Bambi Does Boone
by Higgins
rwill4515@aol.com
oward was glad to immerse himself in the course work and assistantship duties of the fall semester. Professor William Carson was teaching Counseling Psychology and Howard helped out.

Bambi Was a raven haired Spaniard with violet eyes and a strong sexual appetite.

Thumper was blond with blue eyes and she hailed from the South.

To Howard’s surprise Bambi landed a job as secretary of the Counseling Office. Her fringe benefits gave her tuition for one course per term. She chose "The Literature of Spain." Thumper’s workload was heavy. She signed up for three courses---"American Fiction Writers," " The Study of Drama," and "History of the English Language." She also held an assistantship in the English Department.

One Wednesday morning Thumper left to visit relatives residing in the Piedmont. One of her aunts was seriously ill. During the last year Howard and Thumper had been going steady. That night Howard was in his room decorating a Haiku poem with India Ink. He heard a knock on his door and when he opened it he found Bambi standing there clad in a near transparent dress. He invited her in, fearful of what might happen, and she immediately pressed herself against him and French kissed him. Howard become aroused and knew there was no turning back. He also knew that sexually Bambi was a Latin Mia Farrow. They stripped off each other's clothes and moved to the bed. He mounted Bambi. In Thumper’s absence he knew this was bound to happen.

As she did to him years ago, Bambi pressed down and then up with her pelvis as he entered her and after several cycles she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles at the top, and thereby heightened the pleasure of his orgasm. She cried out her own joy, got dressed, kissed him softly on the lips, and quietly left the room.

On Saturday morning Howard went to the Counseling Office to pick up a book. He heard the voices of a man and a woman coming from Professor William Carson’s office. It was Bambi’s voice and she said, "Kiss me, Professor."

Carson said, "I really shouldn’t. I am married and I love my wife."

Bambi said, "Bill, you love me too, but perhaps along different dimensions. Let yourself go. Let’s have some fun. We only live once!"

There was the rustling of clothing and then the sighs and groans, coming from both of them. The Professor said, "Oh no! I can’t stop! I’m going to come! There it is! Is it good for you my sweet Bambi?" Howard returned to his apartment, somewhat depressed but also aroused.

Thumper came back from her visit on Sunday afternoon. She went to Bambi’s apartment, which was on King Street. Bambi let her in and they kissed. They had a glass of wine and Thumper told her about the visit to her relatives, focusing especially on her aunt’s condition. Bambi said, "Lie on the bed and I will give you a special massage."

Bambi undressed Thumper. She applied Johnson’s Baby Lotion to her back, neck, thighs, and calves. She then turned Thumper over and worked on her breasts and belly, noting the blond hair comprising the triangle of womanhood. Thumper was a true blond! Bambi applied her tongue to the insides of Thumper’s thighs and moved up to the slit, which was sweetening itself.

Thumper said, "Oh no, my dear. I’ve never done it with a woman."

But soon they were lying on the bed together, nude, their bodies reversed, enjoying the 69 position, eventually exploding in orgasms. They cuddled each other and fell asleep.

On Monday morning Howard returned from his class and walked up the stairs to his apartment. He noticed the trap door to the roof was open. Stepping up the ladder he saw Bambi, lying on her back, propped with a pillow. She was naked and so was Glen Johnson, who was mounting her. Glen was Howard’s roommate. They were in the throes of amatory activity and soon came off. Howard moved away from the ladder and entered his room. He was feeling aroused but angered.

He thought, "Bambi is determined to lay the entire city of Boone, North Carolina. I hoped to have her for myself, but I guess that is impossible. He checked on the time and noticed that Glen and Bambi were engaging in these amatory activities on their noon break.

Howard went out for a pizza on Monday evening. When he returned he heard a scuffling on the third floor of his apartment building. He saw Bambi bent over a chair and Harold Colvin, the landlord, was holding her in place. Harold had his pants down and his sexual weapon, which was out, was short and stout and hard, the head a bright red. He was holding Bambi’s skirt up and ripping off her panties, trying to get it into her from behind.

Bambi said, "Don’t do it that way Harold. I don’t want to be raped." She was in a rage.

Harold said, "Just a moment dear and I will make you feel good." He skipped across the hall, entered a closet, and came out with a container of K-Y Lubricating Jelly. He applied the grease to both of them prior to their intercourse and it no longer gave her any pain in that position. He was entering her rear deliciously, moving it in and out until both of them finally screamed out their orgasms.

