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Subject: "Girl's School Pet" Chapter 3
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Girl's School Pet
Chapter 3
The next morning found Victoria once again out walking, by herself
this time. Although the day was just as beautiful as the one before,
the
young coed walked with her head down, her beautiful blonde hair falling
forward so that it half-hid her troubled face. Clearly Victoria was
worried. Perhaps in another ten years she might look back on her
present
problems as almost humorously trivial, but now they loomed before her
like
a granite mountain.
Of course, the main problem was sex, or the fear-filled
anticipation
of it. What should she do? What could she do? Like so many other
young
virgins, Victoria had heard from the time she was a little girl that
someday some man was going to do something to her. Something so awe-
inspiring and important that at first it could only be hinted at. Over
the years a kind of instinctual dread mixed with breathless
anticipation
had built up in the growing girl's mind, so that now, even though her
peer
group and various sex-education courses had informed her beyond a doubt
of
what was going to happen, there was still an inbred aura of mystery and
fear about the prospect of her first sexual encounter with a male.
What Victoria had ended up with was a classic case of expectations
exceeding the offered realities. The panting fumblings of her teenage
male classmates had been miles and miles from the expected earth-
shattering revelations on the road past virginity. Although Victoria
had
many times before become sexually aroused as some young student ran his
trembling hands over her ripely budding body, the mere sight of the
starving-animal look on his face had been enough to make the sickened
girl
pull disgustedly away. Eventually she had gained a reputation for
frigidity.
In itself the problem would have been bad enough, but living with
Penny had made it almost unbearable. Time after time Victoria had had
sex
waved in her face as her roommate brought home droves of young men. On
several occasions Victoria had to leave the room she shared with her
dark-
haired classmate, knowing it was that or sit by a knuckle-chewing
frustration while Penny proceeded to make love to her young man of the
moment, not even seeming to care that there was someone else watching.
Victoria's answer to this unwanted vicarious sexual stimulation
had
been to take refuge more and more often in lonely and secret
masturbation,
and this was beginning to bother her now. The young blonde was not a
particularly guilt-ridden person, and for her, masturbation had begun
as a
fairly innocent exploration of her developing young body but then
slowly
developed into a needed and pleasureful release of the tensions that
normally accumulate in healthy girls. Even so, she could not help but
pick up some of the feelings of guilt that society hung on her
forbidden
act, and so Victoria had compromised in the past by very seldom
relieving
her frustration with her own fingers, only in times of the greatest
sexual
stress, or once in a while as a kind of reward for virtuous activity.
And that was the core of her worry today. Living with Penny made
it
almost impossible to think of anything but sex and Victoria had been
resorting more and more frequently to her emotional pressure-release
until
her genitals were practically aching from the constant invasion of her
thrusting fingers. Right or wrong, something told the confused young
girl
that this was an undesirable situation and she just didn't know what to
do
about it. On the one hand she could allow things to continue as they
were, but her continual nervousness was already beginning to affect her
schoolwork. Or she could take the plunge and let some eager young man
seduce her. Even as this thought entered Victoria's young mind it was
accompanied by a bolt of unreasoning fear, and she doubted that she
would
be able to go through with it. How did Penny and other girls like her
do
it? The young blonde wondered, and asked herself for the thousandth
time
if maybe there was something wrong with her that kept her from reacting
naturally with boys.
With a bitter little chuckle, Victoria let herself think what a
ridiculous turnabout had occurred in just one generation. When her
mother
had been her age it was assumed that all girls but a lost few were
virgins
when they married. But how different now! It was practically a badge
of
shame to still be a virgin at eighteen, almost like admitting to some
kind
of mental or physical defect. And the worst part was that something
deep
inside Victoria wanted so badly to be made love to, but couldn't find
the
right conditions to just let it happen. If society was going to change
in
this direction, the unhappy young girl thought bitterly, it had better
develop some institutions to help out people like her who were only
willing to take half-way steps. Perhaps there could be a ritual
deflowering of young maidens followed by a State School of Fornication
Arts. Anything would be better than being made to feel guilty about
being
a virgin and then punished by the scornful talk of the bragging young
bucks who seduced you. The whole system now was so ... haphazard, the
grim-faced young girl thought to herself. Someday, for better or
worse,
it would happen to her and she hoped it would leave her with better
feelings than some of the disillusioned girls she met. That was one of
the truly outstanding things about Penny, Victoria mused. She was so
absolutely, unreservedly, unguiltily involved in sex, with the same
lack
of self-consciousness of a puppy chasing a ball.
