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THE YEAR OF LIVING
DANGEROUSLY
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
SOAP OPERA
Written by Rick
Archer
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Saturday,
august 5
A date WITH
KAREN
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I was very attracted to
Karen, but cautious at the same time.
I had been
working at the Jet Set for six months. During that time I had heard
some strange rumors, not necessarily about Karen, but things
in general.
That said, I assumed Karen had tales to tell. With a gulp, I
worried that Karen's interest in me
suggested a possible introduction into the
wild and wonderful world of wife swapping. Except that I did not have a
wife to swap. What were the rules and what was I getting myself into?
I was always such a worrier. However, this was Karen's
idea and her husband had okayed it. At least my conscience was clear.
On Saturday night,
August 5, I picked
Karen up at her
house. I even shook hands with Kirk at the doorstep.
This man's behavior made no sense at all. I could not help but think that if I had a wife who looked like
Karen, I would never share her in a million years. With a huge
sense of dread, I drove away for a date with another man's wife.
This was a definite first.
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And so
we headed to
the Pistachio Club for a night of dancing. I
was very curious about something. Was this date
strictly for dancing? Or were post-dancing festivities
included in the package? Since
Karen remained silent the entire trip, there were no clues.
Karen struck me as one of those 'still waters run deep' kind of women.
I could tell she was very nervous, so I left her alone with her thoughts.
Assuming she was
having reservations about what we were doing, I had no idea
how the night would turn out.
Fortunately a
couple of drinks helped reduce the tension. After a
slow start to the night, Karen came to life on the dance
floor. Karen was a good dancer and did very well with the acrobatics I had taught her at
the Jet Set. The combination of Karen's
devastating good
looks and our flashy acrobatics garnered plenty of
attention. That loosened her up as well. Karen enjoyed being the undisputed star of the
night, but then again with her looks I assumed she was used to drawing
considerable interest. Meanwhile the question as to
what was supposed to happen later on remained unanswered.
Mostly we danced, but during the few moments we rested, we talked about how I got
started in dancing and how much did I like teaching.
In general
the conversation stayed polite and superficial. So
far, Karen had said nothing about herself.
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With her
intentions a mystery, I was at a loss for what to do. I am
no mind reader, but Karen was probably on the fence. I
had no idea if she was attracted to me, but her
smiles and good mood suggested it was a possibility.
However, I had not been able to make her laugh. Not a
good sign. I had no idea where her mind was at.
There is
an art to propositioning a woman. In that
case, I was at a real disadvantage. If forced to
guess, mostly it takes guts. I racked my memory.
Given my minimal experience with women, I could
recall only one time when I asked a woman I barely knew to
have sex with me. She turned me down. My past lovers
had been women like
Jenny whom I had gotten to know over a period of time. I wanted to ask Karen to come home with me, but my lifelong
fear of rejection raised its ugly head and prevented me from
broaching the subject. Maybe that was just as well. I decided some things are better left
unsaid. Why ask a controversial question and reveal
that I
was a complete amateur in this delicate area? My
awkwardness would surely put doubt in
Karen's mind as to the wisdom
of what we were doing. I decided to talk about it in the car,
but during the drive I had a better idea.
There is a point
on Loop 610 at the junction of I-10 where a right goes east and a left
goes west. Karen lived west, I lived east. Rather than put her on the spot,
I turned right. I assumed Karen was smart enough to
realize I had taken the wrong direction. Since she never said a word, I took that as
permission.
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Karen
rewarded me with an exquisite night of passion. Karen
was so voluptuous, she should have been a centerfold. Karen did not
say more than 20 words all night, but her
body spoke volumes. The next morning we
made love again.
The ride back to her house
on
Sunday afternoon
was done in silence.
Karen was
deep in thought, so I left her alone. I had no idea why
Karen was so moody, but she clearly did not want to talk.
Maybe silence was expected among wife swappers. The less
said, the better.
When we reached
her house, I
decided to break the silence before I walked her to the door.
I asked Karen if she would like to go
dancing with me again next Saturday. Karen did not respond at first.
Instead she stared out the window. After a long minute of reflection, she finally said
okay. Karen gave
me a brief kiss, touched my hand, smiled at me, then got out of the car.
I rose to join her, but Karen said, "It would be better if
you don't walk me to the door."
I blinked in
surprise, but accepted her decision without protest.
The
Mistress Book had said dancing would help me meet
women. That much came true. However, the book did not say dancing would help me understand
women.
Without a doubt, this had been the most unusual date of my
life.
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July-august
1978
BEAUTIFUL WOMAN #4 OF TEN
MARILYN
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I had a
problem at the studio. The problem's name was
Marilyn, age 18. I was 28. Need I say
more?
