Chapter 10
Jane and Ma carried the packages into the house and only smiled at the curious gazes they elicited. Jane had told George enough about her plans so that he had at least a general understanding. It was obvious that he had told Grace nothing. She was so curious about it that she was ready to scream.
Don too was curious and even though he seemed to sense that it was somehow connected with him, he seemed content to wait to find out about it.
They had just finished unloading their packages when Jane realized that she hadn't called her father to tell him that she was safe and well and would be home late that night. She called Ma aside and told her about it.
The old woman looked at her, surprise showing in her face. "You know, Jane, you could go right now if you want to. You don't really have to stay."
"I know, Ma, but I feel I do have to stay. I have one more promise to keep. It's important to me. Will you come with me while I phone?"
Ma was on the verge of telling her she was free to go alone when she caught herself. She felt the girl could be trusted, but there was no point putting temptation in her way.
"Sure Jane, me and you'll go right now. I'll get Grace to put supper on for us while we're gone. That way, we won't have to waste too much time when we get back."
As they hurried back to the car, their attitude was that of a couple of teen-agers on a slightly illicit mission. Jane drove fast, a little too fast. Before she realized it, the phone booth outside the service station was beside them. She hit the brakes and felt the car begin to get away. As she fought it to a stop on the shoulder of the road, she warned herself to drive more carefully. Easy girl, she cautioned, you've just saved your life, don't throw it away already. She did a fast U-turn and scooted back into the station lot.
She was disappointed when her mother answered the phone, she had hoped to talk to her father.
"What in hell are you doing anyway? Bunny asked.
"Skip it mom. Just tell Dad thanks and tell him I'll be home late tonight."
It was obvious that Bunny wanted to argue and scold, but Jane was in no mood for that. She had been prepared to treat her mother better after what she had been through, but that was obviously not going to be possible.
"Just give dad the message, Bunny. I'll tell you both more about it when I get there."
Bunny was still sputtering when Jane hung up the phone. Her mother's familiar attitude seemed somehow to be a bridge with the past. Jane was even more relaxed as she drove back to the farm.
Grace had taken the trouble to dress up to prepare dinner. Her costume was still less than one would expect of a hotel chef, she wore the pink rayon panties and a collection of whip scars as she stood at the stove turning pork chops in the iron frying pan. The packages from their shopping trip were still piled on the couch. George sat silently on the end of the couch as if standing guard. It was obvious that no prying eyes had gotten at them.
As they walked into the kitchen, George got up and dug around in the cupboard until he found a glass. With an almost gentlemanly flourish, he handed it to Jane and poured it more than half full of the cloudy-white home brew he had been drinking. She took it gladly. It wasn't her idea of the perfect liquor, but right now, she needed a drink. Neither Ma or Grace seemed offended when he offered them the bottle for a straight slug.
Don employed his magic radar to return to the house just as the food was being put on the table. The Travers family was never big in the table manners department, but tonight they hurried the meal even more than usual.
Jane had considered breaking out one of the bottles of champagne for dinner, but the sight of the greasy pork chops and soggy boiled potatoes had made that idea seem wrong. After they finished eating, she decided to go ahead and live dangerously.
The sparkling wine was much too warm by now, but it did add something to the festive spirit even though they drank it out of coffee mugs that were something less than clean.
During the meal, Ma had gotten up and put a big pot of water on the stove. Now, as they thought of refilling the mugs with champagne, Ma shooed them out into the yard. She kept Don with her. It was obvious to Jane that Don was about to be prepared for the big event.
In the yard, the three sat on a log and passed the champagne bottle around. Grace did not make any effort to be pleasant, but on the other hand, she didn't go out of her way to be unpleasant either. She remained quietly sullen. When Ma and Don joined them a little while later, he was shaved, bathed and dressed in a not quite so dirty pair of trousers. He wore a more or less white shirt with a rather badly frayed collar. The sleeves were rolled up to show that even his arms had been washed. Ma had been thorough in her preparations for the feast. Jane excused herself and went into the house. First, she picked up another bottle of champagne and brought it out to the yard. Leaving it with Ma, she went back into the house.
