Chapter 1

He hated to leave her like this. She certainly was not in any shape to go home, but there really was not any choice. It was early Saturday evening, and the swimming coach from his top choice school was coming for supper. It would not have been right for Julie to be there, and they both knew it. This was something special for his family. In her present state, it would only have made her feel worse, anyway.

Glen Voss and his girlfriend, Julie Menconi, were seniors and the swimming season had just ended. He had had a terrific year, finishing tops in the state in three events, and it looked like he could choose his college. The scholarship was critical for Glen because his parents could not afford to send him, otherwise. Oh, they would have hocked everything they had and would have taken on extra jobs so he could go, but he could never have lived with that. He had a younger sister and brother who needed their chance, too.

Glen's family was reserved, and might mistakenly have been described as phlegmatic. That impression was strictly from external appearances, however. In reality, there was no lack of emotion, most of it positive. There was a lot of love between all the family members, expressed mostly as simple courtesy and consideration, and unquestioning support. There was a strong achievement orientation, but little parental pressure. Glen's mother, Betty, had been a competitive swimmer, and he inherited his physique and his burning desire to win from her. No one seeing his family cheering for him or his younger sister at a meet would ever think them phlegmatic.

Glen's father, Alan, had a good job as a production superintendent. However, a few long layoffs and some health emergencies had thrown the family into a debt situation with almost no savings. It was not something they agonized over, but they all knew that the children would have to pay most of their own way through college. From his father, Glen inherited steadfastness and absolute devotion to his family above everything else. His father had been the first ever in his family to attend college, and passed on his view of education as the ultimate prize to be sought by a young person.

Besides the need for a scholarship to gain his education, Glen lived for the chance to compete at the next level. Swimming was his passion, his dream. World Championships, Pan Am Games, and Olympics were the stuff of his dreams - in addition to Julie, that is. The coach coming for supper was from his absolute top choice, a school that produced more international competitors than any other.

Glen's career objective was to teach, with an ultimate goal of coaching at the college level. Julie was not happy with his career aspirations, but she kept very quiet on that point. She was used to a lot more than a teacher's salary could provide. She knew Glen was capable of much more, and it was her loving duty to steer him in more lucrative directions. That was was a challenge for the future, however. For the present, she was consumed by the awful prospect of being separated from him for four years of college.

To describe Julie and Glen as boyfriend and girlfriend seemed a woeful understatement. They became a couple early in their Junior year. Julie was the cheerleading goddess, with the brains and the personality to match. She had classic dark Mediterranean beauty with a figure that promised to emerge as voluptuous as she matured further. Glen was the hunk swimming star. He had the long, smooth, tapered musculature of top swimmers and a handsome face. He was smart, well-spoken, courteous to a fault, and very attentive to his dates. In the informal rating system among the girls, Glen was the top-rated date, even ahead of the football stars. Julie had wanted him, and had all the right stuff to get him.

Besides her beauty, Julie radiated a genuine sexuality - genuine in that she did not use it for teasing, but really enjoyed and wanted everything to do with sex. She was by no means a slut, and she and Glen were each other's first on Prom night of their Junior year. After that, every chance they had to make love was intense and satisfying. Julie did not use sex as a device to trap him, either. By the time they consummated, she was deeply in love with him. Despite some areas of discomfort, Glen loved her, too. Wherever they were, he could not keep his eyes off of her. It was not just her body and face, either. Her poise, her gestures, her presence - everything about her had him feeling fortunate to hold her affection. She was open in expressing her adoration of him, and that kind of ego stroking was hard for any young man to resist.

Stories of Prom night deflorations are plentiful. Many of them focus on the machinations and chicanery involved in enabling the couples to get together. Not so with Glen and Julie. Glen had insisted on both sets of parents being fully aware of their intentions. In the case of Julie's parents, approval was too much to ask for, but she had informed them in February that she was giving him her virginity on Prom night. She gave them the choice of getting her on birth control or becoming grandparents. What ensued was an epic among numerous unbelievable family battles. She got the pills.

When Glen picked Julie up in the limo, she met him at the door, with no sign of her parents. His heart was already nearly ruptured at the sight of her beauty. When he saw the tears of frustration in her eyes, it was almost more than he could take. The limo ride was solemn, but they did not go straight to the Prom. Glen had anticipated her parents' reaction, and a traditional pre-Prom photo session was already set up at his house.

After all the pictures and the adoration of Glen's younger siblings, Betty pulled Julie aside and told her "I'm sure my son is going to make you a very happy woman tonight. He loves you very much."

