Chapter 5
The week went smoothly and she didn't have any trouble with the girls and Sharon didn't mention anything about their "affair" that Sunday night. It still bothered her somewhat, but as the days went by her conscience was eased.
On Thursday afternoon after classes, all the girls gathered once again in Sharon's room and discussed their plans for the week-end. After everyone had left, Sharon told Jenny that on Saturday several of the local boys were having a party at an. apartment and that they were invited.
"I told them all about you and Pete told me to bring you along. It should be a gas. What'd you say?"
"What kind of a party is it?" she asked hesitantly. "What do they do?"
"Probably have a few beers and the usual things, but Pete promised me that we would be doing some real out of sight things I He told me I had to learn sometime, and there was no time like the present. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"
"I wonder what he means by 'out of sight.' It sounds spooky!" Jenny replied, but a chill of anticipation shuddered through her body.
"Don't worry about anything. Pete said that he has three or four guys that have been dying to take you out, so you don't have to worry about a date. You'll probably be the hit of the party. In fact, sometimes I think Pete would like to ask you out too."
"I'd never go out with your boyfriend, Sharon, you know that."
"I know you wouldn't, Jen, but I've seen the way these guys pass the girls around. They're heartbreakers, but soooo much fun. I just know it'll be a ball."
Jenny thought about the things that had gone on at her parents' party and she wondered if it would be anything like that. Just the thought of several boys vying for her attention made her excited. It would give her a chance to try her vamping powers. Maybe she could be as sexy and desirable as Lorna Day, the woman who was making love to her father! She stood in front of her mirror admiring the full, voluptuous curves that filled out her sweater, the narrowness of her waist and the soft roundness of her hips and buttocks. I've got to wear something very sexy and slinky, she thought to herself and started to go through her closet to find the most inviting thing she could find. It had to be something extra special if she was going to impress the boys and make them want her. She knew that some of the local girls wore pretty daring clothes and she couldn't be any different or she wouldn't fit in. She was finally popular with the girls at school again and she didn't want to take any chances of losing ground again, it had taken her too long to win their friendship. She stared at all the clothes hanging neatly in her closet, but none seemed to be quite appropriate for the party. She had some very low-cut, provocative cocktail dresses, but she couldn't very well walk out of the dormitory wearing one of them or she'd be caught for sure, so she went to Sharon's room to discuss the possibilities with her. She should know what would be best. "What are you going to wear to the party?" she asked, feeling a little embarrassed that she had to depend on her friend for advice.
"Something slinky, you can bet on that, and very little underwear," she laughed. "Why, what're you going to wear?"
"I don't think that I have anything that would be real good," she said, "and I don't want to feel out of place. Will you help me pick something out?"
"Sure, be glad to, and if you're not satisfied, I've got plenty of things you can borrow. They may be a little snug on you since you're more stacked than I am, but that's all the better actual- Together they looked through Sharon's closet and picked out a very tight-fitting black dress that was cut low in front, and flared just slightly over the hips, but stopped several inches above the knees.
"I think you'd look great in this hot pink outfit, Jen," she said. "Try it on, I bet you'll be a knockout!"
Jen tried on the skirt and sweater outfit, tugging at the hem of the skirt to pull it down.
"I'm shorter than you, Jen, but it looks okay on you ... in fact, it looks fantastic. If I had legs like yours, I'd wear all my clothes just that short. Here, try on the sweater."
She slipped the sweater over her head and pulled it smoothly over her ample, firm breasts and tucked it inside the skirt.
"Get your push-up brassiere, it'll give you a mile of cleavage and that will really drive them out of their minds."
Jenny ran down the hall to her room and got her brassiere that she called her "body bra" and put it on. Once again she pulled the bright pink sweater over her head and adjusted it. Her breasts stood out pointedly, the soft, full curve that showed above the half-cup of the brassiere was temptingly revealed in the vee of the neckline.
"Wow . . . double wow!" Sharon gasped. "That ought to get it!"
