Chapter 7
Eddie sipped the liquor.
As he reached the end of the drink, he couldn't help but think sexy thoughts once more.
He looked down at Joyce's beautiful nude body, reaching out with his right hand and cupping his fingers around her left breast.
As the fingers made steady contact with her firm tit, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
Joyce struggled free of his grasp.
"What's the matter? I've got another hard-on and I need to fuck," Eddie told her.
"That's enough of that."
"Why are you so cold ? Hell, I'll give you a good piece of ass. I'll really plunge that spear into you. Just give me a shot at your cunt."
"I said no. We're going to talk."
"About what?"
"About us. Just how serious are you about me, Eddie?" She looked at him soberly.
"Hell, as serious as a guy can get. Just take a look at that old peter of mine. Here I go and put on my clothes, and now I want to take them off. You can see how that cock is bulging in my trousers."
"I'm not talking about the size of your hard-on. I'm talking about you. What do you think?"
"You can't separate me from my erection," Eddie laughed.
"That's what I thought you'd say. You're really a pretty frivolous guy, Eddie. Maybe it took a little while for me to see that, but I can sure understand it now. Everything's just a piece of ass to you."
"That's not true," Eddie protested. "I dig you, baby."
"What kind of marriage would we have, Eddie?"
"A very sexy one," he chuckled. "I'd be banging you all the time. I like the idea of keeping your pussy shaved too, honey. That way you look so much sexier when I go down on you. I don't have to even bother wading through the pussy hairs. Just snatch all the way, and do I ever love eating it."
"Naturally you haven't gotten off the subject of sex for one second."
"Do I ever?" He threw his head back and laughed. "I live for it, baby. There's nothing I like better than plunging my pecker into your pussy. I'll tell you something. I'm glad that little old Gilda was along tonight, because it taught you something about the facts of life. It taught you that you can dig a woman and make it with her. When you two went down on each other's twat, I really had to fight to hold back the orgasm."
"What did that have to do with us?"
"That had everything to do with us," Eddie replied. "You see, baby, the one thing I was concerned about was that you weren't uninhibited enough. Now I think all that's changed. I'll level with you. I belong to some swinging clubs. Why, just last night when you didn't want to go out with me I went to a party. They spiked the punch with Spanish fly, and did we ever have a blast. You know, it's really great when you've got one gal sucking your ass out and another one blowing you. That's what happened to me. That old ass-hole of mine was sure tickling when that gal was playing with my balls and sucking my cock. If you don't think I shot rockets, then you've got another thought coming."
"Tell me more about these swingers' escapades," Joyce asked with interest.
"They're absolutely swell," he grinned. "I've wanted to take you along, as many of the guys bring their girlfriends. That's what makes it intriguing. But I've been afraid to ask you. You've been so uptight about certain sex acts and all, and these people go every which way. You'd be surprised at how many good looking chicks show up all by themselves. Some of them are married, too. They just want to get away from the old man and cut loose. like the one who blew me last night. She was married. Did she ever know how to handle my meat. She pumped up and down on it, playing with my balls and running her tongue up and down my long dick. I'll never forget that blow job. And Gilda tonight. She's the type of girl who fits into these swingers scenes. She doesn't belong to any of the clubs that I do, but she's been to certain functions. I mean, other groups. As a matter-of-fact, she invited me to a party next week."
"I do imagine you're going," Joyce said sarcastically.
"Hell, yes, I'm going. And I was figuring on you going too. We could put on a threesome in front of all of them. I can just see those guys. They'll be just pumping up and down on their pricks while we're fucking. I love that routine where she'd suck your twat and I fucked her ass-hole. Maybe we ought to do that."
"Don't count on it."
"Why is that?"
"Because I don't want any of it." Joyce stood up from the bed and frowned. "It's all over, Eddie. I don't want any part of you."
"You don't realize what you're saying. Come on now and sober up, baby. I've given you the best fucks of your life. Certainly you're not going to throw me out on my ear now."
"That's the very thing I'm going to do," Joyce said. "For the first time I'm really seeing you as you are. I represent nothing more to you than a bedroom toy. I see now what so many of these women libbers mean when they're talking about men using women as sex objects. That's all I am to you. A sex object."
"Get off that women's lib stuff," Eddie shook his head. "You live to have those pretty little legs of yours spread to make room for my prick. Don't deny it."
"Just get out of here. You've been very unsympathetic about my teaching job. You belittle it. Any time that I sought to make headway on my own as a person, you've belittled it. Yeah, you wanted the perfect set-up so you could go out and work and I could stay home getting horny waiting for you to come home and fuck me. I want a little more out of life than being fucked by you, Eddie. Besides, now that I've found out that you've been doing it to practically every gal in town, it doesn't appear nearly as appealing anymore. I heard what you said to Gilda. Naturally you're going to see her again."
"Why shouldn't I? She's a swinging broad. I loved fucking her."
"You can fuck her all you want for all I care," Joyce fumed. "It's just that you're not going to come back here and fuck me anymore. Now get out of here and stay out."
Eddie looked at Joyce and sighed. Suddenly it dawned on him that she was more determined on this occasion than she had been in the past. They had had their previous arguments, but nothing quite like this.
She stood with her arms folded stiffly, waiting for him to move out of the. apartment.
"I mean it. Get out of here," she said, raising her voice louder than before. "As a matter-of-fact, if you don't leave in the next five minutes, I'm calling the police and have them forcefully remove you."
