Chapter 7
"I wish you'd get out of that awful Miss Derriere contest!" Reed Smythe yelled into his phone.
"What on earth for?" Brenda Stevens, on the other end of the line, asked him.
"Because it's-well, it's not dignified, that's why."
"Is that why you wanted to take me to lunch today?" she asked. "To give me a lecture on what is proper and what is not?"
"No, of course not. I just-"
"All right then, Reed. I'll meet you at the restaurant at one."
She hung up the phone before he could protest further. She screwed up her face, mimicking him, "It's undignified to be in a 'Miss Ass' contest." The notion made her burst out laughing. Poor Reed was getting stuffier than ever, following right in the starched shirt-prints of his old man back in Connecticut. She wondered if he'd blush if he knew she had been talking to him on the phone wearing only a pair of high heels-and nothing else.
Brenda rose and walked over to the mirror to survey her tall, slim, full-breasted and totally naked body. Her parents had always wanted their pretty blonde child to enter show business, but this contest wasn't, in truth, what they had in mind. Right now they were probably turning in their premature graves at what she was doing.
She made a face at herself. "It's undignified," she told her image in falsetto, "to get yourself fucked in the ass, baby."
That made her laugh again, realizing that that was what the contest was all about. The girl with the nicest ass, the one who wiggled it more than the others, the one who put out the best-that was the one who would win the competition.
On impulse she turned her back to the mirror, spread her legs and bent over, peering back at her reflected image. Her legs looked very good in the high heels from this position, but none of the judges would take notice of that. It was her nicely rounded ass they were interested in.
"This, Brenda Stevens of Connecticut," she told herself, "is an undignified position for a respectable girl to get into."
She thought of an even more undignified one. Reaching behind her, she spread the cheeks of her ass so her anus was visible. Funny, Brenda mused, the way some men went for that hole instead of the one nature had intended. If any of the judges were in the same room with her now, he'd be going out of his mind at the sight.
Brenda had had intercourse only a few times and it had always been with the man's penis inserted in her vagina. But if she had any hopes of winning this contest-or even being remotely in the running-she knew she'd have to change that status. Her virginal asshole would have to be reamed out by each one of the judges at least once. Not that she minded. Having anal intercourse seemed somehow more wicked than doing it the regular way and the notion of a new sexual experience excited her. Maybe later she would marry Reed Smythe-don't forget that 'y' in the middle and the 'e' at the end-and settle down to dull domesticity. But she really wasn't in the mood for it just then.
Thoughts of Reed prompted her to get dressed. He'd be waiting at the restaurant for her, ready to give her another lecture and insist she return with him to Connecticut, where he was in law practice with his father.
Well, screw Connecticut, she thought. And screw young Mr. Reed Smythe, too.
Not that that would be easy-it was all she could do to make him kiss her on the lips. And when his hand accidentally fell on her breast, he was very embarrassed, drew his hand away instantly and apologized profusely.
Why she actually put up with him was a question Brenda often asked herself. Because her parents had wished it, for one thing, ever since the two of them were children. Because her family background demanded such a union, for another. And because she was tall, cool, chic and stately-and gave the appearance of the wife of a successful lawyer at cocktail parties.
She took a cab to the restaurant and found Reed pacing back and forth outside, glancing nervously at his watch.
"About time you got here," he told her, pecking her on the cheek.
Inside the darkened restaurant, as they sipped martinis, she wondered how he might react if she were to put her hand on the front of his pants under the table. The thought made her giggle.
"It's not funny, Brenda," he said with a frown. "What am I going to say to my friends if they find out you're showing off your body in a-a Miss Derriere contest, for pete's sake!"
"Tell them," she suggested, "that I've got a nice ass and you think I've got a good chance of winning."
He glanced around nervously. "Brenda, please."
"You know," she went on thoughtfully, "I'll bet you don't even know what kind of an ass I've got. No, really. You've never seen it. In fact, for all you know, I could be solid from the crotch up!"
"Brenda-"
On impulse, she reached under the table and gripped his penis through the cloth of his pants, saying, "Let's go to a motel-now!-and have intercourse."
"Brenda, really! People are watching!" He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to pry her hand loose.
She laughed and took her hand away. "Maybe you don't like girls," she suggested, sipping her drink. "Maybe you're a fairy."
"Brenda-"
"That's my name, all right. You say you love me, but you don't want to be intimate."
"That's not true. I have-uh-wet dreams-about you at night." He seemed embarrassed by the confession. "But I want to wait until we're married."
"What for? So we can find out then we're not physically compatible. Let's try it now and make sure." She put down her drink and said steadily, "I want you to take me to a motel and make love to me, Reed. Now. Or else our engagement is off."
He grunted. "All right. If you want to behave like a slut, I'll do it."
She stared at him, not believing his words at first. It was more than she had expected. Maybe once she got him in bed with her, she hoped, he'd turn out to be a tiger-not stuffy at all but full of life.
They left the restaurant without ordering any food and drove to a nearby motel. Reed was nervous while registering, nervous as he fumbled the key in the door, nervous when they were inside, with the door locked behind them.
