Chapter 4
The entire occurrence at the "Little Sister's Club" marked a turning point in Claudia's life. It filled her with a profound loathing and disgust for lesbianism in any of its revolting phases. For several days afterward she could not bear Billy's proximity; she pleaded illness and slept on the couch. Secretly she thought this mood would pass, that it was only a temporary feeling engendered by what her eyes had beheld that eventful evening. In her sleep at night it seemed to her that she was surrounded by the hot lascivious eyes of the panting tribades, that she yet stood in the all-revealing white glare of the spotlight, naked before a room filled with strangers. And what for? So Billy could parade her conquest before envious friends. It was shameful!
For days she shrank under her companion's touch. This state of affairs could not continue long.
"What's the matter?" Billy asked her. "You act like you were afraid of me. Have I become poison to you?"
Poor Claudia was too ashamed and frightened to confess the reason for her sudden apathy. The crisis came that night when Billy attempted to win her over again by making violent love. Claudia fluttered in her arms like a frightened pigeon, her heart pumping against her breast. Her very terror seemed to inflame her seducer, who that night took the frightened girl against her will. Billy slaked her sexual thirst and left the girl alone to brood over what had befallen her.
To Claudia it seemed that she had been defiled, raped and besmirched. This, she thought, was the end. She never wanted to see or hear of Billy or any other lesbian again.
The next morning, when Billy had gone, Claudia packed her things together and took a taxi to the far North Side. She found a room on Sheridan road in the "roaring forties," and the hateful memory of Billy was dulled by the healing passage of time.
Claudia was happy in her new surroundings. A great deal of youthful activity bubbled about her. She seemed far removed from the alternately luxurious and squalid life that is so typical of the "Gold Coast." In this upper-middle-class haven she felt more integrated and secure. She still had a little money left, for Billy had paid her expenses during their association, and she resolved to take things as they came until her money was gone.
A week or so of this quiet life and she was on the lookout for some adventure. The rooming house she lived in was quiet so there was nothing doing in that direction. Since she lived within a short distance of a famous North Side ballroom, Claudia decided to spend an evening or two there. She had often heard its famous orchestra over the air in her home town, and now that the opportunity afforded itself, she decided to go see the band in the "flesh."
The handsome ballroom was a revelation to her: tremendous in size, dazzlingly lighted, the gigantic ceiling resembling the blue vault of heaven studded with electrically twinkling stars, the suave, pulsating strains of music-it was to this girl an enchanted fairyland. And the crowd! She backed up against a pillar so she could take in the new and dazzling life which was swirling about her. The young men seemed to her remarkably well-dressed and well-mannered. As for the girls, they possessed, in her belief, poise and beauty. A desire grew in her to become part of this display. After all she too was young and it was very pleasant to be young in a gathering place of youth. They all seemed to be having so much fun. All around her men were asking for dances and she wondered if anyone would ask her. She could have saved herself the worry. A nice-looking youth with a pleasant smile approached her.
"May I have the next dance?" he asked eagerly. And, as she hesitated, he said, "Please."
She nodded and in a moment they were out on the floor drifting smoothly along with the lilt of the waltz. Claudia gave herself up entirely to the music. It was nice to be held so close in masculine arms once more, to sniff eagerly at the faint odors of shaving lotion and tobacco. When the dance ended he thanked her and walked off. The pleasant casuality of it all pleased her immensely. She wandered about haphazardly, conscious of the fact she was the object of considerable speculation on the part of the young men, and it was soothing to her girlish vanity to know that they found her desirable. She felt more at ease in her new-found environment and was enjoying the experience with each succeeding moment.
Dance after dance. Tall men and shorter men, dark and light, talkative and quiet; Claudia loved it all. She felt incredibly young again as she watched the youths eyeing her and trying to screw up enough courage to ask her to dance. It restored her sense of feminine balance which she had come so perilously close to losing. She shuddered involuntarily and threw herself into the spirit of the evening with a desperate zest as though to make up for the disturbing experiences she had undergone. She wanted to recapture the womanliness she had throttled within her the past few months.
That night Claudia went home unescorted, not for lack of cavaliers, but because she wanted to hug the sweet memories of the evening close to her heart. There would be other nights, many of them.