There was still some hot water in the big pot. Quickly, she stripped and did the best she could in the way of a sponge bath. She looked forward to a luxurious bath in the gleaming tub at home, but that would have to wait for now.
Picking up an armful of packages, she carried them into Ma's bedroom and began opening them. First, she took out a black lacey bra and fitted it carefully over her breasts. Looking at herself, she knew it was just right. A pair of plain black nylon panties followed.
She realized that it was wrong for a bridal outfit, but this was to be a special wedding night. She was to be a most unusual bride. She knew Don would appreciate the contrast of the black lingerie against her white skin.
Over the bra and panties, she pulled on a white rayon slip. Through it, she could see the outline of the black under and decided that it provided just the right touch. Only then did she remember the garter belt and smoky black nylons. She dug into the packages until she found them. Hiking up the slip, she fitted the garter belt then took her time about pulling on the nylons and attaching the suspenders.
She opened the biggest box then and drew out the wedding gown. It had cost eighty-nine dollar and would hardly have been accepted by her circle back in the city, but for this purpose it was spectacular. She pulled it on and after some difficulty, managed to zip it up in back. All that remained now was the veil. She decided to hold that for now.
Standing carefully behind the door, she called Ma. The old woman hurried into the house. "I do declare, Jane, you're just real beautiful. I sure can't understand why you do all this for Don, but he's sure goin' to be one happy boy."
"That's why I'm doing it Ma. I hope you can understand that."
"For the second time during her enforced stay at the farm, Jane saw tears in the eyes of the old woman. She knew that either Ma understood or at least she appreciated. Either way was good enough.
"Ma, would you mind very much if I asked that Don and I be alone in the house?"
Jane saw the look of alarm flash across the woman's face. She waited for her answer, prepared to argue if necessary.
"I dunno, Jane. I ain't saying there's nothin' wrong with Don, mind you, but I'm just a bit scared about you and him bein' alone here in the house for ... well, you know."
"Yes Ma. I know. But I'm not afraid. I'm not just being brave or a show-off, I'm confident that I can go ahead with what I have in mind without any danger to me."
"I dunno. My Don's a good boy, but I'm just not so sure this is a good idea."
"All right, Ma. Let's make a deal. I'll take the chance if you will. You go outside with George and Grace and leave me alone in here with Don."
The argument went on a little longer, but the old woman was no match for a confident Jane, a Jane confident that she could handle any man. In time, Ma gave up and went outside. In her arms, she carried two bottles of champagne. She set them down carefully beside the log and called Don aside.
"Now look, boy," she spoke with a mixture of motherly concern and stern warning, "that girl Jane is inside the house there and she's ready to be real nice to you. You go ahead in, but I want you to remember to be a real good boy and don't hurt her in no way. You hear me boy?"
"Yeah, Ma. I wouldn't hurt her none. I like her. She's real nice. Can I go in now?"
"Go ahead Donny."
She stood watching until Don opened the door and closed it behind him. Only then did she sit on the log beside George. He handed her an opened bottle of champagne. Whether or not she saw it, she seemed to ignore it.
"Tell me George, do you think I done right letting him go in there alone with her?"
"Yeah Ma. I think you done right. He won't hurt her. He likes her and she's a real smart girl. She kin handle him."
His assurance seemed to be all she needed. Taking the bottle from his hand, she poured a mug full and held it to her mouth. In a little while she would drink it down in one big gulp, but for now she just wanted to feel the bubbles jump and break against her lips.
Don walked into the house knowing that something good was going to happen. He knew that Jane was going to be nice to him, but beyond that he knew nothing. He remembered again how beautiful she looked when naked. He wished though that he hadn't taken her panties. It was nice wearing them and keeping them under his pillow and going to sleep feeling them every night, but, he thought, it would be nice to see her with some clothes on right now, then he could watch her taking them off. Still, he was not about to complain.
When he saw the kitchen deserted, Don felt a quick rush of anger. He had been promised a treat and he intended to get if. It she didn't give it to him willingly, if she tried to hide, he would take it. He would beat her and crush her and make her cry, but he would take it.
