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Chapter 2

The Girls of Chancey College

"The orange dress had a marvelous neckline, just low enough to be interesting, yet modest enough to make the interesting part look accidental. On the other hand, the plum outfit was a little more sophisticated. It was impossible to choose between them, so I finally decided to wear my pink print. It would show off my long, black hair best.

"Satisfied, I undressed quickly hoping the bath water hadn't cooled too much. It turned out to be just right. Gratefully I leaned back in the tub, allowing the bubbly water to envelop me to my shoulders. In the privacy of the steamy bathroom, I silently admitted that I felt a little nervous. After all, this would only be my second date since coming to Chaney College, and the first one had been such a disaster.

"It seemed likely that most girls would be nervous about making a good start, the right impression, at a school like Chaney. It was such a great f school, so beautiful and intimate. The entire student body was only three hundred, and it was more like being privately tutored than attending classes. Each student had a private room, and it was made clear from the start that Chaney offered nothing in the way of baby-sitting services-a student was treated as another adult, left to do as he pleased as long as no one else was hurt or the order of the institution wasn't disrupted. There were no housemothers or other watchdogs-we were expected to conduct ourselves as civilized ladies and gentlemen. I was absolutely thrilled to be going to such a school, but, as I said before, damned nervous about the kind of impression I was making.

"Maybe I was more self-conscious, because I didn't really belong at a school like Chaney. My being here was a fluke. My grandmother died the year before, and she'd surprised everyone by leaving me enough money for a really good college with all the extras. She had gone to Chaney as a girl, while her parents still had money, and somehow through the hard years she had managed to hang on to enough to make it possible for her only granddaughter to do the same. Her will didn't say the college had to be Chaney, but I decided at once that I'd gladly relive Grandma's happiest days for her. But when I made those plans, I wasn't thinking of how little my life had prepared me for a school like Chaney.

"I was one of those girls who developed late. I was a skinny kid, with too big eyes and spider legs and arms. When the other girls my age were sprouting breasts and hips, I was still flat all over. Then, when I was almost fifteen, I suddenly began to fill out. It happened so fast that I almost felt as if I was looking at myself through one of those speed cameras whenever I looked into a mirror. It was great.

"No one had ever asked me for a date before my sudden change, but I achieved instant popularity afterwards. Maybe other girls would have accepted this changed status easily, but I knew that inside I was still the same girl, and I always felt insecure, and I tried very hard to please, to make up for any deficiencies I might have. Instead of Carole, my name should have been Avis-I tried harder.

"Being popular in my hometown had a lot to do with being an exciting date, and sex was the other word for excitement. There was a fine line drawn between being an exciting date and being a little tramp. Those that fell into the tramp category went out a lot, all right, but they were also something of a joke. The idea was to allow a lot of fooling around, but to keep from actual intercourse. The competition was keen, and most dates turned into wrestling matches at the end. Still, I was so thrilled to be asked out at all I was only too happy to go along with the local games.

"My parents owned a small bookshop in the downtown area of town, and they were pretty busy most of the time. We lived in a nice enough apartment, I guess, and I never really thought about how wealthy people lived except when Grandma would begin to talk about her youth, and how she grew up in a house like the ones in The Gardens. The Gardens are a section of town filled with big estates. It was where the owner of the factories lived, and the doctors, and the owners of the big department stores on First Street. There was a private school over there, and a separate high school, but we never even saw the pampered offspring of those people. They simply didn't exist in our real world. It never occurred to me that going to school at a place like Chancy would be like being plunged into the middle of the protected and manicured hedgework surrounding The Gardens. I doubt if I'd have gone if I'd thought it all out first -here I was, an insecure kid in my own environment, daring to tangle with a whole bunch of kids who lived in a world I knew nothing about.

"Part of the reason I didn't think much about the kind of people I'd run into at Chaney was Ron. I'd begun going out with Ron in my senior year, and from the start Ron was special.

"Until then, I always wondered what it would feel like to fall in love-if I'd know it right away or not. Well, before our first date had ended I knew that I loved Ron, but it wasn't until we'd been going out for nearly a month before I was sure he felt the same. We started going steady just because neither of us was the least bit interested in anyone else.

