Chapter 13

MY HEART POUNDED, AND I FELT MYSELF LOSING CONTROL....

A half hour later, I found myself standing on Judy's porch, banging on the front door. After awhile a light came on and Judy appeared in her nightgown and robe.

When she saw me, she was startled. "Archer, what is it?"

"Judy, come with me," I said with great urgency. "Right now, over to the shack. I've got to talk to you."

"What's wrong?" she inquired with concern.

I started laughing merrily. "Wrong? Nothing's wrong, my darling. Everything is wonderful. Please come talk to me."

"Now?" she questioned. "Archer, it's late! I'm not dressed."

"Trust me, Judy ... just across the road."

Judy hesitated, looked back to check her mother's bedroom door, then stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind her. I took her hand in mine and we raced across the road to my shack. Once we were inside, I placed my hands on Judy's shoulders, backed her up to a chair and made her sit. Once I had her as a captive audience, I explained the transition that had taken place within me.

"Judy, my lovely one, I'm a reformed man," I announced to her. "Honestly!" I told her about the party at Odell's and how I had resisted the advances made by Angela and Estelle. "Judy, do you realize what that means? I turned my back on two very attractive women whom I ordinarily would not have been able to resist. All I could think of was being with you. Your love has cured me, Judy," I concluded. "I'm not a sex maniac any more."

Judy smiled, then giggled. "Oh Archer, darling, you're a man. I doubt that you'll ever cease to be attracted to women, but maybe ... just maybe, you are learning to control it.

"I am, my own dear Judy. I am," I insisted. "And it's all because of you." I got down on my knees before her, took her hand in mind. "Now please say you'll marry me and put me out of my misery," I said pleadingly.

Judy gazed at me longingly, her eyes glowing. "If you're sure, Archer, you want me ... only me, I'd be very happy to become your wife."

I grabbed her and hugged her to my chest, then smothered her with passionate kisses. My heart began to leap and pound, and I felt myself losing control. I seized Judy and crushed her in my arms, pressing her lips to mine. She started to gasp hoarsely before I realized that I was squeezing the life and breath out of the poor girl.

She forced a smile. "Don't kill me with love, before you marry me," she joked, then returned my kiss.

Our tongues writhed and tangled and explored soft, warm wetness. My old libido started to surge and my temperature rose as I clung to her soft, delectable body, rubbing my rockhard maleness against her delicate femininity. My hands stroked her delightfully curved buttocks, and my fingers began to walk upwards on her robe and nightgown until I felt the flesh of her thighs.

This time Judy did not resist me. She would not make me wait any longer. She would not torment me.

"Oh, my darling," she whispered desperately. "If you knew how I've wanted to let you make love to me. It has been just as difficult for me to restrain myself as it has been to control you."

I groaned in ecstasy, and drew my arms tighter around her small frame. We both began to lose control now. I felt Judy's hand wander down my hip and over to my crotch, her fingers fumbling, groping, exploring, and once she found what she was looking for, squeezing it in desperation.

Then there was a determined knock at the door.

Judy and I sprang apart quickly and exchanged puzzled glances. I waited a few moments while Judy adjusted her robe and my wild surging passion subsided. I lit a cigarette with a nervous trembling hand before I finally went to the door and opened it.

Estelle paused in the doorway, looking from me to Judy standing motionless in the center of the room. Estelle had thrown a light sport coat over her black beaded cocktail dress. Her eyes were red from crying and her hair was slightly disheveled. Without waiting to be asked, she brushed past me and into the room.

I know why she was there. She wanted revenge. And the only way to get it was through Judy.

"I'm glad you're here," she said to Judy. Turning back to me, Estelle asked, "Is this the girl?"

"Yes," I said. "We're going to be married." Then I closed the door, fearing a showdown, and crossed in to Estelle. "Please," I begged, "don't make a scene."

"No scene, Archer," she said calmly, apparently in complete control of her self now. "But I do think this poor girl should be told about you. She should be warned, so she knows what she's letting herself in for."

"I know all about Archer," Judy ventured. "He's told me everything ... and I know exactly what I'm letting myself in for, Mrs. Brown. I love him and he loves me. I think that's enough for a good marriage."

Estelle laughed. "It would be, if you were marrying a normal man. But you're not! Archer is sexually abnormal. Ask my husband, who's known him since he was a boy. He'll tell you, about this man."

"There's nothing you can say about Archer," Judy insisted, "that will shock me."

"All right, then," Estelle said forcefully. "Let me tell you what he did to me?"

"I know, Mrs. Brown. Archer has told me."

