Wild One

"I'm sure glad you seem to have cheered up, Chuckie" Mary Lou tells you as she lies on her bed in nothing but her nightie "You were looking awful gloomy when you showed up for dinner this evening, and I'd been hoping the two of us could have even more fun than usual tonight."

"Of course we can., Mary Lou. I don't know what got into me before but I'm feeling right as rain now."

"I'm certainly glad to hear that, 'cos there's been something I've been itching to show you ever since we first got together. I needed to be completely sure you were the right guy for me for all-time to be ready to share it with you. And I know for certain in my heart now that's exactly what you are, of course."

Of course. It's been the best part of a week since you first met, after all. You have no idea what Mary Lou is referring to - with that girl it could be just about anything. Your current mood is excited but with some reservations.

"You can't ever tell anyone about this. okay? Especially my folks. It has to be one of our little secrets . Probably the biggest of them all."

You are pretty sure now that your girlfriend is going somewhere seriously sexy with this and nod vigorously in agreement to those terms as she reaches under her bed and pulls out a plain looking book with no title on the cover. She then pats the space next to her on the mattress as a wordless invitation for you to come and lie beside her as she peruses it.

"So what is this? Lady Chatterley's Lover?"

"No, silly. It's more like Chuck David's Lover"

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just look at the title, Chuckie"

You lean across so your lips are almost in contact with hers as you read the wording on the front page.

How to Drive Your Man Wild.

The book was written by a Professor D. Braun and seems to be some sort of sex manual. You've heard of those making their way onto the shelves of some of the more liberal book stores in New York or California in the past couple of years. but you're surprised to see an example in Greenvale, especially one with such a racy and provocative title. How the fuck did sweet little Mary Lou get her hands on a copy?

"Where did you get this?"

"That's the curious thing, Chuckie. I have no idea. I just found it."

"What do you mean you found it? Found it where?"

"Under my pillow. On my eighteenth birthday"

"What? So Betsy must have put it there for you."

That seems surprising. But there isn't really any other explanation. Perhaps she decided to stealthily drop it in her daughters room to avoid having to have an awkward conversation about the birds and the bees. Plus Betsy had hinted to you only that morning about having some kind of sexy book of her own.

"You think my mother gave me this? Are you crazy?"

"Okay, then who else put it there? The sex fairy?"

"I don't know. But Suzy told me she got one on her eighteenth birthday as well,. Do you think her mother did that too? I guess it would be less surprising than mine coming from my mother, considering what people say about Sue."

Every time you think this town can't get any stranger it finds a way to outdo itself.

"Anyway, it doesn't really matter where it came from." Mary Lou continues, with seemingly little interest in how a mysterious and probably illegal sex manual found it's way into her most private and personal space "The point is this book can potentially take our love life to the next level. I thought it would be nice for us to go through it together and start picking out the things you'd like me to do for you the most."

Okay, so that does sound like a pleasant way to spend an evening together. You lie next to your girlfriend with one hand up her nightie to caress her nubile body as you start reading through the book with her page by page.

Two things quickly become apparent to you.

The first is that this isn't actually a sex manual like you had expected and, honestly, Mary Lou doesn't need one of those anyway. For someone who is adamant she had never so much as kissed a guy before you came along, your girlfriend is a total natural between the sheets and that element of your relationship could scarcely be any better. This book seems to be more around the psychological side of sexuality - kinks, fetishes, role playing. The kind of things Mary Lou could do to really get you worked up before the actual fucking starts. The book therefore goes way beyond anything you would expect to find stocked in even the most progressive of book stores, which makes it all the more surprising that Betsy could have gotten her hands on at least two copies of it.

The second thing that strikes you is how much this sex professor (what a way to earn a living that must be!) really knows his stuff. The book itself isn't written in language that is at all titillating or racy. It is methodical and matter of fact, almost like an instruction manual. But every idea detailed is sizzling hot and something you would love to try. However, while you are practically salivating at most of what you are reading, Mary Lou just seems puzzled by it.

"This is a very odd book, Chuckie. Why would you want me to take all of my clothes off, put on a collar and leash and act like I was your obedient and loyal pet dog? And that your manhood was some kind of play toy for me to put in my mouth? You wouldn't enjoy that would you?"

She then looks at you and easily reads your silent but far from inscrutable reaction to that question.

"Oh, you would enjoy that, huh? Okay, then I can definitely do it some time if it makes you happy. I guess I'll need to take a trip to Mr Randolf's pet store first. He'll probably find me buying doggie things quite curious since he knows I don't have any pets. And I'd probably have to check that the collar fits me, but I'm sure I can think of some excuse or other for that. Actually, quite a few of these ideas will require some preparation. I could ask Marie if she could swipe me a pair of handcuffs from her father, he probably has plenty of them. And I'm quite good at sewing so I could have a go at making some of the costumes myself. It can be my little side project while you're out working!"

She actually seems to be enjoying this too, but in a weirdly wholesome way. Your enthusiasm comes from an entirely different place.

"Oh, here's one we could do tonight!" Mary Lou suddenly exclaims "Naughty school girl! I still have my high school uniform here somewhere. It ought to fit, though I've grown a little taller since then so the skirt might come up short and my chest is bigger now so I might not be able to do up all the buttons at the top of my blouse."

"That will still work" you assure her quite emphatically.

"Yay! Then it looks like I'm going to be your very own unruly school brat to deal with for the rest of the night!" Mary Lou beams as she springs up from the bed and practically prances towards her closet "It will be fun to see how you bring me into line and put me in my place. Though I'd be grateful if you don't go too hard on the spanking."

Damn. To think that just a few hours ago you were seriously considering trying to make a break from this place.