by Fred Allen
Sandy put her lips close to the door and answered “It’s only me, Sandy, Anita is away in Moncton for the weekend.” Later, in reviewing the next critical move she would never really understand why she turned the door knob and opened the door. It was almost as if her hand had a mind of its own as she found herself looking up into Jonathan’s face.
“Never mind Anita, it’s you I came to see, “she heard him say.
“But I’m alone… . there’s no one else here…I’m just going to bed”. Sandy didn’t know why she was whispering but she just didn’t seem to be in control and whispering seemed to be appropriate to the situation.
Jonathan wasn’t whispering… . Jonathan rarely whispered. “Going to bed? It’s too early! I want to dance with the beautiful Sandy”. Jonathan was obviously just a little bit tight. She detected a slight trace of alcohol as he spoke to her. When he took her hand and led her back to the living room, Sandy didn’t offer any resistance. He threw off his light jacket and put a record on the record player. The light was low provided only by the reading lamp on the other side of the room that Sandy had been reading by when she had heard the car in the driveway.
The music started and he took her into his arms. It was a waltz and space for dancing was limited without rolling back one of the rugs. Sandy was smart enough to know that this was not a very good situation but there was no will to resist. They paused only momentarily as the record player moved from waltz to waltz. His faced was nuzzled in her hair and her senses were constantly aware of wine and his after shave lotion.
At the end of the record they sat down on the chesterfield much as she and Trevor had two weeks earlier. “Now”, he said, “Isn’t that better than going to bed all alone in a big house?”
“All very nice,” replied Sandy as she caught her breath. “But, really, I’m not alone. There’s Penny-a miniature poodle, Mandy-a Siamese cat-and the two budgies. And Jonathan, you shouldn’t he here.” Sandy tried to sound as firm as possible but realized she was still whispering. “Anita would not be happy about this.”
“Who cares about Anita? I don’t. She’s been a good friend but I’m off to Cambridge in a week. What I’ll really remember Anita for is that through her I met the beautiful, ravishing, Sandy.” As he said this he was looking directly into her face and she thought for a moment that he was going to kiss her. If he had, Sandy knew that she couldn’t have mustered the will to resist him.”Don’t worry about Anita, Sandy. It’s you that I really care about. Believe me, you are very special to me and have been since the first time we met. You mean so much to me that I will never do anything to hurt you.” He suddenly got up and headed for the kitchen. “What I need is a glass of wine” and quickly returned with not one but two glasses of white wine announcing that he could not find any wine glasses but that these brandy snifters would do.
She drank slowly but really enjoying the moment. It was really the first time they had been alone together. He got up for a refill but she declined. The big brandy snifter was more than she usually drank. He returned and they continued to talk for a while. “Come on,” he said, “drink up. This is our farewell party. I’ll be gone by this time next week.”
Sandy finished her glass and again declined his offer of a refill. She hadn’t eaten much since lunch and a combination of the wine, the dancing and sitting so close to Jonathan left her a little lightheaded. She watched him as he crossed the room to the record player and rolled back one of the rugs.
He put on a record and returned to the now enlarged dance floor with a pirouette and a bow. “And now, the Tango.” He reached down and drew her to her feet as the music started. She again realized that this was a dangerous situation but there was absolutely no resistance; not even a temptation to tell him that it was too late, that she was tired and wanted to go back to bed. There was only a fleeting thought of Anita as he took her into his arms and they moved almost as one through the rhythmic strains of the music. They had done this so often before but now they were alone and he held her even closer as she followed his expert leading through the near erotic and arousing movements that seemed to respond so perfectly to the music.
He concluded each tune with a dip and a twirl pulling her back to him. He looked into her eyes and she felt her hips glued to his. The dressing gown was gone and there was only her flimsy nightgown between them and the overwhelming sensation left little to the imagination as to the state of mutual arousal. As each tune ended he continued to hold her, looking intently into her eyes. Again she thought he would kiss her and her lips parted in anticipation.
But there was no kiss and the music started again and, as each tune seemed to increase the emotional tempo, Sandy was washed away by wave after wave of pleasure. There was still no resistance, not the slightest effort to break the apparent physical seal between them as they moved to the music. Sandy knew something was happening to her but she didn’t want it to stop. Heightened anticipation rendered her totally submissive.
They were in the middle of the floor when the final tune ended and now he kissed her and her response was to put her arms around his neck and try to get even closer to him. “Sandy, darling, I’ve wanted to do that for so long”. He kissed her again and she realized that her night gown was open and one of his hands was caressing her breasts. Then his lips brushed them and the next thing Sandy knew was that she was lying on Anita’s big bed and he was leaning over and his shirt was off. Her nightgown was now bundled up around her waist and his hands were caressing her thighs. He kissed her breasts and as he returned to her lips she realized he was now naked as she felt his thighs between her knees. The arms that had been conditioned by sessions of heavy petting, and all the advice gained from all that girl talk, now failed her in trying to push him away as, limply, they reached for him and tried to draw him even closer. She heard her voice that should have been telling him “No! No! Stop!” now only mouthing plaintive moans and whispered pleadings of “Please, please, please, oh please……”
Jonathan now seemed very sure of himself and completely in control. His lips were on hers and his strong hands moved from her breasts to control the movements of her hips as she sought to rise towards him.
