Her high school classmates called her “The Ice Queen” when they were in a good mood. When they weren’t in a good mood, they would call her “Sexless”. It’s not that she was ugly. On the contrary, Gloria was without a doubt the most beautiful girl in her school, and wherever she went, people who didn’t know her were riveted by her physical presence. Gloria could have been the most popular girl in her school had she been more accommodating, sexually speaking. Every young man in her graduating class would have given anything to bed her, from the clumsiest oafs to the most adulated football players. She however, remained completely indifferent to their sensual longings or even their admiration.
The girls in her school hated Gloria, because they could sense that if ever she gave herself a fighting chance she could have any boy she wanted. The boys felt a mixture of fascination and exasperation. She kept them all at bay, and yet because of it they never stopped trying to soften her up. From time to time, though, they would even make fun of her behind her back, because her aloofness wounded their masculine vanity. They would rationalize away her indifference towards them by spreading the word that Gloria wasn’t interested in sex because she was abnormal. Some went as far as to say that she was genetically messed up, a kind of glacial monster.
Gloria confirmed this impression at a party her class organized to celebrate their high school graduation. They were all gyrating lasciviously in the basement of a classmate’s house to music and words that were an invitation to intercourse. Some of the young people were already so aroused that it seemed only a matter of minutes before they would rip each other’s clothes off and begin copulating on the dance floor. Gloria just pretended to be dancing, detached as she was from the proceedings, although several of the young men tried in vain to get her excited by posturing seductively in front of her and exposing more and more of their flesh.
Suddenly, Elaine, the girl at whose house the party was taking place, cried out, “Hey, you guys, let’s see which one of you can ejaculate first. Line up against the wall. You might as well take off all your clothes because you’re half-naked already, and each one of us girls will kneel in front of each one of you and give you a short blow job, and then move on to the next guy in line.” Turning to Gloria, she said in a sweetly malevolent tone of voice, “Gloria, you can have the honour of starting. But you’ll have to undress just like everyone else. You’ve got such nice boobs, why do you want to hide them?”
Gloria felt so insulted and degraded by this remark that for the first time since her classmates knew her she actually blew her cool. All her pent-up anger suddenly exploded.
“Elaine,” she yelled out, “You and all your friends are a bunch of whores and the boys you want to pleasure are just a bunch of vulgar animals. Don’t think that they’ll like you more because you’re making yourself so available. Nobody likes a whore for long. I despise you all, I don’t ever want to see you again. Thank goodness I’ve just graduated. Now I WON’T have to see you again.”
With that, she rushed out of the basement, up the stairs, pulled her coat out of the closet in the vestibule, bolted out the front door and ran rather than walked home, tears of fury streaming down her cheeks, muttering as she ran, Those trash whores … Those trashy whores … And the boys are no better. They’re a bunch of greedy pigs. All they see in a girl are her sex organs. I’m so disgusted I feel like vomiting. There has to be more to life than copulating like beasts. Don’t they have any minds? Don’t they have any hearts? I feel as though I’ve been splattered with mud from head to foot.
Gloria was so dominated by her sense of outrage that she didn’t even notice when she went beyond her street. She kept walking for blocks and blocks on end, as though blinded by her rage. She finally realized that she was in another neighborhood. She turned herself in the right direction, fairly running now, and eventually found her way back to her home. When she saw the light burning on the front porch, she felt she had reached a sanctuary.
Although it was well past 1 a.m., Gloria’s mother, Estelle, had been anxiously awaiting her daughter’s return. She had always been worried about the peer pressure Gloria’s classmates tried to exert on her, even though she felt confident that her daughter was strong enough to resist. Estelle thanked her lucky stars that her daughter never seemed inordinately interested in sex, never surfed on the internet to seek out pornographic sites like so many other people of her age group. She sometimes worried about her daughter’s apparent indifference to young males or to men in general. However, when Estelle thought of all the unwanted pregnancies and abortions that were part and parcel of Gloria’s generation, she was very glad of it.
As soon as Gloria caught sight of her mother in the hallway of their home, she rushed into her arms, sobbing.
“Mother, I ran out of that party. It was becoming an orgy. They wanted me to take part in it. They wanted me to perform such a disgusting act that I don’t even want to talk about it.”
Estelle hugged her daughter lovingly and held her in her arms.
“Don’t even think of talking about it. It’s finished. It’s over. It’s ancient history now. You’re free from that crowd of pigs. You’re going to university in the fall and there you’ll meet some decent people. You’re exhausted. Just go to bed now, have a good sleep and tomorrow that horrible event will disappear like a bad dream.”
To be countinued………….
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