he could move.
'Mrs. Raglan, I think I ought to...'
Chapter 14
'Relax a little, William!
At last he found the courage to look her in the eyes, He tried to reply, but he couldn't speak. Her hand was now exploring his back, and he felt her thigh move gently into his groin. He tightened his hold around her waisL 'That's better,' she said.
They circled slowly around the room, closely entwined, slower and slower, keeping time with the music as the record gently ran down. When she slipped away and turned out the light, William wanted her to return quickly. He stood there in the dark, not moving, hearing the rustle of silk - , and able only to see a silhouette discarding clothes.
The crooner had completed his song, and the needle was scratching at the end of the record by the time she had helped William out of all his clothes and led him back to the chaise - longue. He groped for her in the dark, and his shy novice's fingers encounted sever - al parts of her body that did not feel at all as he had imagined they would. He withdrew them hastily to the comparatively familiar territory of her breast. Her fingers exhibited no such reticence, and he began to feel sensations he would never have dreamed possible. He wanted to moan out loud, but stopped himself, fearing it would sound stupid. Her hands were on his back, pulling hiro gently on top of her.
William moved around wondering how he would ever enter her without showing his total Lack of experience. It was not as easy as he had expected, and he began to get more desperate by the second. Then, once again, her fingers moved across his stomach and guided him expertly. With her help he entered her easily and had an immediate orgasm - 'I'm sorry,' said William, not sure what to do next. He lay silently on top of her for some time before she spokei 'It will be, better tomorrow!
Ile sound of the scratching record returned to his ears.
Mrs. Raglan remained in Williazn's mind all that endless Tuesday. That night, she sighed. On Wednesday, she panted. On Thursday, she moaned. On Friday she cried out.
On Saturday Gnunpy Raglan returned from his conference, by which time WiUia&s education was complete.
During the Easter holidays, on Ascension Day to be "act, Abby Blount finally succumbed to William's charms. It cost Matthew five dollars and Abby her virginity. She was, after Mrs. Raglan, something of an anti - clirnax. It was the only event of note that happened during the entire holiday, because Abby went off to Palm Beach with her parents, and Wffliam spent most of his time shut away indoors with his books, at home to no one other than the grandmothers and Alan Lloyd. His final examinations were now only a matter of weeks away, and as Grumpy Raglan went to no further conferences, William had no other outside activities.
During their last term, he and Matthew would sit in their study at St.
Paul's for hours, never speaking unless Matthew had some rnathernatical problem he was quite unable to solve - When the long awaited examinations finally came, they lasted for only one brutal week. The moment they were over, both boys were sanguine about their results, but as the days went by, and they waited and waited, their confidence began to diminish. The Hamilton Memorial Scholarship to Harvard for mathematics was awarded on a strictly competitive basis and it was open to every schoolboy in America. William had no way of judging how tough his opposition might be. As more time went by and still he heard nothing, William began to assume the worst.
When the telegram arrived, he was out playing baseball with some other sixth formers, killing the last few days of the terTn before leaving school, those warm summer days when boys are most likely to be expelled for drunkenness, breaking windows or trying to get into bed with one of the master's daughters, if not their wives. , William was declaring in a loud voice to those who cared to listen that he was about to hit his first home run ever. The Babe Ruth of St. Paul's, declared Matthew. Much laughter greeted this exaggerated claim. When the telegram was handed to him, home runs were suddenly forgotten. He dropped his bat and tore open the little yellow envelope. The pitcher waited, impatient, ball in hand, and so did the outfielders as he