"Our plan had been to graduate and go to the State college together, until the reading of Grandma's will. Ron was upset when I told him I was going to Chaney instead, but my mind was set. I think deep down that I felt that my life would never be anything other than rather ordinary-I'd marry Ron, we'd have children and enjoy a good life together, but that was all. Like Grandma, I wanted something in the past that I could think back to with joy, something special. Attending a select school like Chaney would be it. Still, I loved Ron, and I didn't want him to be unhappy. So I suggested we go out and celebrate that night.

"'We could go to the lake,' I offered lightly. The lake was actually little more than a large pond, but Ron's family had a small cottage out there. He'd suggested going there more than once. The whole thing was a front for going to bed. Until the night of my inheritance I'd refused. But suddenly I wanted Ron to be as happy as I was- more, I wanted him to be mine in as many ways as possible. I wanted to be sure he'd remember me when I was two states away from him.

"Ron cheered up immediately. 'Do you mean it, Carole?'

"Laughing, I nodded, but my head was filled with the shopping I'd have to do, the plans I had to make.

"The night was especially beautiful, and I enjoyed the ride to the lake. Ron had splurged and bought us dinner at a good steak house, and both of us were feeling pretty good as we pulled up in front of the cottage. Taking care of first things first, he got busy with a fire, and soon the one room cabin was warm.

"Feeling very womanly, I'd told my parents that I was spending the night with a friend. I had my prettiest nightie in a small bag, and I sat staring at the fire while Ron worked at it, my thoughts calm and happy. I felt as if I were starting my life all over again, this time as a pretty, secure young woman. After all, I was going off to an exciting college with a new wardrobe, a college where I could get a new start. And in the background would be Ron, waiting for me, loving me, getting his education for our future.

"Ron took me into his arms, locking his lips to mine. It was a sweet, gentle, loving kiss. 'I can't believe we're really here, Carole. Or that you won't bolt and run away this time.'

"Although he said it with a grin, I knew Ron was still sore deep down because I'd had something of a reputation for being pretty free on my dates, and the one time Ron had attempted to slip his fingers inside my panties I'd pushed him away and walked home. But that, I thought, was one of the highlights of going steady-not having to play sex games all the time. The funny thing was that Ron assumed that it was coldness that made me leave his arms that night.

"I'd have died rather than tell him, but after that night with Ron I'd actually tossed and turned most of the night long with desire, unable to sleep until finally, in desperation, I'd reached under the blanket and played with myself until sweet release finally came. Nearly three years of getting worked up only to force myself to turn off was a drag, yet the desire to 'save myself was almost as strong as the need to retain my 'exciting date' status. That was one of the reasons I'd decided on spending the night with Ron at the cottage-it was time to stop playing games? We belonged to each other, and I had no doubts that after college we would be married.

"I dropped my hand to his lap and pressed softly. 'I promise I won't run…'

"He kissed me again, only this time his lips were hard against mine. His tongue snaked between my lips and filled my mouth.

"I pushed him away, giggling like an excited little girl. 'Why don't you get the bed ready while I get undressed? We have all night, you know.'

"After another quick kiss, Ron let me go. I took my bag and disappeared into the bathroom. I was absolutely relaxed and happy, and I dressed quickly, slipping into my sheer nightie like an eager bride.

"Ron had converted the divan into a double bed and was adjusting the blankets by the time I came out of the bedroom. He just stared at me for a long minute.

"There was a tall mirror on the wall and I glanced into it, as if the look in Ron's eyes wasn't reassuring enough. I looked small and lovely in the mirror, with my long, black hair loose around my shoulders, and the sheer white and rosebud pink nightgown barely covering my curves. My nipples showed through the fabric as a deeper rose color, and the dark triangle of my pubic curls was a deep shadow beneath the gown. I was pleased that my looks affected Ron so strongly. Only the light from the crackling fire illuminated the room.

"Ron held out his arms and I moved into them. We kissed, then he pushed me back on the bed, his eyes never leaving my body. His fingers, shaking slightly, got busy with his own clothing.

"I watched as he removed his things, flushing a little as he finally loosened his pants and dropped them. I'd touched him before, fleetingly, but always through his trousers. Those brief contacts had not been enough to prepare me for the size of him. Oh, I'd seen a number of other males-on those dates before Ron there was always someone trying to impress me by unzipping themselves and pressing their tools into my hand. But Ron was big-and he was stiffly ready even before he was fully unclothed. I looked at that rod of his and hesitated uncertainly. But then Ron was easing into bed next to me and I forgot everything except the reality of his lips on mine.

"His tongue moved over mine wetly as his hands reached down and tried to touch me all over at once. He pushed aside the straps of my gown and soon had both hands cupped around my naked breasts.