Jenny stood on her toes in an effort to get a full length view of her outfit, but she couldn't see.
"Stand on the bed," Sharon told her, and she bounced up on the bed and stood there admiring her figure in the mirror.
"It's quite an outfit, isn't it," Jenny said, running her hands over the soft, resilient curve of her breast and placing her hands on her hips, accentuating the smallness of it. "The skirt is so short, do you think I can get out of the dormitory without getting caught?"
"Wear your trench coat and no one will know the difference. Believe me, you look great."
Jenny got down from the bed and said, "thanks a lot, Sharon, you're a real life saver. I just didn't know what I was going to wear."
"Anytime," she grinned back. "Just think of the fun we're going to have. I get all nervous and excited just thinking about it. Pete and I have done just about everything I know of, so I'm anxious to see what these different and strange things are he's talking about!"
"It does sound fantastic," Jenny said excitedly, closing the door behind her and hurrying to her room before anyone saw her dressed like that.
She couldn't help thinking about what was going to happen in two days when she went to sleep, just the thought of the mysterious way Pete had phrased the invitation was thrilling enough. She could hardly wait to see what the boys looked like that had wanted to take her out. She hoped that they would be big and handsome, not the intellectual type, she just wasn't in the mood for that. She wanted a real man . . . someone like her father!
The next day she had her psychology seminar, but her mind wasn't on her lesson. She just sat there and half listened as the lecturer began.
"Today we are going to discuss the Oedipus complex and the Father-Daughter relationships," he began. "I don't know how many of you have given it much thought, but I am going to try to bring out a point that I want you to think about, ponder and perhaps it may change your way of thinking and your life. Since you live in a basically female world here at school, it is difficult for you to experience any male guidance, like that your father would give you if you were home, so in your cases, this lecture is doubly important, so please pay attention.
"I'm all sure you have heard, or even used the term 'mama's boy,' when referring to someone you know who appears to be overly protected by his mother, or just a sissy type. Most of the time these boys will grow out of their close attachment to their mothers, but where there is not a dominant male or strong father influence, these boys may never grow to a secure masculine maturity, and as a result, will be dominated by women all their lives. Sometimes there is no father in the home, or the father himself has been dominated by women all his life. It is an unfortunate circumstance, because even if these men do marry, they invariably choose a woman who will be a mother to them and not a partner who can share their lives. They expect to be pampered, coddled and taken care of by the woman of their choice. Most of the time these women are older and delight in spoiling their "little boy," but hopefully, none of you present in the classroom are looking for, or want this type of relationship.
"More important to your lives is the Father-Daughter syndrome. In most marriages, the male is the dominant member of the family. He earns the living, supports the family, makes the decisions and the woman listens and obeys her husband. This does not imply that the father is the tyrant in the family by any means. More often than not, he is the sympathetic listener, arbitrator and friend, but this, too, can present problems when the man has only daughters and no sons, or the daughter is the youngest and the favored. How many times have you asked your mother for permission for something and been denied, then turned around and asked your father to interfere for you' and giant you permission? I'm sure you have used all your feminine wiles, your smiles, hugs and kisses to convince him that what you want to do is all right and you should be allowed."
Several of the girls in the class began to giggle, knowing that surely all of them at one time or another had done just that.
"Yes, you can laugh," the professor continued, "but you know it's true. Women have been the seducers of men since time began, and I'm afraid, it doesn't matter whether they were three or sixty! Look at Delilah, Cleopatra, Catherine the Great, Helen of Troy. All these women used their feminine charms to seduce and twist men around their fingers, and these men were not 'mama's boys!' "Ask yourself this question, 'How many of you call your fathers "Daddy" and your mothers "mother," not "mummy or mommy?" This alone is an indication of how you feel about your fathers."
Jenny thought about her reactions when she was making love with Charles, how she had seduced him and then pretended it was her father, and the same thing when she had been with Sharon! I love my father she thought to herself, but it surely isn't in some unnatural way, I'm not trying to seduce him... or am I?
