In a world full of people who exist in a state between tedium and apathy there are a few who are more alive. . . .more appreciative of the world around them and open to the sensory perceptions that they meet in their life. Their’s is a full and abundant life. They taste the many and varied flavors that generate a passion for fine food and drink. They see the sunrise and the sunset in all it’s glory as the brilliant lights and colors fade into delicate hues and finally night, They hear the crickets chirp and the gentle winds that rustle the leaves about them. It is the full utilization of these senses that excites the mind and titillates the passions for life that fills those perceptive few with joy, fear, love, hate and happiness.
For the masses, their minds remain closed to their senses and they remain securely behind their wall of oblivion. . . . In that state, they need not think or react or face the world squarely. Life seems easy. . . . Joy, fear, hate and happiness are muted and stifled.
Benjamin Duffel was not one of the masses; rather, he was unique! He had been raised by a loving family in modest circumstances and free of worry. He had always sought to live life to the fullest. . . . to experience every emotion and deal with each of them in a way that was satisfying to his inner being. He grew strong in his mind. . . even stronger than his tall, skinny, awkward body.
By high school, Ben was ready to meet the world in his terms. He was an honor student; he played several sports and he was an officer in several school clubs. . . but he had one major failing in his otherwise full life. . . .
Ben was afraid of girls. . . .Oh! Not in crowds or in public situations; here he appeared self assured and competent. When he was alone with a girl his otherwise agile mind failed him and he blundered. . . .
Then, Sammie Johnson came into his life. Ben couldn’t exactly pinpoint the date but it was probably during their freshman year of high school. Sammie was simply around. . .
Sammy Johnson was also an honor student, active in band and several school organizations and, like Ben, ready to meet the world on her terms. To the boys in high school her 5′-10″ frame and awesome figure coupled with her quick mind and confidence scared most of them. . . . The others were simply unsuitable!
Unlike Ben, Sammie was acutely aware of her situation and sought after some solution to her dilemma. By her Junior year in high school, she had still not found a solution and never a day went by that she didn’t ponder the situation. She had accepted several dates with boys all of who sought quick sex or were interested in booze and drugs!
Then, she became aware of Ben Duffel. She considered Ben. . . .smart, confident, an honor student, didn’t drink or smoke! Perhaps he would provide an answer for her. Of course, as she considered Ben far too mature for her, even though he was the same age as she was, her own confidence waned. Her nerves failed her whenever she approached him. . . .
At their high school graduation, Ben and Sammie stood side by side as the top students in their class. They were honored with special awards and handsome scholarships and displayed a level of confidence seldom seen in even much older people. They were good. . . . .
Summer passed and the two honored students started life at the dormitory of the State university some hundred miles from home. For Sammie and Ben it was a time of emotional trauma and fear and loneliness. . . .
Ben attacked his studies with a vengeance and focused totally his work.
Sammie, on the other hand, was unable to keep her focus as she fought the natural appetites of a healthy young woman. She was torn between the desire to keep herself pure for marriage and the desire to seek the new and exciting adventures that were easily available on their university scene. All her instincts told her that she wanted to remain pure. All her emotions and feelings told her to seek the adventures so readily available. Her mind simply couldn’t bring all the various alternatives together for analysis. . . .
Rather by accident than by design, she had begun to address her sexual appetites with manual stimulation. With no man, and driven by a healthy lust, she sought satisfaction in the back stall of the dorm bathroom as she drove her fingers over her sensitive genitalia. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she concentrated, she found only partial satisfaction. By Thanksgiving vacation, she made her way to the rear stall at least twice a day as if she were addicted to her fingers. . .
It was during her time at home away from the dorm for Thanksgiving vacation that she began to address her situation rationally. She realized that nothing short of a man would provide the satisfaction she sought. Then, she thought about the other ramifications of doing it. . .
She was well aware of the social disease and the stigma of an out-of-wedlock pregnancy. She had a fair idea of the emotional implications of illicit sex . In fact these facts gave her a healthy fear of having sex.