"'My God, Carole, darling. You're so sweet-so soft. So wonderful.' His hands tightened around my tits and he began to move his naked body over my barely clothed flesh. 'Carole… Carole… ' he groaned over and over, working my nipples with his rough fingers.

"I was a little apprehensive about his eagerness. Take it easy, Ron, darling,' I urged, touching his hair lovingly while attempting to ease my body from under his. 'We have all night long. Just kiss and hold me awhile, okay?'

"He nodded against my shoulder, quieting as if suddenly aware that he had been pressing his cock against my thighs long before I was ready for any such action. He was very hard at that point, and I could feel his dick throbbing against my leg.

"'I want you to go slowly, darling, so we can enjoy every bit of it,' I whispered to him, again feeling very grown-up and sure of myself. Actually, that pulsating tool of his worried me more than I'd cared to admit to myself. It felt like a third leg between his thighs, and I couldn't imagine taking it up that virgin slit of mine. Still, I was ready to give it a try, after a bit more of a warm-up, that is.

"Ron went back to kissing me, this time moving his mouth to my ears, chin, neck and finally, my nipples. He sucked each, slowly at first, then with increasing force.

"This I loved. Most of the boys I'd been out with had managed a minute or two of such action, and it always had taken my strongest willpower to force them to stop. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and let them tongue and suck my sensitive nipples as long as they wanted to. I began to moan softly as Ron worked on them for me. My body gradually relaxed all over and I felt a familiar warmth in my belly. A hot slickness began to build between my thighs and I arched my back and rocked gently from side to side, feeding him first one nipple, then the other, holding the abandoned breast with both my hands until it was again claimed by his hot mouth. All the while Ron's hands were sliding all over my nakedness under the filmy gown, molding around my hips, following the indentation of my waist, reaching down to fondle handfuls of my ass cheeks, and finally, slipping between my legs, brushing away the dark curls in order to find and finger my stiffening clitoris and juicing hole. He was doing it right at last, and my sighs and groans told him just how much I was loving what he was doing to me.

"Finally, his mouth pulled away from my breasts and he got busy freeing me from the gown which was now twisted around my hips. At last it was on the floor next to the bed and Ron was mounting me.

"I fought down a desire to ask him to wait just a bit longer. After all, I was excited and ready. I could feel the sticky juices of my own desire on the insides of my thighs. It was time.

"Ron eased between my thighs smoothly. 'Open your legs all the way, Carole, honey. Put them up around my back. Don't fight me, baby. I love you…'

"Fighting off a touch of panic, but still ripe and ready, I did as he asked, my heart hammering in my chest as I felt him use his hand to line his cock up with my tight cunt.

"His excitement was so strong I could feel it even over my own. ‘Is this really your first time, Carole, darling? Am I really the first guy to shove his dick up that tight hole of yours?' he asked as he started to push into me. His voice was more like a groan.

"'Yes!' I answered, panting and attempting to retreat a bit as he pressed against me. The head of his dick was into me, and the pressure was painful already, in spite of my slick readiness. 'Go slow, baby, please… ‘

"I don't even know if he heard me. For a moment he couldn't seem to make any progress. He was lodged into me only an inch or two. But he suddenly jerked back a little, then lunged forward, and with one terrible plunge he was ripping into me, filling my tightness with his huge shaft, forcing inch after inch into my protesting channel.

"I screamed and struggled to get away, but the mattress under me held me still, defenseless against the cock that shot farther and farther into me with each twitch of his slim hips. All traces of my desire were swallowed up in the pain, so that I was uselessly pounding against his hips with my heels, against his broad shoulders with my fists. 'Don't! Please, don't! Stop! Ron! It hurts!'

"But he didn't stop moving until he was in me all the way. Then he rested against me, breathing hard, his mouth kissing the dry corners of my mouth as if nothing was wrong. He speared my mouth with his tongue, burying it into my throat as his cock was buried deeply into my sore and aching cunt. 'It'll feel good in a while,' he whispered, kissing my ear.

"'Take it out, Ron,' I whined, 'it hurts too much.'

" 'Just relax, honey… ' He shivered a little, and I could feel the throbbing in my pussy without knowing how much of it was his pulsating cock and how much was the stretched-walls' painful protest. Then he began to move in me again, this time more slowly.