The professor continued, "Don't let these thoughts scare you for they are the most natural things in the world. Naturally you respect your fathers, even perhaps revere them, they are your ideal of what every man should be. Fathers think that no man is good enough for their daughters and it is with reluctance, no matter how strong they may be, that they give their daughters to some young man in marriage. They still worry about their welfare, whether they are being treated fairly and would cheerfully choke any man who slandered or hurt them, so it is the natural thing that the daughters should respond vehemently to their father's impressions."
"You will find, I'm sure, that consciously or subconsciously, you rate or judge the boys you date by your father; perhaps not directly, but certainly by what you think your father would say if he met the young man in your own home."
Jenny thought, God, Charles was no more like my father than an apple is to a pear; they are both men, but completely different in every aspect, yet she couldn't deny that she had used Charles to get back at her father for making love to Lorna Day. She had been jealous!
"This is not always an easy thing to overcome, just as your father thinks no one is good enough for you, you may think that no man will ever measure up to your father! It can develop into a vicious circle if you let it, but as you mature and learn to accept each man as an individual, learn to accept his good points along with his bad, then you grow to love and respect your chosen mate with a true camaraderie, true compassion and true love. This is the point that I am trying to make ... we cannot judge people by others. We all make comparisons, naturally, but we cannot be unfair in our judgments. You, I'm sure, all feel that your fathers are perfect, but, believe me, they, too, have their faults as every other human, so you must not let it jade your decisions in choosing a boyfriend or that all important decision of a lifetime mate."
Jenny was listening to what the professor was saying, but she couldn't help but let her mind stray to the party that was going to take place on Saturday. She wondered whether the boys would know who her father was, would they treat her any differently because she had a famous father, or would they accept her like any other eager, attractive young girl. She knew that she had so much to offer, but she didn't want to be hurt again by anyone. She had been hurt by her girlfriends earlier in the year, her father had unconsciously hurt when she caught him making love to Miss Day, and she didn't think she could stand it again. The boys just had to like her no matter what she had to do to make them.
"I want to be loved, loved completely with no barriers," she whispered to herself, but perhaps a bit more loudly than she anticipated or realized.
"What did you say, Miss Rhodes," the professor said, interrupting his lecture for just a moment.
"Ww-hat," she stammered. "Oh, nothing, I was just thinking out loud."
The professor smiled at her and said, "I know, Jennifer, and I heard part of what you murmured, and it is the most normal desire in the world ... to be loved. Your case is a special one in that you have a very famous and very handsome and respected father, it isn't surprising that you should love him very much and expect others to love him, but you must realize that everyone does not have the same visage, the same talents or attractiveness of your father. They may be talented, attractive or special in many other ways. This is exactly what I am trying to get you young ladies to understand."
Jenny blushed and wondered if anyone else in the room had heard what she had said, and she glanced over at Sharon who was looking back at her with a knowing, but warm smile.
At least they don't chide me anymore, don't make fun of me, and Sharon accepts me I Sharon's acceptance had become very important to her, because she knew that if she did, as the accepted leader in the dorm, the others would not question her.
"I think I know what you mean, or what you're saying, Professor Wright," she said meekly. "After all, our fathers are the first men in our lives and therefore we would naturally use them as a guide and level. It's just that sometimes it's hard to accept it!"
"It's never easy, Jenny. Life is full of disappointments, broken hearts, yet these bad experiences give a fuller understanding and a readiness to appreciate the good things and the happy times. Just remember that and you'll never go too far off the beaten path."
It made her feel better to know that others faced the same problem that she did, that she wasn't the only girl in the world who worshipped her father. If she had been the only one the professor wouldn't be making this subject the crux of his lecture.
One of the other girls in the room raised her hand.
"Yes, Carolyn," the professor said. "Do you have a question?"
