It was now Sonny’s second year in the army and he was still a very solitary figure who rarely dated because he preferred his own company. The obvious charms of the opposite sex left him unmoved, probably because he was too shy to even look at them. Nevertheless, he did volunteer to drive the females to the regular Friday night dances, which the GIs enjoyed in the summertime. The long sultry summer evenings enticed the GIs and their partners to let their hair down on a Friday and sway to the R&B and Blues that wooed their stressed-out spirits. Sonny would look on with disinterest at the cuddling couples and the steamy embraces. He couldn’t relate to these feelings and felt more than a little isolated in his hermit-like attitude. Once in a while he would feel he was being stared at. He would look up to find an interested female gaze upon him, eyes which blatantly gave him come-hither looks. He would blush and look away, not yet ready to love a woman. Of all the women Sonny had come to know, he never imagined that Katherine Wilson would become such an ominous figure in his life. What made him a little uneasy were the intense glances Katherine Wilson would focusing his way. Katherine Wilson was a hefty middle-aged woman with a big bosom and voluptuous lips, a formidable chaperone for the young women after the dance. Sonny had to drop off the women at their residences in Baltimore and Washington DC before finally dropping off Katherine Wilson.
One Friday night as myriad stars glimmered in the sky and the full moon bathed the world with its' soft silvery light, Sonny drove through the silent streets of Washington DC and Baltimore, dropping off the young service women one by one. Finally, there was only Katherine Wilson left to be dropped off. From his rear-view mirror, Sonny saw the female figure making her way to the rear of the bus, not sure why she did so, he kept driving. As he drove in silence, Sonny had the weirdest feeling that the evening had a surprises ending in store for him yet he couldn’t fathom what it would be. Sonny stopped the bus in front of Katherine Wilson’s house and waited patiently for her to get off, but she did not attempt the leave the bus that night as tradition dictated. Instead, he heard her deep resonating voice, “Mr. Williams, would you please come check out this noise back here!” He felt bewildered as he sat there, not knowing she spoke off. What could possibly be wrong? He felt a little overwhelmed by Katherine Wilson and did not wish to antagonize her by disobeying. He strode to the rear end of the bus and tried to listen to the sound of the running engine. Everything seemed to be in order. “Well I don’t hear any noise, Ms. Katherine. It may just be the exhaust", he retorted. Back in those days buses had their motors in the back, rather than in the front, so it could have been anything. “No, no, no…there iiiiissss a noise and it is comin’ from the bottom of the bus. Would you pleasseee listen for this noise?” What was her problem he wondered. Later on as he reflected on the events that transpired that night, he could have kicked himself for not recognizing the ploys of a lust-filled woman. As Sonny crouched on the ground and put his ear to the floor attentively, trying to listen for this ghost noise that could be coming from under the bus, he felt the pressure of a body on his back. Suddenly one arm came under him and flipped him over with no struggle. Looking up into her lustful eyes, he closes his eyes thinking he had finally lost his mind and his imagination had gone rampant. But it was not his imagination for he felt the cold of damp air against his lower body as she pulled his zipper down. He heard the rustle of his cloths as she pulled them down his body. He could also feel clammy, yet warm hands groping him, touching, grasping, caressing. His body assaulted by alien sensations that were not altogether distasteful. In fact, he liked the feelings that were swamping his better judgment. He allowed himself to be led and gave into the pleasurable sensations Katherine Wilson’s surprisingly agile fingers were arousing in him. Then, she was on top of him, pushing herself onto him with deep, vigorous thrusts that first amazed Sonny, then, frightened him because of the acute pain it brought him, as if she were impaling him. He began to scream out, “Ms Katherine, please stop, you're hurting me, Ms Katherine, stop…….” But she didn't stop and he felt so used. He remembered the moment until this day when his body gave in and he erupted, and as she lifted herself from his body all she said was, "thanks for the ride". She left him there lost, dazed and completely disoriented. What could he do or even say about this moment. While he knew this moment could never be repeated, he also knew he could not speak of it, his pride would not allow any thought of it again. Later as he recalled that moment, and how he felt his world was going to end. He remembered fear in that early morning and even though it only took about 2 minutes, it affected his entire life from that moment on. A silent torment digging at his heart, carving out a place in him, a place he could never get back and a place he could never forget. Later on, in the quiet of his bed, Sonny reflected wryly that of all the ways of losing his virginity, he had never in his wildest dreams anticipated this. But he sure didn’t want to tarnish his views on sex by allowing the likes of Katherine Wilson to take advantage of his inexperience in that sphere. He made sure that he kept his distance from her and got down from the bus and stood away when he dropped her off after the Friday night dances. He was surprised she never tried anything again maybe it was because she saw his reaction. Once for just a moment, as she walked from the bus, she looked back at him and he saw something foreign in her eyes. Maybe it was remorse or maybe it was another attempt to throw him off so she could get her claws into him again, but he never found out. Luckily for him, summer was almost over and the dances stopped too and he never saw Katherine Wilson again. But in his heart, that secret torment she gave him, creeps out and he imagines where she maybe and who else she had scared with her brand of loving.
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