Mary Cummington did not want to give blowjobs to anyone. She and her boyfriend, Dick Cramden, just exchanged goodbyes over the phone early that night. She was too busy to see him and just was not in the mood to be with anyone that evening. That cold winter evening, she sat at her hard-wooden desk reading this month's issue of Feminism in America Magazine. She swallowed whole the ideas of author of "Gender Roles in the Sexual Economy;" in that the patriarchy sets the standards in determining what sex should be. The article outlined to her in concise elaborate language that the male dominated society instilled an expectation that real women should grant sexual favors to men as a form of subservience. This kind of objectivization of women abhorred Mary.
Next to Mary, atop her bookshelf rested the heavily used book,
Christian Views on Procreation
. She found the belief that she should wait until marriage to have intimacy so compelling that she wished to ameliorate the sin of premarital sex with Dick by starting abstinence.
In her explanation of her newfound celibacy to her boyfriend, she said, "We can't do this anymore; we're living in sin."
"Come on baby, just one more time."
"I'm not putting my mouth on you—sex is for procreation."
"At least give me a kiss."
"Alright, I guess, I still lo—" Their lips locked together for a kiss.
"Come on, I could have you! Right now!"
"I'm leaving for you to calm down."
"Blowjobs never got anyone pregnant."
"The answer is no."
She left him half naked in his bedroom. Dick had a flat stomach and a tight muscular body that he did pushups off the ground with. He sat up in his bed disappointed as she exited the room. She meant to keep her decision to stay sex-free from then on before marriage.
Mary started reading another article on conservative fashion style. She heard a loud thud. A slim cheerful boy with fiery red hair of about only eighteen years old appeared next to her. "Hey baby!" he said.
"Get out of here, or I'll call the cops!"
"No need to call anyone, they wouldn't believe you anyway."
"Hey kid—get out."
"Grab me by the arm and get me out, then."
She tried to touch his arm, but her hands went through him like some polygon in a poorly rendered videogame. "What's going on?!"
"You will be visited by three spirits and I am the first of them, the Spirit of Blowjob Past or you can call me Alex; pleased to meet you. I'm here to show you your youth from more than a decade ago."
"My God, I have to get a psych eval tomorrow on top of my things to do."
"I assure you am real. You aren't dreaming. Now close your eyes."
"If I do, will you go away?" She looked up at him with her eyes shut.
"Now open them."
She saw her English Composition teacher at her old Community College lecturing. Both Mrs. Donahue and Mary had the same height—five foot five—as she remembered correctly. The English Teacher stood in front of the classroom teaching a packed class of about thirty college freshmen. Curt, a broad shouldered but skinny boy with green eyes and blonde hair, sat in the chair in the front row; where he always used to sit. Mary recognized a ten years younger version of herself behind him; a thin petite girl with brown hair and blue eyes.
"That's me and my old boyfriend," voyeur Mary said.
"Class is over—remember to read the first three chapters of
Animal Farm
by Orwell for tomorrow." Mrs. Donahue said.
In a flurry, the rest of thirty or so students got up and marched out of the packed classroom. Curt and the teenage Mary lingered in the empty class. "Did you do the calculus homework?" teen Mary said.
"Not yet," the boy said.
"We can do it together then."
"Sure, come to my house."
Blowjob Past raised his finger and the whole scene surrounding them paused. "Now let's take us to where you 'do the homework' together," Alex said.
"Curt Rodman was my first love," the older Mary said.
Teenage Mary sat next to Curt on his burgundy bed with a large Calculus textbook between them. He had a cherry lollipop in his mouth. His bedroom was like any other sleeping quarters of a teenage boy with posters of female models in swimsuits decorating the wooden panel walls.
"Curt, I think if it's divided by x as x goes to infinity, it becomes zero," teen Mary said.
"I think so, too. What do you think of this equation?" Curt pointed to his side of the book. He caressed the lollipop with his tongue.
Teenage Mary picked up the textbook to get a closer look. The boy put his mouth candy on a napkin and kissed her intensely on the side of the cheek. She put down the large book, turned, and kissed him back on the lips.
"I know what happens after this—unproductive casual sinful sex," the voyeur Mary said.
The teenage girl then laid back while Curt kissed her. He put his hand down her pants and massaged her vagina with the tips of his fingers. He took them out and put her legs up in the air. He removed her jeans; revealing her long legs, thick thighs, and shaved vagina. Curt bent over and started to lick his friend's private area. Teenage Mary sat back, enjoying herself.
"Ok, that's enough," the voyeur Mary said.
"I'll fast forward fifteen minutes," Alex said.
"Stop, we've got to get back to work," teen Mary said.
"Do it to me next, please!" Curt said.
"Come on, I don't want to fail this test," teen Mary said.
"I can remember this on my own, thank you," mature Mary said.
"Come on!" Curt said.
"Watch the last scene," Blowjob Past said.