She knew that his hips were between her knees and then felt him make that final move towards her. Only his lips firmly pressed on her half open mouth stifled the scream that was building in her throat.
For some minutes they lay face to face in a close embrace. She sought to be as close to him as possible and heard him saying “Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, my beautiful Sandy, that was so wonderful”. He kissed her very gently and she really didn’t know what to do except stay as close to him as possible. Perhaps she should be saying something but she didn’t know what to say. She knew she could never put into word the feelings she had experienced just a few moments ago. She knew he was looking into her face and she kept her eyes closed and sought to move her face under his so that it was between him and the pillow still holding him as close as she could and hoping the rapid beating of her heart, her rapid breathing and the ripples of pleasure still coursing through her body would tell him the words she didn’t know how to say.
Sandy was afraid of the standard question-according to her exposure to girl talk-”Was it good for you?” because she just didn’t know how to put her feelings into words. Later she realized that there had not been such a question because Jonathan loved her so much he just knew from her physical response that she was completely satisfied.
Jonathan seemed to be dozing as their combined rapid heart beats subsided and their breathing returned to its regular rhythm. As she looked into his now relaxed features she kissed him. It was a totally involuntary act as though to say thanks for his love. And now it seemed quite natural that her mind would move quickly over what had happened to her in the last half hour. Now she knew that there was absolutely no question but “it” had happened. She knew that all of the things that had been reviewed repeatedly in a
ll of those hours of girl talk were true and that her peaks had been even higher because she and Jonathan were so in love. This was not like an accident occurring in some automobile back seat or on some beach or sun porch when control had been lost for just an instant and a sudden realization of the situation awkwardly interrupted the embrace, followed by tears and breathless accusations. This had been an act of love that they would remember forever.
He sighed deeply as his eyes opened and they kissed as they returned to the close embrace. It was inevitable that their young bodies became aroused once more. If Sandy had any reservations the first time, she had absolutely none now. Their lovemaking had happened so quickly there wasn’t time to really understand what was happening when it was over and he collapsed against her.
Once more he was crouched over her and again she felt his lean hips between her thighs. His strong hands returned to her hips holding her firmly as her body tried to respond with rapid movements that ceased under the restraint of his body and hands. He lifted his lips from hers and moved from breast to breast. “Slowly darling, slowly. Make it last!” he whispered softly. Now his movements were slow and deliberate as he brought her to peak after peak of exquisite pleasure. It came to an end and she felt she must have fainted away for a few seconds because the next thing she knew he had collapsed on top of her, his heart racing against hers and breathing very deeply. His hoarsely whispered words were “Sandy,
Sandy, Sandy……” and ended as he appeared to fall into a deep sleep.
Careful not to disturb him Sandy found her night gown and went into Anita’s bathroom. Her knees were still like rubber as she sat at the vanity looking at herself in the mirror. This time she wasn’t looking for some sign of change because she knew what had happened and her love for Jonathan chased away any thoughts of regret. Her body was unchanged with only a slight redness on her hips where his strong hands had controlled her response.
She toweled off her face and body and donned her nightgown. Sandy returned to the bedroom and lay down beside the sleeping body of Jonathan still uncovered and so completely relaxed. She drew the single silk sheet over them and once again she moved as close as she could without disturbing him. She watched his face as his breathing slowly returned to normal and it was not very long before she fell into a deep sleep.
When she awoke he was fully dressed and kneeling beside the bed. As her eyes opened he kissed her. “Sandy, you’re so wonderful, so special, so precious
….. It’s six o’clock and the packers are coming to my apartment at seven. Darling, I’ll call you later but I really want to see you again before I leave. I’ll give you my address and telephone number in Cambridge. Again he kissed her softly and she heard him moving through the house. Opening the door-she noted that he had set the dead bolt. She heard his steps on the walk and his car starting and backing out of the driveway. Sandy stretched languorously in the big bed, threw off her night gown and reveled in the lovely feeling of the silk sheet against her bare skin. Her mind again went slowly over this very special experience but unlike the other time there was no rearousal for her totally depleted body. Sandy was deeply in love and as she descended into a deep, dreamless sleep she realized that there was no need for a cold shower this time.
Sandy was awakened by the phone at about ten o’clock. It was Trevor inquiring as to her plans for the day. Somehow he had discovered that Anita had taken the kids with her and thought this meant a relaxation of the new rule about babysitters entertaining friends. She assured him that rules were rules and while he seemed to have something more to say, she said good-bye and hung up.
Jonathan called about noon and just the sound of his voice rekindled her excitement. He softly thanked her for what he described as the most beautiful experience of his life. The only response she could think of was to tell him how special it had been for her and how much she loved him. He told her once again that he wanted to see her during the following week and said that he was going out of town to play golf in Saint John and he would be spending Saturday and Sunday nights with his friends who lived in a remodeled farm house near the golf course.
