"The Full Life"
by
In a world full of people who exist in a state between tedium and
apathy there are a few who are more alive. . . .more appreciative of
the world around them and open to the sensory perceptions that they
meet in their life. Their's is a full and abundant life. They taste
the many and varied flavors that generate a passion for fine food and
drink. They see the sunrise and the sunset in all it's glory as the
brilliant lights and colors fade into delicate hues and finally night,
They hear the crickets chirp and the gentle winds that rustle the
leaves about them. It is the full utilization of these senses that
excites the mind and titillates the passions for life that fills those
perceptive few with joy, fear, love, hate and happiness.
For the masses, their minds remain closed to their senses and they
remain securely behind their wall of oblivion. . . . In that state,
they need not think or react or face the world squarely. Life seems
easy. . . . Joy, fear, hate and happiness are muted and stifled.
Benjamin Duffel was not one of the masses; rather, he was unique! He
had been raised by a loving family in modest circumstances and free of
worry. He had always sought to live life to the fullest. . . . to
experience every emotion and deal with each of them in a way that was
satisfying to his inner being. He grew strong in his mind. . . even
stronger than his tall, skinny, awkward body.
By high school, Ben was ready to meet the world in his terms. He was
an honor student; he played several sports and he was an officer in
several school clubs. . . but he had one major failing in his otherwise
full life. . . .
Ben was afraid of girls. . . .Oh! Not in crowds or in public
situations; here he appeared self assured and competent. When he was
alone with a girl his otherwise agile mind failed him and he blundered. . . .
Then, Sammie Johnson came into his life. Ben couldn't exactly pinpoint
the date but it was probably during their freshman year of high school.
Sammie was simply around. . .
Sammy Johnson was also an honor student, active in band and several
school organizations and, like Ben, ready to meet the world on her
terms. To the boys in high school her 5'-10" frame and awesome figure
coupled with her quick mind and confidence scared most of them. . . .
The others were simply unsuitable!
Unlike Ben, Sammie was acutely aware of her situation and sought after
some solution to her dilemma. By her Junior year in high school, she
had still not found a solution and never a day went by that she didn't
ponder the situation. She had accepted several dates with boys all of
who sought quick sex or were interested in booze and drugs!
Then, she became aware of Ben Duffel. She considered Ben. . . .smart,
confident, an honor student, didn't drink or smoke! Perhaps he would
provide an answer for her. Of course, as she considered Ben far too
mature for her, even though he was the same age as she was, her own
confidence waned. Her nerves failed her whenever she approached him. . . .
At their high school graduation, Ben and Sammie stood side by side as
the top students in their class. They were honored with special awards
and handsome scholarships and displayed a level of confidence seldom
seen in even much older people. They were good. . . . .
Summer passed and the two honored students started life at the
dormitory of the State university some hundred miles from home. For
Sammie and Ben it was a time of emotional trauma and fear and
loneliness. . . .
Ben attacked his studies with a vengeance and focused totally his work.
Sammie, on the other hand, was unable to keep her focus as she fought
the natural appetites of a healthy young woman. She was torn between
the desire to keep herself pure for marriage and the desire to seek the
new and exciting adventures that were easily available on their
university scene. All her instincts told her that she wanted to remain
pure. All her emotions and feelings told her to seek the adventures so
readily available. Her mind simply couldn't bring all the various
alternatives together for analysis. . . .
Rather by accident than by design, she had begun to address her sexual
appetites with manual stimulation. With no man, and driven by a
healthy lust, she sought satisfaction in the back stall of the dorm
bathroom as she drove her fingers over her sensitive genitalia.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard she concentrated, she found only
partial satisfaction. By Thanksgiving vacation, she made her way to
the rear stall at least twice a day as if she were addicted to her
fingers. . .
It was during her time at home away from the dorm for Thanksgiving
vacation that she began to address her situation rationally. She
realized that nothing short of a man would provide the satisfaction she
sought. Then, she thought about the other ramifications of doing it. . .
She was well aware of the social disease and the stigma of an
out-of-wedlock pregnancy. She had a fair idea of the emotional
implications of illicit sex . In fact these facts gave her a healthy
fear of having sex.