She moved sensuously toward him, put her arms around his neck arid kissed him on the mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest, her loins against his groin.
"Brenda-"
It seemed to be his favorite word of protest. She said, "Sh! We can talk later. Now's the time for action."
She took his hand and placed it over her breast. He squeezed it half-heartedly for a moment, then buried his face in her neck and kissed her hard. Her hand moved down to his crotch and rubbed the bulge there. At first he recoiled in surprise, then submitted to her caress with growing passion.
"All right," he said in a hoarse voice. "Let's do it."
"Do what?" she asked him.
"Do what you said," he explained. "You know, have intercourse."
There was something sad about it all. Why couldn't he use any of the words men used to describe the sex act. Fuck, for example. Or screw, for another. Or, let me shove my cock up your cunt, baby!
But, of course, that wouldn't be dignified!
Screw dignity, she thought.
"Would you like me to undress you?" she asked him.
He hesitated. "No," he said finally.
She shrugged. "Then suppose you help me take off my clothes."
He wet his lips and bent to the task. He fumbled the buttons of her blouse from their holes, his fingers clumsy. He obviously had not had many girls in his day, but she was pleased that the closer he got to her rapidly exposed body, the more excited he seemed to become. That was a good sign and a step in the right direction. He pulled the blouse from the waist of her skirt and reached under her arms to unsnap her bra. When the bra came loose, he palmed her breasts with growing enthusiasm.
"They're beautiful, Brenda, just beautiful," he said.
She thrust them forward. "Kiss them for me."
He took one breast in his hand and bent to kiss the nipple. The touch of his lips on her flesh made tingles go up and down her spine. It seemed like such a long time since she'd had a man. It was pleasant to know that her alleged fiance did go for some things sexual. Perhaps when they were married she'd be able to teach him more of the facts of life, get him to relax more around her so they could both enjoy themselves and each other's body.
She moaned, "Oh, your lips feel so good, Reed. I can hardly wait for the rest of you."
She moved back, quickly unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it. The panties followed an instant later. Naked, she stretched out on the motel bed and opened her arms and legs to him.
For a moment he merely stared at her, moving his gaze over her breasts, her open thighs, her crotch. Then he awakened from his trance and began pulling off his own clothing.
"We-we really shouldn't be doing this, Brenda."
"Tell me about it later," she begged.
He lay on the bed beside her, pulled her close, kissing her on the lips. His hands moved over her breasts, rubbing the stiffening nipples with his palms. She snuggled in close and put his hands on her back, where they roamed over her smooth rounded buttocks. She felt his stiff penis probing her wispy blonde pubic hair and she began to experience a hot, wet, throbbing sensation between her legs. Taking one of his hands, she drew it down to her crotch, where he hesitated a moment, then crooked his finger to snake it through the damp tangle of hair into the opening between her legs.
She moaned, closed her legs about his hand and worked her crotch against him. She shuddered as a spasm of pleasure shook her. Impulsively, she pulled him on top of her with her legs spread wide once more, reached down to insert his erect penis into her vagina.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
His tone of voice annoyed her. "I'm trying to help you."
"I can do it myself," he said gruffly.
"Then do it," she demanded.
He hovered over her, spreading her vaginal lips with his fingers, easing the tip of his penis against the opening. He kept pushing it against her and missing and she was afraid he'd lose his erection. She wanted desperately to reach down and stroke his flesh to keep it stiff, but she knew better than that. Finally, he got the knob of it in, then slid the rest of it all the way. She breathed a sigh of relief.
As he moved his sex organ in and out of her, she clamped her legs around his back and felt her internal muscles grasp his penis tightly. She began rocking back and forth under his plunging body, matching his rhythm.
Suddenly he said, "Oh!" as his body stiffened against her.
"No," she cried, "not yet. Reed! Don't come!"
He gritted his teeth. "I-can't-help-it!"
He closed his eyes as his hands dug into her hips. His penis lurched inside her vagina and a stream of semen spurted into her.
Gasping he collapsed on top of her and after a moment, rolled off. Brenda closed her eyes to fight back the tears of frustration welling there. Her entire body ached from the experience.
"That was very exciting," he said, after a while. "I really enjoyed it, Brenda." He hesitated before asking, "How about you?"
"I didn't come," she said dismally.
"A lot of girls never do, from what I hear and read," he said.
"I do," she told him, "and I want to now."
"But how-"
"Use your finger. No, better still-your tongue."
He seemed shocked by her suggestion. "I can't do that!"
She smiled a sad, humorless smile. "I know. It's not dignified. Tell me, Reed, suppose I wanted you to fuck me in the ass, would you do it?"
"Really, Brenda, this kind of language-"
She got up from the bed and quickly pulled on her clothes.
"Can you wait until I take a shower?" he asked her. "I feel all sweaty."
"And dirty, too, I'll bet," she said wryly. "Take your time, Reed. I'll catch a cab back so I won't put you to any trouble." She stormed to the door, opened it, paused. "Oh yes, one more thing-a little suggestion to improve your sex life in the future-"
He stared at her.
"Go screw yourself!" she almost screamed and slammed the door.