The Sand Trap (10 page)

It certainly was not that she as
uninterested in the opposite sex by any means. Or that she had not
any experience with men.

Her earliest experience happened one day
when her father was away and Bruce came alone to check on her. As
they sat in the barn complaining about the teachers at their
school, the friends that they liked and did not like, and other
totally inconsequential things, he leaned over and clumsily tried
to kiss her. She was so shocked she started laughing and fell off
the milking stool she was sitting on.

“I’m so sorry,” Bruce apologized, turning
beet red in embarrassment. “I just thought it was the right thing
to do. I...ah…ah...”

Suddenly she turned very serious and Bruce
thought for a moment she was going to cry. But Melanie did not cry.
She looked up at Bruce from the floor of the barn and challenged
him.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me
yours.”

For a moment Bruce did not know what she
meant and when he did he tripped over a tongue that suddenly grew
thick, and he blurted,

“You first.”

Melanie proceeded to undo her pants and
dropped them to the floor.

Bruce developed an even deeper blush.

“Underwear too,” he challenged.

“You drop your pants first,” she
responded.

Bruce fumbled with his belt and undid the
fly, but his pants caught on a bulge at his crotch. He wiggled and
they went to the floor and Melanie could see that his penis, she
assumed, was sticking straight out into his underwear.

“Now your underwear,” Bruce ordered in a
very husky voice.

“Melanie did as he said and her underwear
came down to her ankles, but she could not take her eyes off the
bulge. At the same time she felt a warming sensation between her
own legs.

Bruce could not help staring at the tuft of
emerging reddish down between Melanie’s thighs, but probably missed
the tinge of moisture showing at the edges of the hair. He dropped
his underwear and Melanie stole a glance at her first male erect
penis. The first thing that struck her was how he had much more
hair than she did, but she quickly dismissed the hair thing when
she saw how stiff and large Bruce had become. He was a large boy
for his age but the size of this penis caused her to audibly gasp.
She was a farm girl and knew how procreation worked, but she could
not imagine how something that size could fit in her small
opening.

They stood there looking at each other for a
moment, Melanie transfixed on Bruce and wondering how a man could
do this, and laughing to herself as she realized men really were
not any different than her Dad's old collie that she had seen mount
a wandering bitch one day. Bruce stared equally transfixed on
Melanie’s private parts and suddenly shuddered, bent over and
obviously flustered, grabbed his underwear and pants and quickly
shuffled out of the barn.

Bruce never brought her dinner again and it
would be a while before Melanie would ever see an erect penis
again. She learned two important lessons mothers were supposed to
tell their daughters. Men are controlled by what their penis tells
them to do. The warmth between her legs and her own imagination and
the beautiful young men in the golf magazines could bring her
pleasure.

In high school there had been a couple of
boys who she liked and she let one fondle her immature breasts on a
date at the local drive in theatre. She liked the kissing and
actually enjoyed the bumbling attempts at fondling, but hated the
notion that once a boy had touched her she somehow belonged to him.
Consequently most of her encounters were one off events and that
allowed her to explore her own sexuality without commitment. She
learned she had the power to control. On the first date or the
tenth, she discovered that most of the high school boys were
willing to go as far as she would let them. By the time she arrived
at Clapshorn, while still a virgin, she knew that playful sex was
fun, she knew what boys wanted, she knew how to make them mess
their pants and she knew how to be in control of the situation. She
soon learned that the Clapshorn men were different than the
pubescent farm boys in Regina.

In the first instance she quickly realized
that, by and large, they were not as polite or considerate. She
could get a Regina boy to stop when she wanted. Sometimes she let a
boy in high school reach under her panties and sometimes she did
not, it depended upon her mood. But she could control the when and
the how. Most importantly she could stop the action whenever she
wanted. She had learned, even from that first event with Bruce that
boys quickly lost their aggressiveness and took their lives back
from their penis once they “had release” as she started to call it
to herself. She soon learned that a little quick hand action on her
part ended the protestations of love and devotion and sent her home
sooner than later. In most instances, like Bruce, she never heard
from the boy again.

This tactic didn't work so well at
Clapshorn.

During frosh week she agreed to a date with
one of the other boys she had met when they were both trying out
for the golf team. He was from New Mexico and a tall boy, useful
given her own height, and he reminded her a little bit of long ago
Bruce. He seemed shy and nice at the golf range and dinner at a
local pizza hang out was not too risky an adventure. He turned out
to be quite talkative, also useful since life at the Folly and
living with her grandmother had never taught her the art of small
talk. She learned that his family was wealthy, his major was
business, he aspired to be a golf pro and his dog and horse were
his closest friends. The only thing he ever asked her was the
standard “where did you learn that funny swing?” And she gave the
standard answer “Hale, Andy and Moe.” He gave her an odd look and
continued to tell her how cold it was in Canada and he knew that
because he went fishing there one spring with his dad and brothers
and they froze. That would never happen in New Mexico.

This turned out to be the pattern for any
time she tried to date any of the men at Clapshorn, especially the
golfing ones. They never really seemed interested in her as a
person and like this first guy they just wanted to get over the
niceties as quickly as they could so they could get to the real
purpose of a date at Clapshorn. In this instance it was out to the
covered box of his very large pickup and have sex. Real sex. Not
the high school pet until you are hot and go home sex. But the
real, get it inside her as fast as he could, sex. She realized what
was happening when he proudly brought out a pack of condoms as soon
as they climbed into the truck and she was too surprised to do
anything except open the door of the truck and run. She realized
she should have said something to him but words never came easily
to her and the embarrassment of her action was too much to try and
explain.