One night, life again sought Claudia out. It happened on a glittering Saturday night. The enormous ballroom was thronged with light-hearted couples. It was well toward the end of the evening that Claudia met Frank Hey-ward. From the moment she first laid eyes upon him she knew somehow that he was different. He seemed to possess all the things the others lacked. It was not merely that he was well over medium height, or that he had the tempered good looks of a burnished steel blade; it was not his calm assurance or his catlike walk. Rather, it was the combination of all those things that made up Frank Heyward.
She had refused to dance with another of the sleek young men who, for the most part, comprised the masculine element of the dance hall, To tell the truth Claudia was becoming bored by all these reverential and colorless dancing partners who drifted before her in an endless well-groomed parade. She felt Heyward's piercing gaze upon her and a current of electricity flowed between them. Claudia stood quietly waiting for him to approach her. She knew he would. He did. Without a word he held out his arms to the loveliest girl in the place and she drifted into them like a bird snuggling in its nest. They danced as one, as if they had been doing the same thing for countless ages. When the all too fleeting moments of the dance had ended he spoke for the first time.
"Let's go up on the balcony. Shall we ? "
Claudia nodded. They skipped up the stairs like happy children and found a shadowy, secluded nook from which point of vantage they could look down upon the milling throng. His face was stern and aloof in the darkness. When he talked he did not flood her with a horribly strained mixture of small talk which was the stock in trade of the other habitu‚s.
"You know," he said, "you're lovely." And he waited.
Claudia smiled. "There are dozens of girls down there who are far more beautiful."
He raised his level brows. "Perhaps," he said in a tone of utter disbelief, "but there is no one who shines out with that peculiar inner radiance which seems a vital part of you. You look-" he was pausing for a thought "-like ever-changing material."
"Like transparent velvet," Claudia suggested laughingly. "I'm sure you must be a yard goods salesman."
"Worse than that," Frank said. "I'm one of these desperate college boys. And speaking about selling yard goods, I'd like to put in an order for a good piece of you."
His tone thrilled the girl, but they were moving at too fast a clip to suit her. Claudia knew what it was all about now.
"I'll put your order on file to be filled at some future date," she said softly, her words sultry and fraught with meaning.
Heyward grasped her soft yielding little hand in his large powerful paw and the touch promised both something new and exciting.
That was the beginning of a whirling existence to Claudia. They left the dance hall and walked happily along into the balmy summer night down the little streets to where Frank had parked his smart roadster. They got in and were soon spinning along the broad ribbons of the North Shore, fanned by the cooling breeze coming in off the lake. The stars winked overhead and the entire setting was one for youth and love. On they rode through "No Man's Land" and picturesque suburbs. At last they stopped in a little grassy glen near the lake. They sat watching its smooth plane with the moon sending down a beam of mellow light which the dark mirror of the lake reflected in shattered pieces. Frank held Claudia close and drank in her fragrance, thrilled to her fleshy warmth. This girl did things to him. He was a college man, not old in years, but he had had women. Men who looked like Frank Hey-ward would never lack for women.
As for Claudia, she knew a deep sense of security. She felt that she would be able to handle him. She nestled closer to him and Hey-ward was a little at a loss as to what to make of the situation. Well, he thought, a kiss was always safe. He tilted her little chin and lightly pressed his lips to hers. It was a delightful comradely caress which both enjoyed. They stopped at that. Frank was happy to learn that the girl was not a prude. He was in no hurry with a girl who was so beautiful and charming as this one. He pictured future delights in store for the two of them. He would wine and dine this girl as he had no other. It would be mighty sweet to trail this lovely creature down the aisle of fine restaurants and nightclubs. She would be a credit to any man and an unimpeachable indication of good taste.
He made no further demands upon her that night but took her to a well-known barbecue stand where they had a bite. While there, he was saluted by numerous college friends, and their good-natured envy was like strong wine to him. Frank Heyward had been reared to be satisfied with nothing but the best.
He took Claudia home that night and left her after arranging a date for the following Wednesday night. They stayed in the hall teasing one another gently, as young people who are fond of one another will.
