The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts

by Lubrican

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Chapter Sixteen

As the afternoon passed, Bobby began to wonder if he'd met his first nymphomaniac. The passions unleashed in her were of almost astonishing proportions. She was insatiable and he had to force her to let go of him so they could clean up and be respectably dressed before his mother got home.

Paula's outlook, as she stood in the shower ... alone ... exemplified the difficult and complicated social structure of young women in that decade. Women had more options than they had had when she was a little girl. Women like Erica Bradford had, indeed, moved women forward, in terms of engineering more opportunities for freedom. But with freedom comes responsibility and social pressure.

Paula had joined a sorority when she got to college. Coming, as she did, from a conservative and restrictive family, she had been amazed as she was exposed to women her age who thought about things in an entirely different manner than she was used to. One of those things was sex.

Peer pressure took the place of parental pressure. But the values and habits that result from one's upbringing can't just be tossed aside like an old rag. That's part of what made things complicated for her. Many of her older sorority sisters were sexually liberated and happy about that. They embraced the sexual freedom that the sexual revolution of the previous decade had made available to them.

But many girls, just like Paula, weren't quite ready to jump into the sack with any handsome boy who bought them supper at a burger stand and then took them to a movie. At the same time, it wasn't "cool" to be a virgin. At least it wasn't cool to flaunt it. As a result, there were subtle informal attractions between girls who were more sexually repressed, if that's the right term, than their carefree sisters.

The "girls-who-didn't" became friends and spent time with each other instead of in bed with a man. In a small town, everyone would have known they were the girls-who-didn't. But at a large university, there were always new men to meet and experiment with. And, of course, there was that pressure to be like their more sophisticated sisters, who sang the praises of "getting laid." So, while they formed their little secret society of girls-who-didn't ... or at least girls-who-hadn't-yet ... they tried to act like girls-who-did. It was complicated and it meant they had to learn the finer points of acting.

What usually happened was something like this: The girls-who-didn't would gather to do homework, or listen to music, or go shopping. They dated, but didn't have steady boyfriends, so they had more time to spend together. Sex was a common topic, or rather the plan to eventually give up and become a girl-who-did. Eventually, one of them would give in. Initially, her testimony after the fact would rivet her friends and they would inch ever closer, mentally, at least, to losing their own virginities. Naturally, once a girl had a boyfriend, she spent more time with him than her former secret sisters and dropped out of the secret society. Loyalty to her friends, though, almost always kept her from teasing them or unmasking them. It was a whirling dance of social intricacies, and it was both exhilarating and stressful.

Sometimes there were wild planning sessions about how it could be done. One girl said that one of her professors was making eyes at her and the group came up with a scheme to manufacture a situation in which she could allow herself to be seduced. That plan was never actually carried out, but it was fun to think about it.

And so, as Paula stood in the shower, still amazed at how it had happened to her, completely unplanned, she realized she was now a girl-who-did. She just naturally began to think about what she'd tell her friends when she got back to school.

She'd heard stories from other sorority sisters about how the deed had been done. She hadn't believed most of them, because it sounded too good to be true. She didn't feel that way anymore.

She washed her pussy and immediately thought of Bobby, outside this room, in the house somewhere.

She washed until she had an orgasm.

It was only Paula's polished social acting skills that prevented Mirriam from taking one look at her and knowing that Bobby had been between her legs. At supper she acted slightly bored, paying no particular attention to Bobby, and talked about how, the next day, she would return to school.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay here," she said to Mirriam. "You were a lifesaver."

"I just wish things weren't so strained between you and Millie," sighed Mirriam.

"You'd have to understand our family," said Paula. "Everybody is overprotective."

Mirriam narrowed her eyes. "If you were my daughter and got drunk with some blind date, I would have worried about you too," she said.

"Well, my blind date was with Bobby," said Paula, trying to steer the subject away from her own behavior. "I admit I was lucky. I'm very glad that date was with Bobby."

It was the only thing she said that could have given her away, because her voice took on a husky tone when she said the last sentence.

But Mirriam was distracted by Theodore, who was asking for more green beans.

The rest of the evening was spent playing a board game called "Life," where Paula didn't get to go to college, had to accept a lower salary, got married, ended up with a carload of little pegs that represented children, and gambled it all when she got to the millionaire space. She lost, but didn't care.

When they went to bed, she didn't get a chance to invite Bobby to her room again.

She waited a while, to see if he'd come and, when that didn't happen, she solved the problem by putting on her T shirt and going to his room. He was lying in bed reading when she eased open the door.