"At first it just ached, but after a few more thrusts I went kind of numb-I ceased feeling much of anything. I remained under Rod, not moving much at all, only when his weight forced me to respond. I just was there, a hole for him to plug with his massive shaft, my legs still around him, my arms limply around his neck. When finally he came in me, shooting his cream into my womb with a deep moan, I was glad it was almost over. He slipped out of me finally, rolling to my side. I felt slightly battered, as if I'd been hit by an unexpected car and was waiting for someone to tell me if I was or was not going to live. But that was mostly on the head level-my body ached, and I could hardly bring my thighs together.

"Afterwards, Ron was gentle again. ‘Hey, I know that was kind of rough on you, honey, but it'll be much better next time, I promise.'

"I'm absolutely sure there wouldn't have been a next time if it wasn't for a sudden inspiration on Ron's part. He kissed my cheek, then pushed away the covers and looked down at my naked body. Then he bent down and kissed my breasts, then my belly. 'I'm sorry I hurt you, Carole.' He kissed me lower, beneath my indented navel. 'So sorry, sweetheart.' His lips brushed my dark matted hairs. ‘I'll kiss it better, baby…'

"I moaned weakly as his warm lips touched the puffy head of my still extended clitoris. Instantly I could feel a fresh rush of juices rise between my legs. Then his mouth kissed my bruised vagina. Again I groaned, only this time there was no mistaking the pleasure and new desire in my groan. Aware, Ron brought his face to my cunt again, this time kissing harder, his lips moving over my clit. I thought I would pass out from a shock of ecstasy far sharper than the agony I'd felt from his big cock.

"Inspired, Ron reached down, grabbed my balled-up nightie and brought it between my thighs, catching and mopping up his own cream in the filmy garment. Then, throwing it down again, he lowered his face once more to my pussy, and this time shoved his tongue into the opening so recently widened by his prick. I went wild.

"Suddenly all the desire I'd felt before Ron had mounted me returned, and even the persistent ache in my crotch receded. I was aware only of the silky tongue straining into me. It was wonderful.

"By backing my hips slowly into the mattress, I was able to lead Ron's tongue up the narrow pathway to my clitoris. Once there, his tongue slowly began to lap at the hard marble of flesh, to my obvious delight. He'd only run his tongue over the sensitive prong a dozen or so times when I suddenly grabbed for his blond hair and exploded into a series of spasms that forced my body to double with the intensity of the sensation. His mouth fastened around my clit just as I came, and the gentle sucking motion almost drove me out of my mind.

"I fell asleep in his arms afterwards, my mind reliving my first oral-sexual experience. I promised myself it wouldn't be the last, either.

'That was before I went to Chaney College, too, before I knew anything about that scene. It was like a prophetic orgasm."

The dating ritual in America has in recent years, and in certain sectors of the society, undergone considerable, if not radical change. However, as this case so clearly illustrates, for most young people the sexual taboo is still strongly implanted within the individual.

From the outset, Carole shows high aptitude as a dating game player. Everything from dress codes to undressing codes proves her to be a product of her environment in its most conventional sense. In short, she is a conformist and must eventually suffer the psychological consequences-the penalties of conformism.

In her book Male and Female, Margaret Mead outlines the profound causes and effects of this unique cultural conditioning, a conditioning which de-emphasizes the natural bodily aspects of sexuality, and substitutes a rather complex pattern of behavior in which the mutual and healthy attraction of the sexes becomes hopelessly enmeshed with notions of achievement, reward and punishment.

Carole chose to open her narrative by describing the dressing ritual, the necessary preparations for "the right impression." Let us take a look at Mead's analysis of this peculiar American phenomenon called dating:

The game is described as dating; boys take out girls, girls have to be asked, boys have to ask, both must dress correctly according to the adolescent styles of the moment, the date must be conducted in some way so that it can be known to the rest of the group-otherwise it doesn't count. The long association of courtship and costume through the ages rather obscures the issue here. Because dating and dressing are so closely associated, the assumption is that it is courtship. But men have worn war-paint to impress their enemies or their male comrades, and women have done battle against their own sex in pearls and ostrich-feathers, before now. The clothes, the flowers, the dancing, are all part of the game, but they are to be equated neither with courtship nor with behavior that is primarily sexual, although the pattern of dating does, in the end, have a profound effect on the later relationships of men and women in America.

If clothing and appearance are not part of courtship in the traditional sense, as Mead clearly indicates, then why so great an emphasis in this area?