She said, "You are good Colvin; damn good!"
Howard slipped into his room and tried to calm himself. Several days later Howard asked Bambi about her affair with Colvin. Bambi was very nervy in explaining what happened. She said that Colvin really knew what he was doing. She added that she liked it in that position. It felt damn good and she and Howard should try it.

On the following Friday Howard, Bambi, and Thumper and several other students were invited to a party given by the twins. The twins were 20 years old. They were both majoring in Sociology, had the reputation of being sexually wild, and they were as good looking as movie stars. Their bodies were perfect and they had green eyes and platinum hair. They lived in a small cottage on a hill on the East Side of the campus.

On their front lawn, against a tree, was a sign that contained words from Ernest Hemingway’s short story "The Snows of Kilamanjaro." In his story the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard was found at the summit of the mountain. But no one knew what the leopard was seeking at that altitude.

In a similar way, no one could explain what that type of tree was doing in the front yard of the twins. It was considered such an odd phenomenon at Appalachian that Biology field groups would come by to inspect it, taking notes.

At the twins’ party there was a huge, green, clay ashtray sitting on a low oval table. It contained literally hundreds of cigarette butts as though it had never been emptied. The twins supplied alcoholic beverages as well as paintbrushes and cans of paint. Almost everyone at the party painted on the large wall in the living room, although they didn’t coordinate their artistic efforts. A half-drunk person might be lying on the floor painting a moon, for example; another painting a tree near the ceiling, and so on. The final product was titled "Moonlight Sonata." They seldom emptied their garbage and so the back yard contained a dozen large garbage cans filled to the brim.

It seemed that most everyone at the party, including Bambi, but not Howard or Thumper, was smoking grass.

One of the most interesting features of the twins’ house was the bathroom. They called it "the library." This was in part appropriate, for sitting near the toilet were several piles of pornographic magazines, complete with revealing photographs.

One of the twins, Alphie, would go into the bathroom and stay there a long time. The others would laugh, assuming he was masturbating. Once, when he stayed for an inordinate time, Bambi walked in and joined him. Indeed, Alphie was masturbating, sitting on the toilet, his slim curved weapon stiff, the head slick with viscous pre-come juice.

In observing this, Bambi heated up, stripped off her skirt and panties, and straddled him. They worked away, looking at the suggestive photos, until both of them came off. When they left the bathroom, everybody had a good chuckle, although Howard wasn’t pleased with Bambi’s behavior. He felt she was becoming a sexual tramp.

As the evening wore on a number of the guests left, and many of them who stayed were out of commission. Bambi found a bed on the porch and fell asleep. The other twin, Misty, was hot for Bambi ever since the first time she saw her.
When the others became engaged in card games, telling jokes, and drinking Purple Jesus, Misty crept onto the porch and occupied the bed with Bambi. She stroked Bambi and peeled off her clothes. Misty worked over Bambi until the latter whined with pleasure.

Misty applied a two-headed dildo to them until they were releasing sticky, viscous liquid all over the bed. Misty said, "I love you Bambi. You are a raving beauty and the only one for me." And then they fell asleep.

The next day Howard was strolling along King Street and he saw Bambi drive by in her convertible. The weather was nice and warm and she had the top down. Humphrey Robinson, the campus Rapper, was with her, his arm around her. She was talking to Humphrey but Howard couldn’t hear what she was saying. Nevertheless, the green ugliness of jealousy arose in him.

Bambi said, "Tell me, Humphrey Robinson, why do you go under the Rap name K-Lo? Are you just trying to attract attention to yourself? Why don’t you like real music?"
He was somewhat shocked by her attitude. He said, "The only real music is Hip-Hop and Rap. They express the nature and feelings of a culture in poetic language. You can gain better understanding of these cultures by reading the book authored by Bakari Kitwana titled The Hip-Hop Generation: Young Blacks and the Crisis in African American Cultures."

She said, "Well, most Rappers can’t sing, although this fact is somewhat disguised by the presence of the musical groups that accompany them."

K-Lo said, "The singer is only the transport mechanism---the vehicle, if you would, that delivers the song. If I sing the Magic Flute poorly does that mean Mozart sucks? If I drive Anna Kournikova to a photo shoot in a 1975 Ford is she no longer hot?"

