THE POLISH WOMAN AND OTHER CITY PEOPLE

Note: This story is not included in the print version of this collection

Karen was born to a stable, loving family.  Her father was Polish, her mother Scandinavian, but she was known as "the cute Polish girl."

Her family name was Kolchick – cut and trimmed from Kolchinski, yet still sounding Polish.

At the age of fourteen, her father died and her mother went to work providing all the care and love for this now tall, extremely feminine, dark blonde, beautiful woman.

She was good in school, had a group of loyal girl friends, and was extremely popular with all the boys that hung around these giggling provocative young women.  This worried the mothers of these girls so much that they had the girls place their hands on a Bible and swear that they would remain virgins until their wedding night.

While this placated the mamas,  it did not stop the girls from engaging in heavy petting, which led to mutual oral sex, and even the experimenting with anal insertions, although some said they did not like the pain.

As time went on, they settled, without guilt, on more normal means of pleasant satisfaction.

But one time, when a very persistent nice young man begged to let him enter her "only about an inch or so,"  Karen let him, because she too wanted a new feeling.  A few moves, a slight turn – it felt good and Karen lost her protected virginity.  She was not too upset.  She even felt a little relieved of a certain burden, but for two weeks she was worried about an unwanted pregnancy.  After her period came, she insisted that from then on her boy friends must use condoms.  She also started using some foam spermicidal, and had even acquired a diaphragm (which did not fit to well).

She considered herself a full woman, and when she learned about birth control pills she used them faithfully.

Life was good and extremely pleasant for her.  After high school she entered college and studied about business.  It looked good on her resume.  A beautiful woman with a college degree in business made for an enticing entry into the adult world.

After trying out several promising employment positions, she met John Green, an ambitious, good looking young man who manufactured plastic dishes.  His business grew, and he began to employ young aggressive sales people who spread his wares over many states.

Karen liked this John Green who, although married and a father of two small children, wanted everything, including this sexy Karen.  She, too, wanted him, and they became lovers.

John did a lot of traveling.  He liked to personally call on his best customers, so Karen and her boss had a lot of time together.  She started earning a very good salary and commission.  John was very generous, buying her expensive presents, also paying for her apartment and almost everything she wanted.

Soon Karen had enough money to buy a four unit apartment building.  She leased out two units, took one for herself, and gave one to her mother.

She loved the acquisition, loved the real estate game, and started acquiring more income properties.

Again, her life was pleasant and satisfying.  She must have pleased her boss, John, because he was proud of the arrangement and talked to us about her with pride.

We were a small group of successful men all belonging  to good men’s clubs, all drove nice cars, were married, and had good children.  We met at least once a week in a nice city restaurant where our talk was about our successes, the women we had on the side, and the complaints we had about our wives, and how they turned off their sex.  We all had to beg and beg for hours to get the smallest amount of sexual attention from them.  We could never figure out how little the wives understood their husbands needs.  Sex leads to love, to pleasant feelings – how can they not understand and know the procedures of a pleasanter life?

So they these men sought sex outside of marriage.  Occasionally they brought their "girl friends" to our weekly lunches.  It became a very normal thing at our gathering.  I watched Karen and John.  They were such happy, attentive to one another people

If Karen had other men in her life, she did not give any indication of it.  With John she was a perfectly happy person.  And so the years went on.  The boys became men, the girls women, the women almost matrons – but still the good life.

In our little group there was one very reserved member.  I will call him "Peter" in this narrative.  He liked me and liked to talk to me alone about his private life, his love for his wife and children.  He told me how his wife turned off any sensual moves he made towards her.  He, too, was attracted to the feminine Karen, but he worked for John, and would never cheat on his good friend and boss.

Karen had other ideas.  She understood and could read men.  Sitting next to Peter, she touched him, looked into his amazed eyes and said "Yes."

And so they got together soon - very soon.  Peter told me about all the good features of Karen, how loving and caring she was, and how it was completely heavenly to be with her.

There was enough love and sharing in this group of safe people to go around.

One day Peter wanted to talk to me in private.  There was a great deal of worry in his voice.  Karen wanted him to do a special favor for her.  She wanted him to make love to her mother!

"But this will be like incest" he cried.

"No, no,"  Karen explained her mother had been a widow a long time.   She needed a little sex, a lot of attention and love, and of all the men she met lately, she desired him.

"Do if for me," she pleaded.

And so it came that one night sitting near Karen’s mother, she put her hand on his thigh, and he took her hand and put in on his lap – it felt good.  Karen saw the whole procedure.

That night Karen asked Peter to take her mother upstairs.  She had to go someplace.  He did.  Their clothes flew off the minute they entered her apartment.

Peter told me how comfortable it felt.  How good and responsive the mother was.  Peter came to the apartment the next night. and the next, and he only wanted the mother!

Karen became cranky - was she jealous, was she hurt?  I didn’t know.  All that I knew is that Peter was completely attached to the mother, and Karen rejected any attempts he made to approach her.

And so time went on, and the years passed.  Eventually even John and Karen cooled off.  She went seriously into the real estate business and became wealthy.

Peter and the older lady finally got tired of each other.  Our little group remained together through the years.  We still meet once a week in a restaurant, but by this time the talk is about politics, the stock market, and grandchildren.

They all made up and lived peacefully with their wives.  Maybe the women learned to give in, maybe the men stopped begging, and maybe the men started looking at sex as a necessity like a hair cut once a month.  Maybe some went to a professional woman, paid a fee, and felt that they were still alive.  Maybe they accomplished both deeds in the same day.

But we men met, even pooled some funds and played the stock market together.  We even did better than the public stock exchanges.

One afternoon sitting in the front of a good restaurant, Shanghai Ill’s, our group was in a deep discussion about politics when I noticed Karen and young man in a dark booth.

Karen was about 60 now.  She and the younger man kissed and embraced.  She noticed us, and when they got up and passed our table, she looked us over carefully.

"My, my," she exclaimed. "All of you look so old and dusty."

"DUSTY?"

"Yes you are all falling apart and turning to dust!"

When she reached the door, and we were all watching her, she gave her rear a provocative wiggle, turned to us, and laughingly exclaimed, "you poor souls, you could never handle a good Polish woman."

She, with her arm around the young man, went into the bright sunlight with a very loud laugh.