The Making of a Gigolo (12) - Janet Griswold
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Just as the girls had kept some secrets from each other in the past,
concerning Chuck, Matilda kept a secret from Betty on this night
too. She didn't tell her sister that ... all things
considered ... it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
She rolled the rubber onto his straining penis herself, having read the
directions at least a dozen times. She didn't understand what
that little extra thing at the tip was for, so she just ignored it,
using her fingernails to get the slippery thing down onto his
cock. Once sheathed in rubber, it didn't look nearly as
It didn't feel all that interesting either.
Of course the majority of that was because Chuck, once he adjusted to
the fact that he was actually going to get his dick in her, was almost
beside himself with giddy joy. That giddy joy translated to
an ejaculation that came exactly forty-three seconds after he felt Matilda's clasping
heat through the extra sensitive layer separating his sperm from
Matilda's egg. Nobody was timing it, of course, but that's how long it was.
Like most young men, he was unaware of his partner's level of ...
She did like the feel of being stretched and filled. That was
very nice, once the initial discomfort of being a little too stretched
and filled was gone. But, about the time she started enjoying
things, he gave a sighing groan, and completed a ritual of manhood by
cumming with his dick in a girl for the first time in his life.
Of course he thought he had done a masterful job.
"Wow that was great!" he panted. He was right
too. It was great ... for him.
Matilda, as so many young women do when their first complete sexual
encounter is found to be much less satisfying than she had dreamed it
would be ... basically kept quiet. She wasn't all
that sure how great it was supposed to be, and therefore couldn't
really gauge how well it had actually gone.
They went back into the girls' room, where Betty was, in fact, working
on a homework project for social studies. When Betty looked
up, her eyes went to her sister's face, where Matilda had pasted a
smile. She had, after all, gotten fucked, which had been the
Not having known what to do with the rubber, Chuck had simply left it
on, dressing quickly. Now, as his penis completed softening,
the movement of his clothing dragged it off his penis. There
was a scurry of activity as the mess was dealt
with. He unzipped his pants, exposing the mess,
which the girls simply dealt with as if they had jerked him off.
Twenty minutes later, after being teased into another erection by
Betty, Chuck proudly followed her to the same room, where basically the
same thing took place, except for the preliminary talk. Betty
sheathed his stiff penis and he climbed aboard.
For Betty, perhaps because he had cum such a short time past, it was a
little better, roughly twice as long, in fact. She actually felt the beginnings of something
perilously close to what could be almost called an orgasm.
Then his groaning sigh announced they were done. Like her
sister, she wasn't at all sure whether things had gone well or not, and
didn't want to risk being made fun of by asking a stupid question, such
as, "Was that good for you? Cause it wasn't all that great for
me, and I was just wondering ... is that all there is?"
To cut to the chase, a very satisfied and pumped up Chuck went home
grinning like the Cheshire Cat, leaving behind two relatively
unsatisfied and disillusioned girlfriends.
Had the girls talked, in their usual fashion, they probably would have
come to the conclusion that this sex thing needed some serious working
on, so that it would be much better than it had been. If
they'd had the opportunity to lose their virginities together, watching
each other, the same thing might possibly have happened.
But, because they had done this thing separately, they kept it
separate, as odd as that may seem.
Things were actually made worse because, three weeks later, when they
tried it again, they had to try it in the back seat of Chuck's car,
with the heater running full blast. The girls were
together, this time, with one in the front, and the other in the
back. When what happened to the other twin matched,
pretty much, what had happened to the one watching, the misinformation
that, "I guess this is all there is" was
perpetrated. Neither had any clue that Chuck was
popping off way too fast, with way too little attention to his partners.
By April, Janet was as addicted to Bobby as all the other women had
been. Having a normal, regular, passionate lover had affected
her to a degree she couldn't believe. She was quite
sure that Bobby was special, but she was also sure that he wasn't
unique, among men.
That gave her hope that she could meet another man like Bobby.
That she didn't consider Bobby "a keeper" was based on somewhat
complicated emotions. Bobby had seen her at her worst;
bawling, fearful, and completely unhinged. She
loved him for not reminding her of that, but could not get it out of
her mind that he had seen her that way. At the same time,
what he was giving her was more than enough to keep her
happy. Still, she was aware on some level, that some day
Bobby might not be there anymore. It wasn't that she thought
he'd leave her high and dry. It was more like some other
woman might decide he was a keeper, and such a woman might not
appreciate him paying attention to other women.
