Carol Ann: “Oh they must have done it too, just the cocky way Ronnie acted. The first date, he was already trying to get in my panties. He tried everything to get me to do stuff. Asked me ‘why not me, you let Charlie.’ Then there was the line, ‘you’re no virgin anymore so what difference does it make?’ One time he just got it out and showed me how hard and big he was. He was really proud of his penis. He musta thought I’d just fall in love with it. It scared me when he got it out like that — like maybe he’d rape me. I was really scared so just to kinda appease him, I jacked him off. In a way that was good for me. That way I got to see one that wasn’t circumcised like Charlie’s is. After that one time, I told him off and he never asked me out anymore.”
Cora: “So after trying out both circumcised and not, any preferences? Look this is kind of intimate, but how are things with your husband Kenney? Good sex?”
Carol Ann: “When Kenney and I do it, it’s heaven. He always waits till I’m really ready, has to actually, cause his is just as big as Charlie’s and Ronnie’s, maybe bigger. Who measures anyway? With Kenney, there’s always surprises, where and when, no way to predict. On the kitchen table, in the living room, you name it. When we first started dating, we once did it in a motor pool store room out at Andrews. Circumcised? Kenney’s circumcised. Boy, it’s good my parents and the other good Christians in our church don’t know that — if they did, they’d hate him even more. The way it is already, the hypocrites got enough to jabber over, what with their good pure Christian minds all full of his big black one going into my strawberry blonde pussy. Good sex with Kenney? Absolutely the greatest! But it’s got nothing to do with how big he is or that he don’t have a foreskin. No, it’s the way we do it, free, happy, respectful. We really have fun fucking, we laugh, make jokes, giggle, it’s almost like the mind blowing orgasms he gives me aren’t even all that important.”
Cora: “Any regrets looking back? I mean about Charlie?”
Carol Ann: “Regrets? No, no way. Some pleasant memories. More nostalgia than anything. Like I said before about the Summer Place music. I used to wonder about what it could have been with Charlie, but no more. You? You’re still hurting, I can see it.”
Cora hadn’t realized Carol Ann would notice, but she was right. Still hearing the details of her affair with Charlie helped, not as much as with Mary Ellen, but still.
Reflecting
The chats with Mary Ellen and Carol Ann had brought out some of Charlie’s less noble moments. Mary Ellen had been concerned about his testicles aching and he had used that to get her to fellate him. Worse yet to Cora was that Charlie hadn’t prevented the foursome with Ronnie and Gloria. He could have easily stopped it before it even started. And he had taken advantage of Carol Ann’s choice of words to get her to take off her panties – on their first date!
Comparing Charlie’s licentious behavior with her husband Vern’s solid character, she had started seeing that she should appreciate what she had with Vern. After all Vernon Gieriger was a well-to-do and god-fearing farmer, hard worker and faithful husband. Sure, sex with Vern wasn’t something you’d look forward to all day long, but she had a nice big bathtub and she knew how to use her hand. At one point early in the marriage, in bed she had taken Vern’s hand and tried to coach him on how to handle her breasts. Vern’s jealous explosion had shown her that she had to be very cautious about giving him sex coaching. That was before she realized how strongly he believed that she had let Charlie pet her. Later she had achieved moderate success by guiding his hand to her clitoris. That had gotten him to the point where he realized how important it was that she be lubricated before penetration — not that he did that every time.
For a while after the chats with the two friends, Cora had become much more content. This alone had an effect on Vern. His lovemaking transitioned from being just barely tolerable to somewhat promising. Sometimes she didn’t even need to quickly masturbate to get wet enough for him to stick it in.
Dealing with Vern’s infertility was a challenge that would get her mind more and more back on Charlie. Before and after every breeding session with her father-in-law as a surrogate, she felt like full scale raging Lost Lover Syndrome was ready to kick back in. She had to fall back on another of Dr. Phil’s tips to deal with it – imagine a chance meeting with the lost lover and imagine not getting emotional, just neutral and matter of fact like. Practice speaking some bland lines that express no emotional interest in the lost lover. Dr. Phil had suggested subjects like the weather, grocery prices, a sporting event, somebody’s new car – all kinds of drivel that some people think is earth shaking.