Many of
literature's most interesting stories revolve around
coincidence, secrecy and misunderstanding.
My favorite is Romeo and Juliet. It was sheer coincidence that Romeo and
Juliet met under such strange
circumstances. Due to the hostility between
their families, the young lovers were forced to
conduct their romance in secret which in turn led to
fatal
misunderstanding. Romeo poisoned himself under the false
assumption that Juliet was already dead. We
accept convoluted plots like this for the simple
reason that they are vaguely plausible and quite
fascinating. The following tale of Marilyn will not end
in tragedy. However, as convoluted plots go, this
story matches
Romeo and Juliet stride for stride in weirdness.
In
July three very pretty
teenage girls enrolled in
my July-August Beginner Disco
class. Marilyn, Julie,
and Sylvia were long-time best friends
at St. Agnes, a
well-respected Catholic girl's school. Having just graduated, the
young ladies were heading off to college in the Fall.
They took my class to prepare for upcoming school dances.
Following
their 7-8 pm
Beginner class on Mondays,
the three girls liked to hang around and watch the 8 pm Super-Advanced 'Core
Group' show off their dance prowess.
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Marilyn was the
single
biggest headache of my life.
Recently turned 18,
Marilyn was a
young lady with a
grown woman's figure.
At the end of August she would begin her freshman
year
at
St. Thomas University located
here in Houston. Tired of her sheltered
life, Marilyn had a keen interest in putting her amazing
body to good use. All she needed was the right guy. I don't know
why, but Marilyn
chose me.
Marilyn
had a big crush
and wanted us to date.
Marilyn
didn't hint about it either. She came right out
and said so. I wasn't completely against the
idea.
Marilyn was
very smart and quite beautiful.
She was also very sexy. I daydreamed about her all the time.
However, a certain
song from my high school days kept haunting me.
"Young
girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl! You're much too young, girl!"
I hated that
song! Although Marilyn
was legally
old enough to date, I was unable to shake
my conscience free of
the song's message. But, gosh,
Marilyn was so pretty! I was sorely tempted, but that
damn song interfered with my fantasies.
The ten year age difference was too great a gap to overcome.
Memories of Sarah, the Rice freshman from two years ago
reinforced my decision. Sarah had been 8 years
younger. After we started dating, I realized how
vulnerable Sarah was. Fearful of hurting her even
worse if we became more involved, at the advice of my
therapist Gaye, I decided Sarah was not 'Fair Game'.
Sarah took it very hard. How could I forget breaking
Sarah's heart? It broke my heart too. I really
liked Sarah.
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Although Marilyn
behaved
like a spoiled brat, underneath her bravado she was a sweet girl.
Unwilling to risk a repeat of Sarah's
tear-filled collapse over our breakup, throughout July I
told Marilyn she was off-limits.
Marilyn would not listen. Headstrong
and bold, Marilyn was enjoying
her first-ever summer of freedom. The problem
escalated in early August when her parents
left on a weeklong cruise trip. This was the perfect
time for Marilyn to
expand her sexual horizons. To do that she
wanted my cooperation.
I said no a dozen times, but Marilyn refused to quit.
Unwilling to
take no for an answer,
Marilyn chased me harder than any woman I had ever met.
To tell the
truth, I had not expected Marilyn to fight my refusal so
hard.
Once she turned on the charm, I had serious trouble sticking
to my guns. I was learning the hard way that young men
are not properly wired to turn down aggressive women of Marilyn's caliber.
As I had learned from the Gangster women and Belly Dancers, Beauty is a potent weapon in the hands of a
woman willing to use it to get what she wants. One of my problems
was Marilyn's supreme assurance that dating me was the
right thing to do. When she wasn't acting the clown
to get my attention, she seemed much older than 18.
Curious, one night while Marilyn was off dancing with
someone during dance class, I pulled her friend Julie aside.
Julie gave me the inside scoop. She said Marilyn was a
prominent high school heart
throb. Alpha Girl, Prom
queen, cheerleader, honor student, varsity volleyball, you
name it.
And best-looking too. Marilyn was very popular with the
boys. She never lacked for attention. In a flash, I understood where
Marilyn got all that
confidence. Good grief,
Marilyn probably had more dating experience than I did!!
Although we were ten years apart biologically, Marilyn's social
age was close to mine and possibly even exceeded
it. This knowledge caused me to
reevaluate. Maybe Marilyn was Fair Game after all.
I had assumed all teenagers were young and foolish like I
had been, but
Marilyn struck me as
capable of dating an older man.
Quite frankly, if it had not been for my July relationship with
Jenny, I might have given in by now. So far all
Marilyn had said was that she wanted us to date. But I
had a strong hunch Marilyn secretly intended to lose
her virginity. Pretty soon she would have the house to
herself. All she needed now was my cooperation.