Trevor called again late in the afternoon and this time her annoyance with his repeated calls became obvious in her voice. He detected this and became just a little angry with her. He asked her if the new babysitting rules were selective and only applied to him. He had seen Jonathan’s car in the driveway when he drove past
Friday evening at about eleven o’clock. Sandy, becoming even more annoyed, quickly explained that Jonathan had just dropped by with something for Anita. He became sarcastic and told her that it must have been something very complicated because his car was still in the driveway at three thirty a.m. Saturday morning. Sandy was furious with this invasion of her privacy and hung up abruptly.
Trevor called again at about ten o’clock. Quite obviously he had been drinking and quickly pleaded with her not to hang up, promising not to call again. He told her that he was in love with her and didn’t want to see her hurt. Jonathan was dangerous. He had a reputation for his conquests on campus and there was a very strong rumor that he had been disciplined by the Administration for an affair with a young student in one of his tutorial sections. While the whole matter was hushed up it would explain why he had not been considered for a Rhodes Scholarship when he had appeared to be the odds on favorite. Before she could hang up he told her that if she wanted more proof to check with Beth Miller a girl they both knew who had been in Trevor’s highs school graduation class and a classmate of his at the university. Now very angry, Sandy told him to mind his own business, dismissing all of his claims as being motivated by nothing more than jealousy.
Anita called Sunday morning announcing a change in plans. She was leaving Shediac that day and driving back as far as Grand Lake. Some friends had a cottage there and, while actually away for the summer, Sandy had access at any time. It was a chance to give the kids another day on the beach and she would be home late Monday. She wanted to know if this would be all right with Sandy and Sandy assured her that it represented no problem for her.
Anita and the kids arrived back early Monday evening and Sandy remained to give Anita a hand with baths and bedding them down. The kids were tired but still excited about their wonderful weekend on the beaches of Shediac and Grand Lake. They told Sandy about some of their adventures and she was more than a little surprised when they mentioned Uncle Jonathan. He had been at Grand Lake when they arrived. Anita explained that Jonathan had come down for a swim and spent the night with them and remarked how good he was with the kids. Sandy reflected that Saint John to Robinson’s Point was between sixty and seventy miles; a long way for a swim.
Jonathan called her on Wednesday. He was clearing out his apartment and was down to a sleeping bag and an old sofa bed that just wasn’t worth taking to his new apartment in Cambridge. The apartment pool was still open and he invited her over for a swim. Early afternoon on Thursday would be best because, on most weekdays, nobody used the pool before the evening. Sandy started out on her bike telling her mother she was going for a swim without indicating where. The pool at Queen’s Square was open and Sandy also had a card admitting her to any of the pools at the university.
Jonathan was sunning himself on the pool deck when she arrived and had set up a second chaise lounge for her. She wasn’t that interested in sun bathing but she did feel like a swim. It was a very hot day and she quickly threw off her robe exposing a rather skimpy two piece bathing suit. Not quite a bikini but close and as close as her mother would permit on a shopping spree in Saint John early in the summer. It was the first time she had worn the suit and perhaps she had been saving it for just such an occasion. She opened her tote bag and spread her big beach towel on the chaise lounge and jumped into the pool taking pains that the splash reached Jonathan reclining on his chaise lounge The water was just right and Jonathan, after an appropriate appreciative whistle, in tribute to her bathing sui
t, quickly joined her in the water. Both were strong swimmers and Sandy found that she could hold her own successfully evading his attempts to catch her or even corner her. The strap on her bathing cap fell off and when she recovered it she threw in onto her beach towel on the pool deck. Her long hair was quickly soaked and plastered to her back and shoulders. Jonathan took advantage of her preoccupation with the bathing cap to force her into a corner of the pool. She almost got past him but her long hair was a very easy target for Jonathan and grabbing a handful he drew her gently towards him. “That’s not fair,” she shouted at him as she found herself trapped in his arms. “No hair pulling!”
“OK, OK,” he answered, “But it’s not fair that you make the rules. You’re just too fast and slippery. I have to grab anything I can.” As he held her she reached down and pulled the tie cord on his very loose fitting shorts. This sudden tactic was successful as his hands became the only visible means of support for his shorts and she swam quickly to the opposite side of the pool.
“And now, who’s playing fair?” he called to her. “Should I take that as an invitation? OK, truce,” he said,” lets get in a few laps.” They swam silently for several lengths and Sandy had little difficulty in keeping up with him. When he stopped swimming he was a little winded and rested at the end of the pool. She was about to ask him about golf, Saint John and Grand Lake but hesitated while thinking of the best way to broach the subject.
“It’s a good thing you have your bike,”he told her, “I sold my car this morning and I’ll buy a new one in Boston at those attractive American prices. I ordered a pizza and some pasta and put them in the oven upstairs. There’s still a couple of bottles good wine left so we can just dine in.”