Chapter 10
THE FINAL WEEK IN APRIL WAS A FAST AND FURIOUS time at Richmond College. Teachers were preparing final exams. Students were boning up with their books, though there were some girls who spent altogether too much time boning up on "anatomy" with their boy friends when they should have been studying English or math!
Wes Parker had encountered both Celia Brown and Ann Wayne since he had raped them, and neither gave indication thai she suspected that the head of the English department was her attacker Celia Brown had no idea who he had been, and cared less. That was a delicious memory she would carry fondly for the rest of her life. Ann Wayne still dwelt in her dream world, and would not admit to herself that anything had happened at all. That had been all a wondrous dream.
Still, her dream phantom had shattered the rigid mold of her inhibitions. Since that night, she had tried to coax the phantom lover back, without success. She had even begun to consider accepting the next invitation an eligible young man offered her to come up and see his "etchings."
On Wednesday, Janet had come up to Wes's office to see him. Her blonde hair was tied back in a jaunty pony tail that bounced up and down with the same rhythm as her boobs and her buttocks beneath her thin frock.
"You're a walking ad," Wes kidded her. "Don't you have anything on under that dress?"
She flipped up her skirt in front and showed him. The sight of her nubile naked young body did not stir him today. He only smiled. "I thought so. Lucky this isn't a coed school. You'd be raped in the hall "
Janet giggled. "I don't mind an audience. .As a matter-of-fact, that's why I came to see you." She glanced cautiously at the closed door, "That club I was telling you about. Well, I spoke to the president, and she says it's okay for you to come to the next meeting."
He hid his elation and excitement. "Swell. I'll give anything a try."
She moved closer to him. "Care to try this?"
"I'd like to, but I have an appointment with your mother in five minutes."
She pouted. "Darn, and I wanted to, too."
"Next time," he promised, and stood up to escort her out. He stood at the doorway and watched her walk down the hall, with the hip-swiveling gait that accentuated the contours of her buttocks. He noted, with amusement, that more than one girl in the crowded corridor glanced at her derriere with hungry eyes, and he wondered just how many of the prim, proper young debutantes who attended Jane Richmond were switch-hitters.
He had carefully planned his interview with Phylis Moon. "I'm on the track," he informed her cautiously, when they were closeted in her office. "I've got an inside line to this orgy club on campus."
"That's wonderful, Wes. You're a fast worker." This description made her smile secretively, as she recalled that stimulating escapade that had taken place in her closet. Pulling down her panties and pushing against him like an eager mare! Nothing slow about either of them!
"I have a 'contact,' shall we say, whom I expect will lead me to one of the club's meetings very shortly, now."
Her eyebrows lilted. "And who is this contact?
One of your students?"
He smiled smugly. He was not about to tell her it was her own daughter. Not yet, anyway! "I'm afraid I can't say at the moment. I can't afford to do anything that would upset the apple cart. You do understand, Phylis?"
She frowned. "I suppose so. Still, Wes, how can you be so sure that this girl will take you there? I mean, what does she think? How did you gain her trust?"
He affected his best martyred expression. "I don't want to go into it now. All I can say is that I'm playing an extremely dangerous game."
She sensed his meaning, and it worried her. "Wes, you're not setting yourself up as a decoy?"
He nodded gravely. "There was no other way, I'm afraid. I had to gain her confidence. I gave her to believe that I am a bit of a lecher and voyeur."
"Oh, Wes!" The dean was stricken. "You should never have involved yourself to this extent. It could backfire on you in all sorts of ways. Ruin your career."
"I had to take the chance," he said nobly. "Better to risk my own neck, than to risk the exposure of Jane Richmond in the newspapers. Unless this cancer can be cut out at once, it's going to explode into the greatest national college scandal since they broke the cheating ring."
She stood up and came around the desk and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know what you're doing, and you don't fool me. You're afraid that if there is a scandal, it will blacken my name."