Marilyn could care less about my mixed feelings.
If anything, my hesitation turned her on. As I had
learned from Jenny, women love a challenge. This had become
a test of wills and
I was weakening
fast.
Marilyn was so precocious!
If she was this confident, why not take
her at her word?
I was in my late twenties with all the raging lust that comes
with my age. When a beautiful woman comes knocking, a
man's resistance erodes swiftly. I wanted so
much to date her, but didn't think it was right.
Ten years was too big a difference. Unfortunately, I
lacked the strength to put my foot down firmly.
With my libido and conscience
locked in battle
over this dilemma, Marilyn sensed my indecision.
Sensing an opening, exploiting my weakness became a
delightful summer game for Marilyn.
So Marilyn went
to work. Let's overwhelm
Rick's resistance with persistence! Marilyn did
not have
an ounce of pity. Seeing me on the
ropes, she figured it was
a matter of time till I broke. Marilyn had fun
teasing me. She would come up from behind and hug me,
making sure her generous bosom brushed against my arm. I
assumed this was her way of pointing out what I was missing.
Trust me, I had already guessed. Or she would jump in my lap if I was sitting down and pucker her
lips invitingly. I would
get turned on and the
temptation to kiss her was overwhelming. Instead I
would reluctantly push her away and tell her to act her age. It didn't work.
Marilyn was not making this easy. She
would pout
and remind me she was a college girl now.
Marilyn was
quite persuasive. "Rick, I am not only legal, I am old
enough to know what I want. So what's stopping you?
What are you so afraid of? You're missing your big
chance!"
When Marilyn
said that, I raised an eyebrow. Seeing me waver, she
added, "Don't
you want to make a woman out of me?"
At first I
thought Marilyn was just kidding as part of the Game, but the more times she said it,
I was starting to believe she was serious. I might add
that Marilyn was getting increasingly close to being irresistible. I
had sleepless nights thinking about her. This conscience
stuff wasn't easy because Marilyn turned me on so
effortlessly. Marilyn was pleased. She knew I was weakening.
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august
1978,
the disco years
the plot thickens
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Sensing
it was just a matter of time till I gave in, Marilyn maintained
pressure throughout July. Then at the start of
August, her relentless pursuit received a strange
gift.
Thursday,
August 3, was the night Dave, Rodrigo, Thomas and Skeptical Jane paid
their first
visit to the Jet Set Club. To hear the men
brag about it, this had been a life-changing experience. The men
could not wait to return and Jane was willing to
join them.
Unbeknownst to me, the men had big mouths.
Behind my back, they spread
the Legend of the Jet Set to their Monday classmates. The
big reveal took place on Monday, August 7, during the transition
period between my 7-8 class and my 8-9
class. As their classmates arrived, the men
shared their wild adventure.
Embellishing the story at every turn, they soon had
a rapt audience.
The men
were proud of themselves for risking their
virtue at this notorious house of ill repute.
The three men made it
sound like they deserved a medal for
surviving their daring adventure.
Who do you suppose was listening in?
Fascinated by the superior dancing of my 8-9 Super-Advanced
class, Marilyn, Julie and Sylvia had
developed the habit of hanging around to watch.
This explains how the three girls just happened to
overhear the three men reveal the existence of the
forbidden
Jet Set Club.
When Marilyn
overheard the whispers that the
men planned to return, she was overjoyed. Who
knows what possibilities this Land of Debauchery
might lead to? Marilyn
wasted no time. "Hey
girls, let's visit Rick at the Jet Set and see what
happens!"
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It was
not difficult at all to get Sylvia and Julie on
board. They were understandably
curious to
see for themselves
what sort of wild things took place at the
notorious Wife Swap Club.
They agreed to make their move on
the upcoming Thursday, August 10.
Convinced that the Jet Set was exactly the opportunity she had
been waiting for, Marilyn began to scheme.
Marilyn persuaded the two girls to
stick around and watch
the entire 8-9 pm class on Monday the 7th. At the end of
the class, Marilyn asked the girls to wait
just a little longer so she could ask me a question in
private.
There was a
reason behind Marilyn's strategy. Her parents
had left yesterday for a weeklong cruise trip. Since
Marilyn, an only child, had the house to herself, this
represented a Now or Never opportunity. If she was going
to go through with her Grand Scheme, there was no better
time than the present. But first Marilyn had to figure
out how to get me to cooperate. This was her chance to
confront me.
"Rick, you
know how much I want to go out with you, but I am
leaving for a trip to see my grandparents in California
a week from now. After that I will start college.
Is there any way we can go out some night this week?
I would really like that."
