Chapter 9: Van Cortlandt Park, Nighttime

Before we could attempt our “non-consensual” role play, Vivian and I had to do a little scouting during the daytime. For some reason, she wasn’t interested in the previous location. Instead, she choose the bluff – or plateau – in the southwestern part of the park. This high ground overlooked the “parade grounds” and beyond that, Broadway.

I wondered if this place was private enough for what we wanted to try, but Vivian thought that if we went there late, say after 10:00 PM, we should be okay.

I looked out to the west, and I remembered going to a Boy Scout Jamboree on the parade grounds in June of 1969 when I had just turned fourteen. I told Vivian about it, and she said, “I bet you were a horny little fucker back then too. Did you beat off thinking of your classmates?”

“Of course I did.”

“Were they often wearing knee socks?”

“Sure, I especially liked it when the socks matched the color of their blouses.”

“Paul, who was your first girlfriend, I mean your first real girlfriend?”

I suddenly felt talkative. “It wasn’t until I reached almost the end of my freshman year of college.”

“Wow, that’s a long time to wait.” It had felt endless actually, like I’d never find anybody.

“Her name was Nora, and she was a freshman too.” I didn’t explain the complexities of our relationship to Vivian. “She was a really crazy hot lady, but a bit moody and unpredictable.”

“How long did that last, if I may ask?”

“A little over four months. She found an older guy with a job – a good job – and a Triumph Stag convertible.”

“Oh Paul, I’m so sorry.” Vivian put her arms around me and kissed me.

I said, “Don’t feel too bad. It was like after that, everything was different. I made cold approaches to girls, and I picked up two of them in two weeks. There was Michelle, whom I met in a snack bar, and Andrea, who was sitting on a wall on Convent Avenue. She was reading The Naked Ape, which made for an unusual conversation.”

“I bet it did! So you had the two of them going at once?”

I smiled at the memory. “Andrea didn’t last long, but I was with Michelle for over a year.” I didn’t tell Vivian that had I had considered marrying her. “Then, in the end, it was just like with Nora. She found an older guy and dumped me for him.”

“That’s the way the world works, I’m afraid. Then you had a girl from Manhattan College, right?” That school was visible from where we were standing; it was on the far side of Broadway to the west.

“Yeah, that was Donna. I don’t want to talk about her yet.” Our break-up was caused by some incredibly bad judgment on my part. “Then, this summer, there was Miranda of course. You heard about her, right?”

“Some of the story, yes.”

“I was working as an usher in the Paradise Theater, and she’s sitting in the back, high on cocaine and singing – like Judy Collins and then the Rolling Stones. I went to shut her up and in maybe thirty minutes, I had her in a backroom, first spanking her and then fucking her.”

“She can be quite a wild lady at times.”

“Yeah, I thought she was then going to disappear. Then, when my shift ended, I went out and found her waiting on the sidewalk for me, just as she had promised.”

“You know, she’s coming back tomorrow, a day early, so if we are going to pull off this stunt, it has to be tonight.”

I didn’t want to think about it, but I didn’t know where I stood with Vivian now. I could have asked her, but I didn’t. I figured it would all shake out on its own. That was a very 1970s attitude.

I looked around and changed the topic. “So I guess this spot is as good as any.” The more wooded area was on the far side, to the east. “When I – ah, kidnap you – I’ll take you over there.”

“Looks pretty good to me.”

I didn’t tell Vivian that I had done a mock-rape before, down at City College one night. It was with one of Michelle’s friends, a plump little chick named Judy. It had been her idea, and she had a better time with it than I had. She made me screw her a second time because she hadn’t come with the first attempt.

I then said, “I’m not sure I know how to tie you up.”

“I think I already said it doesn’t matter. I’ll also give you a ball gag to put in my mouth.”

“That sounds kind of peculiar.”

“I don’t know, it just seems exciting to me.”

I guess I don’t understand everything that women think.

Around ten o’clock that night, I was standing next to a tree by the path. The ski mask seemed ridiculous, but I had agreed to it. Also, I had my “non-consent” bag with the rope and the ball gag.

What I didn’t have was the knife Vivian had offered to me. It just seemed too sharp, too dangerous for an amateur like me to handle. Instead, I had a steak knife I had borrowed from her kitchen. Vivian was correct in that there was some light coming up from streetlamps down below.

Almost exactly on time, Vivian was walking down the path, heading south. I didn’t know what she would wear, but it turned out to be one of her cool-weather uniforms from school.

It consisted of a white blouse, a blue blazer, a plaid skirt, white knee socks, and black shoes. To top it off, she had a necktie on, sort of like what English schoolgirls wear. Of course, she had her leather book bag with her.

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her white thighs flashed below the hem of her short shirt. She had slender legs, not like Miranda’s chunkiness. I admit, I wouldn’t have minded seeing Mandy in one of her own school uniforms. Nevertheless, while looking at Vivian, I thought, man, this girl looks beautiful tonight. She appeared to be very relaxed, while I was trying to control the tension I was feeling.

Just as she passed me, I stepped out and got behind her. I tried the best criminal act I could muster. That required me to put the knife to her throat and say, “Don’t scream, don’t run, don’t say anything.”

Despite my instructions, she spoke anyway, “Please, mister, you can have my wallet. It’s in my bookbag.”

“I don’t want your money, I want you.” I gestured towards the woods across the way. “We’re going in there.”

“Please, no, I’m a good Catholic girl. I’m still a virgin.”

“Well, you won’t be one for long, because I’m going to bust your little schoolgirl cherry tonight.”

When we got to a suitable place, I said, “All right, honey, kneel down here.”

This was the implausible part I already knew about. I had to drop the knife so I could tie her hands behind her. Then I took the ball gag out of my kit bag.

“Don’t do that, I won’t yell, I promise.”

“I can’t take that chance.”

When I was ready, I knelt in front of her. I opened up her blouse and undid her bra so that her tits were bared. I fondled her nipples, and then I began sucking on them. It was sort of amusing to see her necktie hanging between her breasts.

It was obvious from the way she moved and the expression on her face that she loved what I was doing to her. I could even hear her moaning despite the gag in her mouth.

Then I got behind her. It seemed it would more comfortable for her to be taken from behind so she wouldn’t have to lie on her own hands. She had to put her head against the ground to balance herself. I lifted her skirt out of the way and I saw she was wearing beautiful pink see-through panties. I think I gasped at the sight of them.

“Well, these will have to go.” I lowered them to her ankles and then tossed them aside. It was impressive to see that her pussy was glistening with wetness. She had already become extremely aroused by this whole bizarre event.

I couldn’t help but caress her pussy and stick my fingers into her and rub her clitoris. I must be the only rapist who uses foreplay. She looked back at me, and I could tell she was smiling.

I was tempted to lick her, but she was signaling to me that she wanted to be penetrated immediately. Her ass was moving around in circles. Please, take me now. So I grabbed her hips and started fucking her.

She was so charged up that it didn’t take her long to come. When she did, she rapidly moved her hips and ass against me and pushed as hard as he could. I felt the spasms go through her body, and her head came off the ground. It was interesting to speculate about what kind of noises she would have made if she wasn’t gagged. As it was, I could tell that she was grunting, if that was the correct way to describe it.