He dropped his eyes modestly, and his voice was soft. "It would be tragic, Phylis, for something like that to happen after so many years of brilliant, dedicated service. And just when you're looking forward to that European sabbatical."
Her voice choked with emotion, and, impulsively she hugged his head to her body. Tenderly, he turned his lips and kissed her.
"You make me feel like a woman, darling," she whispered. "If you weren't already married, I could learn to love you, I think."
"And I you," he lied.
"Wes, no matter what happens, both I and the Board of Trustees will be eternally in your debt. You can be sure I will inform them of your noble, selfless effort to save the reputation of Jane Richmond College, even if you fail."
"I won't fail," he said with a movie-hero lopsided grin.
He walked out of the interview on winged feet. When Dean Moon nominated him as the college "savior" it would clinch his appointment as acting dean during her absence.
Acting dean? Oh, no! Permanent dean!
When he broke the bombshell that her own daughter was a charter member of this college orgy club, Phylis Moon would not dare to show her face on the campus again.
And then there were the side benefits! One glorious night of bacchanalia, lechery unlimited, all with complete immunity. He would give his honor, all for dear old Jane Richmond. It would be quite a sacrifice.
Greater love hath no man!
Sue Parker kept her second appointment with Dr. Ruth Marx, but declared that she would not return again. "But I don't understand, Sue," Dr. Marx said in puzzlement. "You seemed so anxious to get your problems worked out last time you were here."
Sue smiled enigmatically and crossed her slender nyloned legs. She was wearing a dress with a plunging neckline that showed off the top half of her bunched breasts. It gave her a cheap look that the psychiatrist knew was quite untypical of her.
"Wes and I worked things out by ourselves," she said, lighting a cigarette.
Ruth Marx's eyebrows lifted. "Just like that? After five years?"
Sue's blue eyes never wavered. "That's right."
The doctor was troubled but helpless to argue. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know."
When Sue walked through the outer office, Connie winked at her. "Atta girl, who needs her when you have the kind of group therapy we have?"
Sue laughed. "See you next Monday." She opened her pocketbook and took out ten dollars. "Here's my dues for next time."
Connie smiled. "You sound anxious."
"I am," Sue admitted boldly. Her whole personality had changed since the night in the bungalow. It was as if invisible chains had bound her all of her life, but now they were, broken. Life was wonderful. Love was wonderful. Love was free. You took it when and where you wanted it. With anyone you wanted.
It was almost like a summer day. The sun was blazing hot, and the soft air was full of the smell of apple blossoms from the orchard alongside one boundary of the campus. Sue walked with light, springy footsteps, heading for the river. She walked along the bicycle path that ran beside the grassy banks which sloped down to the water's edge. On a day such as this, the girls from Jane Richmond were out in force, sun-bathing on the grass. There was always a sprinkling of boy's from the nearby men's college. In many cases the boys and girls were together. Most of them, boys and girls, wore their bathing suits. Sue admired their young, firm, bronzed bodies, all but naked in skimpy trunks and bikinis. She speculated as to how many of those trunks and bikinis would come off before this day was past. How many of those vibrant young bodies would be close in the ultimate embrace, rousing and wracking and spending each other on the damp grass? The idea kindled a ball of furry warmth. She walked on, breathing deeply and examining the young men with lust in her eyes. They were so young, not one of them over twenty-one or so, she decided. But they had men's arms, men's chests and shoulders, men's strong legs. And the lust of men ran strong in them.
She had read somewhere that the male attains his height of potency at the age of sixteen, and that, from then on, he is going steadily downhill. Her breasts began to tingle. She wondered what love would be like with one of those young stallions.
As she got further away from the college, the number of boys and girls on the grass became fewer For a stretch, there were none at all. But about a quarter of a mile further on, she saw a lone figure in bathing trunks lying prone, braced on his elbows as he read a book. When she drew closer she saw it was a lithe young man, about nineteen, with a crew haircut and a smoothly muscled body that was cinnamon tan. Her heart beat faster. He was absolutely perfect! When she came abreast of where he was lying, halfway down the bank, she stopped and called to him.