Marilyn had
shown interest in me from the moment we met in dance class
back in July. Each week saw an escalation of her
determination to get me to go out with her. However,
since I was dating Jenny at the time, her flirtation had
been easy enough to parry. That changed when Jenny set
me free. Now that Jenny was gone, Marilyn had picked the perfect time
to corner me. I groaned.
Out of curiosity, have my Readers forgotten Karen?
Remember her? We had our first date only two nights
ago. We had another date scheduled for the following Saturday.
And now Marilyn is begging me for me a date. Good
grief, when it rains, it pours. How much experience do
you suppose I had at juggling women? Nil and none.
But just how long would this thing with Karen last?
Karen was, after all, a married woman who was incapable of a
conversation beyond ten words. No matter how much I
was attracted to Karen, I doubted we were traveling the path
to eternity. Furthermore, with Marilyn holding my hand
and beseeching me to hear her out, I was quite vulnerable to
this sexy girl's considerable allure. Still lonely and
frustrated over my bad luck with Jenny, I was very tempted
to say yes. Seriously, without Karen in the back of my
mind, I would not have hesitated to say yes.
Nevertheless, even though my resistance was at its lowest
ebb, I could not get my conscience to allow
me to do this. I decided to put an end to this dilemma right
here.
"Look, Marilyn, I find you
very attractive, but I need for you to be realistic.
Based on your quips and innuendos, it sounds like you are
serious about wanting to date me. I am very flattered by
your interest. However, I AM
ten years older than
you! I feel like I would be taking advantage of you
and that's not who I am."
In a flash,
Marilyn dropped her sexy vixen persona. Before my
eyes, she transformed herself into a sophisticated young
woman whose confidence belied her years. Even her
voice was different. "Okay, Rick, I hear you
and I get it.
I will back off on one condition."
Skeptical, I
replied, "What's that?"
"I want you
to hear me out. I wish to have a private conversation with
you outside the studio. That way I can explain why
I wish to get to know you better. Will you please
grant me that wish? Then if you still feel the
same way, I will back off."
Don't ask me to
explain it. Right before my eyes, Marilyn had turned
from a bratty kid into a grown woman who expressed herself quite well. Given how
much Marilyn intrigued me, I saw no reason why I should let
Karen intrude on my infatuation. Impressed by
Marilyn's candor, I agreed to see her the following night.
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TUESDAY, august 8
DATE WITH
MARILYN
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Marilyn had set
a very clever trap. As I drove to Marilyn's house
on Tuesday night, I
was in the dark on two key details. For
one thing, I had no idea her parents were gone. Nor did I know about Marilyn's Jet Set
plans for the upcoming Thursday.
Since I
taught on Tuesday till 9 pm,
I told Marilyn to expect me at 10. With her parents away, Marilyn was
supposed to be staying at her girlfriend Julie's house in the neighborhood.
Marilyn had a strict midnight curfew, but that was
enough to give her a
narrow window of opportunity. Around 9:30 pm, Marilyn told
Julie's parents she was going
over to her house to feed the dog and take him for a
walk. After that, she planned to watch TV
and keep the dog company before returning at Midnight.
Marilyn had just told a convenient fib.
Since I was
unaware her parents were gone, Marilyn expected me to
accept her invitation to enter her house. Once
inside, I would receive a tantalizing offer to join her
on the couch. If for some reason I hesitated,
Marilyn trusted her ability to persuade me to change my
mind. From there she would let nature take its
expected course. It was a good plan.
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When I arrived at her house at 10, Marilyn greeted me warmly.
This was classic Little Red Riding Hood, but with the roles
reversed. I was the innocent Little Red Hood and
Marilyn was the Big Bad Wolf. I might add that Marilyn was a lot better looking than the Big Bad Wolf.
"Hi Rick,
I am so glad you are here. Would you
like to come in?"
I froze.
Marilyn's invitation had caught me completely off guard.
To be honest, I don't even know what tipped me off.
Maybe I caught something in Marilyn's mischievous little
smile. More likely I hesitated because the last thing I
wanted to do was meet her parents. The last thing I
wanted to do was explain to her father, age 45, why a 28
year old man was here to see his daughter.
"What about your
parents? I would really prefer not to deal with them
tonight."
Marilyn smiled
innocently. "Oh, they're not here. They are on a cruise trip.
Why don't you come in and see the house?"
I immediately
began to tremble. Oh my God. You're damn right I would like to come in!
That was one
heck of a clever move because now I knew where this was
headed. The thought that Marilyn was alone in this
house left me weak in the knees. This cunning girl
knew every trick in the book. Marilyn might only be 18, but she was 18 going on 30.
Although I was very tempted, a voice in the back of my
mind warned me to be careful. Still
on the fence, I thought fast. There was no way
I could trust my body to resist her if we were alone.
