FOUR
About a week later, as they were walking home from school together,
Linda said to Chuck: "I think I've got one."
"One what?" Chuck asked absently.
Linda made an impatient gesture. "A GIRL," she said an a tart voice.
"You know, like you wanted me to find. Remember? A girl who likes...what I like?
Remember?"
Chuck was instantly attentive. "Yeah? Who?"
"Well, I'm nut really SURE about it....I just think so.... I mean I'm
pretty sure now, but--"
"Who, damn it!"
Linda looked around to make sure she was not overheard. "Jane
Burkheimer," she said.
Chuck looked surprised. "Jane Burkheimer?"
"Now I'm just saying I THINK so, Chuck...."
They walked for a few moments in silence, Chuck reflecting on this piece
of news. "Goddam!" he said after a while.
"What does THAT mean?" his sister demanded.
"Well, Jesus, I mean you just can't tell, can you? Janie Burkheimer." He
shook his head. "She just doesn't seem liike the type. I mean she's completely
different from you. She's more of an intellectual-type chick."
"Hey, thanks a lot! And I'm Dumb Dora, I suppose!"
"Come on, Sis, you know what I mean. She's the kind who always gets the
good grades and all. And she's real quiet and sort of...reserved, you know?" He
paused. "Not bad looking, though," he mused. "Not bad at all."
His sister snorted.
"Don't be jealous, Lin," Chuck grinned. "Hey, how did you find out,
anyway?"
"Well, like I said, I'm not absolutely positive. But see, a while ago
there were a bunch of us talking about that girl that got raped--you know, when
they had that big trial and everything. And she told about how these boys took
her into this basement and made her have sex with them and all, remember?"
"Yeah, that's what she SAID," Chuck said skeptically.
"Anyhow, the thing is Jane was interested, I mean REALLY interested.
Sally Bergen had just read this whole article about it, and Jane kept asking her
questions, you know? And I thought she was...well...sort of turned on by the
whole thing. I mean, I didn't think much about it at the time, but then
when--when you and Joe asked me about other girls...you know...I kind of
remembered. Because she talked about it again later, and I thought it was
strange...."
"Hmmm. Well, that's interesting, but it might not be--"
"No, but wait! See, when you said to find out and all, I--I tried to
think of something....I mean I couldn't just come right out and ask her. So the
other day in the cafeteria I got to talking to her about books and stuff, and I
mentioned about that book you gave me--The Story of O--you know?"
"Hey, yeah!" Chuck said enthusiastically. "Great idea! How did she act?"
"Well, she said she'd heard about it but she'd never read it. But she
said she'd really like to, and could she borrow it from me. So I started talking
about some of the stuff in the book, and like she was really playing it cool,
but I was watching her real close this time, and she was sort of eating it up,
you know? I mean I watched her eyes and all, and...well...it just seemed..."
"Hmmm," Chuck said again.
"So I lent her the book, and the NEXT DAY she told me she had read it
already, and she'd give it back to me later. I said did she like it, and she
just said it was interesting, like she didn't care much. BUT--then she started
talking about a certain part in the story, and she was REALLY getting into it.
Like she got carried away or something. And then all of a sudden she stopped
short and kind of blushed, and then just walked away. But she STILL hasn't given
me the book back. So..." Linda shurgged. "That's it. What do you think?"
Chuck was silent for several moments. Then he said, "Well, it certainly
sounds possible, Sis. It does sound possible. You might really have found
something." He paused again, thoughtfully. "I'll have to check old Janie out,"
he said.
They walked the rest of the way in silence.
#
Next day Chuck waited for his opportunity. He found it early in the
afternoon, when he saw Jane Burkheimer at her locker between classes. Her locker
was located at the far end of one of the halls, actually an extension to the
long corridor. There were no classrooms there, so the area had relatively little
traffic. At the moment there was no one else in the immediate vicinity. Chuck
approached the girl.
