So it had worked, I thought distantly, as if I were somewhere else watching them and me. So it had worked indeed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Worked? Of course it had worked. And it worked better the next Friday evening, when David and Belinda motored out from town far dinner and drinks. They didn't go home until Sunday evening, and the only reason was that David had work at the office first thing Monday.
Aunt Susan opened up in a big way. And why not? She'd sublimated her natural urges for such a long time. Remember, until that night only one man had ever fucked her, and it was such a traumatic experience that she withdrew into a shell of cold granite. But there were needs and desires inside her, just as there are in all of us, and when those needs and desires found their head she could no more control them than she could request the sun to rise an hour early for her convenience.
I'll never forget the beaming look on her face the lint time she felt the indescribably erotic sensation of being fucked in the cunt by David Rodgers and in the mouth by Lee Kinloch at the same time. Her face was a study in arousal and lustful beauty, and Belinda and I were so excited by it that we threw ourselves upon each other for a 69 that should be in the Guinness Book of World Records.
And so that weekend passed. Aunt Susan tried everything, and she found that she loved it all. Sex was no longer a sadistic torture in her mind – it was the epitome of what life was all about, and she drank it up like a desert wanderer who's found an oasis after waterless weeks. I wondered if she might be a nymphomaniac, but of course she wasn't. She just had a lot of catching up to do.
I got a few cards and letters from Mama and Daddy while they were traveling in Europe, and a couple of long-distance calls, too, and it seemed almost no time at all before my month was up and they'd returned home and I had tb go join them. School was about to begin, too, and the ivied halls were waiting for me to reappear, but I went with a sorried mind.
I was saying good-bye to the most exciting summer of my life. To David and Belinda, whom I loved like brother and sister, and who felt the same about me. To Aunt Susan, as well, and to Lee, who had moved in with her exactly one week after their first night together. They were planning on a winter wedding, if both still agreed by that time, and I was promised the position of maid of honor. Also, I could fuck the bridegroom as many times as I wanted the night before – not to mention the bride, whose cunt was open to me whenever I felt the urge.
It had been a significant summer for me in many ways. Lilly's invitation, for one thing. I had really been on the verge of declaring for lesbianism. In retrospect I couldn't believe it, and I wasn't sure I could explain it to her when I saw her again.
I'd been dissatisfied with my sex life, sure, but dropping guys and going exclusively with girls wasn't the answer. My trouble was that I fucked too many guys for the pure sport of it. From now on I was going to ball only the people I liked. Maybe I wouldn't have as many scalps on my belt, but I was damned sure I'd be having a lot more fun. Sex is dynamite when you do it with someone who means something to you. Otherwise it's just exercise for the organs. Enjoyable, but not an emotional experience at all.
I have a lot of plans, and I had one that should be dynamite. If I gave up my study hall and free period this semester and took two extra classes, I could be finished with high school by Christmas break. Lilly could do it, too. And our grades were good. Why couldn't we enroll as midwinter students at Ohio U.? We could live with Aunt Susan, who had plenty of room and plenty of love to hand around. And if Lee and Aunt Sue and I couldn't make Lilly see the joy of what we had together, well it was just Lilly's hard luck.
It sounds perfect, doesn't it? I'm so anxious to spring it on Lilly. I know she'll go along. She's my best friend, she says she loves me, and I know that she'll follow when I return to Ohio this winter.
After all, it's for her own good. She claims she's liberated, but still she wants to chain both of us into a particular kind of relationship to the exclusion of all other kinds. What's liberated about being chained? Her trouble is that she's never tried sex with a real man. David and Lee will be happy to show her the difference between men and boys, while Aunt Susan, Belinda and I can take cared of any girl play she still wants to indulge in afterward. She's got to understand that she can swing both ways, that she can have her cake and eat it, too. It's going to work and she'll thank me for it.
I can hardly wait till December!