In any case, as May loomed, and the suggestion that winter was finally over for sure
began to fill the air, Janet looked at the men around her in a very
different way than she had just a few months ago.
Twice she picked up the phone to call and make a doctor's appointment,
to get a prescription for the pill. The first time, she was
put on hold, and eventually hung up, because she had to go to
work. The second time, the phone on the other end was
ringing, when her doorbell chimed.
She hung up, because she knew it was Bobby at the door.
That afternoon, as Janet Griswold lay panting under Bobby, thrusting up
onto his spurting prick, she got pregnant. He gave
her three doses of warm baby-making sperm that afternoon, and she loved
every one of them, as orgasms danced all around her body.
They say some women can tell. It isn't scientific.
At least there isn't any scientific evidence to bear it out.
But the fact is that there are small changes in a woman's body
immediately upon conception. Whether it's hormonal, or
whatever, some women can just tell.
She felt so fabulous when she got to work that, somehow, she knew.
In May, the twins graduated, along with their boyfriend, Chuck
Cunningham. It was pretty common knowledge that
both of them were "his girlfriend", and that, whenever he took one of
them out, the other went along too. Rumor was rife about what
happened on those dates. The girls weren't talking, and
nobody believed Chuck's boasting version of the events. Stuff like that only happened between the lines in Playboy magazine.
Since losing their virginities to him, the girls had allowed only two
more episodes of intercourse. To be brutally
honest, that's because they had more fun with him when it was only his
fingers that probed their pussies.
Chuck, of course, was not happy. He didn't care if
he had to use a rubber. He just wanted to hump and
spurt. That he got to do it with two girls, instead of only
one, was just frosting on the cake.
All graduation ceremonies are called "commencement". An
unending stream of valedictorians and commencement speakers have, for
time immemorial, explained this to the graduating classes in
America. Maybe elsewhere too. Who
knows? They all say this isn't an ending ... it's a
In the case of the graduating class of Granger High, in the spring of
1975, it was a beginning, at least for Chuck and the twins.
Ironically, it was the beginning of the end.
Chuck took them out that night, and wanted to fuck them to
celebrate. Neither girl had procured any rubbers for the
occasion. You could only sneak into the men's bathroom so
many times before somebody was going to catch you, and the last thing
you wanted, in those days, was for someone to call up your mother and
say something like "You know, I saw your daughter sneaking into the
men's room at the Apco station tonight. She had a fist full
of quarters when she went in and a fist full of prophylactics when she
So, when neither girl would "put out", as Chuck thought of it, he got
mad. He pulled out what he thought of as his "ace
in the hole," and threatened them.
"You know there have to be at least five or six girls who would love to
have my dick in them tonight!" he warned. "Maybe I should
just go find one of them!"
The reason Chuck couldn't tell the Dalton twins apart was because he
never took the time to get to know them. Had he done so, he
would have known that all the Dalton girls were as stubborn as the day
is long, and as independent as their mother was.
"Maybe you should!" came the response, in tandem.
Chuck, like most young men, wasn't aware that sometimes when a woman
makes up her mind about something, she does it in a split
second. She may do this for reasons that she may not be
interested in talking about. Some women, when they make up
their minds, assume that their new attitude about things is the only
possible attitude. He had no idea that he had crossed an
invisible line with his threat and that, just like that, he was no long
attractive to either of the twins. He found out when the date
abruptly ended, despite his pleading attempts to backpedal.
Thus it was that as summer beckoned, the twins were without a man.
There is an interesting side note to the fact that Chuck did not get
laid that night. In fact, Chuck didn't get laid until he got
to college the following September. Then he didn't get laid
for another month. After that, he didn't get laid at
all. Girls in college apparently communicate with each other
a lot more than most people think they do, and Chuck's reputation
wasn't attractive to any of them either.
As for the twins ... well, that comes later.
Another momentous event in June occurred when Paul came home from
college to work for his father for the summer. He and Linda
were both surprised when Paul's parents presented them with keys to a
very small house that they had rented for them.
That it was very small made no difference to the happy
couple. At last they could have their own place, and set up
house, and be alone together with their baby.
It made things a lot quieter at the Dalton house too.
On the seventeenth of June, Felicity Chumley had another baby boy, with
coal black hair. Bobby was replacing shingles on a
roof when Annie finally found him. She had called
the house and, when no one had answered the phone, had driven there to
find him. As it turned out, the twins, the only
ones there, were cooking out, which was why no one had answered the
phone. They didn't know where he was, but they knew
where their mother was, and called her to get the
information. They went with Annie, out of pure curiosity.