"You're insane," he said, looking up at her.

"I'm horny," she corrected him.

"It's too dangerous," he said. "My sisters are here. My mother too."

"I'll be quiet," she said. When he didn't look convinced, she tried again. "I'm leaving tomorrow. Even if we get caught, how upset could they be?" She took her T shirt off just to add more pressure. She was very gratified to see the look in his eyes as they surveyed her nude form.

He pulled back the covers. He was naked too.

And hard.

He let her lie on top of him for the required kisses. They lasted a long time, but she writhed more and more as that time went on, rubbing her pussy on his thigh, and his balls, and his erect cock. By the time ten minutes had gone by, he was covered with a thin sheen of moisture from his knees to his belly button.

He taught her how to ride him. She hadn't thought of that, but loved it instantly, as soon as she was filled. She sat straight up, loving how deep he pushed into her that way. He whispered, "Ride me, cowgirl," and thumbed her clit for her. She had to bite her own hand to stay as quiet as she'd promised to be.

She had three orgasms, sitting bolt upright, before she found out what it felt like to lean forward and torture her own clitty. She was on the verge of her second orgasm that way when he told her to get off, because he was about to cum. She thought about it for only a second or two and then leaned down, plastered her lips to his, and hunched her hips faster to get herself over the edge.

The feel of his hot fluid spurting in her just made it better.

"You are insane," he whispered as she lay limply on top of him. "Are you on the pill?"

"Of course not," she murmured. "I didn't plan for this to happen."

"What if you're pregnant?"

"I'm not," she said softly.

"I've heard that before," he said.

She lifted her head. His eyes were serious.

"You've gotten a girl pregnant?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"But you're not married!" she squeaked.

"She didn't want to marry me," said Bobby.

Paula didn't want to talk about other women. "Well, I'm not. It's the wrong time."

"I've heard that before too," he said.

It almost sounded as if he'd gotten more than one girl pregnant, but Paula pushed that thought aside. She didn't want to think about any other women and she didn't want him to either. It was still early, and she wasn't done yet.

He made her go back to her own room at four in the morning. She grumbled, because he woke her up to make her leave. She'd had him three times when she fell asleep on top of him.

"One more time," she pouted.

"You are crazy!" he whispered.

"It's your fault!" she whispered back.

"I probably won't be able to get another boner for a week!" he moaned.

"When I'm gone you won't need to," she said, assuming she was the only girl he did this with, currently. If he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't have been asked to be her blind date.

She got her wish, except that this time she wanted to be under him again.

"I'm going to pull out this time!" he hissed.

"It's too messy!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around his hips.

"Ohhhh Paulaaaaa," he groaned.

She had to close off her pussy mouth with three fingers to keep from leaking when she tiptoed back to her room.

Bobby sighed as he waved to the receding car. He was almost glad to see Paula leave. Not only did she tax his abilities, she seemed to completely disregard the dangers of letting him spurt in her. She had insisted that she was at a safe time in her cycle, but he knew, from the way she had behaved once she broke free, that even when she knew it wasn't safe, she'd want this in the future. Some other guy might not care if he knocked her up. In their last whispered conversation he'd made her promise she'd get a prescription for the pill, as he loaded her suitcase into her friend's car.

She had responded with, "I wish I could kiss you goodbye. If you ever come to Manhattan to see your sister, you can stay with me."

"I thought you lived in the sorority house," he said.

"I do, but I have my own bedroom," she said. "Girls sneak guys in there all the time."

He shook his head. He was thinking about how the whole family was driving to Manhattan to see Suzie graduate. She'd taken summer classes all three years she'd been there and would be finishing her undergraduate degree in May. She had already been accepted to the University of Kansas Medical School in Kansas City. He didn't tell Paula that, though. He'd be with his mother and who knew how many of his sisters, and the last thing he would need then was Paula hanging around, trying to get him alone and into bed.

The car turned onto the county road at the end of the driveway and a cloud of dust began to boil from the back as it sped up. He turned away. He had things to do. He needed to figure out a way to be able to finish the barn.

Paula looked over at Tracie, who was driving. They were sorority sisters and both lived in the sorority house. Both were in the secret society. Paula had been busy giving directions on how to get out of town and to the interstate that would take them to Manhattan. Once they were sure they were on the right road, there was time to talk.

"So who's the dreamboat?" asked Tracie.

"Bobby?" Paula's voice sounded smug. She was chomping at the bit to tell Tracie what had happened.

"The one who put your suitcase in the trunk," said Tracie.

