Don woke in the throes of the most exquisite sensation he’d ever known. The sunlight blinded his opened eyes for a moment. And his immediate consciousness was concentrated on the core of this unexpected ecstasy. Mind and body, he gave himself over to it. His eyes closed again with the surging release of his lust. After a moment the thrill subsided and he opened them. He blinked to accustom them to the sunlight and then looked down at the lower half of his body. He focused on the tresses of red hair fanning out over his stomach and legs. His brain still sleep-fogged, it wasn’t until Wilma raised her head to look at him coyly that he recognized the instrument of his pleasure. When he did, his brain was still unable to comprehend what had happened, or why. His puzzlement showed in his face.
“Sleeping Beauty wakes,” Wilma purred.
“What? I don’t—what’s --?”
“Or rather Prince Charming. Sleeping Prince Charming.”
“Wilma, what the devil --?”
“Call me Cinderella. I’m your Cinderella, my darling. Or, better still, your Fairy Godmother. I just wave my wand -- I mean your wand -- and happiness is yours.”
“Now, wait a minute --”
“Yes, but only a minute, my darling. And then—” She swooped down for a brief instant and caught his sticky penis in her mouth again.
“Stop it!” Don pulled away and stood up. “What do you think you’ve been doing?”
“Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“I was asleep!”
“That doesn’t answer my question. You did enjoy it, didn’t you?”
“I can’t really say,” Don said stubbornly. “I was asleep.”
“Not at the end, you weren’t. And either you were enjoying it then, or you’re the world’s greatest actor.”
“All right. I enjoyed it. Naturally. But if I’d been awake, I never would have done it. I mean I never would have let you do it.”
“Why? Because you think it’s perverted or something?”
“No. I don’t think it’s perverted. I’ve always wanted—Hell I’m not going to go into that. That’s none of your business!” He took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. “I wouldn’t have done it because I’m engaged to Glory,” he said finally. “And you know that.”
“I know that. But Glory never gave you pleasure like this. You know that. Admit it.”
“We’ve got a whole life ahead of us,” Don said, the shakiness of his voice telling Wilma she’d hit home.
“A whole life of frustration. I know these prissy rich girls. Underneath everything, they really think sex is dirty. She’s never going to give you this kind of pleasure. Come on now, Don, admit it. Is she?”
“I don’t know,” Don shrugged half-heartedly. “She's not like you. That’s for sure.”
“And what am I like?” Wilma asked him softly.
“You’re -- brazen—that’s the word. You’re brazen about sex.”
“Maybe. So what? I see what I want and I go after it.”
“You take it. And without asking, too. The question is: Why did you do it?”
“Maybe I’m in love with you.” Wilma smiled.
“No.” Don shook his head. “I don’t think that’s it. Really, whatever prompted you to -- to come on like that?”
“All right, I’ll tell you the truth. I came on you lying here naked and you were having a dream. It must have been a very sexy dream while I was watching you, you got this gigantic hard-on. I began to cream just watching you. I guess I lost control and I just had to do what I did.”
Don thought about it a moment and then nodded reluctantly. “I guess I can understand that,” he said. “What’s done is done,” he added. “There’s no point in crying over it—as long as it doesn’t happen again.”
“Don’t you want it to happen again?” Wilma asked in a husky voice.
“It mustn’t. Glory and I love each other. I don’t want anything to spoil that.”
“She wouldn’t have to know.”
“No.” Don shook his head firmly. “I’d know. I’d never be able to stand knowing I was cheating on her. You have to understand. I love her.”
“I wonder if she’s being that faithful.”
“Glory? Don’t be ridiculous! The idea of being disloyal to me would never enter her head. Besides, the opportunities around here are pretty limited.”
“They’re not as limited as you think,” Wilma told him. “Take it from a girl who knows.”
“Maybe not for you. For someone like Glory they are. Besides, you just got through saying she was prissy about sex. How can you turn around now and insinuate that she’d be promiscuous?”
“I said she was prissy about what she did—not necessarily about who she did it with. These attractive, spoiled little rich girls like Glory always like to spice up their lives with a little variety. They may not have much know-how, but they get their kicks playing around all the same.”
“Oh, come on now.”
“I mean it. Suppose I were to tell you I knew for a fact that Glory was doing just that -- playing around with another man?”
“I wouldn’t believe you.”
“Suppose I could prove it,” Wilma insisted. “Then would you admit you were foolish to turn down what I’m offering you?”
“Maybe. But you can’t prove it.”
“I can. I will. But it may take a little time. Meanwhile, why don’t you let me make you forget Glory right now?” Wilma’s tongue darted from her lips suggestively.
“No! I told you, I don’t believe you. No! and that’s final!”
“You certainly are a prude.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just in love with Glory. Even if she won’t do what you did.”
“Then you admit it was good?”
“Terrific!” Don blushed. He hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that.
“And you think she’d turn down a ‘terrific’ experience?”
“I’m positively sure she would.”
“Well, my naive bucko, then it looks like I’ll just have to prove to you how wrong you are. Like I said, it may take a little while, but I’ll do it.” Wilma turned to leave. “I’ll be seeing you, sweetie,” she said. “And when I do, you’ll know how right I am about Glory.”
She took off her sandals to wade through the brook and then started down the path towards her father’s farm.
Don watched her go, more than half-regretting his stubborn refusal to let her repeat what she’d done to him. The truth was that the experience had shaken him up even more that he’d let her know. Now he admitted to himself that it made sex with Glory seem very tame by comparison. He recalled the feeling of ecstasy—it had seemed as though the top of his head would fly off with the intensity of it—and felt the heat stirring in his loins at the memory. He knew he’d never be able to forget Wilma’s effect on him. And, truthfully, he doubted that Glory would ever grant him the same favor. Naively, he believed that she just wasn’t that kind of a girl. Almost, he found himself hoping that he would see Wilma again.