Predictably, the answer is to be found, not in the adolescent psyche, but in the parents who mold their children into what Mead calls "little potential bundles of high achievement."

In this process, sex and the body have very little to do with dating. It is the situation that counts. Being seen with the right person, making the right impressions in school or office, wearing the right clothes, bathing with the right soap, using the popular deodorants-all these patterns are derived from the competition for "situation," and must affect a person in later life.

Here is how Carole fits into this American mold. First, she is interested in "being popular," meaning she is careful of her "reputation," her situation-all of which adds up to middle class respectability. Second, she is living a competitive life-style, which means she is afraid of what others will think of her, and all social action is calculated according to notions of advantage. Third, Carole is envious of girls in better homes, schools, cars, etc. Her relationship with Ron is typically superficial; in fact, it is not a love relationship at all, but strictly a formalized game which ends as soon as a better situation manifests itself.

The next question: How does all this social manipulation and mis-education affect the normal sexual impulse in young people? Again, Mead provides us with an interesting and perceptive observation:

… we actually place our young people in a virtually intolerable situation, giving them the entire setting for behavior for which we then punish them whenever it occurs. The curious adjustment that American culture has made to this anomalous situation is petting, a variety of sexual practices that will not result in pregnancy. Technical virginity has become steadily less important, but the prohibition of extramarital pregnancy remains. Petting is the answer to the dilemma. But petting has emotional effects of its own; it requires a very special sort of adjustment in both male and female…

"I thought about Ron and that first night as I relaxed in the bathtub. There had been many other nights since then, and I'd come to love the touch of his flesh against mine, knowing where it was leading. I never got over dreading his big cock, though, but on our second night I'd found a way of avoiding all that.

"'We don't want to get knocked up, do we? Besides, you're too damned big. It hurts,' I objected.

" ‘There's a dozen ways to avoid pregnancy these days, Carole. And as for the other-well, once you loosen up a little it'll stop hurting. And the only way to loosen up is to do it. So… ' He grinned as he countered my arguments.

" ‘I really don't want to, Ron. Besides, we don't have one of those dozen ways with us, do we?'

"His good nature dissolved. 'So what am I supposed to do tonight? Play with myself?'

"But I had already worked that out in my mind. 'Just close your eyes and you'll see, Ron.' I purred. Hoping I'd do as well for him as he had done for me the first time, I lowered my head to his flat belly and tightened my grasp around his swollen cock. Then, after wetting my lips with my tongue, I began to suck his prick into my mouth.

"'Oh, shit!' he moaned, his hands going to my head. 'Oh, wow, Carole! That feels so good!'

"Pleased, I took as much of his huge dick as I could, then slowly forced it back out of my mouth, sucking him back inside me before he'd completely escaped. Every move I made was rewarded by his encouraging groans. I had a feeling talking Ron out of fucking me wouldn't be so difficult any more.

"I'd given Ron my word that I wouldn't get involved with anyone at Chaney, but we'd agreed it was foolish to expect each other not to date. So, with a relatively clear mind I went confidently off to college.

"Chaney was outwardly exactly what I thought it would be, practically down to the last blade.of manicured grass. But the other students threw me. This was the world of money and more money, and while I should have realized that for the most part a plush school like Chaney would be attended by rich kids, I somehow hadn't thought it would make such a difference. I was at the school less than a week when I realized that everything about these people was different-from the food they ate to the sports they liked to the way they got their kicks. The second night there a few of the girls invited me into their room to smoke some pot! I got away with faking a little sophistication, and for the first time in my life I was glad that I was naturally more of a listener than a talker. I'd have put my foot into my mouth a dozen times in that feline bull session.

"Before I retreated to my room, one of the girls, Lorna, asked if I'd go out with a friend of her boyfriend's that weekend. I agreed gratefully, and, with great innocence and an eagerness to be accepted into the social life at school, I prepared for my date.

"My date turned out to have more arms than an octopus and a hell of a lot less charm. When it finally got through to him that I wasn't going to give in, he angrily pulled a good-sized erection from his pants and asked me what he was supposed to do about that.

"Enough to say that I gave him a few suggestions. He deposited me back at the house shortly after that, and along with my irritation and dislike for my date, I was horribly disappointed that my first date had been such a disaster. All my insecurity of my childhood days seemed to return, and a fierce desire to be accepted at any cost blazed in me, to the point that if my date had returned a moment after he left and asked to fuck me I might easily have given in, after all.