"Oh," said Paula carelessly. "He's just the guy who got my cherry."

She'd said it as casually as she could and then watched her friend's reaction. That reaction was gratifying.

"You're shitting me!" gasped Tracie.

"No I am not," said Paula firmly.

"You finally did it?" Tracie's voice sounded almost wistful.

"I did it a lot," sighed Paula. "He was incredible."

There followed the interrogation that Tracie kept up for almost an hour into the two and a half hour trip. She wanted all the details and Paula wasn't shy about divulging them.

"Man!" sighed Tracie. "He does sound incredible."

"He's worth paying money for," sighed Paula.

"Maybe I could hire him to take care of me," giggled Tracie. "I'm still too scared. My old boyfriend back home? You know the one I told you about? He took me out while I was there, and I wanted to, but I chickened out." She sighed. "It's better that way. He would have told everybody about it anyway, after I left."

"Well Bobby has a sister at K-State," said Paula. "I told him that if he comes to see her, he can stay with me. If he does, maybe I'll share him with you." She grinned.

"Like we could get away with sneaking a guy into the house," laughed Tracie.

"Roberta does it," said Paula. "So does Megan."

"I know," said Tracie. "But I'd be too chicken to try that. I have another year left and I don't want to get kicked out of the house."

Paula leaned back. Just talking about what she and Bobby had done had her pussy all itchy and damp. "Yeah, but I'm telling you, Tracie, it might be worth it to get kicked out, if I got a whole night with him."

Tracie looked over at her friend. "Girl, you are a slut!"

"You would be too, if he did to you what he did to me," said Paula. She didn't sound one bit embarrassed.

"Tell me again what it felt like in your mouth!" squealed Tracie.

The man being discussed in such intimate detail was currently in the hardware store, asking the owner, Steve Williams, if he needed any part time help.

"Nah," said Steve. "But you might check at the lumber yard. I heard that Mike Galliston got hurt and Alvin is having to make deliveries himself." Alvin Jessup owned the lumber yard.

Twenty minutes later Bobby had a job driving the lumber truck, making deliveries and doing other odd jobs around the yard until Mike was recovered from a fractured ankle.

School had been back in session for a week before the secret society got the chance to have a meeting. Tracie had kept quiet, thus far, based on Paula's desire to break the news herself. They gathered this night in the student union, around a table near the bowling alleys. There was enough noise from bowlers that they could have a discussion without people overhearing them.

The secret society was currently made up of six young women. Besides Paula and Tracie, there were Brandy and Crystal, both of whom lived in the sorority house too, and Melanie and Tiffany, who lived together in a rental house off campus.

Melanie and Tiffany had known each other since getting to school, having been roommates in the dorm the first year. They wanted to get out of the dorm and found a house to live in the next year. They'd had to get a third roommate to be able to afford it and had chosen another girl in the dorm who wanted more peace and quiet in which to study. Melanie and Tiffany had joined sorority together too, that second year. Their roommate wasn't interested. The sorority house was full, but that didn't matter because the rental was so close to campus, and because it really was quiet. Both girls had gravitated to the secret society and had been members for two years.

One of the things about the secret society that appealed to all six current members was that all of them understood the attitude of the others as it regarded sex. Brandy and Tiffany, like Paula, were afraid of losing their virginities. Brandy and Crystal both felt like it was better to find the man they'd stay with and give it to him. Melanie claimed she just hadn't found the right man. She argued that she didn't want to be a virgin when she met her boyfriend, because if she liked a guy well enough to go steady with him, she didn't want their first time to be awkward or painful. She was the one who had claimed her professor was interested in her and that it would be okay if he broke her in for her as-yet-unfound boyfriend.

That hadn't worked out. When she had tried to flirt with the man, he had firmly instructed her about professional standards. That had pretty well put the damper on plans to seduce faculty members, but while she was on Christmas break, Melanie had come up with another plan. She had already talked about that with Tiffany, who was nominally on board. Their roommate thought they were both crazy, but Melanie was eager to talk about the plan with the other members of the secret society.

Thus there was the potential for competing interests at their first meeting of 1977.

Melanie tried to take the floor first.

"Tiffany and I have a plan to lose our cherries!" she said, leaning forward. Tiffany didn't look quite as excited about it.

Tracie stole the floor right out from under Melanie.

"Well, Paula lost her cherry on the break!"

Melanie was outclassed immediately. All the rest of the girls were just as eager to hear the details as Tracie had been. It being in a public place, however, Paula was less inclined to be quite as graphic in her description.