"That isn't necessary." Eddie shook his head sadly.
He left with a dejected expression on his face. He turned at the door and parted with these last few words:
"You really don't know what you're doing. You like the way I fuck you. We really communicate under the sheets, honey. You're not going to find anybody whose dick appeals to you like mine."
"Get out and stay out," she steadfastly replied.
Joyce waited until Eddie had departed before she burst into tears. It hurt her to be forced to the conclusion that she reached, but, she thought, there was no other way. Eddie was a sex maniac who was after her for fucking action and nothing else seemed to count.
Joyce was scarcely able to sleep that night. She tossed and turned, and every now and then she would wonder if she had done the right thing by splitting up permanently with Eddie.
But the longer she thought things through, the more she had to conclude she was right. Maybe now she could concentrate on her teaching career. Perhaps she could provide some meaningful benefits to impressionable young minds.
The next day at school started off casually enough. She went through her morning classes, even though she made a few mistakes since she was so tired. The traumatic ordeal with Eddie, coupled with her inability to sleep, caused her difficulties.
When the afternoon's classes commenced, however, things suddenly took on a different note. As Joyce walked into the sex education class, her eyes focused on a blackboard diagram of a woman's sex organs.
As Joyce stared at the replica of the vagina, her face turned red. At that point the young men in the class burst into laughter. Most of the girls had expressions of embarrassment on their faces. . Since Joyce had been through a terrible ordeal with Eddie, a man whom she felt was concerned too much with sex and not enough with her, such a diagram was more tasteless than it would have seemed under other circumstances, even though she would always regard such artistry as patently offensive.
What disturbed Joyce all the more was that she was dealing with a senior class, and the boys in that class had given her the greatest degree of difficulty during the semester. Several times she had become fearful over the sexy leers that they had given her. She had always seen the hard penises dangling in their tight trousers and knew that they were ready for intimate contact with her at any time.
Joyce stood before the class and looked out into the sea of smiling young male faces.
"Who is responsible for this bit of artistry?" she asked sarcastically. "I wish that person would stand up and defend himself."
At that point Jeff Douglas, a tall, dark-haired, intense young man, who sat in the back of the room, stood up slowly. As he stood beside his desk, Joyce couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his trousers.
Of all the students in the senior class, he was the one who scared her the most. She always had a feeling that he was about ready to trap her in the hallway and attempt to make out with her.
Several times he had made suggestive comments at her about getting together and screwing. On each occasion she had put him down good and hard, even though there was something about him that she couldn't help but find very fascinating.
He had an intense, sexy air about him that caused her to feel great curiosity. Several times when she was far away from school she was embarrassed at catching herself thinking about what Jeff would be like in the nude.
"I might have known that this was your handiwork," she said. "Now what do you suppose you're trying to prove?"
"Isn't this sex education, Miss Hale?"
"It is, but that doesn't mean that you engage in that kind of art."
"I thought it would go perfect in here," he grinned. "After all, the people in the class seem to like it."
"They're laughing about it. At least some of your trouble making friends are. But that doesn't impress me. You're a disgrace, Jeff. I can't imagine any decent girl wanting to have anything to do with you."
"You're absolutely right," Jeff grinned. "I wouldn't want to have anything to do with any decent girl. If they're not ready to ball, then I'm not interested."
At that point Jeff's, friends burst into loud laughter.
"I wish that the rooting section would shut up," Joyce said. "And if you laugh at this young hyena once more, you'll all stay after school. Now tell me, Jeff. What do you expect out of life?"
"Some good fucking," he grinned. "Just take a look at what I've got in my trousers here, Miss Hale. You see how hard I am? Now, that's reserved for the right girl."
"You can leave the class, Jeff," Joyce fumed. "You see me after the last class. I'll have a nice little assignment for you. Such exhibitions will not go unpunished."
Joyce watched as Jeff left the class. It angered her to observe that he had kept his cool through it all, right to the very end.
As the last class ended for the day, Joyce couldn't help but feel something in the way of sexual excitement at the prospect of seeing Jeff. She attempted to tell herself that it was just nervousness over meeting a difficult student, but something within her had difficulty believing that.
He arrived as the last student filed out of the classroom. He still had that broad grin on his face.
"Come in here, Jeff," she motioned impatiently.
Jeff half swaggered into the room, standing before her desk.
"Sit down." She directed him toward a desk in the first row.
Jeff sat down slowly at the desk, looking at her with his intense dark eyes.
"I suppose you think you're pretty smart with a little exhibition like the one you put on today," Joyce said.
"No, not really."
"Then why is it you had to draw a picture of a vagina?"
"That isn't a vagina, it's a cunt."
"You sure do have a foul mouth."
"I was just trying to impress you, Miss Hale. You're so damned attractive. I can't help but think sex thoughts about you."
"Shut up, Jeff," she shot back belligerently. "I'm a teacher, not your girlfriend. Just remember that."
"I'm just telling you what I think." He shrugged.
"I think you really need to pay the price. I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a chance to help me correct papers. You were pretty good in history, weren't you?"
"Yeah, I do okay."
"All right, then fine. You can spend this evening at my apartment with me correcting papers of the history class."
A smile suddenly surfaced on Jeff's face.
"You mean that?"
"I mean you can help me correct papers."
But Jeff had other thoughts. His eyes dropped down toward Joyce's legs, and the longer he looked at them, the more he thought about how gorgeous she would be naked.