"Take good care of yourself for me, honey," he said as he took his leave.
"I'll take good care of myself for the both of us," she answered him and left him to ponder her words on the way home. Claudia had the invaluable knack for saying the right thing.
Wednesday afternoon Frank sent her flowers, which went a long way toward melting Claudia's heart. He arrived that evening resplendent in a dark blue suit, crisp linen, and his hair shining like a polished metal cap. Claudia was ready for him in all her glowing loveliness, her maroon velvet frock sheathing her shapely roseate body.
He drove out to the south side to the Grand Terrace Cafe where they dined and listened to the torrid music of Earl Hines. They sat entranced as his nimble fingers ran up and down the piano with dazzling rapidity. The man was like a mechanical device fastened to a piano stool. His whole body seemed to be thrown into those brown fingers which clawed at the keys. They had a few drinks and sat in the enveloping gloom watching the fast, diverting floor show. There was an air of danger hovering over the entire place. Liquid eyes and gleaming teeth. A black and tan fantasy come to pulsating life. Blue lips pressed to the flaring mouthpieces of wind instruments, blowing hot licks into the smoke-swirled room. Dancers swinging with unconscious and sensuous rhythm through terrific routines. Chanters, singers, and skat singers; blue-black as the ace of spades, brown as a Havana cigar, or creamy like a cup of Boston coffee, the performers shaded in variations. But it was all fast-very fast.
Now a beautiful mulatto was caressed in a spot of silvery light. Her body fairly slithered as she moved her hips with the grace of a birch tree in the wind. Now her hips were shooting in all directions in a sort of orgiastic climax and Claudia felt her own soft hips swing in sympathetic accord. Frank sat unmoved through it all. It was nothing but tinsel to him. His pleasure lay in contemplating the gorgeous creature who sat near him, who was drinking in the scene before her with avid eyes. Her eyes danced and evoked strange emotions in Heyward's chest. What a girl, he thought as Claudia leaned over and he was afforded a heavenly glimpse of two delicately tinted and rounded breasts nestled under the folds of her dress. His fingers twitched in anticipation. This was going to be something worth playing for. With Heyward, as with most normal men, the chase was a goodly part of the game.
They danced in that bluish haze which reeked with the stimulus of sexual desire; they had drinks which only inflamed that desire. Later they traveled back north where they stopped in a great tavern with a tremendous bar and a tiny four-piece orchestra. From one extreme to the other-but that made both more diverting. They had as much fun drinking Tom Collinses as they had had in the more elaborate south side club. The crude entertainment they viewed tickled them as much as the finer showmanship they had just left. They were having a great time as the alcohol fired their blood. Frank's usual reserve was rapidly vanishing and even Claudia was melting within and becoming more receptive to the inevitable amorous advances. Their laughter rang out with greater freedom and Frank's hands were dwelling on hitherto untouched places. Claudia yearned to be manhandled.
They left the hectic tavern unsteadily, for they were both carrying a good load, he under his belt and she beneath her girdle.
They climbed into his car.
"You know," he said, "I'm going to take little Claudia home. That's what I'm going to do. Home. Home. Home." It was all uttered in slightly drunken singsong.
"Home?" Claudia echoed.
"What's the matter?" he looked up sharply. He was not so drunk that he could not detect a note of disappointment in her voice. Frank was no fool. "Sure. I said we'll go to my home." Since Claudia said nothing, he drove to his parents' residence.
When at last they pulled up to the handsome building, Claudia expressed a fear that there might be someone home.
"They're miles away," Frank reassured her. "They've gone for the summer and we can have the house and each other for days and days."
It was a prospect which was not unpleasant to Claudia. She was prepared to give herself in the end and she was certain that in Frank Heyward she had found a fitting companion with whom to scale the stairs of sexual delight. Claudia was a realist and took what life had to offer.
After some fumbling with his keys Frank was able to unlock the door and they entered the large, beautifully furnished residence. They wobbled upstairs into a handsome bedroom. They threw themselves upon the bed fully clothed and promptly fell asleep in each other's arms.