One kiss and I was a goner. So I fibbed and said I was starving. Anything to move
things to a neutral place till I could better assess what I
was getting myself into. Marilyn argued mightily, but
I held my ground. Finally Marilyn gave in and agreed
to go for pizza around the block.
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Short on time,
Marilyn made sure our conversation got serious in a hurry.
Over pizza and a beer, her walls came tumbling down. No
flirting, no dares, no feminine wiles, no sneaky brushing
her breasts
against me. Instead, she allowed me to
see the real Marilyn for the first time. Which, in
Hindsight, was her best move. By showing me her
serious side, I realized what an
amazing young woman she was. After telling me a bit about
her dreams for college and beyond, Marilyn got down to
business. Without a trace of embarrassment, Marilyn
explained what she wanted and why. In
other words, straight talk.
"Rick, I
see why you think our age difference makes it
unlikely our relationship will go anywhere. That's
fine by me. With college around the corner, I am
much too young to be tied down. However, I prefer
not to begin college as a virgin. I could care less about my saving
my virtue for a nameless boy who has no idea what he is
doing. You intrigue me and I trust you."
I was stunned.
I had no idea that Marilyn was a virgin. Whenever
Marilyn said,
"Don't
you want to make a woman out of me?",
I had assumed she
had a certain amount of prior sexual experience to talk so
brazenly.
I knew Marilyn wanted to date me,
but in my mind it was the old-fashioned way... hold hands, long talks, tentative first kiss, visit
her at college, take things one step at a
time, meet the parents if something special developed. In other words, a Courtship.
This was the first
time I
understood
what she was really after. She did not want me as a
boyfriend; she had selected me as her
first lover. Furthermore, Marilyn had just made it clear
the time was now with her parents gone. Terribly
ill at ease, I had not anticipated this turn of events. Flustered, I
asked for clarification.
"I
don't know what to say, Marilyn. You barely know me. Why not pursue
this with someone your own age?"
"Number One,
I don't have a boyfriend, I have several boyfriends.
But none of them are special to me."
"Don't you
believe your first lover should be someone you care deeply
about? What's the hurry? I am sure you will meet someone in college."
"Rick,
may I ask
you a personal question?"
"I guess so."
"Was your
first lover someone you cared deeply about?"
Taken aback, I
laughed and winced at the same time. "No.
Actually my first lover was a complete stranger. She was a hippie girl I had just
met two hours ago. We smoked some dope and she led me
upstairs at her commune. It wasn't love, but it was
sweet. That said, I still think you would
be much more at ease with someone you really care about."
"Look, Rick,
quit trying to be my big brother. I hate it when
you treat me like a little girl. I know more than
you think I do. People tell me I am an independent
thinker, an old soul. I don't necessarily believe
my first experience has to be the culmination of a magnificent love
affair on my wedding night. In fact, I think just
the opposite. When I make love to a guy, I
want someone to compare him to. I have been out on a lot of dates, but
boys my age don't exactly ring my bell. It hasn't happened so far and I am tired of
waiting. Practically every girl in my circle of
friends has had sex. That's all they ever talk
about. One of the things they tell me is that teenage
boys irritate the crap out of them. As if I didn't
know that already."
"Do you mind
explaining what you mean by that?"
"You
should listen to the stories I hear. First of
all, a guy gets laid and he can't wait to tell his
buddies on the football team. How pathetic.
How do you suppose that makes a girl feel? Next
thing you know, the football players get in line with
that shit-eating grin of theirs. They figure if a
girl will put out once, she might be open for business.
Or the
first guy gets
all hung up on the girl and trails her around wherever she
goes. Some boys think that just because they had
sex, he owns the girl. He expects her to do
whatever he tells her or he doesn't want her
to date anyone else and so on. That's crazy high
school bullshit and I refuse to put up with it.
Let me add that I value my reputation highly.
For that reason, I want to make love to a man I like that
nobody knows but me."
"Why choose me,
Marilyn?"
"I like how
you handle yourself. I like your sense of humor.
I like how you stand up to me and seem protective. Most guys would
salivate to get me naked. Due to your reluctance,
you don't seem like the
kind of guy to get all hung up on me like some teenage
boy. Nor do you strike me as someone who intends
to spread the word. Do you know anything about
teenage boys? They have the biggest mouths in the
world. I've had a target on my back ever since my
breasts developed at age 13. The last thing I want
is to have some boy brag about how he was guy who
got the Prom Queen to give in. Forget that.
I am not going to be some teenage boy's Legendary
Conquest. I prefer to do things on my own terms.
That's why I picked you. If you will grant my wish, I won't
have to worry about some immature schoolboy sullying
my reputation. My parents are out of
town, so they will never have to know. Nor do I
expect to tell my girlfriends. This
will be
my own little secret."
