Chapter 8
AN AWAKENED WANTON....
Okay, Miss smart ass, Elaine told herself, Carl has done the wise thing and taken a few days off to work out the knots in his mind. What are you going to do about yours?
It was a legitimate question, but hardly the cosmopolitan concept of what an attractive young career woman does on Friday evening when other people are out on the town living it up.
Wednesday evening, she and Carl chatted, dined and drank, she told herself he would take her home, come in with her and they would make love. At the time, it had been a beautiful thought and she could feel the thrill of it deep inside herself.
It was a thought she had entertained before, but never as strongly as that time. What bothered her was that men didn't usually attract her that much. From time to time, she would accept a date with one of five or six men she knew, enjoy an evening on the town, then go back to her apartment and make love.
All were married, none were interested in breaking up the family arrangement, but all needed the once in a while thing of a fun evening. Because she wanted nothing more than that for the time being, it had always been enough.
That was changing now. She hadn't taken one of those date offers in more than a month.
More and more, Carl's friendship was filling the void that her friends had filled with some degree of satisfaction. Was it the right thing though?
For a while last Wednesday night, it seemed to be. In spite of all the brave things she had said a-bout not wanting to make big personal decisions for a few years yet, she was forced that if she wasn't already in love with him, she was ready to be.
But was he? He had just gotten out of a bad marriage that had left a lot of bruises on him. Perhaps he wouldn't want to try again.
She had heard enough about his reputation to know that he had all the women he wanted and that wasn't hard to understand. Not only was he a good looking man, but he had everything else that went with it.
He was strong, yet sensitive, dressed well, was more intelligent than any other man she knew, laughed easily and was, in general, every intelligent woman's idea of perfect. She wasn't surprised that so many women were ready to lay it out for him. Not only would she, if given the chance, she found herself wanting the opportunity to say yes, with or without words.
It was another hurdle in her life, not the biggest perhaps, but a hurdle anyway.
She remembered the first one easily. She had been seventeen then and a virgin who thought books and music offered more than any fumbling boy could. There were all the dates and necking sessions, but it never went beyond that because she wouldn't permit it.
Other girls told her of the joys of going all the way with a man, but she wasn't having any. There was an air of desperation while they boasted and Elaine got the distinct impression that they felt they were being used.
The thought of finding sexual satisfaction with another woman hadn't occurred to her. When it did, it all happened so fast that there wasn't time to think.
Elizabeth was an English girl two years older and a million years wiser in sexual matters. She was more mature than the other girls she knew though, so they just happened on each other as a mutual defence against the stupidity of their peers.
They talked music and books and philosophy and politics and felt very worldly wise. Elizabeth's parents went away for a few days and Elaine was delighted to stay with her.
It happened the first night of their stay. At Elizabeth's suggestion, they bathed, put on frilly little nighties and went back to the rec room to play records and chat.
Almost at once, the conversation turned from music to sex. Elaine was normal enough to find it exciting. Besides, Elizabeth seemed so knowing and the things she said were so exciting.
She talked about George Sand and life in Paris and a lot of other things that painted a whole new concept of what life was all about.
Elaine was stunned when she realized that they had both taken off their nighties and were discussing the beauty of the female form and the stupidity of people in considering nudity a sinful or dirty thing.
The hand felt good on her breast as it rubbed, patted and pinched the nipple just enough to make it grow without hurting.
It seemed only logical that she should do the same thing for her friend. She did. The touch of a silken breast under her fingers felt good, so good that she raised both hands and cupped the two breasts. Elizabeth's were just a shade larger than her own and felt frighteningly good.
The conversation moved around to kisses and how the young men they knew were so inept in that department. A few minutes later, they were experimenting to prove that two women could kiss with more sensitivity than a woman and a man ever could.
After that, things happened so fast that Elaine lost track of details.
There was a vague recollection of each playing between the parted thighs of the other and it felt so good.
Before very long, they were lying on the thick rug in an inverted embrace. Her mouth was buried deep between Elizabeth's thighs drinking the warm femininity of her. At the same time, she felt the greedy mouth at her, felt the darting tongue probing deeply into her where no male had ever been.
The climax she experienced that night was a thing without compare. After that, they talked for a while before going to bed still naked. It seemed only natural that they should do it again, so they did and it was great this time too.
For the rest of their stay together, they played all the wild games that Elizabeth could teach her and she proved to be a willing student.
Back home after her friend's parents returned, Elaine had time to think about things. There was a name for women who did that sort of thing, she knew, and the name was lesbian. It was a dirty word.
She had laid a long time that night thinking about it before deciding that as nice as it was, she didn't want to make it a permanent thing.
Breaking off with Elizabeth was tough, as she knew it would be, but she managed it. After that, the most logical thing seemed to be to find the right young man to teach her what normal sexual relations were all about.
Some instinct told her she wasn't ready for that yet though, so she threw herself into her hobbies and tried to forget about it.
Her determination lasted until she was nineteen and her body told her it was tired of waiting. The magnificent feeling Elizabeth had triggered in her was still strong in her mind and growing stronger.