The sun awakened Claudia the following morning as it streamed warmly through the windows. She stared about her for a moment before she was able to piece things together. When the full significance of everything dawned upon her and she understood they had slept together the entire night without having made any sexual overtures, she threw her head back and sent peals of delighted laughter ringing through the empty house. Frank was coming around now, rubbing his eyes uncertainly.
"What the . . . " he started as he saw the laughing girl now sitting up in bed. He looked at his clothed body and it all came back to him.
He laughed with her, albeit a bit ruefully, when he realized that he had been so close to the promised land.
"I'm off the stuff for life," he said to her with great emphasis. "It interferes with my pleasure."
"What makes you so sure you would have had any pleasure?" she teased.
Her fresh seductiveness, the maddening manner in which her dress had worked its way up over her rounded knees, the long full line of her thighs inflamed him and he crushed her body in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth. They rolled over and over on the bed and landed at last on the floor before he would release her. They were like two puppies at play.
"I know what," she said mischievously. "Let's take a shower together."
"Swell," he said. "And the first one in gets a prize."
"What's the prize?" Claudia wanted to know.
"You'll find out later. You better hurry and take your clothes off or I'll leave you so far behind you won't stand a chance."
In just a few seconds Frank was dashing madly for the bathroom, followed by an artist's conception of a perfect nude come to life. There was barely room for both of them as they crowded into the shower. Frank accidently turned on the wrong faucet and a sudden downpour of cold water dampened the desire which was rising like a high tide within the hearts of the two of them. They frolicked under the lukewarm spray, soaping one another's backs. When Frank tried to soap Claudia's lovely sex he received a slap for his pains.
"What's the matter?" he protested in a hurt tone. "Look," and he pointed to his tumescent shaft which was rising like the Washington monument between his legs, "you can wash that. I won't complain." Claudia's fingers closed about its fine length with such vigor that he howled. "Hey!" he cried, "why don't you watch what you're doing? Do you want that gun to go off in your hand?"
At last they had finished their play and they rubbed one another down until their fresh young bodies glowed with health. Frank could not keep his itching hands from her melting flesh. They cupped themselves under her breasts, fitting perfectly into his palms, their softness just running over. She slipped from his feverish embrace and ran like a sprite into the bedroom, where she was caught up and flung upon the bed. He tried to slip his raging prong into her, but it was like attempting to thread a moving needle. She was like quicksilver in his hands. They both broke out into a sweat, the scent of which had a terrific aphrodisiacal effect upon both of them. At last Claudia gave in and slumped limply into a reclining position. Frank put a pillow beneath her buttocks to raise her sex a little higher and afford himself a more exquisite thrill. Now he gently wedged his raging shaft into the cavity between her widespread thighs. She sighed as she felt it slip into her depths.
Frank's mouth engulfed hers and they were closely contacted in two sensory spots. He went to work, slipping his penis in and out of her receptor, affording both the marvelous stimulation necessary to perfect enjoyment of the sexual congress. It was as though they both constituted a great orchestra and were slowly and inevitably leading up to the climax of some tempestuous symphony.
Claudia's hips gyrated madly and as she felt the first preliminary spurts warming her delicate inner cavity, she wound her shapely legs about him in abandoned frenzy. They were both breathing hard as they sped to the dizzy peak of sexual ascent. Now Frank shot a sustained stream of semen into the writhing girl and she gave him an answering flow. They shuddered convulsively in each other's arms, and his limp tool slipped from the wet clutch of her vagina and nestled against her thigh.
"You're wonderful, Claudia," he said.
"Only with you to help me," Claudia replied. "You do your part so well that any girl would be wonderful in your arms."
He buried his face between her fragrant breasts and she leaned over, gently breathing moistly into his ear and caressing the short hairs growing down the back of his neck. It was not very long before his rod looked as though it had been filled with plaster of paris.
This time Claudia mounted him. He thrilled under the sweet pressure of her soft body against his. He held his legs stiffly together as she let herself down upon his yearning priapus. He tongued and mouthed her breasts into perfect sexual cohesion, having drawn the full length of his organ between her hips. She ground her white belly against his. Frank lay supine, his eyes closed in rapture, while Claudia controlled love's transport. Her uterine fingers alternately clutched and released his pleasure producer as she madly milked the fluid from his sack. Frank felt like a little boat caught in the turbulent troughs of a violent sea. At last their desire had run its full course; they dressed and left the house for breakfast.