As he had said, she was not at all bad-looking. She was a slender girl,
but her slim figure was nicely curved; he especially noted her high,
well-developed breasts, trim waist and elegant, shapely legs. Her dark hair
framed her oval face and hung nearly to her shoulders. She had good features,
particularly her deep brown eyes, which gazed seriously out at the world from
behind plastic-framed glasses. It was the glasses, he decided, with their
bookworm connotations, that had kept him from noticing how attractive she really
was. That had been a mistake. He sure hoped Linda was right about this girl....
"Hi, Jane," he said casually.
She turned from rummaging in her locker. "Hi, Chuck," she said. She
seemed a little surprised that he had stopped to talk to her. He was a year
older and a grade ahead of her, as well as a kind of school celebrity because of
his football prowess, and though she was acquainted with him, he had never paid
any particular attention to her.
"How's it goin'?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Okay."
"Good." Chuck leaned easily against the row of lockers, watching her.
"Hey," he said after a moment's pause, "my sister was telling me she lent you a
book the other day."
A barely perceptible flush came to Jane's cheeks, but it disappeared
quickly as she turned back to her locker. "Yes," she said in a casual tone.
"I've been meaning to give it back to her. Is she anxious to have it?"
"She can wait," Chuck said, and then he added, "What did you think of
it"
Jane was busily searching through some books on the locker shelf,
choosing those she wanted for her next class. "Oh, I thought it was
interesting...in a way," she said, not looking at him. "You know, as a study
of--of abnormal psychology and so on...."
Chuck nodded thoughtfully. "Uh huh." He watched her for another moment.
"Linda thought you liked it," he said.
"She did?"
"Yep. She thought you really dug it a lot."
The girl finished selecting her books and closed the locker, still
avoiding his eyes. "Well, as I said, I thought it was a--"
"Yeah," Chuck interrupted. "See, what I think is, I think you identify
with the chick."
"What?" she looked at him, startled.
"You know, the girl, the woman in the book. O. I think you identify with
her. I think you'd like to be her."
Jane recovereed her poise. "I don't know what you mean," she said
coolly, and started to walk past him.
He blocked her way. "Isn't that right?" he insisted. "Wouldn't you?"
"Certainly not. Please get out of my way, Chuck, I have to get to
class."
Chuck did not move. "Come on, Janie. Tell me the truth. Come on, tell
me."
The girl flushed again, from anger or embarrassment or something else.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she said hotly, but her eyes again
avoided his. "Get out of the way." She tried to walk around him, but he
continued to block her path.
Chuck looked around. The next class period was starting, and the hall
was deserted. He turned back to the perturbed girl.
"Listen," he said seriously. "I know what you want. I KNOW."
"Now look, Chuck..." she began.
"Jane." He said her name quietly, but with a certain force behind it
that stopped her. He waited then, looking at her with a direct expectancy which
compelled her, after a moment, to meet his gaze. Only when she had done so did
he speak again.
"Jane," he said, more softly but still authoritatively. "Give me your
hand."
She blinked, confused. "What? Chuck, I'm--I'm late for class...."
"Give me your hand," he repeated. He held out his own hand, palm up,
waiting.
Jane stared at him. He looked back at her levelly, simply waiting. After
a moment something changed in her eyes. Her lips quivered slightly. "I--I
don't..." she stammered, then stopped. Chuck said nothing. He held his hand out
steadily. He waited.
For what seemed like a very long time there was no movement. There was
no sound. Then, very slowly, as if against her own will, Jane's hand began to
move. Her right hand was holding her books; but her free left hand rose slowly
from her side, reached hesitantly, tentatively outward, then placed itself in
his. It was trembling.
Chuck closed his hand around hers, grasping her fingers in his fist.
Still looking into her eyes, he began to squeeze them together, not too hard at
first, but gradually exerting more pressure. At the same time he began to bend
the fingers backwards.
The girl grimaced with pain and made a motion as if to pull back her
hand. "Chuck, don't!" she said unsteadily. "What are you doing? You're hurting
me!"
Chuck kept up the pressure, increased it, bent the fingers back further.