The young man sho chose was a political science major at the university and seemed a little more sensitive than most of the other males who considered football and sex the only important things in the world.
Elaine took him walking that evening and they didn't stop walking and talking until dark. Because Elaine had planned it that way, they were in a section of park that offered all the privacy they needed.
She kissed him and encouraged him to become bolder in his approach. When it seemed he wasn't going to get bold enough, Elaine told him why she had taken him to the park that night and asked him to relieve her of her virginity.
The boy sweated and trembled and Elaine knew it was going to be a failure.
Nervously, he stammered an explaination that he had never done it before and didn't think it would be a good idea in view of their inexperience. To Elaine, it seemed like a simple enough thing, but she sensed the futility of urging on a reluctant boy.
He went on to admit that he had never even seen a female body and begged her to let him see hers. There didn't seem to be any reason for denying him so simple a request, so she stood and held her skirt up. His eyes shone with delight and she was glad she had agreed to his plea.
When she told him so, he took her panties down and helped her step out of them. Lying on the cool grass, she parted her thighs wide and invited him to examine her.
Elaine, determined now to get something out of the evening, told him about the joys of cunnilungus. There was no reluctance about him as she guided his face into the warmth between her thighs.
In the beginning, he was nervous, but soon she felt his mouth devouring her and his tongue licking deep into her.
She scared him a little when her climax came and she heaved and cried out, but he got over it. Wondering whether he may have changed his mind by then, she reached for the front of his pants and found nothing there to do the job.
Apologizing, he stammered an explanation of how it had happened while he was kissing between her thighs. She didn't know whether it had been a spontaneous thing or whether he had done it with his hand. At any rate, it didn't matter. She put her panties back on and he took her home.
More determined than ever, Elaine took the bold step of discussing her problem with the reasonably good looking political science professor.
As if he had been through it all before, he spent five minutes explaining to her how his career would be destroyed if he were caught having intercourse with a student, then told her where and when he would meet her that night.
He took her to a motel and became a patient, ardent lover. As he undressed her, he fondled and kissed her body. He told her how beautiful and exciting she was. She saw his mouth close over a bared breast and a sweet shudder rippled through her whole body.
His kiss was ever more exciting when he applied it to the warmth of her body between her trembling thighs. Before removing her panties, he had stripped naked and now she saw his strong body, proud and obviously ready for her.
He uncapped a jar of Valeline and she watched him rub it thoroughly over the head that would force its way into her body. Scooping out more of it, he brought it between her thighs. She felt gentle hands parting the lips and rubbing there.
Instinct told her how to hold her thighs apart so that he could settle his body between them. He did it and she cried out a little as she felt the strength of him pressing her still virginal warmth.
He pushed ahead with slow jabs and she felt him coming into her body. The pain she had heard about was there, but it was a vague thing, less important than the wonderful feeling of having a strong man rubbing deep in her body.
Through most of it, his mouth clung to hers and his kisses were things of splendor. He kept moving slowly and his efforts were rewarded when Elaine tensed for a climax which rocked her lovely young body. His mouth held hers all the way through it.
He climaxed then and she felt the liquid fire fill her while being. Later, they talked, sitting naked on the bed-Before leaving, he made love to her a-gain and it was even better the second time.
They said good night at her residence door and she never saw him again except in class. A friendly warmth remained between them through the rest of her time in college though.
Elaine never became promiscuous, but from time to time, she would allow some man to make love to her if she liked him. She learned that older men were a much better bet than young ones who tended to lack understanding of a woman's needs.
After graduation, she got her first newspaper job and became more interested in her work than in men. When she was twenty-two, there was a big love affair that promised to be the real thing.
Tony had culture and class and was very good in bed. It wasn't until Elaine wanted to talk about future plans that he mentioned the fact of a wife and a couple of kids in the suburbs. That ended that and she was more careful in the future.
An old career woman shocked her once by pointing out the advantage of dalliance with married rather than single men. Elaine was shocked at first, but soon came to understad that the woman was right.
A married man out for a night on the town would go out of his way to make it good for the woman, and wouldn't be in any position to boast of his exploits later.
She learned that there are a lot of married men available on that basis, many more than she was interested in.
And now, at the ripe old age of twenty-six, her neat and orderly life was undergoing a change. No matter how she tried to bluff herself, Elaine knew she wanted Carl Jordan as more than just a friend. The point that bothered her though, was whether Carl wanted her in the same way.
Sitting alone in her apartment, she knew that Carl was sitting somewhere a couple of hundred miles away at that moment. She wondered whether his thoughts were in the same direction as hers and hoped he would come back with decisions that would involve the two of them.
When the thought process slid all the way down from her brain to the warm hunger between her thighs, Elaine hurried across the room to pour a drink.
The urge to let her hand move to the area of need and strive to fill it that way just didn't appeal to her.
Either Carl Jordan gets on the ball and comes after me, she thought, or some erring husband is going to grab a bonus that will leave this knees weak.
It took more time than she liked, but Elaine slipped into sleep eventually and her mind rested.