Just then, the door to Ma's room opened. He saw nothing, but he heard her voice.
"Come in Don, I'm waiting for you."
His anger melted. It was that soft, sweet voice that he had come to love. He was mad at himself for having doubted her even for a moment.
As he began to walk toward the bedroom, the door opened wide. He stopped as if frozen. Jane stood inside the room, the light from behind her imparting an angelic glow to her appearance.
The bridal veil flowed over her head and fell into a shadow of lace behind her. The clinging white lace gown molded itself to her figure so that every lovely curve of her breasts, waist and thighs was emphasized. From there, it fell in a graceful sweep to the floor. She held a hand out as if to guide him to her.
"Gosh, Jane," he finally found his voice, "you're the nicest woman I ever saw."
"I want to be nice for you, Don. This is your special night and everything is going to be lovely. Come to me Don."
Jane had hoped she would be able to go through with it. She knew now that it was going to be easy. There was a child-like innocence about him that was going to make it more than just easy to tolerate. She knew now that in bringing pleasure to him, she too would find enjoyment.
As he reached the door, she took his hand and guided him into the room. On a table beside the bed, there were two bottles of champagne. Beside them stood two glasses. They were simple kitchen tumblers, but they had been washed and polished so that they sparkled. Two kitchen chairs had been added to the room, they had been placed beside each other, close to the table.
"Do you like me, Don?" Jane turned slowly so that he could get the full effect of the bridal costume.
"Gee yes, Jane, you're the purttiest girl I ever saw."
"For a little while, Don, I'm going to be just your girl. Come and sit by me and we'll drink wine and talk. After that, we'll do other things, nice things."
Following her guidance, he sat on one of the chairs. Jane sat on the other, close enough so that they could touch. She picked up one of the bottles from the table and began to work at the wires which held the cork. When it blew and hit the far wall, he tensed for a moment, then he broke into childish laughter. She joined him.
Jane poured two glasses full of the bubbling liquid and handed it to him.
"Let's play a game, Don. Let's pretend that we are the only people in the whole world. Because there are just the two of us, we can do anything we want to do. What do you want to do, Don?"
Don paused for a few seconds. Decisions were difficult for him. Finally, he found words.
"I guess I'd like to look at you because you're so purtty and I'd like to listen to you talk because you talk nice and soft."
"I think that's a lovely idea, Don. We'll drink our wine and we'll talk and we'll look at each other."
Jane raised the glass to her mouth. He saw the full red lips part slightly to accept the glass, saw the clear white wine pour into her mouth. He forgot about his own drink. When she put her glass down, he remembered his own. He lifted it and drank greedily as if it were water. He laughed.
"Hey, don't that feel funny? It's kinda ... I dunno ... kinda funny like."
Jane laughed with him and the sound of her laughter warmed the room. "Yes Don, it is kind of funny. It makes people feel very happy when they drink it. Drink some more."
Their glasses were empty then. She began to reach for the bottle, then stopped and looked into his face.
"Don, would you like me to take off my dress now?"
There was a long agonizing silence as she stood before him. "Gee, I dunno. I'd like to see you with no clothes on but you look so purtty I dunno."
Jane sensed that decisions were difficult for him. "I'll tell you what, Don. I won't ask you to decide. I'll just do it when I think I should. Is that all right?"
"Yeah, Jane, that's real nice."
Moving slowly, gracefully, she refilled their glasses. Instead of picking hers up, she stood before him, reached behind her and found the zipper. It made an exciting sound as it slid smoothly down. When she felt it reach the bottom of the track, she brought her hands around and pulled it easily off her shoulders. With a graceful movement, she moved it down over her hips and stepped out of it. Throwing it casually over the back of the chair, she moved back to the table and picked up her glass.
This time, Don joined her in drinking. He still watched her full, red lips as she drank, but managed to drink his own drink as he watched.
The white nylon slip displayed her naked shoulders, hugged the fullness of her breasts, hugged her waist, and fell smoothly around her hips. Through it, the black bra and panties were clearly visible. She could see that the effect was not wasted on him.