"If we go on like this, dear," Frank laughed, "I had better buy a chicken ranch so I can stock up on raw eggs."
"There's enough of the rooster in you to suit me," Claudia replied.
"A little more love like I had this morning," Frank joked, "and I won't have enough strength left to crack the eggs."
"Enough of the game," replied Claudia. "When do we eat?"
Frank laughed. There was much that he liked about this amazing girl, and not the least was her quick sense of humor. This sort of trifling interplay stimulated the man and gave the girl a genuine personality. Such a girl would hold a man.
"Well," sighed Frank. "Let's go, honey. At least there'll never be a dull moment." And there never was.
They had their breakfast in the fresh virginal morning, then Frank decided to drive out to Evanston. They spent most of the day just looking at the great expanse of the lake. Frank stretched out on the sand, his head cradled in Claudia's lap. He had not a care in the world.
"Why can't a guy parlay moments such as these into eternity?" he asked Claudia lazily. "What the hell can life offer a man besides a few seconds like these? You know, honey, since I've known you, I feel that in some measure I have justified my existence, or rather life has kind of evened itself up for the rotten bumps it has taken me over. I hate to bore you with my infantile rhapsodies and I know umpteen poets have versified these thoughts before me, but a man hasn't lived until he has been loved by a woman."
"You great big philosopher, you!" Claudia smiled down upon him indulgently.
"All right, go ahead and laugh," Frank scowled. "What do you know about the finer things in life?"
For answer, Claudia bent down and kissed him full upon the lips.
"That's all I want to know," Frank told her.
The sun shone down hotly and they lay in that lazy twilight. It was enough to them that they were close to one another.
"Hey!" They looked up to hear voices.
They were surrounded by several laughing couples. Charming young men and women with the unmistakable stamp of college training.
They were Frank's friends and he introduced Claudia all the way around. She made a favorable impression, for after all, Claudia had all the qualities that made for youthful admiration and companionship. They sat around joking.
"Say, Frank," remarked a handsome lad, "why don't you come up to the house party tonight and bring Claudia along. We'd love to have you both. It's going to be some affair." He winked. The girls flushed and laughingly called him a big slob. He grinned. "If it's anything like the last one, it'll be hot stuff all right."
"A lot you know about it, Brent," Frank said. "You'll probably be out like a light before it gets under way. The only way you'll be able to tell whether you had a good time or not is by asking your friends."
"I'll stay sober this time," Brent said. "There's plenty of reason to stay on the wagon this weekend. What do you say, Frank? You're not going to be selfish enough to keep
Claudia all to yourself. How about it, boys and girls?"
It was impossible for Frank to refuse. "All right, you big clown. We'll be there. Now beat it and leave us alone."
They all left, their goodbyes fading into the distance.
Claudia was no fool. "You weren't very anxious to go, Frank. What's the trouble ? "
"Oh, nothing much," he told her. "The party will probably get pretty rough, but perhaps it'll be some fun anyway. It'll be a change, if nothing else. They're a kind of screwy bunch. Don't mind if they get a little crude, honey."
Claudia said she wouldn't mind and they dropped the subject, content to bask in the sun.
Later that evening he drove her to her room where she could make the changes necessary for the house party. Frank told her to pack a bag as though she were going on a trip. "It may last a few days," he told her. "Better take along a few changes of clothes and other stuff that you might need. These things are hell on your clothes; I'll pay the damages. Some fool is always spilling a drink or something of the sort."
When she had packed what they thought would be necessary, they drove back to Evanston. Inside, Claudia felt anticipatory thrills. A premonition warned her that they would not devote their time to watching the moon and discussing Freud. These students were not overly old in years, but they looked like they had a pretty good notion of what was going on.
When they reached the exclusive North Side suburb night had thrust purple fingers across the sky. A moon hung overhead like a yellow lantern. The scent of lilacs filled the night air. Frank wheeled up to a large rambling fraternity house and they piled out of the car.