They watched, curiously, when Bobby came down from the roof and was
engulfed in a very friendly hug by Annie. There followed an
even friendlier kiss, while she told him what was happening.
There was no rain threatening, so he took a break and went to see his
latest son. Chester shook his hand when he arrived,
heedless of the fact that it was dirty.
"We named this one after me!" the old man actually giggled, hugging
Bobby briefly. "How about that?!"
Through it all, Matilda and Betty just stood beside Annie, puzzled, and
Seeing Chester and Annie's friendship with their brother was one of the
things that woke the twins up to the fact that there was a lot going on
that they had been previously ignorant of. The
little world they had lived in together, and which they hadn't really
looked outside of very much, began to expand further.
Once they started paying attention, it expanded rapidkly.
They had worked part time at Renee's childcare center ever since it had
been open. They had, in fact, been responsible for getting
her first customers. Renee had been trying to spend
more time on the educational side of her business, and after they graduated, when she asked
the twins to go full time, they accepted.
It was then that they realized how often their big brother came to see
Renee ... and how often he had no obvious purpose for doing
so. They'd seen him there, of course, in earlier times, and
hadn't thought much of it. He had, after all,
supervised the construction of the center. Now that
they were there more than a few hours a week, though, they saw him
every other day or so. He spent a lot of
time with the children too. They had never thought of Bobby
as being all that interested in little kids.
At first they thought he might be trying to get Renee to be his
girlfriend. One of the things they were aware of was that
Bobby had no "girlfriend". The problem
was that whenever Bobby was there, and other women came to drop off or
pick up their children, they were often just as friendly with Bobby as
Annie had been. Hugs and kisses were almost routine for their
big brother. And these weren't just polite hugs, and quick
They had never really given much thought to where Bobby went, or what
Bobby did. Now, though, as their curiosity was piqued, they
began to pay much closer attention.
Then Mirriam announced the first of the summer cookouts. This
was something the twins had never paid much attention to
either. Now, though, they thought about it, as they looked at
the yard full of people. Those picnics had started
a couple of years back, and, for the first time, the twins noted that a
lot of the same women showed up at them, who brought children to the
childcare center, and who hugged and kissed their big brother a lot.
Their mother also seemed to be very happy to see all those children.
It was one more thing that the twins filed away in minds that were increasingly curious now.
The 4th of July celebration in Granger, that year, was unique, in one
sense. That was because the rows of tables which, for years,
had been unofficially separated into two groups, seemed to get all
The older women in town, who considered themselves to be a cut above
the rest morally, still gathered together at their traditional
tables. At first, anyway. The problem was
that the other side wasn't big enough anymore. There had been
an influx of people who decided to sit with Mirriam, Prudence, Mable
and the whole crowd of women who were divorced, had had children out of
wedlock, or were otherwise considered "loose" by some in
town. In fact, there was now an equilibrium, of
sorts, and the stalwart and stiff matrons of the town, who visualized
themselves as holding back the tide of immorality in Granger, suddenly
found there were as many loose women in town as there were protectors
It didn't help that all the children didn't care a whit whether their
playmates had only one, or two parents. Worse, there were
couples everywhere, made up of teenagers, who were obviously engaged in
a mating ritual that was as old as time. The girls giggled
and blushed and looked at each other, while the boys postured and
pranced and held lit firecrackers, throwing them at the last possible
second before they exploded.
The food was good. The carnival was good. The
atmosphere was good. Everybody was having a great time, with
the possible exception of those stiff and proper ladies, who refused to
sit at the same table with blatant sinners.
Bobby was sitting beside Renee, who was fairly bursting with the baby
that seemed to turn and twist inside her constantly these
days. She was wearing a dress that smoothed tightly over her
bulging belly, and the fabric of that dress moved frequently as the
baby inside moved.
When the music started, Bobby stood up and asked his mother to
dance. Then he danced with Prudence, and Jill after
that. Jill pressed close to him as they danced.
"We just dodged a bullet," she said into Bobby's shoulder.
"My period was supposed to start last week," she said.
She looked up, and couldn't miss the hopeful happiness in Bobby's eyes.
"I started this morning, though," she added.
"Oh." She could also hear the faint disappointment in his
"You'd like it if you got me pregnant again, wouldn't you," she said,
only half teasing.