"I'd expected Lorna to be outraged at me, though, especially since she was the one who got me the date. Instead, she looked at me oddly after I'd related the catastrophic facts of the evening.

"'Are you a… a virgin, Carole?' she asked finally, mouthing the word as if it were somehow not quite nice. For once I was pleased at the answer I could honestly give.

"'No, But that doesn't mean… ‘

"She smiled. 'No. That doesn't mean you have to put out to every date. But, you know, Chaney is away from everywhere. If our boys don't have-‘ again she smiled, '-an outlet, shall we say, what are they to do? Pick up on the hick girls in town?' She laughed. 'That could be a social disaster. There are better ways of keeping everyone happy.'

"Lighting a cigarette, Lorna then proceeded to tell me what I could have done to satisfy my date. She talked of sucking a boy off as casually as she'd talk of smoking a cigarette. It was obvious that that was a standard way of dealing with such matters at Chaney.

"'You certainly couldn't get pregnant, you keep your date happy, and you don't even have to muss your clothing, if you don't wish to.'

"I must have looked strange, because her eyes narrowed slightly. 'Are you shocked, Carole? I mean, after all, today is today. These things were shocking twenty years ago. But today?'

"I blushed deeply at her mocking tone. 'I'm not shocked, Lorna.' Already feeling as dumb as possible, I pretended to be actually amused. Smiling brightly, I shrugged. 'Actually, I'm damn good at it. I'm not sure my date deserved such a treat.'

"Lorna looked at me uncertainly, then grinned. 'You're okay, Carole. Tell you what-next weekend I'll fix you up with Richard. ‘I've gone out with him myself. He's really okay. Deal?'

" 'Deal.' Then I faked some work I had to do, in order to be alone and think things out. After she was gone, I sat down and wondered at the fact that the far-out sex I'd enjoyed so much with my boyfriend was as common in my new world as a handshake in my old one. I had a feeling that I'd make out fine in my new environment, after all.

"Still, as I regretfully let the water out of the tub, I felt a flare-up of the old anxiety. I didn't want to ruin this date. I suspected it would be very easy to become the joke of Chaney College, the poor girl here by a fluke, unable to hold up her end of a date.

"Richard liked the pink print dress. His eyes were full of approval as we started out for the car. Then he stopped. 'Didn't you have a bag?'

" 'A bag?'

" 'Oh, God!' Elaine, two steps ahead with her date, Clarkson, brought her fingers to her mouth. She was filling in for Lorna, who had been called home on some emergency during the week. ‘Lorna told me to make sure you understood we'd be gone all weekend! Come on, Carole, I'll help you throw some things together. We'll be back in a few minutes.' She grabbed my hand and raced towards my room.

"'Sorry, Carole, I'd forgotten you're new here. Practically everyone knows that a date for the snow lodge means a weekend.' She freely dived through my things, choosing a number of outfits and underthings, quickly rounding up enough clothes to see me nicely through a weekend.

"I was confused, but Elaine explained as she neatly folded clothing and fed it to a suitcase. The guys get together and rent several cabins in the mountains year-round. Some of them actually go for the skiing, but most of the fellows just use the cabins for fun weekends. It's sort of a compliment to be invited for a weekend. Richard asked Lorna to fix it up with you. Are you ready? I think I packed enough of everything. Oh, your toothbrush!'

"I grabbed the toothbrush, packed it, and we were soon in the expensive car and on our way to the mountains. We stopped for dinner at a, nice restaurant, and, as if to make up for lost time, Richard stepped hard on the gas pedal. It took us a little less than two hours to reach the cabin.

"I don't know what I'd expected, but the cabin was more like a lodge, with three large bedrooms, two baths, a beautiful living room complete with a natural stone fireplace, a furry rug and a huge expanse of glass and overlooking snowy wilderness. It was my first real exposure to the little extras money could supply, and I liked it. I wanted to be able to look back on many weekends in places like this.

"The kitchen was modern and fully equipped. Elaine got busy brewing some coffee, and Richard brought out a bottle of good Irish whiskey. It gave the coffee a lovely aroma. We drank slowly while Clarkson made a fire. I smiled at Richard over the coffee cups, secretly pleased he turned out to be so good-looking, tall and blond and sure of himself. Somehow, it felt right just being with him, as if it were impossible for Richard to do anything wrong. I also studied Clarkson, another handsome and somehow confident young man. He caught my eye on him and returned my smile. Elaine smiled at me, too, her large gray eyes excited and happy, as if she'd looked forward to this weekend for a long time.

