I still wasn’t hungry on Monday, but I ate a light lunch and then went to the pool. Angie came, swam with some friends, and left without looking at me. I didn’t get to swim that night. Families were leaving for vacations, and attendance was really low. That meant there weren’t many people still available for my after-hours parties. Katrina was working full-time for one of the other guards, and she kept staring at me with a puzzled and worried look on her face. Can women read men that clearly?
“You don’t seem to be yourself, Don.” Katrina remarked. “Are you feeling okay?”
I lied and told her I was fine. She obviously didn’t believe me.
Tuesday was much better. Angie came, swam, and talked to me for a few minutes. She whispered that she understood. I doubted it. That night I had an amorous after-hours couple for a party at the pool, and I got to swim laps after my run. When I finished, I stayed in the pool listening to the rhythmic, wet slap-slap-slap as he pounded into her. I thought of Angie and my eyes burned. I blinked away the tears and washed my face in the pool. I was really glad when they finally finished and left.
Wednesday morning Doris called and asked me to stop by. I got there about 11:00. Not surprisingly she was fully dressed when she opened the door. She led me into their family room. “I want you to watch this, Don.”
The video was from a hand-held camera with its own light. I saw bars and I realized it was taken in the jail. I saw someone lying down, and then Bud’s surprised face as he awoke. Bud screamed. There was a lot of commotion and some cursing, and then I could see that a group of big guys had stripped Bud naked. They pinned his face against the concrete floor and forced his behind to stick up. Bud was cursing.
Somebody walked up and shoved what looked like a piece of closet rod about a foot in and out of Bud’s ass. He shrieked, screamed a couple of times, then began to whimper. He kept saying, “NO! NO!” over and over. Then one of the men pulled the stick out and began to fuck him in the ass. Bud screamed with each thrust. The ass-fucker climaxed with a loud series of grunts and pulled out.
When a second guy prepared to fuck Bud, the camera angle changed, and I could see shiny, red blood flowing from Bud’s behind. I grabbed a wastebasket and threw up. Then I grabbed the remote control from Doris and turned the tape off. “Why?” I asked.
Doris gave me her nasty smile. “Don’t you want to watch the rest? There are eight of them who fuck him, several of them twice.” She paused and looked at me. Her cold stare gave me the chills. “When they were done, Bud couldn’t even crawl. He just lay there on the floor of his cell, whimpering and bleeding from his ass.”
I started to tremble, both from fear and anger. Doris gave me that cold smile again.
“Bud violated the trust of this family. Now he’s castrated, and for the next twenty years or so he’s going to be the fuck-boy of every animal in prison who wants him. They don’t like rapists very much. Since he can’t get it up any more, they may cut it off just for fun. After all he doesn’t need it now, does he? Do I make myself clear?”
I nodded. I had nothing to say. I was angry at myself because I was visibly shaking. Doris showed me out, and I drove up to the pool early. I was still trembling. I swam laps until it was time to guard. I didn’t feel clean. I even felt sorry for Bud. I kept hearing his screams.
That evening I was in the middle of my weight routine when Angie suddenly drove up. She walked over and asked, “Is there anyone else here tonight?” I shook my head. I was more than a little afraid of her being there. If Doris ever found out . . .
“Please put the weights away and let’s swim.”
I stashed the weights and bars, and went down to the pump room to change into my suit. Angie followed me. “Don! Look at me!”
I turned, and she carefully stripped off her clothes. She grinned. “I still want to go skinny-dipping with you!”
I started to cry and I grabbed Angie and held her against me. She pushed my shorts and jock down, then pulled off my shoes. Then we kissed, hard. This time she kissed away MY tears, but she was crying too.
She broke away and ran up the stairs. She dived in and I followed her. I caught her in the shallow end. She wrapped her legs around me and we began to make love.
“I want to make love beside the pool. On the mats. Like we almost did!” She said.
We teased each other as long as we could and finished in the missionary position, both of us yelling together. We took another swim and held each other in about five feet of water.
Angie fondled my penis until it became hard. “We never did anal sex. Can we do it here?”
I kissed her, and with the help of the warm water, she gradually took all of me into her anus. She began to slide up and down on my penis, moving easily because of the support of the water. I gently rubbed her clitoris, and we both came again.
She pulled off me and rubbed my penis until it was hard again. It took quite a while. “I like it better in my pussy.” She said. I slid myself into her, and we held each other in the water, joined together as man and woman.
“I know my mother and aunt did what they thought was best, but . . . I was really hurt because I thought you were just, well . . . ”
“Paid help?”
Angie nodded. “Yes. I really hated you, and then I remembered the devastated look on your face when I screamed at you that you and my mother . . . You really do love me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Angie, I do. Very much. I’m glad you came up here tonight, and not just because of this.”
“I had to! Tomorrow we leave for Europe, and when I get back you’ll be gone back to school. Will we see each other again?”
“I don’t know, Angie. We live in different parts of society, really in different worlds. If we’re both free in a couple of years, maybe we can get past this and . . .”
She put her finger on my mouth. “SHHH! Right now may be all we ever get. Make love to me again, my wonderful lover!”
With considerable difficulty I climbed the ladder with Angie impaled on my penis. I carried her over to the cushions, and lay back with Angie on top. “No, Angie, love! I can’t do that! We’ll make love to each other!”
I caressed the entire front of her body as she rode me. We never broke eye contact until her orgasm overwhelmed her and I ejaculated. We held each other for a long time. Neither of us fell asleep, and we didn’t talk. We just held and caressed each other. We stared into each other’s eyes, lost in our thoughts and in our love. It was after 4:00 a.m. when Angie lifted herself off me and stood up. I started to get up, but she gently pushed me back down.
“No, lover, just stay here until I’m gone!” She said. I could see tears welling in her eyes. “Mom was right about one thing. You were the right man to take my cherry!” Then she leaned down and gently kissed me. “Don’t ever forget that I love you, too!”
She got up and ran quickly through the gate. I heard her sob as she ran down the steps to the pump room to get dressed.
A few minutes later she came back up and ran to her car. She didn’t look back. I watched her car as she drove away, and I listened until the sound disappeared. We never even said goodbye.
I got up and put the cushions under cover. I found my way back to the pump room and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and was surprised to see tears streaming down my face.
I realized that it would be nearly impossible to overcome the difference in wealth between Angie’s family and mine. And could Angie really get past the fact that I’d also screwed her mother? I wasn’t sure. But more importantly, Doris would never let me marry Angie because I knew their family secret. Love doesn’t always conquer all.
I knew that Angie would be a different person once her mother taught her how to be really cold, devious, and manipulative. I doubted I would be able to trust her, let alone love her, once her mother “trained” her. But I loved her right now, and the sense of loss hurt. Unbelievably much. And I had betrayed her trust.
Then I wondered whether Angie had just fucked me a few minutes earlier because she wanted to, or because her mother had told Angie that she could manipulate me this way. The anal sex was Angie ignoring her mother. But the other? The fact that I could even momentarily entertain that thought reinforced the conclusion that Angie and I had no future together. I spent the next hour sitting beside the pool, tears dripping onto the concrete, while I thought about the Angie I loved but who would never be the same for me again. I went back to my apartment a little after dawn.