"Could you please tell me what time it is?"
"Yes, ma'am." He glanced at his wrist watch. "It's ten minutes to two."
"Thank you." She walked a few steps down the bank and sat down gingerly on the grass. "I only have until two thirty, and I've forgotten my own watch. Could I trouble you to tell me when it's near that time?"
He smiled pleasantly. "Sure thing." He pretended to go back to his book, but Sue could perceive that he was covertly studying her from under lowered lashes.
She enjoyed his scrutiny, quite proud that this young blood should find a thirty-one-year-old woman worth looking at. Why not? she asked herself. She was a darned nice looking female, age notwithstanding.
The boy was thinking exactly the same thing. She was a real cute doll, he told himself, just the way he'd want his wife to look when she got to be middle-aged. Man, she had some pair of boobs! And there wasn't much keeping them under that dress. Her gams were good too, and with that short skirt, she showed a lot of them, round and sleek in her sheer nylons. He blushed as she spoke to him again.
"You have the right idea. I should have brought my bathing suit along. It's a shame to waste all this wonderful sun."
"Yeah," he mumbled and bent his head self-consciously to the book again. "Oh boy!" he groaned to himself as she reached under her skirt and began to unbuckle her garters. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he began to tremble as she rolled one nylon down her tapered upper leg, over the petite knee and her shapely calves. But his eyes really bulged when she lifted her leg to get the stocking off her foot. In that position he could see her panties.
They had attracted Sue's eyes immediately when she saw them on TV manikin in the lingerie shop. They revealed without actually letting you see, and the observer's imagination did the rest.
His imagination did plenty for the goggle-eyed young man as he devoured her with his eyes. This was the first time that Rudy Tyler had ever seen a girl or a woman so nearly naked. He'd had quick glimpses under skirts, when a girl was sitting carelessly on a train or a bus, but this was different!
He got treated a second time as she removed her other stocking. If he could have gotten up without embarrassment, he would have done so and left. That didn't do a fellow any good, to get himself all worked up.
Sue was watching him closely as she removed her nylons. She felt positively naked in those scandalous panties, and his rapt gaze made her feel deliciously lecherous. Her taut nipples strained against the confining brassiere. The boy was red in the face.
She smoothed out her skirt over her knees, giving him a temporary respite from the provocative show, and wiggled her toes in the damp grass. "What are you reading?" she asked casually.
He gulped and met her steady gaze. "My solid geometry book, ma'am."
"Oh, I majored in math," she enthused. "Could I take a look at your book and see how the basics have changed since I went to college?"
His voice croaked. "Ma'am?"
"I'd like to see your book, if you don't mind." She fought the urge to laugh.
He began to stutter and splutter. "Well I.. . er that is, I don't mind. Only . . . " A thought came to him inspirationally "I've got a bad cramp in my leg, and I can't get up." He began to massage his leg vigorously.
Smiling thinly, Sue got to her feet and walked down the slope to where he was lying. "So you've got a cramp? Right there where you're rubbing?"
"Yes, ma'am." He pointed to a spot at the back of his muscular upper leg.
"Well, you can't massage in that position. Here, let me help you. I've got a nursing certificate."
Before he could object, she had begun to massage his leg. The touch of her soft, slim fingers on his bare flesh sent electricity flashing through him.
"You're trembling," Sue observed. "Am I hurting you?"
"No, ma'am."
The muscles of his leg were taut beneath her kneading fingers. The perspiration was pouring out of his pores as he strove to control himself. He felt those wonderful fingers on his bare flesh, caressing him just below the edge of his trunks now. He couldn't take much more of that.
"Please, ma'am," he gasped. "Stop now, I'm all right."