On the following Monday she was still so
embarrassed that she would have stayed away from the golf practice
if Rebecca had not forced her to attend. She imagined that Turk had
told the other guys she was not only a virgin, but a freak, and
they would all be laughing at her for just one more thing other
than her clothes, swing and social reticence. It turned out the
opposite. The guys were suddenly more friendly than usual and one
even offered to help her with her bags from the storage in the
clubhouse. She learned later that Turk, of course, in a defense of
his New Mexican manhood told a very different story of the outcome
of that first date and soon she was deluged with requests for
dates. It took her two dates to effectively deal with the rumour
Turk had started and after that the offers quickly dried up.

The only other difficult time she had was
when, early in her first fall at Clapshorn, she reluctantly agreed
to a date with Burt Van Royan, one of the men golfers. She really
did not like him very much. He was a good golfer, maybe the second
best golfer on the team, something of a braggart, a bully with the
other younger boys and apparently from a very wealthy family. The
latter was not unusual at Clapshorn. She thought they could talk
golf at least. She did not grow to like him any more over dinner
since all he talked about was how important his family was and how
he was going to be a pro golfer. He didn't ask her one thing about
herself. Afterward he became very aggressive when she refused to
have sex and she actually had to fight him off as he tried to pin
her down on the front seat of his car parked in a dark corner of
the pizza joint parking lot. They had not even made out and she had
not given any indication that she even wanted to kiss him. Which
she did not. Fortunately he was not used to rejection and certainly
not used to someone of Melanie’s size, strength and reflexes. A
knee to his groin and a palm to his nose and he was off her and she
was out the door of the car to shouts of “bitch” and
“cockteaser!”

The latter invective bothered her a little
and made her rethink her whole approach to dating. But it was not
important since she realized her dating days were going to be
limited from that time forward. She was not beautiful. Ruggedly
attractive maybe, but not beautiful. She was taller than most guys.
She was not rich. She was not connected, as they said at Clapshorn.
Her quiet demeanour kept anyone from knowing how interesting she
actually was. She was considered something of a freak on the golf
course. She was still a virgin and had no intention of letting that
go. There was no moral or religious intent in that position. It was
just that her body was under her control and she liked to be in
control. Her virginity would go when she wanted, not when some
horny, sophomore wanted it. Collectively, these factors did not
make Melanie a very desirable fixture on the dating scene and that
was fine with her and she devoted her life from the first few
dating experiences forward to golf and her schooling. In the latter
she found she had a passion and aptitude for languages and became a
linguistics major in French and Spanish. Over the next year she
left the dating scene alone and found success and fulfillment in
both the golf and her academics and she was as content as she had
been for many years.

The smell and sounds of the fall gave
Melanie a comfortable, warm feeling and she smiled often as she and
Rebecca worked at their game and played various match events with
the other team members, men and women alike. She felt ready for
their day at Cedar Grove. The evenings had been pleasant as well.
The Clapshorn group would meet together for dinner and the talk was
all golf; the different grass on the greens, the prevailing winds,
the effect of altitude on distance, who was their competition and
so on. This was Melanie’s world and as one of the top seeded women
going into the national tournament she felt important and
confident. She even felt that these people actually liked her.
Coach had long ago given up trying to change her swing. Other
parents had put aside their jealousy for the sake of Clapshorn. The
other woman player that made the nationals was delighted she was on
the team and Melanie's quiet, unassuming nature and the fact she
was not much competition for male interest gave her good friends
amongst the other woman golfers. She loved Rebecca and did not know
what she would do without her. Their friendship had been the most
important thing in Melanie’s life over the past two years and as
they all sat together at dinner at the Ramona Lodge, Melanie was
content, in control of her life and confident of her golf. The only
small dark side was with the men golfers. Burt had never been
friendly to her after his aborted attack. While Chad had been
polite and seemingly interested in her he had never asked her out.
She understood that. He was one of the most desirable men on
campus, taller than Melanie, classic all American good looks, from
a very well to do family in California, a top ranked collegiate
golfer and apparently a nice guy. He had dated many girls, mostly
from the sorority, but so far she had learned there was nothing
steady. In the back of her mind there was the nagging question as
to why he was at Clapshorn and not UCLA, but there was enough girl
in her to be as enamoured as the sorority gang over the prospects
of a relationship with Chad. So she was very surprised when he
asked to her to go to a movie with him after their dinner the night
before the practice day.

The dinner was over and the staff was
clearing the dishes. Separate conversations were starting as people
rose from their seats. Melanie saw Rebecca say something to Coach
and walk away and Melanie suddenly realized where Rebecca had gone
each evening leaving her alone in their suite. Burt and Chad talked
briefly before Chad came over to Melanie.

“Hey Melanie!” he greeted her.

“Hey yourself.”

“So how is the practice session going? You
getting used to this California air? I miss it. You can smell the
ocean sixty miles away here in Ramona,” he wistfully exclaimed.

“Fine,” She replied. ”California is
nice.”

She immediately thought how stupid she must
have sounded. California is nice; great witty reply that was.

But she was nervous and Chad did not seem to
notice or care.

“Look. I’ve had enough golf chat for the
day. Let’s go out to an early show at the local theatre in Ramona.
Rebecca will let you use her car. It’s only a few miles. We can get
away from this crew for a while and still get home before Coach’s
curfew.”

Melanie had the car keys so she did not have
to ask Rebecca, although in hindsight she had often wished she had
told Rebecca what she was doing. Chad was one of the guys that
Rebecca had never dated. She often said that he behaved strangely
around women, though Melanie would just reply in a dramatically
fake breathless voice “but he is so dreamy!”…dragging out the eee
in dreamy. They laughed at this, but Melanie never took Rebecca’s
whims very seriously.