She sat then and for a while they talked about the simple things Don would know and understand. He told her of the woods behind the house and how he liked to walk in them, how he saw many birds and animals. She discovered that in spite of his retardation, he had a keen appreciation of the beauties of nature. She wondered how she could ever have been afraid of him. Inside the graceless body, she saw a sensitivity and affinity with the gentle things of woods and water and sky.
When the glasses had been emptied again, she stood. Bending a little, she grasped the hem of the slip.
"I'm going to take this off now, Don, and show you some more nice things. Would you like that?"
"Yeah, Jane, I'd like that a lot. Will you really do it?"
Instead of answering, she smiled. Her hands began to raise the slip. Slowly, evenly, it climbed above her knees so that he saw the swell of the dusky shaded nylons to their fully expanded tops. As the slip continued to climb, his eyes feasted on the pure white of her thighs, the beginning of the black nylon panties where the material dipped between her thighs. Still it climbed, over the gentle swell of her belly, up to the fully packed cups of the black bra, up and up until it had been raised over her head and tossed aside.
Don could find no words, he needed none. His eyes spoke volumes as Jane walked slowly back to the table, her lush body moving with fluid action under the scanty webs of black nylon. He saw the contrast of the black panties and nylons against the white of her thighs, broken only by the narrow, taut strip of suspender.
As he looked up, he found more exciting contrast of white skin between areas of shimmering, swelling nylon. At the top of the bra, the cleavage of her breasts formed their own lush smile of invitation and promise. It was a promise of things he had never known and even now couldn't really imagine.
She saw his mouth moving, knew he was searching for words. She tried to help him.
"Tell me, Don, what would you like to do?"
It helped. He found his voice. "I'd like to touch you. You know, all over."
She moved toward him and stood beside his chair. Her leg brushed lightly against his thigh. She saw his hands move, felt the first touch through the sheer nylons, felt the hands moving, stroking, caressing. Jane had seduced and been seduced by some of the most popular men in town, but she had never experienced anything like this. She was filled with a sense of giving and in doing so, she received something she had never felt before.
"Don," her voice contained the gentle warmth of music, "would you like to take your clothes off now and let me look at you?"
Without a word, he stood and began to undress. He did it without effort, without any attempt at effect, with a child-like simplicity. When he was completely naked, he stood before her awaiting a word of approval.
The simple smile of supplication contrasted with the full maturity of maleness below. At the same time, he was both child and man.
Jane pointed toward the bed. There were no covers on it. There was just the new sheet she had purchased that afternoon. It gleamed white and clean, covering the ugliness of the shabby mattress below as all ugliness had been covered.
"Tell me Don, would you like to get in bed with me, or would you rather we kept on sitting for a while?"
Again there was the pause while his mind fought to marshal thoughts, then translate them into words.
"If we get into the bed, would you still let me touch you and would you take off them purty things and let me look at you all over?"
"Of course, Don. Remember, I told you this was your special time. Anything you want, you can have."
Jane sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand out to him in warm invitation. As he reached the bed, she moved easily to the far side. The rich contours of her lush body became an exotic flower against the sparkling white sheet. As he settled in the bed slightly away from her, she moved toward him, her breasts seeming to hover over him before pressing against his excited body.
For just a few seconds, he lay stiff and motionless, then his hands reached for her, his arms wrapped around her with crushing power. Jane felt the breath forced out of her lungs, waited for the sound that would tell her that ribs had been crushed. In one moment of terror, she realized why Ma hadn't wanted her to be alone with the man.
Don was a gentle creature, kind and without feelings of violence, but his physical development had far surpassed his mental growth.
Her left leg was between his thighs, she moved it upward, not in a kicking motion which she sensed could arouse him to an even more dangerous state, but in a smooth, caressing movement.
The silkiness of nylons and naked skin whispered over his thighs with an electrifying feeling. The smoothness moved all the way up until it reached his most sensitive point. As she continued to gasp for breath, her thigh moved back and forward against him.
With an anxious intake of breath, she felt his body draw into a bow, felt his arms release her. His hands moved over her body in a light, gentle, seeking way.
"Don," she whispered, "you must be very careful. You are a strong man and you hurt me when you hold me tight like that."