Both issues had to be addressed and somehow reconciled if she were to get on with her life. . . . After due consideration, she decided that her best alternative would be to find an attractive virgin young college student who could provide the sex she craved without the fear of social disease. She could start on the pill and insist on the use of a condom as additional precaution. By the time she had returned to her dorm she had refined the plan into a workable solution.
Ben had just left his afternoon chemistry lab when Sammie appeared next to him. She seemed especially warm and friendly. Of course, Ben immediately became his old awkward self as his mind turned to mush in front of a woman. To make matters worse, Sammie seemed to be especially beautiful and he wanted, with all his mind and heart and soul to tell her that. Finally he blurted out, “Hi! How ya doin?” As they walked across the campus, Sammie appeared unaware of Ben’s condition and they walked with her doing all the talking. It was only after a not too subtle hint and a light caress on his arm that Ben agreed to take her to a university lecture that evening.
The date was not memorable but it did cause some bonding. Sammie looked back on the evening and assessed it as a first phase in her plan. Ben met her physical specifications for the man to solve her problem. . . . He was a bore, she thought, but then, this wasn’t to be a life-long commitment or anything, just a coitus to relieve her tensions. . . . or maybe it was! Even as she pursued her plan her mind was uneasy!
The second date, was equally staid and awkward as the first as Sammie talked. Ben realized that he wasn’t holding up his responsibility towards the date even as he tried desperately to overcome his problem. He wondered why Sammie had stayed around after that second date.
Sammie wondered too. Perhaps she had chosen the wrong man for her plan but it was too late to change that plan now. Her math had placed her safe time around 28 December and it was already December. . .
After final exams, Ben’s mind, freed of his studies, was free to concentrate on his social life. . . or rather the lack of it! He had been on three dates with Sammie and even he knew that he was a failure; yet, she kept going with him. Why me? he wondered, She could have any man she wanted. As he was around her his appetites were whetted and his passions were pushing due bounds. He was feeling horny and frustrated knowing he had no ability to seduce any woman, let alone Sammie.
He was forced to relieve himself frequently by manual stimulation . . .
Of course, things never seem to happen according to our best efforts. So it was with Ben and Sammie; Ben had a need which he assumed could never be fulfilled. Sammie had a plan which would address all her needs. So much for plans. . . .
With Christmas vacation starting, Ben and Sammie quickly boarded a bus for home. It was to be a six hour trip and Sammie had decided that it might be a good time to intensify their relationship. It was also a time of unseasonable winter weather as they settled into their seats and got cosy. . . .
An hour later, Sammie had been hinting to Ben for some intimacy; perhaps a nice embrace or a kiss with no apparent success. Several other couples on the bus were making out and one was just short of intercourse but Ben and Sammie remained prim and proper. . . . . not that Sammy wanted it that way. Then, the bus pulled to a stop in front of a motel and announced that the blizzard had closed the roads and they were stranded for the duration of the storm.
As the mostly student passengers departed the bus they were forming into groups of two, four and even six or seven to register. Couples wanted privacy. Bigger groups wanted to party and when it came time to register, Ben and Sammie had agreed to share a room with two beds as a matter of economy
The situation fit into Sammie’s plan perfectly. She could get his interest with some coquettish acts and womanly wiles; yet, she knew he was too inexperienced to offer much objection. Of course, she had been observing him carefully and knew that he was getting quite hot and horny. . . . .not much of a challenge!
By the time they had moved into their room it was dinner time and they were hungry. . . . the dinner in the motel dining room was neither well prepared nor tasty and the service was poor.
It was Ben’s idea to take a bottle of brandy to their room. He didn’t really know why! He could barely afford it. For whatever reason, he knew that he wanted that bottle of brandy. Had he known what it could do, he’d have walked through fire for it. . . . Sammie liked the idea too. It might ease the tension between them and make her plan easier to carry out.
Back in their room, Ben poured the brandy and they toasted to a good Christmas. As they got comfortable, Sammie sipped the fiery liquid slowly and they sat on the sofa where they watched an inane television show. Ben sat close to her, hoping against hope for some way to overcome his problem.
It was after the third brandy that Ben began to loosen and relax. His awkwardness had abated and he communicated freely with the woman beside him. They laughed together at the television. . . .