Since she had been walking with her gaze absentmindedly fixed on
the
ground in front of her, Victoria hadn't realized she was approaching
Ben
Wright and his dog Prince, who were standing together on the top of a
small hill. The young blonde would have been amazed if she could have
known the thoughts that were steaming and bubbling in her older male
friend's mind. Ben had spotted the aimlessly strolling Victoria
several
minutes ago, and as she approached, the big hulking wreck of a man had
kept up a running conversation with the politely listening dog,
speaking
in an overdone lecture-hall voice.
"Christ, Prince, God must be punishing me for some terrible sin I
can't even remember. Something dark and horrible my mind has blotted
from
memory. Something worse than murder, or incest, or not paying my
taxes.
Why else would he have put me here in this beautiful place, surrounded
by
lovely little pussies that I'm forbidden to touch, tortured by constant
unobtainable temptation?"
Prince looked up intently at his beloved master, not understanding
his words, of course, but sensing he was being included in the man's
deepest musings.
"Take that little doll that's coming up the path," Ben continued
in a
doleful tone. "Little Victoria, with those big blue eyes and that
blonde
hair and those fantastic tits. How is a man to keep his sanity while
he's
talking to her? I ask you, Prince," Ben said in mock gravity,
continuing
in the pompous tone of his old poetry-reading days, "what keeps me from
ripping the clothes right off her and taking the precious jewel of her
virginity for my own? And she must be a virgin. Any girl that nervous
has to be a virgin, the signs of it stick out all Aver her. In my day,
Prince, in my best days, I wouldn't have wasted a moment in liberating
her
libido." With a heavy hand, he reached down to pat the head of his
faithful animal companion and the big dog responded by licking his
master's palm.
Prince too had seen Victoria coming and his tail began to wag,
because he liked the young girl and often curled up next to her on
those
occasions when she sat talking to his master, seated cross-legged on
the
grass with the ease only a young girl can master. Little did the
faithful
animal know what agonies those talks caused Ben, particularly when
Victoria was wearing a pair of brief shorts that would pull tight over
her
flat-stretched pubic mound and suck up between her legs as she sat.
One
time Ben had even been able to see a silky wisp of soft blonde pubic
hair
peeking around the edge of her maddeningly narrow crotch band.
Ben's reputation had not been unknown to the authorities of the
college when they were considering him for the post of watchman. When
the
decision had finally been made to hire him, one of the foremost
conditions
had been to extract a solemn promise from Ben not to become involved in
any questionable behavior with the young coeds on campus. At the time,
this had seemed like a joke to Ben. He couldn't imagine any young girl
becoming interested in a broken-down old man like himself, but then the
friendship had started with Victoria and the sight and smell of her and
the soft gentle sound of her voice had brought back sweet memories of
the
past when he had spent night after glorious night with a seemingly
endless
stream of just such lovely young creatures.
Well, that stream had dried up, Ben thought to himself, first to a
trickle and then fading away completely to a dry channel lined with the
bleached rocks of hopeless memories. Once in a while Ben took some of
his
meager salary and went into town to rent a prostitute for the night,
but
with the little money he had, he didn't get much back in return.
Besides,
his mind had stayed stuck on the young ones ever since the days of his
greatest glory when they had all been his for the asking. If it hadn't
been for the company of his dog, Ben thought he would probably have
cracked up long ago. His dog and the whiskey, his faithful life-long
companions.
Whiskey had been his downfall and now it was a part of his
salvation,
the big man thought to himself. He had long ago brought his drinking
under control so that he now only drank on his own time. And never
enough
to turn him into the shambling, swearing, sloppy mess he had once been,
but only an amount sufficient to deaden his mind and his senses to the
point where he didn't care what happened. He had scheduled for tonight
another of his regular binges and it looked like he might need it
because
he was always depressed after he talked to Victoria, his unobtainable
dream. And sure enough, here she came in his direction.
Victoria had finally looked up from her reverie and spotted her
two
male friends, the one human, the other canine, and headed instinctively
toward them. It always made her feel good to talk to Mr. Wright, even
if
he often did seem a little strange. Sometimes Victoria wondered why
the
man seldom looked straight at her while they were talking but always
seemed to be staring at his fingernails, or the sky, or his dog.
"Hi, Mr. Wright," Victoria said in that clear soft voice that sent
chills up and down Ben's spine whenever he heard it. "Hi, Prince," and
the young girl gave a delighted little laugh as the big dog ran eagerly
to
her and jumped up with his feet on her shoulders to lick her face.