The house twinkled with lights and through its doors floated music, gay voices, the sound of tinkling glasses, and laughter . . . much laughter. They ran up the stairs into an uproarious, thronging mob.
Brent was the first to greet them, a seraphic smile upon his handsome face. He held up his hand for silence. "Quiet please!" he roared. "This happy couple is Frank and Claudia. Frank and Claudia, the folks. Folks, Frank and Claudia."
There was an amusing drunken dignity about him as he showed them around.
"Lord and Lady Wheatcake," he would present them as he would walk to some secluded corner and tear an embracing couple apart. "I know you'll just love 'em," he would say as the enraged couple drew apart.
Signs of drunken disorder were already in evidence: one girl was taking her clothes off. "What's your hurry?" asked Brent. "Can't you wait awhile. The week is young yet."
"No, no!" cried the girl "I want it now, and you're going to give it to me!"
"That's the stuff, Lydia! Make him put up or shut up!" they all shouted. "What a man, making the girl ask for it!"
Lydia held her skirts high over her knees and her shapely limbs excited murmurs of approval.
"Give it to her, Brent!" shouted one young chap, "or I'll do the little business myself."
"Oh no you won't!" shouted his girl friend. If you're going to lay any pipe tonight, I'm going to be on the receiving end!"
Lydia snuggled closer to Brent, placed her hands about his buttocks and kneaded the front of his trousers with her thighs. Brent was horribly embarrassed and tried to push her away.
"Look at that damn fool!" someone cried. "He doesn't know what's good."
Brent couldn't loosen her grip and now the sex-enraged girl was rotating her pelvis madly in dry intercourse. Her little hand disappeared in his trousers.
"Aha!" she cried. "Little Rover feels like a baseball bat." Her hand emerged, caressing a fistful of throbbing manhood.
"Let go!" shouted Brent.
"Like hell I will!" said Lydia, clutching the protesting youth's organ in her small but strong fingers. One round arm encircled his neck and her lips covered his with a titillating, moist suction. They clung for what seemed minutes. The girl was the aggressor, and for a while it appeared as though she were going to suck all the vitality he possessed through his mouth. The other girls cheered her.
"Go to it, Lydia!" they shouted. "Let's see you rape him!"
The young men just stared in envy. Claudia was thrilled by the exciting scene. This was something she had never before observed.
Frank suddenly got an idea. "Exhibition!" he shouted, and the cry was taken up by all the others. Someone pushed a low couch toward the struggling couple and turned out all the lights except for one lamp which was situated so it could be thrown upon the two young people like a spotlight.
Poor Brent's knees were buckling under him like a punch-drunk fighter. His protests were growing weaker and weaker before the relentless strength of this determined girl who knew very definitely what she wanted. Besides, Lydia had him in a bad way. She stubbornly refused to release his raging sex organ. Suddenly she wound her legs about him so that he tripped and landed on the couch on top of her. She kissed him cleverly so that it seemed to him that he would ejaculate at any moment without entering her burning gash of sex. Now it was he who took the lead, carried away by the rising flood of desire. With one motion he drew off his trousers and the girl followed suit by ripping off her dress. Her unusually large breasts fell in Brent's face. The girl guided his turgid projection into her avid cavity while the highly entertained audience cheered.
They rolled together like an ocean wave. Her hips rotated so violently that Brent was almost thrown into the air.
"Stay with me, honey!" shouted the passionate girl. "Don't let go!"
They rode to happiness together.
Claudia looked up at Frank. His hand was working its way under her dress. His eyes burned with an unmistakable light. Claudia placed her hand upon the mound that was slowly rising beneath his trousers.
The actors had stopped to catch their breath. A few couples had drifted upstairs, and amorous sounds were wafted down from above. The rest grouped in a circle about Brent and Lydia. They critically discussed the merits of the performance, and all agreed that both had performed well, but that there had not been enough variety.
"What we want," one girl said, "is a little variety. Not that the good old way isn't satisfactory enough, but a little change makes the feeling more intense."
"All right," said Lydia. "I'll show you something. She took off her chemise and kneeled on all fours on the couch, her buttocks in the air like two ivory spheres. There was a universal hardening of male sex-organs in the audience.