"You don't sound all right," she said archly. "I can tell something is wrong. Tell me, maybe I can help."
"You can't help."
"Are you sure?"
"Please, go away "
Quite quickly she slipped her hands underneath the legs of his trunks and ran them over his bare buttocks. The shock made him yelp and rear up violently, so that he pushed Sue and she rolled over on the grass. Her skirt was twisted about her hips, exposing her slender, golden legs all the way to her panties.
In alarm. Rudy sat up. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Did I hurt you?"
Sue lay on her side with one arm bracing her head and her eyes glued on him She giggled. "You're a naughty boy"
His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth as he gaped at her bare legs and panties.
"Never mind. Well fix you up in a jiffy." She stood up and began to peel off her panties. To titillate him further, she turned her back coquettishly as she slipped them off her ankles. Rudy was drunk from the view. This was the first time he had ever seen a female naked. By now that was apparent to him that this lovely dish was going to let him have her right here on the grass! Rudy was scared to death. He didn't really know what to do.
She knelt beside him. "Well, take off your trunks."
His fingers fumbled at the belt, but he was too nervous. Laughing, she did that for him. Sue was properly impressed. She congratulated herself on striking gold!
She inhaled so deeply that her boobs popped right out of her dress and bra. He reached for them. His big rough hands engulfed them, and her popping nipples struck at his palms like thorns. Without further ado, she moved closer to him.
"Ma'am," he gasped, "I never did this before."
The candid admission doubled her pleasure. A virgin! That was a delightful idea. The thought occurred to Sue that men were always talking about claiming a virgin. That was a mark of distinction, for the vain male to convince a young girl. But she had never heard any women brag that way. Now she knew, however, that female vanity was every bit as strong as male vanity. She would get a distinct kick from having this kid.
"You just relax and let mama do the work," she told him.
"Yes, ma'am," he gasped and his eyes were big and wondrous.
And what a delightful trip that was, with her hair blowing in the breeze, the sun warm on her bare breasts and bare buttocks, and the dewy coolness of the grass blades tickling her. She looked along the bicycle path in both directions to see if anyone was approaching. Not that she cared any longer. In her state of excitation, she wouldn't have interrupted what she was doing if a whole army came marching past. The thought tickled her. Right now, the two of them were enough to break up any parade!
The boy had let go of her breasts and had wrapped his arms about her body. The expression on his face was positively beautiful. Beatific was the word. He was having the once-in-a-lifetime ecstasy, at the precise moment when youthful innocence is lost in age-old ritual. And she knew, then, why the taking of another's virginity was such a landmark knowing the wonder and awe in the partner's face.
His pleasure rocked her. She waited on the threshold of her own pleasure, waited in order to better savor the vicarious thrill of the boy's. Not until he fell back lifeless on the grass did she let herself go.
After a time, she got up and put on her panties. He was still lying on his back, staring at her with mute, adoring eyes. "That was fine," she said. "Thanks for a pleasant afternoon."
"Will I see you again?" he asked her timidly.
Sue laughed. "I doubt it. Maybe, though. I'll look for you next time I pass this way."
He watched her walk up the slope with her saucy rear molding the tight seat of her dress. And he felt a pang of loss quite unlike any he had ever known before.
In a daze, he continued to stare after her vanishing figure. He wondered who she was, where she had come from, where she was now going.
What a woman! he thought. Then more appropriately, perhaps, what kind of a woman?
What sort of person was she, that she could appear out of nowhere on a sunny afternoon and, in broad daylight, approach an unknown boy and casually make love to him, and then just as unconcernedly walk away, probably out of his life forever?
This was really something to tell his buddies back at the dorm! Then, on second thought, he decided against revealing any shred of this episode to the guys he knew. They'd never believe him.
Suddenly, Rudy realized he was still naked. He hastily grabbed his trunks and put them on.
Then he lay quietly for a long time, soaking up the sunshine, his geometry book open but untouched on the grass beside him.