"Of course I would," he admitted.
Jill hugged him closer, and kissed his shoulder.
Just then Bobby felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see
Sal, standing there, looking faintly uncomfortable.
"Can I cut in?" he asked.
"Sal!" said Jill. "I haven't seen you for ages!"
She let go of Bobby, who stepped back and let Sal take
over. He moved away from them, thinking to ask
Renee if she wanted to dance, and didn't hear the conversation he left
"You haven't seen me because you never come to the diner anymore," said
Sal, dancing somewhat awkwardly. He was ten years older than
Jill and, as far as she knew, had no real social life.
"I've been so busy with the photo studio," she said, looking at him.
"I miss you," said Sal, his face darkening.
"Why Sal, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were flirting with
me," said Jill, smiling.
"What if I am?" he asked, defensively.
"Awwww," sighed Jill. "I miss you too. You always
were a nice guy."
"Nice guys finish last," muttered Sal darkly.
"I didn't know you were in a race," she teased.
"When you left, I realized that the diner was my whole life," said Sal,
seriously. "I'm not so sure that's a good thing
anymore." He looked at his former waitress. "I
realized that part of why I liked coming to work was that you were
there." His eyes darted away. He was
obviously very nervous about having said that.
"Thank you," said Jill softly. "I didn't think you ever
noticed me ... I mean other than as your waitress."
"You've got to be kidding," he said. "I used to stare at you
so much I burned the food."
"You never served burnt food in your life, you silly man," said Jill,
The song ended, and they parted, standing there, looking at each other.
"Thanks for dancing with me," he said, with an embarrassed look on his
Jill stared at him a little longer. He wasn't a handsome
man. He had a receding hairline, and he ate a little too much
of his own good cooking. But he had a good heart.
She knew that, because she had seen him in his every-day persona, which
was admirable. Sal had always been ... well ...
Sal. At first he was her boss.
Then, as that had become a partnership, things had just
flowed. She hadn't liked being a waitress, but that
was only because her feet hurt, and sometimes customers were impossible
to satisfy. But she'd always felt fortunate for having a boss
"I might dance with you again," she said. "If you
asked me again," she added.
The look on his face reminded her of the look on Bobby's face, when she
told him she'd been late on her period. There was joy, and
hope on Sal's face. She hadn't looked past Bobby
for fulfillment on an interpersonal basis. She was divorced,
and had had a baby out of wedlock. Men weren't interested in
that kind of woman ... not for anything other than quick sex.
Sal was the first man to ask her to dance in years.
An hour later, Sal slumped down in a chair across the table from
Prudence. He and Jill had danced every dance since
he cut in on Bobby, and he was worn out. Jill brought him a
piece of pie.
"I expect a good tip out of you, buster," she said, setting the plate
in front of him.
Four days later, Renee's water broke at eleven in the morning, while
she was at work. Matilda drove her to the
hospital, while Betty stayed at the childcare center. First,
Betty called Rhonda, to come in for an extra shift.
Then, based on Renee's fevered "Call Bobby! Tell him I've
gone into labor!" Betty called home. Mirriam
"Renee went into labor!" said Betty. "She wanted me to find
Bobby and tell him. Is he there?"
"No," said Mirriam. "I'll take care of everything."
Betty hung up and set about making sure the children were still
fine. She had her hands full until Rhonda got there.
After that, she thought about her big brother ... and his relationship
with Renee some more.
Matilda went into the labor room with Renee. This was the
first time to be in this situation for both of them, and both were
nervous and scared.
Matilda felt much better when her mother arrived, and shooed her out,
telling her to go back to work.
Back at Renee's childcare center, the topic of conversation was
obvious. Neither twin had been present when a
woman's water broke, so that was discussed (and cleaned up).
Then the fact that the first person Renee had asked for was Bobby came
Rhonda was taking care of the babies, while the twins played with the
older children and kept them busy.
"Why do you think the first person she asked for was Bobby?" asked
"I've been thinking about that," said Matilda. "She kisses
"Lots of women kiss him," said Betty, breaking up an argument over a
"Have you ever noticed that the women who kiss him all have babies?"
Betty stood up. The innuendo in Matilda's voiced made her meaning obvious. Betty frowned,
trying to remember all the times she'd seen a woman hug or kiss
Bobby. Two of the women she thought of were Mary and
Bev. She shook her head.
"It can't be that," said Betty. "Not with them all."
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