Peggy was spared these problems. True, she would probably continue to be deviated, but since her deviation could be shared with a partner in marriage there is no reason but to consider hers to be a fairly satisfactory resolution of what could have become a fairly severe difficulty.
CHAPTER FIVE
FRANCES
“It started the night that Don graduated from junior high. I was twelve then. We had been to a party and then came home and went to bed. Mom and Dad were already snoring down in the living room, and they bawled us out for getting home so late, but they were too sleepy to fuss too much and so we just went to bed.
“I usually sleep like a top, but this particular night I was all stirred up because of the party and the fun we'd had there, and I also felt sort of different, this funny feeling that I didn't understand, like I wanted to do something and didn't know what it was.
“Finally, I just got out of bed and padded into Don's room to see if he was awake. I didn't know why the heck I did it, but I just felt like talking or something. I guess it was really dumb. He was awake all right.
“'What the heck do you want?' he said in this real surly voice. I could just hate him sometimes the way he talks to me.
“'Oh, nothing,' I said.
“'Then what are you wandering around for?'
“'I dunno.'
“'That's a stupid thing to say.'
“'Okay, so I'm stupid. You're pretty stupid too sometimes.'
“I started to get mad, but instead of leaving like I should have I sat down on the edge of his bed. 'I was just thinking about some of the stuff at the party,' I said.
“'Yeah, what about it?'
“'Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of different things, like I was wondering what Nealey and Marilyn really did in the closet.'
“'How should I know?'
“'Oh, I bet you know. Boys always know stuff… I guess they were kissing.'
“'Kissing!' he said scornfully. ”
“Then what?'
“'How should I know?'
“'I bet you do know, and I bet it was something bad.'
“He didn't answer me for a minute, and when he did his voice sounded different, sort of tight.
“'What do you want to know for?'
“'You do know what they were doing, don't you?'
“'Okay, so I know what they were doing…'
“'Tell me,' I begged. “'No, you're a girl.'
“'So's Marilyn and she knows whatever it was she did.'
“'You're too young.'
“'I am not. I'm only three years younger than you. Come on, tell me.'
“'If I tell you, you got to promise not to tell anybody else, and especially not Mom and Dad.'
“'Of course not, stupid.'
“'They were fucking.'
“'Huh?'
“'I said they were fucking,' he repeated in this harsh whisper. ”
“Oh…'
“I'd seen the word scrawled on sidewalks, along with a lot of other words, but I didn't know what it meant, although I had an idea. Just hearing him say it gave me this real funny feeling all over.
“'What's “fucking”?' I finally asked.
“'You mean you don't know what it is? Holy cow, but girls are dumb!'
“'What does it mean?'
“I could just make out his face. He was staring at me and sort of wiggling around. J could feel that he was sort of excited and his voice sure was funny.
“'Fucking's what a boy and girl do… He sticks his wienie in her.'
“'Oh… Is that what boys do to other boys, too?'
“'Huh?'
“'I saw you and Chuck in the garage last summer,' I whispered, suddenly remembering something that had been both puzzling and exciting. 'You both had your pants down, and you were bending over and he was sticking his wienie up your rear!'
“'You didn't see anything like that!' he gasped with horror and sat up bolt upright in bed.
“'I did!'
“'Oh, God!' he groaned. “'I didn't tell anybody.'
“'Oh, please don't-please don't ever tell anybody!'
“'I won't, only is that fucking? Is that what Nealey did to Marilyn?'
“'No, I don't know… Look, you've got to promise me you won't ever tell what you saw!'
“'What kind of a ninny do you take me for?' I said. 'How could I ever tell anybody that! Anyway, I still want to know about fucking.'
“'All right, that's one kind of fucking…'
“'A boy can do that to a girl, can't he?'
“'Yeah.'
“'Y'wanna try it?' I found myself whispering in the most seductive tone of voice I could manage. Remembering the sight of Don's bare butt, I really felt excited.
“'Fran!' he gasped.
“'I just wondered,' I said. 'I want to try it.'
“'You do?'
“'Uh-huh!'
“'You sure?'
“'Uh-huh.'
“'You have to get undressed,' he said. His saying that sent a thrill up my back. “'You mean strip naked?'
“'No. Just pull up your nightgown and bend over.'
“I did. I stood up with my back toward him, pulled my gown way up high and just held it there, then I bent down, way down, and waited. I felt him fooling around behind me, poking and pushing around between my cheeks, and then suddenly his wienie slid in and slithered way up my rear. I just about exploded.
“'Wow!' I exclaimed.
“'Is it in?' he asked, a stupid question.
“'I'll say… It's just about up to my throat.' I felt like I'd been speared. I was afraid it would hurt, but it didn't. It just felt weird, this long, warm, wienie just going up in me. I balanced myself by leaning on the bed with my arms while Don started pumping in and out. He'd shove it way up in, pull back, then shove it in again. At first it went in very hard because it was so tight, but he'd put cold cream on his thing and pretty soon it was really sliding in and out like anything and it started feeling good. That was the part that really caught me by surprise. I'd wondered why Don and Chuck had been doing what they did, and why other kids did, too, and I'd figured that the reason was sort of exciting being undressed with another person and fooling around. I never realized how good it felt to have a boy stick his wienie up your rear end. The more Don pumped me and fucked me, the more excited I got, and it felt so
