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Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for affection and approval is as real and basic as his need for food and shelter.
This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There is the teenaged boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, because he fears being branded a “straight” by his friends. There is the suburban housewife who turns to an illicit affair because her husband, totally dedicated to his business, cannot or will not give her any affection.
This is the story of a young girl, Nancy Allison, just starting out in college and finding that life on her own is not quite what she had expected it to be. After one unpleasant experience, she comes to think of all men as her enemies, and she tries to sublimate her natural physical drives through her schoolwork and other activities. But the more she tries to deny her body’s normal cravings, the more she finds herself preoccupied with sex. It is a vicious circle from which there appears no escape. Finally, however, Nancy faces facts and accepts her sexuality for what it is.
A story with a timely message for our uptight society.
“Can you answer the question, Miss Allison?” The authoritative voice rolled like a wave over the hushed classroom, carrying attention in its wake until all eyes were focused on the petite figure of Nancy Allison.
She could feel Professor Jurgen’s wicked black eyes zooming in for a close up of her body. She dropped her eyes. Breaking his stare did no good. She could still feel his searching look burn through her clothing.
I hate the way he looks at me! she thought furiously, I feel like I’m naked.
She tried to ignore the hot, mushy feeling between her legs. Her little fuzz-covered cunt was like a melon left too long in the field, soft, hot, dripping with juice, bursting apart at the seams.
He’s just like the rest of them, she told herself, and he wants to slide up between my legs! He’s not going to, none of them are. I’m not going to end up pregnant and deserted like Mother was.
“Well, Miss Allison?” Her train of thought was interrupted by the stern question.
“I’m sorry, Professor,” she heard her cool, even voice saying, “I’m afraid I can’t.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GE-1046 in the original publications (a duplicate).