"'We've hardly said two words to one another all evening,' Richard commented, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"I grinned. 'I'm not terribly talkative. Do you mind?' I leaned back against his arm.

"He laughed. 'My favorite type of woman!' He got up, refilled our cups, then settled down next to me again. We began to talk in low voices, about school, some of the girls I knew, about some books we've both read. Then I realized Elaine and Clarkson were very quiet. I glanced over and watched them. They were kissing passionately and Clarkson's hand was inside Elaine's blouse, kneading the bare flesh.

"Richard's eyes followed mine, His arm tightened around my shoulders. Then his mouth was by my ear. 'That's better than whiskey for getting warm.'

"I returned his kiss willingly. It was several minutes before I was able to peek over at Elaine and Clarkson again. They were still locked together, only this time Clarkson's other hand was up Elaine's skirt. As I watched, Clarkson pulled away and got to his feet.

"'Time to hit the sack, huh?' He helped Elaine up. As she slowly got to her feet I saw an exquisite slice of her naked breast. Again, Richard followed my glance. 'I bet yours are even nicer,' he whispered, kissing me again, his lips hot now.

"We stayed by the fire a while longer, enjoying the warmth while we kissed. Then Richard reached for my breasts. He squeezed them softly. 'Come on, baby, let's try out that nice bed in there.'

"I felt a small moment of panic. 'Richard-I should have told you… I don't… I won't… Richard, I won't let you fuck me.'

"He smiled. 'Is that the only thing you won't let me do to you?'

"I looked up at him, but he was serious in spite of the smile. I nodded.

"'Then let's go.' He held my hand and led me up the stairs.

"My suitcase was neatly deposited against the wall in a large bedroom. Suddenly, I realized I didn't really need half the things I'd brought, especially the night things.

"Richard undressed me quickly. 'Um, nice,' he commented, removing my bra.

"I arched my back and let him stare and play with my breasts. They were full and taut, and I was proud of them. 'Very nice,' he added, sucking a tip into his mouth.

"Richard led me to the bed when I was stripped down to my panties. Then he skinned out of his own things, throwing them carelessly over the back of the chair. His cock was halfway erect, long and nested by blond hairs. He pulled the blankets over us and pulled me to him.

"'Brrr, it's cold! But this is nice…' He kissed me again, slow and sweet, unhurried, sure of himself, sure of me.

"Suddenly it felt very good to be in bed with a man, and I admitted to myself that I didn't mind so very much that it wasn't Ron. I liked Richard, he kissed good, and we understood each other. I returned his kiss fully, rubbing my naked tits against his chest as he pulled off my panties.

"'You don't mind about the not fucking bit?' I asked timidly, really curious.

"He shrugged, 'Should I? Listen, fucking is fun, but I like girls who use real talent. You have a good mouth for sucking cock.' With that, he urged my head down towards his belly.

"I kissed a wet trail down to Richard's cock, then ran my tongue over the head. During the months with Ron I'd become pretty good at it.

"'You like to tease, huh?' Richard grabbed me and rolled over, positioning himself over my body. Then he began to trail his tongue over my flesh, starting with my stiffening nipples and ending up on the insides of my thighs. I liked what he was doing, so I lifted my hips to his face. But Richard kept evading me, moving back as I strained toward him. It was an exciting game, especially since his hands were all over my body as his mouth teased but eluded me. I felt the sweet warmth rise in my belly.

"We wrestled on the bed awhile, teasing each other until neither of us could stand it any longer. Richard's hard prick was over my face at last, and his own mouth was finally lowering to my crotch. I reached up for him, and just as my mouth closed over his throbbing flesh, his knowing tongue was sipping into my cunt. I arched my back and squirmed until his mouth had found my hardening little clit. Then, sighing with pleasure, I turned my attention to sucking Richard's cock. I'd never done this with Ron, and the novelty of working on Richard while he aroused me was very exciting. I fitted my mouth around his prick and pulled him inside me, making a real effort to concentrate, a difficult chore especially since Richard's tongue was drumming steadily against my most sensitive flesh. I thought suddenly of what he'd said earlier, about real talent.

"I stood it as long as I could, then I had to go slack, even with his dick in my mouth. I couldn't help it, I was coming, and it was all I could do to keep from digging my sharp teeth into his rubbery length. I couldn't even cry out or yell my gratitude. Instead, I dug my fingers into his muscular butt and held on tightly. Finally, the waves passed and I was able to twitch my hips enough to pry myself loose from his wonderful tongue.