She saw the apology in his eyes. "I'm sorry Jane. I didn't mean to hurt you, honest."
She brushed her cheek against his. "I know you didn't, Don, and I know you'll be more careful."
She reached back then and slipped the fastener of the bra, felt it spring loose under the weight of her breasts. Holding the overfilled cups in place, she worked carefully, slipping the straps off her shoulders.
Taking his hand, she guided it to the surface of her right breast. Don felt the cup move under his hand. As he stroked the silkiness, it fell away and the naked breast rose to meet him. For a few moments, his hand caressed the warm mound then, acting with the instinct of a child, his mouth reached for it.
As she cradled his strong, muscular body in her naked arms, his mouth worked over the heaving globe. As the pink tip grew and moved to meet his eager tongue, he became even more excited. He emitted little sounds of hunger and excitement and childish eagerness.
His hand found the other cup of the bra and pushed it away. He toyed with the fullness of breast, at one moment gentle and tender, at the next, innocently rough and hurting.
After a long while, when she felt her breasts would burst under his ministrations, Jane rose a little over him so that her lush body blotted out everything else in the room for him.
"Take my panties off now Don," she whispered huskily, "so you can see all of me."
Jane slithered up toward the pillow. At the same time, she felt him slide downward, felt his hands travel greedily over her body. When the hands reached the panties, they stopped their trip, but did not stop moving completely. The hands sought out the sloping curves, the mounds, the recesses. They lingered where they found the greatest warmth, lingered and stroked until the warmth grew even greater.
She felt herself being pulled easily across his body, felt strong hands begin to move the panties down. He held her so close that she could feel his hot, excited breath on her skin where the panties were beginning their slow descent.
But if Don was being consumed by passion, so was she. She could no longer control the motions of her body. She felt it twisting and writhing and heaving as if it had a mind of its own.
She felt the panties being moved over the mounds of her buttocks, felt his face moving behind his hands so that as she was bared, she was immediately covered again with face and lips and hot exciting breath.
As the panties were pushed even lower, she scissored her legs to force them all the way down and off. She was free now of all encumbering clothing. Her garter belt and nylons remained, but she felt it was better to keep them on. She sensed he would prefer it that way.
His face had moved now from the slopes to the warm inviting valley of her thighs. She had been pulled directly over him, their positions reversed so that as his hands clutched at the fullness of buttocks and probed the shadowy valley, his face was buried in the warmth of her. His tongue was a daring, darting asp which drove her to heights of passion she had never known.
Her body writhed in his grasp, but never escaped it, didn't want to escape. When she expelled her breath in a long sigh of completion, Don released her and looked fearful, alarmed. He didn't want her to scold him, didn't want to know that he had hurt her again.
"Oh Don," she whispered, "that was lovely. That was beautiful." She heard the unevenness of her voice, knew that she could no more control it than she could control her body. In seeking to do him a favor, in acting out of pity, she had reaped the most wildly passionate experience she had ever known. He was so beautifully untutored, so inexperienced and yet so male and so strong. Jane couldn't wait. The experience couldn't be prolonged. Her body could no longer stand the strain of waiting for the ultimate fulfillment.
She reached for him then and her hand wrapped around the throbbing maleness of him. Rolling onto her back, she felt her thighs part even before she willed them to do so. The hungry need had taken complete possession of her entire body and especially that portion of it which most felt the need.
Lying back, looking down over the slopes and planes of her nude body, she saw him loom up between the wide vee of her wide spread knees. Suddenly, he became the biggest man in the world, biggest in every respect.
As she felt his body lower toward the inviting nest of her thighs, she had one final close-up look at that portion of him which could work the miracle of satisfying the unbearable hunger.
There was a hard bumping and probing for a moment, then a flash of pain as his entire body seemed to be filled in one carnal moment. The pain passed quickly, but the sensation of being filled went on and on.
No longer was he the mental defective. Now, he was man. He was all the men who ever lived, doing all the things that only man can do. Now, he was the equal to all men, he was Valentino and Ben Casey and Einstein and Cassius Clay, each at their best.
What a perverse nature had taken from him in one department, she had compensated in another.