"He has already made me very happy, Betty. And so have you and the rest of the family. You've taken away a lot of the hurt." Julie's eyes teared up as she said it.

"Hey, you should forget all the bad stuff for the rest of the night." Betty gave the girl a hug as she said it, being careful not to mess up the dress which they had bought for her.

Julie managed to put the bad out of her mind very well. She and Glen danced every dance together. None of the boys dared to try cutting in on Glen, and he had eyes only for Julie, despite the small horde of girls dying for just one dance with him. They were both excited about the upcoming event, but they did not let it dominate their thinking or diminish the sheer fun of the Prom. They were among the last to leave the dance floor, seemingly in no hurry at all as they mingled with friends and thanked the chaperones.

Alone in the elevator to their room, they quickly dropped the cool act and embraced frantically. Julie was so worked up, Glen was afraid she would pull his pants off right there. In her hurry to get them to the room, she was pulling on him so hard she turned her ankle. It was not a disabling injury, but enough to distract her from her eagerness to get into bed, at least momentarily.

Once in the room, Glen sat her on the bed, took off her shoe, and gently rubbed her wounded ankle. Seeing a chance to extend his ministrations into a sexy interlude, he started working his way up her leg with his strokes, then switched over to give the other leg equal time. Julie had laid back on the bed, just enjoying his attention, and did not immediately catch on to his intentions.

Once Julie realized what Glen was doing, her first reaction was to object, but she stayed still, intrigued by the thought of him undressing her. When he reached her crotch and took hold of the top of her panty hose, she decided he had a great idea. When he very slowly worked the hose off, caressing every new inch of exposed leg, she gave in to eager anticipation.

With the panty hose out of the way, Glen took several minutes working his way back up her bare legs. Eager as he was for their first intercourse, he could never get enough of the feel of her fabulous legs. Her thighs were firm, but with a luxurious layer of flesh covering them. Her skin seemed to have its own special silk-like coating. He thought his hands had never been treated to anything as wonderful. Throughout all their dating, Glen had seemed to understand instinctively how much she loved to be caressed. Even when they were just talking, he almost always had his hands on her. His obvious fascination with her legs had caused her to weight her apparel heavily toward skirts or shorts.

As he pulled Julie's frilly panties down, Glen made sure there was lots of 'accidental' contact with her pussy lips and a few brushes against her clit, which was already wide awake. He was planning on indulging his newfound love for cunnilingus, and Julie read his thoughts. She reluctantly sat up and told him "Sweetie, I want you to kiss me everywhere, but I want to be clean and fresh for you. How about you finish undressing me, then I'll undress you. Then we can take a shower together. Sound OK?"

Glen rarely objected to any of Julie's suggestions, and there was certainly nothing wrong with this one. In the shower, Julie worked on her developing blow job technique, telling him it would help him last longer when they got to the main event. Mention of the main event brought increased urgency to the couple, and they finished the shower and dried off quickly.

Back on the bed, Glen prepared to go down on her, but her anticipation of penetration had become unbearable, and she insisted he enter her immediately. In his calm, gentle way that sometimes infuriated her, he explained that he had come once and he would not deny her equal pleasure. Her reminded her that women did not usually come just from intercourse, especially not the first time. As he spoke, he was already teasing her clit, and her planned objection was short-lived.

It was doubtful Glen would ever become an expert pussy eater, for he had precious little chance to practice. Julie was blessed with an exceptionally sensitive clit, and it usually took only a couple of minutes of nibbling and tonguing it to send her into orbit. That night, the playful side of Glen was tempted to concentrate on things other than her clit to stretch out the experience for a while. He sensed her extreme eagerness, however, and had not the heart to disappoint her.

Julie's gynecologist did not believe that the pain of a ruptured hymen was an essential, sacred part of a proper defloration. She had offered to cut it surgically and Julie had agreed. Glen knew of it and did not feel at all deprived by missing the chance to cause his lover pain. As a result, their first time was completely pleasurable for both of them. Contrary to his stated reason for eating her out, Julie did in fact come during their first coupling. Glen actually came first, but remained firm enough to stay within her until he again hardened fully. He lasted a long time before his third come of the evening, and after several minutes of energetic thrusting, she launched into what she professed was her greatest climax ever.

It had not been easy for the couple to delay until the Prom, but their resolve was rewarded. The surroundings, the leisure of having all night, and even the extended wait made it everything they had hoped for. The antipathy of Julie's parents could have lessened their joy, but strangely, it had the opposite effect. The fact that she was doing it and they knew it was a victory for her.