City women with time and money on their hands would have long been in therapy. Farmer’s wives don’t have this luxury. Their husbands are dependent on them holding up their end of the bargain — shop, cook, keep house, get pregnant, raise kids, garden and on occasion help out with plowing, planting, milking, feed the hogs, etc., etc. – the list is long. And oh yeah, not to forget, hubby might want a good fuck from time to time — a farmer’s wife has to be ready to take care of that too, including birth control as needed. Now Vern wasn’t anything close to being a sex maniac, far from it, but still, ever so often he let her know he needed to knock off a piece. Thinking about the whole situation, it crossed her mind that with Vern being sterile, at least there was one thing she didn’t have to take care of, birth control.
The door bell ringing interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to her kitchen. It was her mother-in-law, Gladys. “Say Cora, you going into town this morning, aren’t you? How about bringing along a big bag a sugar for me? I wanna make strawberry jam this afternoon.”
“Sure, no problem. Be glad to. Say I ought to be ovulating in a few days.”
“I’ll tell Norm so he can save plenty of juice for you. Sure hope it works this time.”
Gladys, it’s real big of you to go through with this. Not every woman could stand having her husband doing it with another woman.”
“Well, it’s not like he’s doing it behind my back. After all, I’m there too at all the breeding sessions.”
“And you’re even guiding him into me.”
“Well Cora, it’s for a good cause. Look, I gotta get back and make breakfast for Norm. Best I make ham and eggs. Protein to get him in shape for when you two make that baby. Bye now.”
After Cora had cleared away the breakfast stuff, made the bed and tidied up the house, she made a shopping list and headed towards Samsford where she would shop at Lloyd’s IGA.
The drive into Samsford took less than 20 minutes but on the way, her mind was going a mile a minute — Charlie and the stuff they’d done together, Charlie and the stuff he’d done with Mary Ellen and Carol Ann and the breeding sessions with Norman, her father-in-law. But always, her thoughts went back to Charlie and halfway to Samsford, she began to feel that special tingle and dampness. “Damn! I can’t stop here and masturbate, somebody might come along and see me. All right, enough is enough! Maybe I can get outta the Charlie-and-I fucking mood if I practice what I’d say if by chance, I run into him somewhere.” She pulled over and cut the engine.
Cora had worked up some lines that she might use if she by chance ran into Charlie and now she spoke them aloud: “Hello Charlie, it’s good to see you again. I do hope you are getting along well.” “Congratulations on the Medal of Honor.” “Oh Vern’s great, working hard, but we are doing fine. Thanks.” “Looks like it’s gonna be a great year for corn and soybeans.”
Then involuntarily, she screamed the answer to the question she most feared hearing: “No, we don’t have any kids yet!” She hadn’t intended it, it had just slipped out. After getting herself calmed down, she practiced the cold neutral lines again and then continued practicing them during the remaining drive into town. She was now Vernon’s faithful loving wife and that was it.
By the time Cora had parked at the IGA and took a shopping cart, she had calmed down enough to have a pleasant boring chat with Pastor Heuchler’s wife outside in front of the store.
Inside, she calmly went about shopping for the stuff on her list. Then it happened — as she reached for a box of Tide and happened to look through an opening between the boxes to the next isle, she saw him. Her heart felt like it was going to stop, then it was pounding like mad. There he was. Brown hair, cut real short, on the sides almost shaven, longer on top allowing a hint of his natural curls, face deeply tanned, thinner now, a tired look. Crows feet around his eyes, the eyes themselves twinkling in the way that once made her heart melt. Her heart skipped a beat. The next she knew, she had walked to the end of the aisle and into the next one where he was. He looked up, saw her.
Her eyes wide open, mouth agape, she stared. He looked older, but not old. He wore a pair of old jeans, probably dating back to the time when they had had a future together. Jeans that used to fit him snugly, now they hung on him. Oh, he was thinner, no doubt. Tears welled up as she thought of what he’d been going through.
“Hi Cora.”
In her mind she searched for the lines she’d been practicing. It was as if those neutral lines had been replaced with a blank sheet of paper. What came out of her mouth was what was still in her heart: “Charley! We, uh …. We need to go ….. We gotta go somewhere where we can fuck.”
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