I have to say,
Marilyn was extremely persuasive. Marilyn was so
logical in her explanation, she reminded me of
Jenny. Both women had the confidence to let me know exactly where they
stood. In Marilyn's case, she had pretty much swept aside my objections.
Based on her straight-forward talk, it seemed
Marilyn had thought things out and was approaching this
important rite of passage with her eyes wide open.
Not only did she know what she wanted, she had accurately pegged me as a good candidate to render a
special service.
To be
honest, I felt honored. I also felt very turned
on. Taking her hand, I said, "Okay, Marilyn, you
win. Now that I see where you are coming from, I
am willing to go through with this. Let's go to
your house."
Marilyn knew
exactly what I meant, but she hesitated. You would
not believe the look of frustration that came over
Marilyn's face. A quick glance at her watch
confirmed her fear. "I am so sorry, Rick, but I
have a curfew at midnight. We don't have enough
time. I know for a fact they will come looking for
me or send Julie."
I blinked
twice in confusion. "Are you serious or is this a
joke?"
To be quite
honest, this conversation had aroused my ardor
considerably. Once I gave myself permission, I was
practically panting with desire. So when Marilyn
pulled the rug out from under me, I could barely see
straight. Good grief, was this some sort of nasty
game? It wasn't easy, but Marilyn convinced me she was just as upset as I was.
Once I
calmed down, I asked, "Are you free this coming Friday night?"
"Yes, of
course. What time?"
"10 pm after class.
However, I reserve the right to give it some more
thought."
Marilyn
turned white when I said that. "No, Rick, I need more
commitment than that! You said you would do this.
I don't want to worry that you might change your mind."
"Don't
worry, I am pretty sure I will go through with this. I will call
Friday to confirm. Right now it's getting late,
so
I better drive you home."
Feeling my
misgivings melt away under Marilyn's
powerful will, I never claimed to be a saint. At the same time, I lived my life by a very strong Code of Honor, especially
when it came to sexual matters. Marilyn's remarkable
candor had impressed me. If it was just sex she
wanted, forget it. However her explanation made sense.
Once I knew where Marilyn was coming from, she convinced
me to waive the Fair Game rule. It helped that I
really liked her. In the meantime, her green light had
conjured up serious heat. When we kissed in the car,
I was ready to follow her through the front door
this very minute. Why wait for Friday? However, when Marilyn
confessed her fear that Julie's parents might drive over
after the curfew, I did not argue. As it was, I was
pretty sure where this was headed the next time we met.
Vanessa was only 18, but she had
definitely been kissed before. I was on pins and
needles with anticipation.
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Once I was
removed from Marilyn's spell, my misgivings returned.
Marilyn had been
very unhappy at the pizza place when I revealed I still was not completely
sure. Marilyn was right to be worried. Her
premonition was accurate. The moment I was released
from Marilyn's aura, I had second thoughts. For one
thing, I was concerned about the ethics of sleeping with two
women at once. This was not something I had
encountered before. The way I looked at it, what was
stopping Karen from having sex with her husband? That
took most of the edge off my conscience.
Unfortunately
Marilyn was right when she pointed out that I seemed
protective of her innocence. I liked this girl.
I had no desire to take advantage of her. But here is
what bothered me. I was floored by Marilyn's maturity
during our pizza conversation. I swear, for a moment
there I thought I was talking to Jenny again. I was
very impressed by Vanessa's candor and intelligence.
The young girl had confidence and leadership qualities in
abundance. She also had a lot of guts to openly
proposition a man 10 years older. To be honest, I no
longer saw her as a teenager. I saw her as a young
lady who was smart enough to handle taking a major risk.
Marilyn was one
of the most exceptional women I had ever met. Guess
who she reminded me of? The St. John's girls.
Marilyn could match them on any category, be it looks,
brains, beauty, athletic ability, confidence, poise.
In other words, Marilyn was kind of woman I had hoped to
meet all my life. And she really seemed to like me.
Was it possible that I could make a relationship work with a
woman so much younger? I shook my head in despair.
Let's take it one step at a time. I will see her
Friday.
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THURSDAY, august 10
jet set drama
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As I drove to
the Jet Set on Thursday, August 10, my head was spinning with
conflicting thoughts and feelings. Tonight I was
thinking about Karen more than I was thinking about Marilyn. If I
did not know better, I had feelings for Karen. Even
though Karen had barely said a word on Saturday night, the sex was
so good it had entered the realm known as 'making love'.
I could not put my finger on it, but I found myself
increasingly reluctant to satisfy Marilyn's wishes. It
had nothing to do with guilt towards Karen or Marilyn.
It went much deeper than that, but for the life of me I
could not figure what was bothering me.
