Chapter 5
I couldn't wait to see Nancy again. I checked on her class schedule in the Administration office. I said her relatives were on campus and wanted to know where she was. The old bat who worked in the administration office eyed me as if she doubted me. "A lot of people ask about that girl," she said suspiciously. "She must have a lot of relatives who want to see her. I hope she enjoys all her relations."
"Oh," I said quickly, "Nancy always enjoys her relations. I can vouch for that."
"I'll just bet you can," she added tartly, handing me her class schedule card. I quickly made a copy of it, thanked the nosey old one and got out of there. About now Nancy would be getting out of her Sex Education Course. I should take that course with her. Maybe we could teach the class together-on a bed naked.
Then I caught sight of Nancy. She was just leaving her class. Her huge eye glasses almost disguised her. But the shape-I'd recognize that shape anywhere. I ran over to her.
"Oh, hi, Bill," she said quietly. "How are you today?"
"Fine, now that I've found you again."
"That's a good line," she giggled. "I'm sorry but I've got to dash back to the dorm. I'm meeting someone."
"Bev?" I asked sternly.
She almost flipped her wig, dropped her uppers and let her shades fall. "Why do you say her name? Do you have E S P or something?"
"If ESP means Extra Special Prick-yes, that's what I've got," I laughed.
She laughed too. "You're a riot," she said throwing her head back and laughing. "Bev would adore your sense of humor-"
"She would?" I asked, surprised.
"For about two seconds," Nancy laughed. "You see Bev is a very close gal-friend. I hope you understand."
"Like Lez close?" I asked.
"You are awfully blunt," Nancy said sternly, "I don't look on sex as anything you can put in pigeon holes and place names above it. I fall for the person-not the sex. I'm a bi-sexual."
"Is that what they teach you in your Sex Ed. class?" I asked her angrily. "Are they trying to turn all you nice screws into twisted sex monsters?"
"I resent that," Nancy gasped. "Are you a latent homo or something and too frustrated to admit it? I'm a swinger-and that boils down to bi. Bi means AC/DC-two way fucks. I dig men. I dig women. And I've got the guts to fuck anybody I want to. So, don't you ever call me Lez again, see? A Lez only fucks with women and you know damned well I don't confine my fucks to chicks, do I?"
"I'm sorry, Nancy," I said. "I'm awfully sorry I called you a Lez."
"Oh, I forgive you," Nancy said quietly. "It's just that I'm being honest to what I feel. I like to screw and I see no reason to confine it to one sex or the other. So I dig Bev and she digs me. This isn't anything to get all shook up about, is it?"
"No," I told her, "No, I guess not. It's just that my balls got to itching for you, and I couldn't stand the thought of you screwing with anybody but me."
"Ahhhhhh," Nancy smiled her angelic smile, "That was what I thought. You were jealous of me, weren't you?"
"Jealous as hell," I admitted bluntly.
"Well, it's this jealousy, this possessiveness that must be taken out of sex, our teacher was telling us in the lecture today, and honest to God that's the truth. When people feel they own another person body or soul it does awful things to both of them. I don't own you, you don't own me and Bev doesn't own me and I don't own her. If any of us decide to have sex together, beautiful. We adore it together, but we must never think we have the only sex organs on earth that will fit together."
"But how would society hang together?" I asked her.
"Hang together?" she asked as if my question didn't even make sense.
"Well, I mean-man, wife, kiddies-you know the home. What would happen if lots of people felt as you feel?"
"I think this would be a better world if only those people whom scientists feel could propogate and improve the species did so. It'll have to come to that if the human species is ever going to advance."
"So you think sex and family and society are all different than most people think of them?"
She turned and looked at me steadily, her blue eyes ever so serious. "It is healthy for people to have sexual release. Everybody needs this release quite often. To limit this to a family situation or all kinds of moral code restrictions is impossible. But the thing that is possible is to check the childbirth. We can do without all those kids that come along. We could improve the minds and bodies of unborn babies if we weren't so egotistical. So, I find healthy sexual release at the Saturday night orgies. We need to keep clean. We must never hurt or force anybody to attend that is offended by this kind of sex play. But I find it satisfying and quite healthy. I'll see you again at the orgy on Saturday night."
"Okay, doll," I told her. "I'll give some thought to all you've told me. But you've got to admit you aren't the conventional girl. No, not by a long shot."
"Have I disappointed you?" Nancy asked me quietly.
"A little," I told her flatly. "I just had you figured for a gal I could really dig like permanent."
"I'm sorry," Nancy said, "but I'm not that kind of gal-maybe someday-but not now. I want my freedom to play the field just like you men like your freedom. When I see a guy whose body appeals to me and I want to make it with him-I'll make it. I'll use the pill, try to find guys I can count on for being clean and enjoy sex every way I know how."
"You've come a long way, baby-just like the ad says."
"Yes, women have. We got the right to vote, the right to be equal politically-but it took until the 1960's till we got sexual equality. Sexual freedom is a precious thing to me. I enjoy being able to pick and choose the pricks I like, just as much as you horny guys have dug, picking out the babes you want to ball."
And then I saw a luscious redhead with jutting boobs and slim long legs walking over to us. "Where have you been?" the girl demanded of Nancy. "Oh, I'm sorry, Bev. I've been talking to Bill. Bill, meet Bev." Bev took her time speaking. Finally, she said, "Glad to meet you Bill, but Nancy and I have an appointment. I nodded, understanding, "I don't want to keep you gals waiting."