The effects of the brandy had been gradual and soon the couple were engaged in meaningful conversation. They laughed and spoke intimately with each other as they touched and savored life. The passions that had been so long denied in each of them had begun to surface and could no longer be overcome.
When Ben moved to kiss Sammie, it was his first attempt to kiss a woman – ever! Yet it seemed so right! When Sammie felt his lips pressing hers it was also her first meaningful kiss – ever! She pressed her lips on his and moved closer to embrace. It felt so good! As they savored the kiss, they felt the heat of their bodies as they embraced and nothing else mattered as their passions overcame them. . .
In a matter of minutes, they had experienced a whole new range of sensations. When Ben nibbled on Sammie’s nipple, it seemed the most natural thing in the world – as well as the most sensuous. When he placed his hand on her pudendum she reacted to a whole new set of sensations, each more exciting than the last. She wondered briefly what had happened to her clothing which lay in a heap on the floor. . . . Then, there was a new distraction more exciting than any previous!
For Ben, it was also new and exciting and his passions knew no bounds! He moved by instinct alone! Next to him was a woman that he had hours before only dreamed about and had no hope of ever loving. . . . . He moved slowly, testing each new move! Then, he sensed it was time. . . .
He moved slowly over Sammie to position himself for what would be the union between them. Of course, it was awkward due to his inexperience but Sammie assisted him until suddenly she froze. . . .
“Nooooo!” she cried, “We can’t do this”, and even as she spoke, her hands held him in place. . . Then, “We can’t!” . . . and her hands drew him towards her. Ben, sensing the indecision could wait no loner. He resisted the impulse until a locomotive could not have pulled him from his course. Then, overcome by his passions, he pushed himself forward and he sank the crown of his tool into her waiting quim. There was only silence as he felt himself at maximum penetration and he waited savoring the latest and ultimate sensation.
As they lay united, Ben realized his aggression and felt remorse and guilt. . .He was repulsed by the thought that he had raped her. . . Then, he felt it. Sammie had raised her butt and returned his thrust. . . ever so intimate; yet, hardly discernable! He realized that she was with him. . . .
The first time, if it’s between two loving people, is always good. The inexperience and awkwardness as they find new and exciting experiences only adds to the pleasure. So it was with them.
It was when Sammie felt the quickening of the tool embedded in her vagina that she realized she wasn’t yet on the pill and he wasn’t wearing a condom. . . “Get off!”, she screamed even as the spurts of semen were filling her belly with his seed.
What might have been a perfect afterglow quickly turned to horror for Sammie. . . .She quickly performed her hygiene and remonstrated herself for having allowed it to happen. Then her wrath turned on Ben as she realized that he also bore some responsibility in the matter.
For the rest of the night there was alternately open hostility and intimate loving relationship as they discussed the ramifications of the act. Finally, each accepted responsibility and they made plans. . . If she were pregnant, Ben resolved not to leave her. If she were not pregnant, they resolved to be more responsible.
It was shortly after breakfast, with the blizzard still blowing outside, that they returned to their room and returned to their bed. A pack of condoms lay on the night stand. This time, they made love. . . .no baggage and no recriminations! Sammie thought of her previous resolve. . .that it was not a life-long commitment, just coitus. and wondered how she could have felt that way.
Sammie was never one to refrain from any new and exciting experience. . . it was her nature to seek beauty, excitement and passion wherever she found it. She was living life to the fullest, in a motel room, amidst a blizzard.
Ben was equally engrossed as each new sensation brought another, more beautiful and more powerful than the last. He allowed his emotions to guide him through the motions of new found love making. He was meeting life on his own terms and he had never felt more alive in his life.
After the morning bout, which was followed with the mellow afterglow that should be a part of any good love making, they disposed of the used condom and showered before their morning ablutions. Then, nicely dressed, they went to lunch.
It was a quiet lunch, again neither well prepared or tasty, but full of meaningful communication. The dingy colors of the dining room appeared brighter and the storm less menacing. The people around them seemed more interesting and a great calm had come over them. . . .
Oh yes! On the day after Christmas, Sammie felt the warm flow. . .her menstrual period, which had always been regular, had arrived early along with the rest of her presents!
– The End –