I was very
nervous as I entered the
Jet Set. How exactly does one
greet a husband who is well aware that I have slept with his
wife?
What was I going to say to Karen? What was I going to
say to Kirk? However, all
my worries about Karen disappeared in a flash. The
moment I walked in, I
realized Marilyn and her two girlfriends had tracked me down at the Jet Set.
Unbelievable. Filled with alarm as well as anger, I instantly went on Red Alert. The
three
girls
were sitting at a table with Dave, Rodrigo, Thomas
and Skeptical Jane.
Seeing the shocked look on my face, Marilyn had the
biggest grin on her face.
I immediately
panicked. Oh my God, what are these crazy girls
doing here!? Then an even
more frightening thought occurred. What happens if
Karen and Marilyn somehow become aware of each other??
I could not dare imagine the outcome. As it
stood, I was scheduled to have sex with one on Friday and
the other on Saturday. One was married to a wife
swapper and the other was anxious to be relieved her of her virginity. Welcome to
crazy world of Rick Archer. This situation had to be
weirder than any Soap Opera script.
I groaned in
misery.
This was a tricky situation for which I had no
prior life experience to guide me. Nor did I have time
to think about it.
Marilyn was on my
case the moment she saw me.
I did not know it at the time, but the men had been buying
drinks for the girls. Just my luck, the drinks had
helped
Marilyn transform back
to her sassy brat personality.
Marilyn put on a brash show for her audience. Raising her hand like a
school girl, she shouted, "Hey,
Teacher,
yoo hoo, is
it time for our lesson? Do I have to behave? If I'm naughty, will you discipline me?
A good spanking is just what I need. You are welcome to use your hand
if you want to!"
All eyes in the
room were drawn to Marilyn's performance. Fearful, I
glanced at Karen who was not far away. Not good.
She was staring wide-eyed while Kirk laughed heartily at
Marilyn's bravado. I did not dare acknowledge Karen
lest Marilyn pick up the scent, so I nodded to Karen briefly, then turned back to
deal with my giant pest. Frowning, I asked myself where do 18-year
old girls learn to talk like that? Marilyn had a real
future as a tease. 'Future'? Hmm. More
like present tense. Now that Marilyn had asked me to spank
her, that was exactly what I wanted to do for a variety of
reasons.
First it was revenge for the sneak attack and the taunting, but that quickly
changed to lust. Marilyn was wearing a very flimsy dress. The
vision of my hand touching
her lovely backside was much too enticing.
Just then I noticed
Karen's look of suspicion. Uh oh. That snapped me back to my
predicament. How was I supposed to
do my job with Marilyn torturing me all night?
And how was I going to keep Karen from catching on?
This was a very tight fix. Furthermore, I wanted to know how the girls
had learned about this
place.
Someone had a really big mouth!!! Staring at Dave, Rodrigo
and Thomas go gaga over the pretty the girls, it wasn't hard
to figure out. I looked around and noticed there were several
other Monday night students present. So many in
fact I assumed the three men had used a bullhorn. My
main concern was how to protect three teenage girls
from a sheltered background. They had no idea what they were
facing here in the Land of Debauchery.
That is when I
noticed the girls all had drinks.
The drinking age was 21. Now I
was even angrier. "Marilyn, how did
you get this drink?"
More than
slightly
drunk, Marilyn was tickled by my discomfort. She stuck
out her tongue and said defiantly,
"I'll never tell!"
When Skeptical
Jane's eyes drifted to Dave, I had my answer. Well
aware that Jane had just revealed his involvement, Dave commenced looking off into space
with a guilty expression. I had my answer. No
surprise here. Dave was a notorious ringleader.
"Dave!" I
hollered. "Are you out of your mind? These girls
are under age!"
Dave turned red. "Come on, Rick, lighten up! I
was just trying to be friendly! These are
college girls!
What's the harm? It's time these girls learned to live a little.
Don't worry, we'll take care of them."
Like hell they
would! Based on their leers, putting these three
in charge was like the fox
guarding the henhouse.
Now Marilyn chimed in.
"Our nice friend David has promised to be our guardian.
He will make sure our virtue remains intact tonight."
I was mad at
Marilyn, but laughed in
spite of myself. With that smart mouth of hers, Marilyn said some truly outrageous
things. Why did she have to be so damn sexy? However, this time I was certain Marilyn had
bitten off more than she could chew. This was not like the
dance
studio where Marilyn could run her mouth with impunity.
This was the Jet Set Club. Big difference.
As for Dave, I don't think he had
any idea the risk he had taken bringing them here.
Frowning, I delivered a stern warning to the entire table.
"Listen,
girls, you have no idea what you are getting into. There
are men in this place who are complete animals. You better
watch out."