After sharing an experience beyond what they could have imagined, the couple covered themselves and fell asleep. Julie woke after about two hours and roused her lover. They shared a bath and returned to try two more positions before neither could handle any more.

Rising rather late, they showered together again and planned to get breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Feeling a sense of loss as he watched Julie don her panties, Glen suggested they stay naked as long as they could and order room service. They both realized it could be a long time before they could again enjoy seeing each other that way.

By prior arrangement, Alan picked them up right at the late checkout time. In the car, before Alan could shift into gear, Julie threw her arms around his neck from the back seat and kissed him all over the side of his face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed, "for raising such a wonderful son for me to love!"

Not relishing the kind of reception she would receive at home, Julie had planned to spend the rest of the day at the Voss home. Her greeting to Betty was similar to that for Alan. Although nothing had been said to the other children, fifteen-year-old Ellie knew exactly what had happened and gave Julie a warm hug. Despite their differences in age and appearance, the two girls were getting along famously.

Glen wished he could thank the Menconi's for raising such a wonderful daughter, but he believed Julie was the wonderful girl she was in spite of their influence.

Glen's one big area of discomfort with his lover was the difference in their personalities, as reflected by the contrasts between their families. On his first visit to Julie's home, he could hardly wait to get out the door. It seemed that everything said and done by her parents he found embarrassing. They did not even try to hide arguments and disagreements, and appeared to be trying to embarrass Julie at every turn. He read the tumult as a lack of love, and he was appalled.

Julie, perceptive as she was, saw the problem immediately, and hustled him out as quickly as she could. Only rarely during the rest of their dating did she let him into her house, and then only briefly. On her part, she at first found Glen's home dull, but learned to appreciate the genuine warmth and tenderness between his family members. She was the one who wanted him, at first, and being around his family while staying away from hers was a compromise she was willing to make. Over time, she actually found it comforting to be able to relax and let her guard down at his home, something she never really did at hers.

With Julie's parents, it was survival of the fittest. They were so alike it was uncanny, and it was unbelievable that they stayed together. A psychologist could have written a paper on them, trying to determine if it was masochism, co-dependence, or simple lust that kept them a couple.

They were both at the top of the physical attractiveness scale - think Gina Lolabrigida and Marcello Mastroianni. Their marriage was a continuing struggle to control the other, and that was the source of the constant skirmishes. It seemed that every activity or decision led to a battle for supremacy. Shouting, crying, thrown objects, wild accusations and exaggerations - these were standard weapons in the control struggle.

Julie's father, Vince, exhibited his strong controlling nature in the manner most common to males - he strove to subdue and subjugate everything and everyone in his environment. As with many highly control-oriented people, he was an outstanding salesman, earning a substantial income for the family. Within the family, he tended to lay out rules and requirements or decide actions and directions. Deviations from his directives suffered the consequences.

A strong tendency of a controlling woman is to micro-manage all those in her sphere of influence. She views the people in her sphere as extensions of herself. The objective is to 'make them do the right thing, ' with her being the only one to know for certain what that 'right thing' is. This is the woman who feesl free to discipline a stranger's children for misbehaving in public, for instance. Often, the child's only transgression is failing to meet her personal, obviously universally correct, standard of behavior. Julie's mother, Theresa, was a textbook example.

Theresa had never held a job, nor had that been needed. She had a trust fund from a wealthy grandfather. By the conditions of the trust, it had to be covered by a pre-nuptial agreement excluding it from community property. The trust was not huge, but could have provided a living off of the interest, had she needed to rely on that.

Being predominately a homemaker, and not one to mix with 'the girls' a lot. Theresa's approach to parenting did not incur the scrutiny it might have if she was more social.

One line fortunately was never crossed in Julie's home: Vince never struck or otherwise manhandled Theresa or his children. In fact, in a perverse twist, the constant husband/wife fighting was a powerful aphrodisiac - foreplay of a weird sort. A source of huge embarrassment to Julie and her year-younger brother, Terry, was the way many fights ended. Just when the shouting and screaming were at their peak and the most horrible accusations were being hurled, the parents would retreat to the bedroom and sounds of unrestrained passion would replace the fighting.

Of course, the need to control extended to the children. Julie was the oldest, and as a necessity of survival, she became at least as strong-willed and control-oriented as her parents. She became a fierce and accomplished fighter, perfecting all the family warfare techniques. Inheriting a hair-trigger, monstrous temper gave her a natural advantage.

Terry could not cope, and was driven into drugs as an escape. By the Spring of Julie's Senior year, he was serving a sentence in a rehab/detention facility. The parents never could understand how such a tragedy could happen to them.