"As soon as I could, I got back to work on him. I used my lips, my tongue, my teeth, my throat, working on Richard's big cock like I'd invented the act. I sucked him slowly, teasing him, tickling him, making him cry out, grab for my head, beg me to finish him off.

"'Ooh, baby… Carole, you little bitch! No! No, don't stop… don't stop, baby… Oh, yes, that's it. No, no, don't… yes… keep that up, baby. Make me come… I'm going to explode right down your throat, Carole. Now! Yes, now… ‘

"I didn't relax my frantic licking and sucking a minute, not even when he started coming, pumping his thick cream down my eager throat. My knowing mouth kept working on him, milking the last drops from his balls. Finally he couldn't stand it any longer and forced my lips away from his shrinking joint.

"We rested awhile, smoking and touching each other. 'I think,' he said finally, extinguishing his cigarette in a large glass ashtray, 'I'd like to make you come without distractions this time. Like this.' He began kissing my body.

"I watched him in the dim light as he traced kisses over my nipples, down my side, across the insides of my thighs and down as far as my ankles. Then, as he slowly began to lick his way back up my legs I found myself going soft and warm all over again. Finally, his blond head hovered over my damp pussy while the very tip of his tongue started to inch up my cunt. He kept tongue-fucking for a few minutes, then moved on to my clitoris. It was stiffly awaiting his kiss, and when Richard began sucking on the tender knob, I began to sob softly, unable to plead with him to stop as I wanted him to never stop. I was fascinated by the cool way he attacked my cunt, forcing an orgasm to build in me even though I'd had one so recently. Finally, there was nothing left for me to do but grab his head and hold tightly as my hips ground into his face, offering up even more of my throbbing flesh to his wildly sucking mouth. I cried out as I came, mindless of the other in the house.

"I'd dozed lightly after that, only to be awakened by Richard's stiff cock pressing against my cheek. During the night we'd sleep, then awaken to tease or play with each other, until, just before dawn, we were fully awake, and again I cried out. But it didn't matter-I made Richard cry out also.

"We awakened sometime in the early afternoon, and when I first opened my eyes I couldn't remember where I was. Then I felt Richard against me and remembered every single detail.

"He woke up then also, blinking sleepily at me as his hand reached out for a cigarette. We grinned at each other as he sat up. Just then Clarkson walked into the room. I would have reached for the blankets but he was totally nude and perfectly relaxed.

"'Wow. It's about time you two revived. We were about to call the undertakers.'

"Elaine came to the door and grinned in at us. The smile was all she wore. 'I made some screwdrivers and eggs. We also found a deck of cards. Anyone up for a game of poker?'

" 'I can come up with a few interesting stakes.' Richard offered, really waking up.

"Elaine's eyes studied my body openly, hotly. 'So can I,' she breathed.

"As I followed the others out of the room I looked wistfully at my still closed suitcase. This would be a weekend to remember, I thought.

"Most definitely a weekend to remember… "

As Margaret Mead observed, the "bounds" set in the petting situation are usually set by the female, and Carole's case conforms to this pattern. The critical issue to remember in American courtship sex is to avoid pregnancy. In this game, whatever meets that requirement works, and in this case, the subject chose the practice of oral sex, both passive and active, to fulfill the needs of the body as well as the demands of society. To show just how prevalent this and related petting techniques are in America, we turn to Kinsey's analysis of sexual behavior:

Oral stimulation of the male genitalia by the female occurs somewhat less frequently than oral stimulation of the female genitalia by the male. Often the female makes such contacts only because she is urged to do so by the male, but there are a few females who initiate such activity and some who may be much aroused by it. A few may even reach orgasm as they manipulate the male genitalia orally. This greater inclination of the human male toward oral activity is duplicated among other species of mammals…

When confronted with these observations, Carole appeared nonplussed; the idea that she could be playing the game in any other way other than it should or could be played she found baffling. To be totally free sexually, to act out her desires completely without fear of censure, seemed to her inconceivable and "tacky" (to use her term) tramp-like behavior. On the other hand, she feels that she cannot function normally without a certain amount of gratifying sexual activity. Unless Carole is able to rise above and understand the nature of her sexual indoctrination, there seems little likelihood that she will develop a mature nonmanipulative relationship.