The simple farm boy had achieved his moment of brilliant glory like a meteor streaking brilliantly through the night sky, for its moment of splendor drawing attention from all the planets. Who would say that the one brief moment of glory is less than a lifetime of mediocrity. Not Jane.
As her lovely body rocked under the delicious battering of his driving maleness, she had been transported beyond any heights she had ever experienced, ever imagined. Never had her body been so filled with man, never had she been so completely manipulated, so thoroughly possessed, so truly and completely taken.
Jane had lost all sense of time. It seemed, somehow, that this carnival of lust had been going on for hours now, but she knew that had to be wrong. She had seen his state, she knew that he could not possibly sustain it for more than a few minutes, and yet, he seemed to go on and on. It was as if it would never end and she hoped it never would.
But all thoughts were torn from her as she plunged into another thrill of completion. She screamed her delight, but her hands and legs clasped him so that when he would have retreated in terror, she held him to her and reassured him with her body that her scream had not been one of protest or of describable pain.
Still he drove and plunged, still the mythological god of lust battered and caressed her body in the same ritual dance of unbridled lust, the same continuing carnival of carnality. Still her eager young body rose to meet each charge of his manhood and fell back in willing submission under the attack that could not be withstood.
With a glad, animal cry of exultation, he threw his full weight on her and she felt the muscle and steel of the man crush her into a happy oblivion. As he spent his monumental strength into her, she was filled with all the fires of hell, all the perfumed balms of the orient, her world was filled with beautiful lights, exciting yet restful music of a million violins, giant breakers crashed on rocky shores and receded in faint trickles along sun warmed, golden sand.
Under the spell of the moment of majesty, her own body found strength to express another peak completion and the pleasures and the pleasurable pain were doubled and tripled and magnified to the millionth power.
Her arms dropped back to the bed, her legs fell weakly, his massive frame rested on her with a weight that was both heavy and light. She heard and felt sounds of heavy breathing but could not be sure whether they were his or hers.
It didn't matter though. After all they had shared, breathing too was a shared thing. It was something that happened somehow and somehow, both lived as a result.
To her surprise, Jane found strength enough to swing her legs over the side of the bed and reach to the table for the bottle of champagne. She poured what was left into two cups and passed one to Don. He took it from her eagerly as he had taken and given everything.
It was too warm, but that didn't really matter. It still bubbled and still retained some of its original taste and that was enough.
Don sat up beside her as they drank, and she began to say the things that had to be said.
"You know, Don, I'll be leaving in a little while."
She saw his face fall, saw the look of boyish happiness vanish to be replaced by one of bleak disappointment.
"Try to understand, Don, I can't really stay here. I have a life of my own to live in my home. I have my family and my friends and I have to go back to them now. Just think of the nice things that happened, try to stay happy remembering them."
He looked at the pile of clothes on the chair, picked up the bra and panties from the bed, held them for a moment, then added them to the rest.
"Will you be taking all these with you?" His voice was that of a very little boy who sees Christmas ending and fears that it will never come again.
"No Don, I'm leaving them all for you. Understand now, they are yours. You don't have to let anyone take them from you. Every time you look at them or touch them, you can remember the nice things we did tonight." She honed that would help, hoped he would be able to find his own type of solace from them.
His smile began to return. It wasn't what it had been earlier, but it was still a smile anyway. She had brought something beautiful into his life and now she was preparing to take it away. The things she left behind would have to do.
From a chair on the far side of the room, she picked up her bra and dress. She tucked the now sensitive breasts into the cups of the bra and winced a little at each touch. She pulled the dress over her head and let it fall over her.
Jane picked up her shoes and sat to slip them on her feet. As she felt the nylon, she stopped and looked at the man who sat on the bed looking at her with big, sad eyes.
She dropped the shoe and reached under her dress for the fastener of the garter belt. Unfastening it, she let it fall and began unrolling the long, dark nylons. When they had both been removed, she slipped her feet into the shoes and felt the coolness of the leather on her warm, bare feet. Moving slowly, she walked to the table by the bed and dropped the nylons and garter belt on top of the pile. His look of love was reward enough.