Both issues had to be addressed and somehow reconciled if she were to
get on with her life. . . . After due consideration, she decided that
her best alternative would be to find an attractive virgin young
college student who could provide the sex she craved without the fear
of social disease. She could start on the pill and insist on the use
of a condom as additional precaution. By the time she had returned
to her dorm she had refined the plan into a workable solution.
Ben had just left his afternoon chemistry lab when Sammie appeared next
to him. She seemed especially warm and friendly. Of course, Ben
immediately became his old awkward self as his mind turned to mush in
front of a woman. To make matters worse, Sammie seemed to be
especially beautiful and he wanted, with all his mind and heart and
soul to tell her that. Finally he blurted out, "Hi! How ya doin?"
As they walked across the campus, Sammie appeared unaware of Ben's
condition and they walked with her doing all the talking. It was only
after a not too subtle hint and a light caress on his arm that Ben
agreed to take her to a university lecture that evening.
The date was not memorable but it did cause some bonding. Sammie
looked back on the evening and assessed it as a first phase in her
plan. Ben met her physical specifications for the man to solve her
problem. . . . He was a bore, she thought, but then, this wasn't to
be a life-long commitment or anything, just a coitus to relieve her
tensions. . . . or maybe it was! Even as she pursued her plan her
mind was uneasy!
The second date, was equally staid and awkward as the first as Sammie
talked. Ben realized that he wasn't holding up his responsibility
towards the date even as he tried desperately to overcome his problem.
He wondered why Sammie had stayed around after that second date.
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Sammie wondered too. Perhaps she had chosen the wrong man for her plan
but it was too late to change that plan now. Her math had placed her
safe time around 28 December and it was already December. . .
After final exams, Ben's mind, freed of his studies, was free to
concentrate on his social life. . . or rather the lack of it! He had
been on three dates with Sammie and even he knew that he was a failure;
yet, she kept going with him. Why me? he wondered, She could have
any man she wanted. As he was around her his appetites were
whetted and his passions were pushing due bounds. He was feeling horny
and frustrated knowing he had no ability to seduce any woman, let alone
Sammie.
He was forced to relieve himself frequently by manual stimulation . . .
Of course, things never seem to happen according to our best efforts.
So it was with Ben and Sammie; Ben had a need which he assumed could
never be fulfilled. Sammie had a plan which would address all her
needs. So much for plans. . . .
With Christmas vacation starting, Ben and Sammie quickly boarded a bus
for home. It was to be a six hour trip and Sammie had decided that it
might be a good time to intensify their relationship. It was also a
time of unseasonable winter weather as they settled into their seats
and got cosy. . . .
An hour later, Sammie had been hinting to Ben for some intimacy;
perhaps a nice embrace or a kiss with no apparent success. Several
other couples on the bus were making out and one was just short of
intercourse but Ben and Sammie remained prim and proper. . . . . not
that Sammy wanted it that way. Then, the bus pulled to a stop in
front of a motel and announced that the blizzard had closed the roads
and they were stranded for the duration of the storm.
As the mostly student passengers departed the bus they were forming
into groups of two, four and even six or seven to register. Couples
wanted privacy. Bigger groups wanted to party and when it came time
to register, Ben and Sammie had agreed to share a room with two beds as
a matter of economy
The situation fit into Sammie's plan perfectly. She could get his
interest with some coquettish acts and womanly wiles; yet, she knew he
was too inexperienced to offer much objection. Of course, she had
been observing him carefully and knew that he was getting quite hot and
horny. . . . .not much of a challenge!
By the time they had moved into their room it was dinner time and they
were hungry. . . . the dinner in the motel dining room was neither well
prepared nor tasty and the service was poor.
It was Ben's idea to take a bottle of brandy to their room. He didn't
really know why! He could barely afford it. For whatever reason, he
knew that he wanted that bottle of brandy. Had he known what it could
do, he'd have walked through fire for it. . . . Sammie liked the
idea too. It might ease the tension between them and make her plan
easier to carry out.
Back in their room, Ben poured the brandy and they toasted to a good
Christmas. As they got comfortable, Sammie sipped the fiery liquid
slowly and they sat on the sofa where they watched an inane television
show. Ben sat close to her, hoping against hope for some way to
overcome his problem.
It was after the third brandy that Ben began to loosen and relax. His
awkwardness had abated and he communicated freely with the woman beside
him. They laughed together at the television. . . .