"Come on, Brent," Lydia urged. "Get behind me and slip me the business."
Brent looked a little doubtful but, egged on by the others, he kneeled behind the lovely flesh and began to push his prong up her rectum. He let a little of his length ease into her, but apparently the entrance was not going to be as simple as they thought. Lydia was moaning now. "You're hurting me, Brent. You're hurting me." But she did not say anything about stopping and Brent continued to pay out his fleshly line. But now he was no longer responsible for his actions, for he was consumed by the ruling passion. Lydia's buttocks were beautifully divided by her rectum, out of which grew a fascinating silky bush of hair. His penis throbbed and raged at the resistance he was encountering, and with a sudden violent surge he broke through into her rectal passage. Lydia let out a moan like a maddened animal, but at the same time she backed up to Brent's testicles. She wiggled as though she intended to break off the shaft imbedded so deeply within her. Their audience was enthralled by this rather novel exhibition of sexual passion.
Flesh and blood could stand no more and at last Brent's reservoir released cupid's lotion like a warm douche into Lydia's bowels. The girl was nearly beside herself with ecstasy. That concluded the little show and now, as the inflamed couples broke up, each drifting towards vacant rooms to satisfy their desires, Frank suddenly said to Claudia, "Let's get out of the house for a while, shall we?"
Claudia looked at him curiously, but said nothing before following him out into the night. They got into the car and drove several miles north until they found a secluded section of the beach. Frank had come prepared for a little stay, for he led Claudia down to the beach carrying a blanket and a bottle. He spread the blanket and they both lay down in the tender summer night. Overhead stretched the blue, star-studded expanse of heaven. Frank put the bottle to his lips and took a good pull. He passed it to Claudia and she did likewise. It did not take long before that had worked up a good glow. They lay in one another's arms with lazy contentment.
Claudia hummed, "Safe in your arms, far from alarms . . . "
"You might be safe in Victor Herbert's arms, but not in mine," Frank told her.
"Quite a man, aren't you, darling?" teased Claudia.
I In reply, Frank's hand went to his trousers.
"Do you ever raise your mind above your belt?" Claudia asked for no particular reason except that she felt a little perverse. Frank stopped as though he had been shot. He reached for the bottle and decreased the liquor-line by two inches. He turned over on his side away from the girl. She watched him with amused eyes. The minutes sped by and from the great lake came the steady roar of the water rolling up on the beach. A star shot across the sky in scattered silver flight. Claudia stretched her lovely body.
"Frank," she said. But he wouldn't answer. "Come now," she said, "don't be such a child."
The thought came to her that perhaps he was asleep; she leaned over him. His eyes were closed! There was one sure way of finding out. Claudia slipped her hand in the waistband of his trousers and the prong between his legs jumped to her touch.
"Asleep, eh?" she laughed. "That's a funny way to sleep."
He rolled over, imprisoning her in his arms. She spread her legs, drawing up her dress and tantalizing him by pretending to be unable to find a resting place for his enlarged tool. Frank swore and at last Claudia rammed the shot home within her. She scored a bull's eye. It was one of the most exciting experiences Claudia had ever undergone-to give vent to her desire outdoors in the languorous night, away from all extraneous noises and the distractions of civilization. It was very simple in this wonderful environment to give oneself up entirely and wholeheartedly to the erotic ritual. Her delicately muscled vagina alternately pressed and released Frank's organ as they came together in love's pleasant exercise. She drew the juice from him in small amounts until the dike broke at last and he poured the molten lava into her waiting cavity. When they had finished their exquisite rhythm, they made inroads upon the bottle together. Their spirits were fired by the liquor and soon Frank was divesting himself of all his clothes. Claudia watched him curiously. When at last Frank stood in the nude, the moonlight bathing his muscular frame and clean-cut profile in a molten golden light, Claudia said, "Where do you think you're going?"
Frank said nothing, but ran down the beach into the lake. Claudia stripped immediately and followed suit. She made a dazzling picture as she ran gracefully down to the water, all soft and white, with tenderly curving breasts, hips and thighs, her shining black hair streaming behind her.
