She felt the rising tides of ecstasy beginning in her loins and her senses glowed and sparkled and then she began to make the shrill whinnying sounds and her whole being exploded.
And, for her, that was the big one.
The nicest one of all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The bright morning sunlight in her room snapped Norma awake with a sudden fearful conviction that she had forgotten to do something that was very important. For a moment she had no idea what she could have forgotten and then she recalled her nocturnal date with Adam Wright.
She had slept right through the night and her dreams had been lurid, erotic and decidedly stimulating. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs even before she moved her thighs. She was sopping and that distressed her. It was bad enough that she should have such horrid dreams, but when a nice girl could have such dreams and react to them with all of the outward signs of an aroused sexuality, it was particularly awful.
She got out of bed and when she checked the alarm clock she saw that it had gone off and she had slept right through it. That was very unusual for her. She was usually the type who woke just a few minutes before the alarm went off. But that had not happened this time. She had no idea why she should have slept right on past the alarm.
She wondered if Adam Wright would be angry. If he would arrest her, too, along with the others. She didn't think that he would.
While she was dressing she decided that she would have to make another trip to the library again. Somewhere along the way, she was sure, she would see Adam Wright. And, she would get the chance to explain things to him. And, of course, they would meet again in the carriage house that night and perhaps he would want to hold her and kiss her. She remembered the things that she had done with Adam Wright and she could feel all of her skin prickling and the sudden heat in her cheeks made her cringe. And then she was angry, furious with herself because she could not accept sex as something that two people could share and enjoy without shame or embarrassment. But, she couldn't do it that way. She had to blush and tremble and struggle against unknown forces and even as she surrendered, she faced the tacit suspicion that she had yearned to be forced or coerced into a sexual activity right along.
She began to feel the creeping, crawling excitements, building within her and she decided that there would be an easy way to thwart such inclinations. She would step into the shower and by the time the water had drenched her and cleansed her, she would be able to breakfast with the others on an equal footing.
They were all so calm, so self-assured and she thought sometimes that she hated them because they were so strong, so powerful. Lily was very much like them and becoming more so all the time. She would have to do something about Lily. Of course, she had pretty well made sure that Adam did not arrest Lily, along with the others, but she felt that there was more that she should do about Lily. Like get her interested in the good things of life. Lily was only interested in boys these days. And, that, of course, could be very dangerous for a thirteen-year-old girl with a body like Lily's. She had seen the way men looked at Lily. She had even known several moments of envy, too.
She stretched and when she walked into the bathroom she was conscious of feelings that were very much out of place in her body. She was turned on sexually, somehow, and she hurried to get into the shower and get under the water so she wouldn't have to do that dreary business with the fingers, just so that she could think.
She defeated her own purposes, actually, because the water was warm and when she soaped her body she naturally used the soap and the washcloth there, too, and just rubbing her supersensitive flesh there made her come and she stood, leaning against the slick walls, while
the weakening orgasm swept through her and almost robbed her of the ability to stand. That was another thing. She was sure that the orgasms she experienced were much more strenuous than other people experienced. She was nearly wiped out completely every time she had a good orgasm. Of course, she was able to enjoy them and sometimes, like now, she would get so overcome with sensual and sexual urgings she just had to do something.
She stood under the harsh cascade of water and as the stinging spray touched her breasts and her pubic region, she could feel a rising tide of sensual pleasure in her body and she knew that she was trembling, shaken anew by more stimulation. A sense of utter degradation came to her as she used her fingers to relieve herself again. She was becoming a voluptuary, a girl who could find great erotic bliss in horrid dreams and she was a real fake. She could find great sexual pleasures in the things that she would dream about, and she could do things with Adam Wright, but in her heart of hearts, or wherever cowards really lived, she was still the ice maiden and she would always be the ice maiden. That thought frightened her, somehow.