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SEX FRIGHT
by Josef Manz
The girl giggled drunkenly as she leaned against Mike. He could feel her warm, alcohol-laden breath on his neck. It excited him, the whole experience. Eric Clapton's Cocaine blasted in an endless loop over the speakers in the small, dimly lit, smoky room. There was little commotion as everybody had paired up and were either on the couches or huddled up in corners.
She passed him a joint.
"No, thanks. I don't smoke," Mike mumbled.
"Come on, don't be a baby. Go ahead," she insisted. Why not? He thought, overcome by alcohol. He took the tiny, potent cigarette and puffed on it. He inhaled the way he saw his friends do it. At first he coughed unable to contain the smoke in his lungs. Several tries later, he did it right. After a while, he felt fine.
"Let's go to my place," she told him. "For a good time."
She winked. Ordinarily, he would have flat-out refused, but being under the influence of alcohol and pot, he just shrugged and let her lead him to the car.
Mike did not know who the girl was. He had met her at his friend Ted's place. Ted had introduced her as Peggy. That is all Mike knew about her. He tried to find out more but she kept babbling on about how she loved his body.
"You got beefy arms," she said, eyeing him with lust. "Oh, I just love your fleshy thighs." He thought she sounded strange but this being his first date, it could be standard conversation.
She wasn’t what anyone would call gorgeous; but her curly blonde hair, blue eyes and a curvaceous body were pretty and sexy. Her smile made him feel at ease. He was strangely attracted to her in a way he vaguely recognized as sexual.
Her car was a compact. Tiny thing that he had to squeeze his six-foot two frame into.
"Are you comfy?" she asked, shifting into gear.
"Oh, sure," he lied. She drove fast and so recklessly, he was relieved when she pulled into her driveway.
"Mom is away for the weekend so I have the place all to myself." She said as she unlocked the door. "Come in."
She led him past the living room, furnished with antiques, to her bedroom. By now the buzz had worn off clearing his head. Remotely, he wondered how he had gotten so far.
She pulled him over to the bed and kissed him passionately. He got excited once again, going along with her when an old fear crept into him. He suddenly shuddered and pulled away.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. I just don't think I can go through with it." He said, turning away.
"Why? Are you afraid of premature eja..."
"No, no," he said stopping her in mid-sentence, ashamed.
They were quiet for a moment while she caressed the side of his face gently pulling on the strands of his long, dark hair.
"Relax," she spoke softly lulling him. "Relax and you'll be fine."
"I have a childhood fear," he said ashamed to look at her. "I call it, Sex Fright. When I was about five, the older boys in my neighborhood used to tell me that I would never be able to make it with a girl cause her genitals would cut off mine." He rushed through that last part.
Peggy laughed once. A short, high burst of laughter that ran through the quiet house.
"I'm sorry," she said." I didn't mean to laugh. Man, you're over twenty, a college senior with full knowledge of the human anatomy yet you still hold such a stupid fear? Forgive me for being blunt but you're pathetic."
"You don't understand," he said, blushing. He wanted to leave right away. "This is a phobia to me." He curled up, mumbling to his knees. "I've tried to overcome it but can't seem to. I mean, I get nightmares and stuff."
Peggy suddenly turned solemn.
"The first time is always hard," she said with a sigh. "I remember mine. I really wanted to do it but, shit, the thought of something being forced into my body wasn't too exciting. I loved it anyway. Bloody mess."
"I wish I could overcome my fear," he said.
"Have you ever been to a shrink?"
"No. I've never told anybody about it. I don't find it easy to talk about such a personal problem," he spoke silently.
"You wanna talk it out with me?" she asked, gently turning his head towards her with her soft hands.
"I'll try," he smiled a little feeling comfortable for the first time in years.
"Okay, first of all you should know that your problem is psychological. You could still be retaining a part of your childhood fear deep in your memory. That coupled with real-life fears of the consequences of intercourse like unwanted pregnancy, the clap or AIDS have made you block off sex."
"How do I overcome it?" he asked. He was willing to get help.
"We'll try one thing. If it doesn't work then I'll drive you home, okay?"
"Okay."
"Free your mind of all thoughts," she said rubbing his neck and shoulders like a masseuse. As the tense muscles loosened up, she whispered, "Think of the sea. Concentrate on the slow-moving blue waves." She continued to rub his shoulders while she unbuttoned his shirt.
Mike sighed comfortably.
"Close your eyes and imagine yourself on a raft floating on that calm blue water." She whispered as she continued to remove the rest of his apparel without resistance. She hastily undressed herself before saying, "Right before you is a beautiful blonde on a surf board." Pause. "She is nude." Mike did not even twitch a muscle. "Open your eyes now."
Before him, on the bed stood a naked Peggy. Mike looked her over from head to toe. She had C cup breasts with large aureole that made the nipples look twice their size. That excited him a lot. Her thighs were smooth and curvy. The triangular patch of well-groomed pubic hair made him tingle all over.
Right then he wanted her like he had never wanted anything all his life. He caressed her thigh and felt himself getting hard. She sat down before him, cupped his head in her palms and kissed him long and hard. When she broke the kiss and smiled at him, he thought she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever encountered. Peggy was no longer the girl he had met at the party. She was a love goddess. An angel to guide him through passion channels.
He was staring into her hypnotic eyes when he felt something warm and slippery crawl up his thigh. Though he did not know what it was, he liked it. The thing curled around his penis inducing an incredible erection.
Mike was nebulously aware that something was wrong but he could not do anything about it. He was in seventh heaven. Peggy's once beautiful face contorted into an ugly mask as she growled in a voice that brought Mike back to reality.
"It's true, Mike. Pussies do eat little boys' dickies!"
The tentacle tightened on Mike's genitals and tugged sharply ripping them from his groin. In horror, he watched it retract with part of him into Peggy's vagina. All he could think of was, 'bloody mess', for he now knew what she had meant by it. A high scream escaped his throat. Blood was pumping from his groin onto the bed turning the sheets crimson.
Before he could pull away, Peggy's hands, now powerful as hell, pressed against the sides of his head crushing it. Eyes popped out of their sockets. The tongue sprang out and brain tissue seeped through her fingers. Her legs curled around his back and squeezed breaking his body in two.
She ate him up noisily, growling and laughing all the while.