The temperate lake waters soothed and calmed them as they gave themselves up to its delights. They paddled and frolicked like two long white fish. Far into the distance, flowing along on the horizon, they saw boats twinkle with lights. The "whoo-whoo" of their whistles sent shivers through them. There was something weird and eerie about the entire thing, once they had got their fill of the watery sport. They ran out and rolled up in a wet bundle in the large blanket Frank had so thoughtfully provided. They nestled close to each other, warming themselves by the quickly generated body heat.
In no time at all they were dry and laughing at the position they were in. The dip into the lake had only momentarily abated the desire they carried for each other. They lay together on a sweet pillow of love, their warm breath intermingling and exciting them. They kissed and their tongues awoke torpid longings.
"You've got me in a hell of a fix," said Claudia. She dug her pointed nails into his forearm. His sex began to grow warm and hard against her pubic mount. "Don't you ever let up, you ass?"
"Look at yourself in the mirror the next chance you get," Frank told her, "and you'll find out why I don't let up."
He put his ramrod into her and this time they just nestled in each other's arms without bringing the act to an abrupt climax. It was thrilling to Me in such intimate proximity without bringing things to a torrid conclusion. Familiarity was bringing control. They understood each other well and could develop new refinements. They remained in that position for some time. The sky was becoming shot through with vivid reds and pinks; it was nearly dawn. They executed a final blissful act of copulation. Frank got in a sitting position, as did Claudia. They faced each other and she put her legs about his waist and embraced him with her arms. He put his arms about her and they were both easily able to maintain a sitting position. His erect penis pointed upwards and entered between the hot, fat-lipped crease of her sex. They rocked each other in this position which was so conducive to cohabitation. They started slowly and swung with heated rhythm as the seminal flow began to seep from their organs. This unique position provided perfect sexual contact. They teeter-tottered to the heavenly heights together.
They enjoyed a long rest while their bodies became recharged with new vigor. That beautifully cleansed feeling. At peace with themselves and the unimportant world about them. At last they arose to return to the party.
The sun was up now and they sped along the highway on wings of the morning. Everything was dewy and fresh when they reached their destination. Once they stepped across the threshold they were struck by the appalling quiet. The place resembled the aftermath of a Roman Imperial orgy. Men and women lying outstretched upon the floor in a collective drunken stupor: breasts hanging from torn bodices, private parts carelessly exposed, clothing all over the place in litters. One sleeping girl still clung to the limp yet sizeable priapus of her partner. Apparently, like the hero of one of Boccaccio's tales, she too had captured the nightingale.
Frank and Claudia climbed upstairs, where practically the same scene greeted them. After a search, they at last located an empty room and flung themselves down to sink immediately into a dreamless sleep.
After what seemed seconds later, they were aroused by a terrific din coming from downstairs. They stayed in bed, covering their ears with their hands. The noise came closer and closer. Many hands tossed them out of bed. They looked up sleepily from the floor at the grinning mouths circled above them.
"Everybody up!" they shouted. Banging away on tin pans, they moved on to rouse other sleepers. Lines formed before the bathrooms for showers and other urgencies. When at last even the most torpid had been revived and freshened up and had changed clothes, a rousing breakfast was served, with hilarious tossing of food and exchanges of pleasantries. They were all well-bred and there were no references to the night before. Apparently they lived on the theory that what was done-forget. Tomorrow is another day. It was a splendid attitude, and very typical of youth.
Brent and Lydia behaved as nonchalantly as though they had never put on a sexual demonstration the night before. Nobody ragged anyone else about their conduct the previous night.
That was how she wanted to live her life, thought Claudia: without any vain and stupid regrets. And a great fondness for all the young people in the room swept over her. She felt fond of Frank and grateful for the opportunity he had given her to mingle with his friends.
They lazed about the veranda, idly smoking cigarettes and waving to other groups of young guys and girls who rode or walked by. Everything and everybody seemed filled with a fine zest for living and camaraderie. Over it all hung an air of accepting things as they were without any futile protest.
Frank and Claudia sat close together on a porch swing. A girl was strumming a ukulele. Everywhere was motion, gaiety and a lust for life.
"Like?" Frank asked Claudia. "Very much," she answered. Her heart was full.