Vince and Theresa were not slovenly or neglectful parents. They had a beautiful home that was immaculately kept. Neither were they uninvolved or overly restrictive on their children's activities. What they were was constantly looking over shoulders and meddling in the smallest details, especially Theresa. It seemed as though they were trying to provoke reaction. With Julie, they very often succeeded, and the battles, usually starting over trivia, were things of legend. Julie, of course, could not wear off her aggression with sex, as Vince and Theresa so often did. It festered within her and drove her to ever fiercer and more outrageous battle tactics.

In elementary school, Julie's aggressive, domineering behavior toward her classmates, coupled with her volcanic temper, led to much discipline and many parent conferences. She was just doing what she had learned to do to survive, and it took years before she understood that what happened at her house was not the norm. She was perceptive and intelligent enough to adapt to the social expectations. Except for the very few friends that visited her home, by junior high none of her acquaintances suspected the volatile, brawling side of her nature.

In grade school, Julie established some life-long friendships with other girls. With one in particular, Candy, she became closer than most sisters. In a pattern that would be repeated later with Glen, Julie spent huge amounts of time at Candy's house, but Candy seldom visited hers.

Candy's family, comprising parents and four children, was a critical education for Julie. They were energetic, raucous, and hilarious, with the parents taking no backseat to the kids in any of it. In total contrast to the almost sterile tidiness of the Menconi home, Candy's place was always in a state of comfortable disorder.

All of Candy's family was unashamedly demonstrative about their affection for each other. It was normal to see two or three kids plastered all over one parent or the other while watching TV. A pivotal point in Julie's social education occurred during sixth grade. She was once again watching TV with Candy's family, sitting on the floor alone while two of the kids book-ended each parent.

"Hey, Julie, I've reserved a spot for a beautiful young lady right here on my lap," Candy's father told her, "and you're the perfect one to fill it." After some uncertainty, Julie plopped in his lap, and from that day on, she began to act more like one of the family in terms of cuddling and showing affection.

Julie's own parents were by no means cold or undemonstrative to her, and expressions of affection from them were not at all unusual. The older she got, however, the more they seemed like opponents because of the constant control struggles and frequent pitched battles. The older she got, the harder it was to reconcile the fighting and the cuddling.

Another characteristic of Candy's family that Julie took careful note of was the way discipline and disagreements were handled - always in private. Though boisterous, the kids were well-behaved. If one had to be corrected or scolded, they were always taken to a different room, and the encounters could never be heard by the others. At first, this style was foreign and mystifying to Julie, but it did not take long for her to decide that was the right way for families to live together, and her house was the weird one.

As might be expected with a large, boisterous family in a rather small house, modesty was not a top priority. The first time Julie stayed overnight at Candy's, she was totally shocked when the family assembled for breakfast. Candy's dad wore just pajamas, and both her older and younger brothers had on only jockey shorts. Her mother had on a short, sleeveless nightie that was barely opaque.

Candy sensed her friend's discomfort, and because of her natural playful, teasing nature, had to take advantage of it. The next time Julie stayed over, the girls were showering before bed. After showering first, Candy snuck into the bathroom and took all of Julie's clothes. Waiting outside the bathroom, she let Julie get into a full panic. Then, she went and got her Dad and asked him to wait in the hall. Next, she dropped her own clothes and dragged Julie naked back to her bedroom. The father, of course, got a full view of the the two, and Julie was absolutely mortified.

Out of the prank came a touching encounter that further convinced Julie of what she was missing at home. Candy's Dad came into the bedroom after he was sure the girls were in bed. He first gently scolded Candy for embarrassing her friend, afterwards telling her how beautiful she was. Then, he sat beside Julie and talked to her. He told her how beautiful she was, and how privileged he felt to have seen her like that. He told her it was not a good habit to let people see her naked, but if it happened, she should not worry too much. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, and Julie reacted very emotionally by practically breaking his neck with a hug.

For her own part, Julie was very welcome at any of her friends' homes, at least by the time she reached her teens. Her parents were very much into respect, decorum, and manners. In fact, much of Theresa's micro-managing of her daughter dealt with proper behavior. It may have led to much anger and fighting, but Julie did accept the training and lived by it.

Until the current conflict over college, and the earlier one over her virginity, Julie was not rebellious or hateful toward her parents, except in a battle. Just like them, she had the strange ability to come out of a fierce fight and resume normal relationships very quickly. Because of her wide social contacts, and particularly since going with Glen, she became very aware of how strange her parents were. She determined that she would not be like them, and she grew anxious to get away from them.