The effects of the brandy had been gradual and soon the couple were
engaged in meaningful conversation. They laughed and spoke intimately
with each other as they touched and savored life. The passions that
had been so long denied in each of them had begun to surface and could
no longer be overcome.
When Ben moved to kiss Sammie, it was his first attempt to kiss a woman
- ever! Yet it seemed so right! When Sammie felt his lips pressing
hers it was also her first meaningful kiss - ever! She pressed her
lips on his and moved closer to embrace. It felt so good! As they
savored the kiss, they felt the heat of their bodies as they embraced
and nothing else mattered as their passions overcame them. . .
In a matter of minutes, they had experienced a whole new range of
sensations. When Ben nibbled on Sammie's nipple, it seemed the most
natural thing in the world - as well as the most sensuous. When he
placed his hand on her pudendum she reacted to a whole new set of
sensations, each more exciting than the last. She wondered briefly
what had happened to her clothing which lay in a heap on the floor. . .
. Then, there was a new distraction more exciting than any previous!
For Ben, it was also new and exciting and his passions knew no bounds!
He moved by instinct alone! Next to him was a woman that he had hours
before only dreamed about and had no hope of ever loving. . . . . He
moved slowly, testing each new move! Then, he sensed it was time. . .
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He moved slowly over Sammie to position himself for what would be the
union between them. Of course, it was awkward due to his inexperience
but Sammie assisted him until suddenly she froze. . . .
"Nooooo!" she cried, "We can't do this", and even as she spoke, her
hands held him in place. . . Then, "We can't!" . . . and her hands
drew him towards her. Ben, sensing the indecision could wait no loner.
He resisted the impulse until a locomotive could not have pulled him
from his course. Then, overcome by his passions, he pushed himself
forward and he sank the crown of his tool into her waiting quim. There
was only silence as he felt himself at maximum penetration and he
waited savoring the latest and ultimate sensation.
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As they lay united, Ben realized his aggression and felt remorse and
guilt. . .He was repulsed by the thought that he had raped her. . .
Then, he felt it. Sammie had raised her butt and returned his thrust.
. . ever so intimate; yet, hardly discernable! He realized that she
was with him. . . .
The first time, if it's between two loving people, is always good. The
inexperience and awkwardness as they find new and exciting experiences
only adds to the pleasure. So it was with them.
It was when Sammie felt the quickening of the tool embedded in her
vagina that she realized she wasn't yet on the pill and he wasn't
wearing a condom. . . "Get off!", she screamed even as the spurts of
semen were filling her belly with his seed.
What might have been a perfect afterglow quickly turned to horror for
Sammie. . . .She quickly performed her hygiene and remonstrated herself
for having allowed it to happen. Then her wrath turned on Ben as she
realized that he also bore some responsibility in the matter.
For the rest of the night there was alternately open hostility and
intimate loving relationship as they discussed the ramifications of the
act. Finally, each accepted responsibility and they made plans. . . If
she were pregnant, Ben resolved not to leave her. If she were not
pregnant, they resolved to be more responsible.
It was shortly after breakfast, with the blizzard still blowing
outside, that they returned to their room and returned to their bed. A
pack of condoms lay on the night stand. This time, they made love. .
. .no baggage and no recriminations! Sammie thought of her previous
resolve. . .that it was not a life-long commitment, just coitus.
and wondered how she could have felt that way.
Sammie was never one to refrain from any new and exciting experience. . .
it was her nature to seek beauty, excitement and passion wherever
she found it. She was living life to the fullest, in a motel room,
amidst a blizzard.
Ben was equally engrossed as each new sensation brought another, more
beautiful and more powerful than the last. He allowed his emotions to
guide him through the motions of new found love making. He was
meeting life on his own terms and he had never felt more alive in his
life.
After the morning bout, which was followed with the mellow afterglow
that should be a part of any good love making, they disposed of the
used condom and showered before their morning ablutions. Then, nicely
dressed, they went to lunch.
It was a quiet lunch, again neither well prepared or tasty, but full of
meaningful communication. The dingy colors of the dining room appeared
brighter and the storm less menacing. The people around them seemed
more interesting and a great calm had come over them. . . .
Oh yes! On the day after Christmas, Sammie felt the warm flow. . .her
menstrual period, which had always been regular, had arrived early
along with the rest of her presents!
- The End -
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