"Well, it's rather personal, professor, but I suppose it's all right to ask it. I know all the girls and they are familiar with my background anyway."
"Well, he said, pausing, "if you would care to discuss it with me after class, that's perfectly all right too."
"No, I'd rather say it now, because I know others have the same situation I do, too." She continued, "My father has never been around the house very much, he travels extensively for his company and is just there for a few days when I'm home for vacation, and sometimes even that is cut short. My mother has been the one to discipline me, sure, but I don't resent her for it, hate her or love my father more because he isn't the disciplinarian. In fact, I don't really feel that I know my father. I couldn't say what he would do in any given circumstance, but I do know what my mother would do. Does this make my relationship an unnatural oner "Certainly not," the professor said. "I think you are very fortunate that you don't bear any hard feelings toward your mother or your father. Not that you should, but often times young people do rebel against those who lay down the law and favor the more lenient parent, but respecting the law and obeying it is also a part of maturity and living successfully in our society. You have reached this plane at a very early age and it should be considered a blessing."
"I'm not saying that I've never hated my mother or my father, but I've never stopped loving them at the same time. Is this possible?
"Assuredly, Carolyn. There will always be times when we feel hurt and say we hate someone, but deep inside we know that we still love them."
This last comment jolted Jenny to a reality that she had never thought of before. She had hated her father when she saw him with that other woman, but yet she turned around and pretended that he was her love object when she had seduced the chauffeur. This was exactly what he was talking about, and he said that it was normal.
"The bell is about to ring, ladies," he said', "but think about what I've told you today, and remember, we all love in different ways, we can love many people at the same time, but each in a different way. I needn't tell you that there is a vast difference between a sexual love and a spiritual love, but so many times the young get the two confused, and this, too, is all a part of growing up.
Sharon nudged Jenny and whispered, "I don't care what kind of love it is, as long as I get my share!"
Jenny giggled and said, "Me, too. Gosh, I can't wait for Saturday, I'm getting excited just thinking about it, all those boys and God knows what else. It should really be a blast."
The bell rang and the girls filed out of the room and to the dormitory for study hour.
"Carolyn," Sharon asked, "were you putting the professor on about your mother and father. You've told me that you hate your father, that you're afraid of him."
"Well, sometimes I do hate him and I guess it is a type of fear, but deep down I do love him. No, I wasn't putting him on, I was just trying to understand how I feel."
"Aren't we all," Jenny interjected.
"Amen," Sharon said laughingly.
"Why don't you study in my room this afternoon, Jenny," Sharon asked winking at her. "Then we can talk about Saturday, okay. I want to get some of your opinions."
"That's great, let me get my notes and books and I'll be right down," and she ran up the stairs to her room and got her books.
Sharon was already at her desk when Jenny walked in, but jumped and quickly shoved something in her desk drawer.
"Oh, it's you, you scared me," she said, almost flying out of her chair.
"What were you doing," Jenny asked.
"Just looking at the pictures again, trying to imagine what Pete had in mind for the party."
"Has he seen the pictures?" Jenny asked.
"No, I told him about them a few weeks ago, but I don't want them to get out of my possession, if you know what I mean."
"Let me see them again," she asked anxiously. "It was so dark the other night that I couldn't really get a good look."
"Sure, here," she said, pushing the stack toward her, "but put them inside your notebook in case someone comes in."
Jenny put the pile of postcards inside her book and began studying each picture carefully.
"They certainly get in some weird contortions," she mused out loud. "Looks like they must be made of rubber."
"Like our little 'man' over there in the drawer," Sharon grinned.
"Yeah, something like that," she answered giggling. "Wonder if these men are wearing them?"
"No, look carefully, you can't see any ties around them, it must be the real thing. Can you just imagine how a real one that size would feel inside of you?"
"Some of these pictures must have been taken with mirrors, I swear," she commented. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Do you think that Pete would ever do anything like that?" Jenny asked hesitantly.
