was all for the best; the more sex I got personally, the less need I would have to masturbate and peep at others.
The two boys pulled out of me announcing that it had been a most interesting moment of passion. They made it look and sound so good that Jerry and Nick wanted to sandwich me in between them. I agreed only if Nick brought up the rear. He had the smallest penis in the house.
After I satisfied the second pair I put on my clothes and announced that my particular meat counter was closed for the day. Within an hour I had had sex with four boys and one girl. So much sex had been thrown at me that I found myself, at that moment, more than a bit bored by the sight of the naked human body. Yes, I thought happily, the Peeping Tom inside me was being drowned for good.
My heterosexual display didn't discourage Helen. She insisted that we had everything in common. She kept urging me to leave the boys, take an apartment of our own and then hustle. It got so that I dreaded being alone with her. "Why don't you just leave now and hustle?" I told her annoyed by her advances.
When she pressed her lips against mine I pushed her away angrily. "Let's get this straight...I'm no queer!" I snapped. "I only gave in that other day to see what it was like. Well, I no like...is that coming through that sick mind of yours?"
It was then I learned that a woman scorned is a terrible thing. This is especially true in the world of the Lesbian. Helen didn't crawl into a shell after my outburst but, rather, she was on me like a tigeress. She clawed my face and screamed. "Bitch! Slut! You're mine!" she howled.
I was no match for her and rushed out of the door bleeding. She chased me down the street and screamed that she owned me and that no one else could have my body. Venice, a casual town to say the least, was shocked by the roaring of an enraged dyke. I finally found refuge in the apartment of some hippies I knew and they all seemed amused by the incident. A skinny, bearded fellows gave me a reefer to calm my nerves. "Never get involved with a Lesbian," he warned. "They can't stand being rejected."
"I'm not going back until that dyke is gone," I assured him. "Things will be all right then."
"I don't mean just the girl," Red told me. "I'm talking about the guys, too."
"They're nice boys," I responded hotly. "Why are you putting down?"
The bearded hippie shook his head sadly. "They just haven't turned on you yet," he warned. 'They like to lead a chick along and then start their fun and games."
Despite the fact that I was numbed by three reefers I suddenly became alert. "What are you talking about?" I demanded.
"They're sadists. They like to torture girls," Red answered with a straight face. "That bunch is high on pain and the works of Marquis de Sade. They like to get innocent young girls and .. ."
"Stop that shit!" I said abruptly.
Red shook his head sadly again. "Have you ever wondered why there is such a turnover in girls at that apartment?" he asked.
"Helen has been there for a long time," I informed him.
"Sure, that's becuase she's one of the boys," He replied. "They don't make a victim out of her since she belongs to the sick group. They use her to seduce girls into homosexuality. You're lucky to be out of that place. I can tolerate anything except hurting others. That's why I'm telling you all this."
Jerry found out where I was hiding and informed me that Helen was now gone and that this left me the queen of the house. Red shook his head in his usual way when I left as if in final warning.
For the rest of that day and the next I enjoyed the freedom of being without the aggressive Lesbian. I forgot about Red's warning about the boys until, one evening after dinner, the walls of the apartment started to dissolve! The paint ran first and then the plaster beneath it. An atomic bomb? Were we being attacked? I clutched at Jerry's hand. "The walls!" I gasped in horror.
He grinned at me. His teeth seemed huge and white like tombstones. All the boys were smiling, too. I couldn't understand it. Had they gone mad?
I jumped up on the table and shivered in fright. Something was happening to the world and I was the only one who seemed to care. Great bugs began to crawl through the melting walls and I screamed. Hands grabbed me and pulled me off the table. The boys were laughing among themselves. "It really hit her," Nick exclaimed.
"The bugs! The bugs!" I shouted.
"How is it that chicks always see bugs when they get some acid?" Ronald asked.
Acid? Was that what was dissolving the walls? Then, in my confused condition I realized that they had slipped me some LSD. I was wide awake but I was caught in a nightmare. The bugs, the tombstone teeth, the melting walls all looked very real to me. "Jerry! Help!" I implored.
He picked me up in his arms. "Sure, we'll help you, baby doll," he said.
I felt my clothes being torn off. When I was naked my nipples appeared to be turning into worms. I pressed my hands against them as if trying to kill the creatures. There was an explosion of light. Another atom bomb? Desperately I tried to get my senses back for I knew that none of this was real. I then saw Paul with a camera in his hand. It was a Polaroid with a flash attachment. They were taking pictures of me in my crazed state. "Help me!" I implored them. "Get me out of this!"
The boys laughed. The walls dissolved completely revealing rows of old bones behind them. I was certain that the boys killed their girls. That's where they all went to. I kept crying and screaming as the boys tied my arms and legs with their leather belts. Then blackness came.
Jerry grunted and sat up. He was naked. He walked over to the sink and turned on the water. He placed the glass on the table and then picked me up and dumped me in a chair. Since my arms were tied I couldn't reach the water. "You flipped out last night, Lorna," he told me. "We had to restrain you."
"Acid," I said. "You put LSD in my food."
"Lorna," he sighed, "you must be paranoid. I think I'll write home to your parents. See, I have the envelope all ready."
He showed me a stamped envelope with my parent's name and address on it. Sometime during my stay at the house I had given it to them. Jerry opened the envelope and took out several Polaroid pictures. He placed them on the table before me. As he did the other boys got out of their beds to enjoy the sadistic fun and games. Red, it seemed, had been right after all. The pictures were of a nude, wild-looking girl in various pornographic positions alone with Jerry.
It had happened to me again. I found myself in a messy situation and wanted to get as far away from these sick people as I could and as quickly as possible.