This momentarily stopped her. She hadn't expected me to tell Judy about our relationship. "Did he tell you how he looked at me with those penetrating eyes, that sensuous smile ... right under my husband's nose ... how he gave me the impression that if I did not give myself to him, he would destroy himself? He gives that impression to every woman, dear girl ... young or old. He makes each woman think she is the most wonderful creature in the world and that he cannot exist without her ... as I'm sure he has done to you. He will keep after you, until you give in to him. He'll expose himself to you, torment you, drive you up the walls. But he'll never marry you. He can't. No one woman can ever satisfy him. I was foolish enough to think I was different. I was willing to give up my home, and my children, if necessary, for his love. Now that I've been had, now that his appetite for me has been satisfied, he goes on to another dish. So I warn you, if you give yourself to this ... this satyr ... just once, he'll never marry you. That's all I have to say."

Estelle turned on her heels and marched out the door slamming it shut.

Judy and I stood silently staring at each other for what seemed like an enternity. I knew Judy was hurt. All the things Estelle had said were true, and although Judy knew everything before, it was a stinging blow to have the ugly facts thrown in her face by one of my past victims.

Eventually Judy spoke. "I'm glad she said what she did, Archer. She made me realize something very important." Judy's voice was low and trembling. "I've been wrong to deny you until we were married. You must make love to me now ... tonight." She started to remove her robe, and once she had slipped out her arms, she allowed the robe to drop to the floor.

"Judy, don't be crazy. I love you and respect you. I'm willing to wait."

Yes, darling, you're willing to wait, but then I'd never know if you really loved me."

My head was clouded and confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't you see, Archer dear ... if we wait until after we're married, I'll never know if you only married me for sexual reasons. I would always have my doubts. But if I give myself to you now ... before marriage ... and you still wish to marry me, I'll know that you love me ... and not just my body."

Slowly she undid the ties on her nightgown and let it slip over her hips and drop at her feet. She stood before me, beautifully naked and unashamed, determined to put our love to the test.

Looking at her, I was ready to blow my mind. I could feel myself going tense and rigid, my muscles becoming paralyzed. Her body was pure fantasy and magic. I stared at it in dumb astonishment. There she was standing before me, offering herself to me. All I had to do was reach out and take it.

I felt my face growing hot. My eyes began to water, my arms and legs began to tremble. I longed to place my lips over the exquisite pink buds that were her nipples and devour them.

"Come, Archer, dear," she said, holding out her hand to me. "Take me."

I couldn't move. It was as if my feet were encased in cement. I just stood there in an agony of ecstasy, drinking in her beauty.

Then slowly, deftly, Judy started to advance toward me, until I could feel her sweet, hot breath upon my face. I was wound up like a clock, my alarm ready to go off.

She crushed her body against mine, lifted her lips to mine. Our tongues stabbed each other's mouths for an eternity of time. Judy reached down and began to undo my trousers, first loosening my belt, then unzipping my fly. My trousers fell to my feet. Following this, I felt her delicate little hands upon my hips, pulling at my shorts, tugging them down.

Once this was done, I was able to move for myself. Quickly, I whipped off my shirt, while Judy's fingers enveloped my throbbing joint, making it so unbelievably hard it became painful.

My hands reached under her arms and lifted her small body off the floor, pulling her into me, slowly but surely. As I broke through the tissue of her virginity, she screamed out in pain, then fell silent. Her arms were locked about my neck, her face nestled in my shoulder, our bodies glued together in a single unit. She was now hanging from my rigid flesh like meat on a rack.

I backed her up against the wall and forced myself against her. Her tiny body was wedged between the wall and my flesh. There was very little give, if any.

Kneading one of her fabulous breasts, I devoured her mouth and sucked at her feverish tongue.

Our mouths became flooded with lust.

My hand left her breast and glided slowly down her curvaceous hip to the flat plains of her stomach. Judy moaned and shivered. She pulled her lips away from mine and began to pant hoarsely.

"Oh, Archer ... I don't think I can stand any more. Oh, God ... you're too wonderful." She tightened her arms around me and I lurched harder against her small body. She uttered a cry of joy.

I reached behind her and grabbed her lovely soft buttocks, lifting her higher onto my ramming hook. She was crushed against the wall as I continued to pound myself against her abdomen.

In the white-hot frenzy of our united passion, I battered her delicate body into the wall. The old shack shuddered and a picture on the wall crashed to the floor. And still I pummeled her divine pneumatic flesh, sweat dripping from my face.

Judy cried out several times, her tiny body squirming and jerking.

I hammered away at her until we exploded together and were carried off to Paradise.

A short time afterwards, as we lay on the floor catching our breaths, recovering from a thousand shocks of ecstasy, Judy said softly, "Now tell me you want me to marry you."

"Judy, my dearest," I sighed, "will you spend the rest of your life with me?" I enveloped her in my arms and began kissing her all over her body.