"I don't know, he's been around a lot, all of the fellows have, and from the way they talk, you'd think that they were all the biggest studs around! I even hate to think of it, it gives me goose bumps.
Pete is a good lover, but he sure as hell isn't built like that guy in these pictures. Maybe he took some kind of drug to make him that size?"
"God, I sure hope that I never meet a man who's hung like that, it'd be enough to kill me," Jenny said.
It was relieving to her that she could talk to someone like Sharon who knew what was going on. She felt so grown-up, so worldly since she had lost her virginity, and it was exciting just to be able to talk to someone who didn't think it was terrible and felt the same way she did.
"Has Pete ever made love to you other than the regular way?" she asked finally. "Some of these pictures make the 'old' way seem out of date, if you know what I mean. Wonder what it would feel like?"
Sharon looked at her and grinned, "We've made love in a few different positions, but I doubt that even he knows all the things that are shown in these pictures."
"Wouldn't it be a kick to teach him something new. Can you just imagine the shock it would be to him if you showed him a new way to screw!"
"Never thought of it, actually, but it might not be a bad idea," Sharon said.
"Do you think that we should take the pictures along to the party with us," Jenny asked. "It might be a surprise for them!"
"No, I don't really think that we'll need them, and I wish we'd change the subject, I'm getting hot just waiting for Saturday. God, I'd love to have Pete here right now."
"We could always use your toy, if you want to, I don't mind," Jenny added.
"Christ!" Sharon almost shouted. "Not in the middle of the afternoon. Do you want the whole dormitory to walk in and catch us?"
"I guess you're right, but I'm getting rather hot myself, maybe we'd better put these things away before I go completely out of my mind!"
She handed the pictures back to Sharon, but her hand was clenched tightly between her legs and she was squeezing it, trying to get rid of the aching, throb that was beginning to stir in her loins.
"I must be over-sexed," she giggled. "I could almost make myself cum right now just thinking about it."
"I've done that many times too," Sharon admitted. "It's hard to get used to not making love after you've had it a few times!"
"Think I'll go back to my room, take a cold shower or something," Jenny said, picking up her books and walking towards the door.
"Have a good time," Sharon called after her, laughing.
Jenny almost raced down the hall to her room and locked the door. She knew that the doors were to be open at all times, but she had to do something to quench the fire that was burning between her legs.
She lay back on her bed and took off her panties, pulling her skirt up around her hips. She drew her thighs back in a crab-like position and closed her eyes tight. Her hands were trembling as she touched the vee of her crotch and rubbed gently against the tiny bud of her clitoris until it was hard.
"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned. "I want it so badly."
Her fingers were racing up and down her thighs, teasing and tickling herself until she was churning her hips up and down on the bed in a crazed sensual frenzy.
Slowly she fingered the lips of her vagina until she could feel the heat of her own juices begin to flow, wetting her loins, getting her ready.
She inserted one finger gently into the hot, waiting channel of her cunt, wriggling it back and forth, pushing her hips down on her own impalement until in her uncontrolled passion her fingernail accidentally dug into the tender, wet lining.
"Ooohhh, do it ... do it, I've got to cum," she urged herself in spite of the sudden pain, closing her eyes and pretending someone was doing it to her. Her cunt was inflamed with a raging heat, throbbing with need and she knew that she would quickly bring herself to her climax.
"How wonderful," she murmured as she couid feel the walls of her vagina contract against her finger warmly, wetly ...
"Aaaagggghhhhh," she groaned, "I'm cumming, I'm making myself cum!"
She bucked and squirmed on the bed, her finger still buried deep inside her until her last spasm stopped and left her body weak and drained on the bed.
"I've got to have a boy's prick inside me soon or I'll die," she whispered breathlessly to herself. "God, I can't wait till Saturday."
She was apprehensive about sneaking out of the dormitory for the party, but she was also afraid if she chickened out that she would lose her popularity again, and she couldn't take that, besides her desire was mounting more each day, and she knew that it alone would make her go no matter what happened.