Jane gasped sharply and now made a serious effort to pull away from him, but she
could not. "Chuck, don't!" she cried again. "Let me go! That hurts! Stop it,
Chuck! Stop it!"
But he did not stop it. "You like it," he said evenly.
Her eyes widened. "No!" she protested. But her breath was coming more
quickly, and there was a high flush on her cheeks. "Let me go, Chuck," she
panted. "I don't...I don't know what you...Oh don't!" For he was exerting more
strength than before.
"You love it," he said. "Don't you? Don't you, Janie?"
"Chuck..." she said, but her voice had changed. She was pleading now.
"Chuck, don't...please...oh please....Let me go.... Oh god, don't...stop
it...oh...oh...oh..."
Chuck felt a surge of exuberance and an enormous excitement. Linda had
been right! He had gotten to her. She was panting hard; her body was trembling,
her eyes glazed. He pulled her toward him by her imprisoned hand. Her books fell
from her other hand and dropped to the floor as she came closer to him. Their
bodies were almost touching.
"Chuck...please don't...oh, please Chuck...."
Keeping his painful hold on her hand, Chuck forced it around behind her
back, twisting her arm behind her. She stiffened and bit her lip to stifle the
cry that came from her. "You like it," he repeated doggedly. "Tell me. Tell me
the truth, Janie. You want it! Tell me!"
"Oh...yes...yes...oh my god...yes...."
"Good girl," he said softly, and twisted her arm painfully high up
between her shoulder blades.
With a keening moan of anguish, passion and surrender, she collapsed
against him.
Chuck's blood raced at the sensation of the girl's shapely, quivering
body pressed to his, her heaving breasts pushing into his chest, tiny whimpering
noises coming from her throat. Only with his sister had he ever felt this degree
of excitement, this sense of complete mastery and accepted domination; and he
was used to Linda. Not that she ever failed to excite him; but this girl was
something new--and different. More serious. More mysterious. Less experienced in
the way of her sexuality. Even--he would bet--virginal.
He knew she could feel his rigid erection pressing into her belly just
above the level of her crotch. He pushed forward with his hips to jam it harder
against her. He felt her stomach muscles tense in a reflexive effort to pull
away from it; but a tiny jerk on her arm softened her resistance. Her legs
weakened, and the lower part of her torso leaned more tightly against him.
Her body was writhing involuntarily, her breath coming in gasps as he
maintained his grip on her, but she was no longer pleading with him to release
her. Her arm was twisted so high up behind her back that it seemed to be nearly
at the breaking point. Without relaxing the inexorable pressure, Chuck spoke in
a hoarse voice.
"Kiss me, Janie," he said.
Several seconds went by before the gasping girl responded. Then, slowly,
she raised her head, uplifting her distorted face to him. Her eyes were
unfocused, her lips open and quivering. He lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed
her hard, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. She moaned helplessly. Her
mouth opened wider. She clutched at him spastically with her free hand. Her body
squirmed, her breasts rolling and flattening on his chest....
He broke away. He didn't want to; he wanted to push her down on the
floor and take her right then and there. His arousal was at such a pitch he felt
he might even have taken the risk of someone coming along and catching them.
But he had to show her he was in control. He called the shots.
He broke the kiss, released her arm and stepped back from her, ignoring
her bewildered cry, holding her firmly at arm's length until she was able to
stand on her own, though she swayed slightly. She stood dazedly rubbing her
aching arm with her other hand while her breathing gradually slowed and her eyes
came into focus. Then she simply stared at him for several moments, almost in
horror.
"Oh my god," she breathed.
Chuck smoothed his hair, pulled himself together, made sure his voice
would be firm and controlled before he spoke. "Meet me after school," he said.
The girl swallowed, hard. Then she shook her head strongly, so that her
dark hair flew around her face. "No," she said firmly. She turned away and knelt
to pick up her dropped books.
"In back of the building," Chuck said. "The corner of the parking lot."
"No! I can't! No!"
"Be there," Chuck said, and walked away from her.