"Down, Prince!" Ben ordered. "You're going to get mud all over
Victoria's sweater." But what really bothered the middle-aged man was
me
way Prince and the girl were romping together, Victoria's playful
motions
causing her full, taut breasts to jump and sway excitingly inside her
thin
white sweater.
Oh Christ, Ben thought to himself, she's not wearing a bra! The
playful scratching of Prince's paws across the nubile young girl's lush
breasts had caused her nipples to harden slightly and the sharp little
tips stood out clearly through the flimsy synthetic material. For a
moment Ben even thought he could see the darker shading of the areolas
through the soft white wool. If there was one thing that had turned
Ben
against Women's Liberation, it was the no-bra movement. God, it was
just
too cruel a torture to let all that hang loose in front of a horny old
man
like himself.
Finally Victoria collapsed in a laughing heap on the grass and
Prince
sank down next to her, his long pink tongue lolling loosely from
between
his powerful jaws.
"Well, watcha been up to lately?" Ben asked to make conversation.
"Oh, nothing much," his young friend answered vaguely. A slight
cloud seemed to come over her beautiful face and then she asked
abruptly.
"Mr. Wright, do you ever get lonely here?"
The question floored Ben for a moment and he almost began to
laugh.
Lonely? God, if she only knew.
"Oh, maybe a little," he lied. "But then, I've always got Prince,
and he's the best company in the world. Next to you, of course," he
gallantly added.
"You don't have to say that, Mr. Wright," the young blonde
answered
with a pleased smile. "I think I'd be about the happiest person in the
world if I had Prince."
The big dog looked quizzically at both of his human companions as
he
heard them say his name. He was very content at the moment, being in
the
company of the two persons he loved most.
"Well, I don't know about that," Ben replied, scratching his head
as
if he were doubtful about the dog. "He can be a lot of trouble. Eats
a
lot of food, more than I do, and he stays out to all hours chasing
after
lady dogs. Sometimes I think he's a bad influence on my morals."
"Sounds like me and my roommate," Victoria said grimly.
"You mean you're a bad influence on her morals?" Ben asked,
feigning
shock.
"Oh, no," the young girl said in alarm and then saw that Ben was
kidding her. She and her old friend often played little word games
with
each other and Victoria found as usual that it was making her feel
better.
"Never mind," she amended. "I'm just an old wallflower making
jealous sounds."
"The only things you should be jealous of are the sun and the
moon,"
Ben said with continued gallantry, but he began to get an inkling of
what
it must be that was bothering the girl. She certainly had seemed
preoccupied and depressed when he'd first seen her walking. Ben had
met
her roommate Penny before, and his long years of experience helped him
to
recognize the sheer sensual drive in the dark-haired young beauty.
Even
though Ben preferred the gentle young blonde sitting before him, he had
to
admit that her roommate was the sexiest girl on campus. From what he
had
seen on some of his night rounds, the old watchman suspected that the
sultry young temptress knew what every little part of her body was for.
Once she had looked him full in the eye, one of the most challenging,
sexual looks that Ben had ever experienced and he had thought his cock
was
going to explode right through his trousers. What a temptation it had
been to proposition the girl, but the stern warning he had received
from
the Trustees when he took this job made him cautious. As a young
instructor he'd long ago learned about the unbalanced young girls that
led
a man on and then cried rape when you took them up on their invitation.
Ben doubted that Penny was one of these warped oddballs, but he just
didn't want to take the chance. Ben wondered what it must be like for
a
seemingly innocent girl like Victoria to live with Penny. Maybe it was
time to change the subject for both of them.
"Say, Miss Victoria, I wonder if you could do me a favor? I have
to
go into town tonight on some ... business and I wonder if you could
kind
of look after Prince for me? You're the only person I'd think of
asking."
"Why, I'd really like that, Mr. Wright," the delighted coed said,
a
smile of real pleasure coming over her face.
"Great. That takes a load off my mind. What time do you usually
get
back from the dining hall?"
"Oh, about nine."
"Could I bring him over to your place around nine-thirty then?"
"Sure," Victoria said excitedly, "just come around to the back and
knock on the sliding glass doors." After a few more bits of
conversations
the now happily smiling girl skipped off across the grass, a happy
anticipation coursing through her as if an old friend were coming to
visit. Ben stood watching as she disappeared in the distance,
muttering
all the while half under his breath.
"Christ, Prince, look at that tight little ass move. There ought
to
be a law. There really ought to be a law." And with a sigh the big
man
turned away, heading for his lonely room, Prince following faithfully
at
his heels.
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