No one paid a
bit of attention. Hmm. They'll be sorry. If Dave was serious
about guarding these girls, he was in for a long night.
Virtue was in short supply here at
Sodom and Gomorrah.
Furthermore, these girls were clueless who they were dealing
with. Noting the short
summer sundresses and those tempting bare legs,
good luck protecting their virtue. I looked around
apprehensively.
As usual the ever-present bar hounds had drunk themselves
into a stupor.
These guys were fixtures. Glued to their bar stools, they
never participated in my lessons. These losers were so soused, they could barely stand up, much less
dance. I called them the Lounge Lizards, sub-humanoid
varlets willing to drop their pants for anything that moved.
Tonight was one of those times I wished the human gene pool
had more chlorine in it.
There were two
types of men at the Jet Set, horny and hornier. The men
who came in with their wives and girlfriends weren't so bad.
They possessed at least a thin veneer of civilization.
For example, they groped discretely. However the Lizards
were the lowest form of humanity. They could care less about being
discrete. These guys would hump any leg whether it was
offered or not. But what woman would have them? Well, it
turns out there were female Lizards as well. The reptile menagerie hung out at the bar. On any given night,
there were about 10 boy lizards and 5 girl lizards.
The women were homely and quite overweight. However,
given the favorable ratio, it didn't matter. Dealing with men little better than
dogs in heat, these hags got lucky more often than they deserved. As Kevin the DJ put it,
"Even trash cans get taken out once in a while."
For this reason,
the
moment I noticed the
short dresses, I had a hunch the girls were
in for a big surprise.
Should I say something to them? No, I warned them at the
table, but they didn't listen. Sometimes the best lessons
are acquired the hard way. Sure enough, the moment
the
half-dressed nubile
teenagers started moving their
hot young bodies to
the Disco music, every dirty old man in the place
got a hard on. This was to be expected.
However, I was shocked when the Lizards came rushing to the
floor en masse. This was a first! I had never
seen these guys participate in the dancing before, so obviously our unsuspecting girls were the incentive.
Horn
Dogs in heat, fresh meat to greet.
And did I feel
sorry for the
young ladies? Hell, no!!! I was mad at Marilyn.
She should have told me she was coming. Since Marilyn thinks she's
such
a big girl, let's see what happens.
Just
as I expected, with the music on and lights
turned to the darkest setting, the perverts wasted no time.
All three girls
were stunned when the lechers put their hands up their
dresses.
The
girls were startled by the boldness of these men. They slapped the men's hands away only to see
them return like insistent mosquitoes. Julie and Sylvia sat down immediately, but for some reason Marilyn was
determined to stay on the floor and dance with Dave. I watched
in morbid fascination. Sure enough,
in the darkness I heard Marilyn
shout, "Stop it! Damn it, I said
to stop!"
Woof woof!
Bark bark!
Bow Wow!
Poor Marilyn, two men ganged up on her. In
the dark gloom, their hands were all over
her lovely bare legs. Fending off the one in front who was
grabbing at her breasts, Marilyn made the mistake of turning her back
to the other. Not one to miss an opportunity,
the creep reached under her dress
with both hands and grabbed
Marilyn's gyrating butt
and held on for dear life. Marilyn never saw it coming.
The guy squeezed tight and howled at the moon.
Owwwhoooo!
Marilyn was
livid!!!
Feeling
the guy grab her ass, she lurched violently to free herself,
then barely missed taking the guy's head off with an
indignant slap.
The guy
ducked just in time, but while he was down there, he ran his
hand along her bare leg for another feel. Outraged, Marilyn
wanted to murder the guy.
She
tried to kick him and screamed at the top of her lungs,
"Goddamnit,
you stinking pervert!! What the fuck do you think
you're doing!"
Whoa!! I was impressed!
Where did a nice Catholic schoolgirl learn to cuss like a drunken sailor??
In a huff, Marilyn
ran off the floor.
Meanwhile the pervert followed her to the edge of
the stage. Laughing derisively, he taunted Marilyn.
"Hey,
Sugar Honey, come back for some more any time!"
That did it. Marilyn screamed "Fuck you, asshole!" at
the top of her lungs. Infuriated and badly out of control,
Marilyn grabbed her purse and ordered the other
two girls to follow her. Marilyn paused to give me a look
that could kill, then stomped out. Watching the
girls leave, I sighed with relief.
Tonight I had seen the 18-year old side of Marilyn.
This was all I needed to know I was out of my mind to
think Marilyn was Fair Game. Yes, there was a side to
Marilyn that was wise beyond her years. But when it
come to sex and how it caused inexperienced participants to
lose control, she was still a kid. That pervert
had done me a real favor. Maybe I should thank him.
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