#
He wasn't really sure she would come; but he wasn't worried. He knew her
secret now. If not today, she would come around eventually. He would just have
to work on her.
But she came. He had almost given up and left when he saw her.
Hesitantly, almost furtively, she walked through the parking lot, glancing
around anxiously as if afraid someone might see her.
Chuck, seated behind the wheel of his second-hand Ford, waved to her out
the window. "Hey, Jane," he called. "Over here."
She jumped at the sound, then slowly approached the car, stopping
several feet away.
"Hi," Chuck said. "Get in."
She stood still. "Chuck, I--I don't...I mean I can't..."
"Come on, Janie," he said impatiently. "You came, you're here, so let's
not kid around. Okay?"
The girl swallowed. "I...I have to go home," she said.
"Bullshit. Get in the car."
Still she hesitated. "What for?"
"So we can get out of here, what do you think?"
"Where...where do you want to go?"
Chuck took a small gamble. "Goddam it, Jane, stop jerking off! No more
questions. Either get the hell in this car or get out of here."
The girl's eyes widened. She turned around and walked swiftly away. She
went about twelve steps. Then she stopped. She stood motionless for a long
moment. Then she turned around, walked back, came around the car without looking
at him, opened the door on the other side and got in. Immediately Chuck started
the car and drove out of the lot.
They drove for several minutes in silence. Jane stared straight ahead
through the windshield. She sat up tensely in her seat, her hands clenched in
her lap. After a while she said in a low voice, "All right, I'm here. Now where
are we going?"
He didn't answer right away, but when she started to ask again he told
her. "We're going to Joe Felston's place."
Jane stared at him.
Chuck knew this was a delicate moment. He had not really wanted to get
Joe involved right away, knowing another presence would make Jane even more
skittish than she already was. But Joe had learned everything from Linda, and
there was no keeping him out of it. Besides, his parents were vacationing and
his house was empty, which solved the big problem of where they could go.
"You know Joe, don't you, Janie?" Chuck sad as casually as he could. "I
think he's in your class."
"What--what--" the girl stammered. "Chuck, I...I don't understand."
"It's okay," Chuck said. "Joe's a good friend of mine. So we're going to
his house. There's nobody home there."
She shook her head in disbelief. "You mean he...you...you told..."
"Be cool, Janie. Joe knows what you want, just like I do. The two of us
are going to give you the time of your life."
Jane turned pale, then a deep red. "Stop the car," she demanded.
Chuck kept driving.
"Chuck, stop the car! Let me out!"
"No way, Janie," Chuck said.
"If you think you can just--" she began furiously.
"Yeah, I do," Chuck interrupted. "I think I can just do anything I want.
That's why you're here, remember? You like to be shoved around. Want me to twist
your arm again? Remember how good it felt?"
"Damn you!" Jane whispered.
"Sure. Damn me and damn yourself, but it's all bullshit. You're here
because you want more of that, and we're here to give it to you. So if there's
two of us, all the better for you. Right?"
Jane bowed her head. She was trembling. For a good while there was
silence in the car. The girl seemed to be struggling with herself; then finally
she appeared to reach a decision. She took a deep breath and looked up.
"Maybe it's better that way," she said in a low voice.
"Sure it is," Chuck said.
"Chuck, listen," the girl said, looking away from him through the
windshield. "I'm...I mean I never...I've never..."
"You're a virgin."
"I...yes."
"That's okay. We'll take care of that."
"Listen to me," Jane insisted. "I--I have to tell you...what I want.
Yes...I'm a virgin. And I don't want to give my virginity away."
"What!"
"That's right. I want--"
"Hold on! You're still kidding yourself, Janie. You can't hold on to it
forever. What the hell are you here for if you don't want to lose your
virginity, for Christ's sake?"
"That's not what I said. I didn't say I didn't want to lose it."
"You didn't?"
"No. I said I didn't want to give it away."
"Well, what the hell....You mean you want to sell it?"
"No. I mean I want to have it TAKEN away." Jane was still looking
straight ahead. "I want to be raped," she said.