"I met this guy. My sister actually set me up with him for New Year's Eve." She glossed over the getting drunk and puking part. She also stretched the truth. "We kind of hit it off and we were making out." She looked off into the distance. "He was the best kisser," she sighed. She looked back at her eager audience. "Anyway, I got so hot I had to let him. It was awesome!"

There were the usual questions about whether it hurt, and what it felt like, and what he was like. It was fifteen minutes before Melanie got to lay out her new plan to become a girl-who-did.

"Okay," she said excitedly, when she had the floor back. "We're going to do a road trip during spring break. We'll go to Las Vegas and get a room. Then we'll hire a gigolo to do the deed!" She looked around, anticipating smiles and nods of agreement. What she got was mostly blank stares.

"That's crazy!" said Brandy. "You're going to let some guy you don't even know do that?"

"Paula didn't know the guy who did her," said Melanie, defending her plan.

"I at least got to meet him," said Paula. "We didn't do it the first night. I got to find out what kind of guy he was. That was part of what got me to do it!"

"It's a good plan," moaned Melanie. "It's quick and anonymous. Whoever we get won't be hanging around, wanting to do it again later. Come on!"

"It sounds expensive," said Tracie.

"Not if we all go in together," urged Melanie. "If all six of us pitch in, it shouldn't be all that bad."

"I don't need to go," said Paula, smugly. Melanie shot her a dark look.

"Count me out," said Brandy.

"Me too," said Crystal. "I agree with Brandy. It's crazy. Besides, no guy could take care of five of us in one night. Not even a professional."

"Paula's guy could," said Tracie. Her voice sounded wistful. "You guys didn't hear the whole story. She told me all about it in the car." She looked at Paula, who was a little nervous now. "You said he did you all day long one day and four times in one night ... right?"

The chorus of squeals made several groups of bowlers look over at them. One man stopped in the middle of his delivery and glared their way.

"He really was incredible," Paula admitted.

"Maybe you should hire him," giggled Brandy. "At least he has a reference." She laughed out loud. They got more glares from the bowlers nearby.

Brandy stood up. "We're bothering people. I need to study anyway."

Crystal went with her. Tracie looked at her watch. "I have to get going too. I've got to get ready for work."

Melanie sat, dejected. She'd actually been talking to a guy and he was very interesting. She felt like she needed to get her troublesome virginity out of the way, so she could approach this interesting guy with some experience under her belt. She looked over at Paula.

"Do you think he might be willing to do that?" she asked.

"Who?" asked Paula.

"This guy you've been talking about. Would he be willing to devirginize some of us?"

"I do not believe what you just asked me!" Paula was astonished.

So Melanie told Paula about her new love interest. She already knew Melanie's philosophy about not being a virgin when you met the man of your dreams.

Paula's thoughts in the following few moments were a bit mercenary, to be honest. Several things flitted through her mind, chief among them that if she could get Bobby to come to Manhattan, she could demand a night with him, as payment ... for her services. Another thing she thought about was that she had never believed most of the stories she'd heard and that some of the girls here might not believe her either. If they actually spent time with Bobby, she would become the queen of the group. They would all owe her, once they had tasted his delights. And lastly she remembered that, while they had been working on the rooms in the barn, he had mentioned that there wasn't enough money to finish the job.

"How much would you be willing to pay?" she asked suddenly.

Melanie's and Tiffany's eyes went round, but Melanie recovered quickly.

"How much would it cost?"

"It would probably be a lot cheaper than driving to Las Vegas, renting a room and hiring a gigolo," said Paula.

"There aren't as many of us," said Melanie.

"Could you afford three hundred dollars?" asked Paula. She had no idea whether that was enough money to do what Bobby needed to do, but she was pretty sure it was much cheaper than a trip to Vegas would be.

Melanie looked at Tiffany, who looked scared, suddenly. Then she looked back at Paula. "Would Tracie kick in?"

"Maybe," said Paula. "You'd have to ask her. And I'd have to clear that with him first, of course."

"How about you?" asked Melanie. "I mean, if he's all that good, like you say, don't you want some more of him?"

That wasn't what Paula had planned. "I thought that if I could get him to do this, I'd get some for free," she said.

Melanie thought about this new idea. It would undoubtedly be a lot cheaper. She'd wanted to see Vegas, but this way she could lose her cherry in her own bed in her own house. And it still had the same benefits as her old plan. The guy would come, 'devirginize' them, and then go back home. There would be no hassles ... no entanglements. It would be quick and convenient. She looked back at Paula.

"Call him and find out how much he'd have to have."

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