Bambi said, "It seems to me that the main performer must be able to sing or dance before the forms called Hip-Hop or Rap can be considered to be music. How do you answer this? Regarding dancing, now, you Rappers are in better shape. But how good is your dancing compared to professionals, such as ballet artists or even dancers in Broadway Musicals?"" You say the main performer must be able to dance. Now you really have hit the crack pipe, my dear. How many Broadway Musicals have you seen lately? Go rent a copy of ‘Once Upon A Mattress’ or ‘Barnum’ and compare it to a Usher video," said K-Lo.

Bambi said, "The claim to fame of many Rappers is that they write poetry. I doubt if most of their ‘poetry’ is publishable, although there is an occasional artist whose work is distinguished, such as Tupac Shakur. I checked out a paperback containing his poetry and I must admit it is impressive. Unfortunately he is no longer winnying with us. Which leads me to the fact that violence, drugs, and other negative features often pervade the words of Rap and Hip-Hop."

K-Lo said, "Well, you are speaking now of ‘Gangsta Rap.’ Poetry is about economy of expression---getting across a sentiment with very few words. Might I submit Flava Flav’s admonition of his peers for ‘sellin’ drugs to the ‘brotherman , stead of the otherman?’ Far more elegant than ‘kill whitey, not blackey! So we can all stick together, keep our money in the community, and grow a circle of African-American wealth and influence,’ don’t you agree?" And K-Lo added: "As to your whole ‘moral’ thing, Rap and Hip-Hop are no worse than anything else on the market. Is it good for the community when Slayer recommends ‘mandatory suicide?’ How about Robert Johnson threatening to ‘…take my 32-20 and cut her half in two’ when his lady friend cheated on him? At least Rappers offer big props to God when they win an award. Incidentally, have you ever seen a Rapper perform live, Bambi?"

Bambi said, "No, I haven’t; and when they show up on TV, I switch to another channel."

"Well then, step out of this car and I will give you a demonstration," said K-Lo.

They pulled up onto a secluded dirt road and stepped out of the car. K-Lo removed his sweater. He began dancing and chanting poetry for Bambi’s entertainment. She was surprised to find that she became engrossed in his performance. He had no musical accompaniment and yet his words rung true---a poetic conviction ringing forth, the dance steps moving her. There was an electricity to his actions. Bambi was actually becoming sexually aroused.

K-Lo lifted her gently and placed her on the back seat of the convertible. She knew there was no turning back. She would do whatever he wanted her to do. K-Lo kissed her a number of times on the lips, on the ears, on her throat. Placing his hands on her shoulders and back he massaged her. He finally moved his hands over her voluptuous breasts, ever so gently.

It was apparent to her that K-Lo was an experienced lover. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, giving her the chance to tell him to stop. She didn’t! When K-Lo reached around her back and shed the blouse and undid the bra, Bambi knew she shouldn’t let him go any further. Soon it would be too late! But she was basking in his caressing. She seemed to black out and when she came to his long black fingers were under her panties. At the place where her legs met she felt a warmth and a dampness. She knew she was a goner! Bambi seemed to pass out again, and when she came too he was in her up to the hilt and she was shuddering with an orgasm.

Howard was shocked by Bambi’s aggressive sexual behavior. She told him of her tryst with Humphrey Robinson and said that the Rapper was impressive! In Boone, North Carolina Bambi was wildly sexy. But back in Miami she was more reserved.

He mentally summarized the affairs she had in Boone. Of course, he had frequently bedded her. At the twins’ party she had amorous affairs with both of them. And she had a brief but satisfying affair with Thumper--- or so Bambi had told him. She did it on the roof of the apartment building with Glen Johnson. And in the hallway of the apartment building she engaged in an unusual sex act with Harold Colvin taking it up her ass. She coaxed Professor William Carson into fucking her right in his office. And Howard felt that he was becoming sexually addicted to Bambi. He therefore made a move in the direction of Thumper.

Of course Thumper had a strong sex drive too. But at least her amorous activity didn’t border on the bizarre like that of Bambi. Thumper would often stay in his apartment. It was during a vacation and the winter in Boone is cold and snowy, so they couldn’t go up on the roof. In fact the snow was so heavy that winter that Boone was declared a disaster area. It was necessary for helicopters to fly in health supplies, food, and other supplies. Howard was enjoying Thumper sexually and intellectually. He discussed among other things their class schedules for the spring semester. One of the courses she signed up for was "American Fiction Writers."

Howard’s knowledge of Bambi’s affair with the black Rapper, Humphrey Robinson, was yet another blow to his ego. But he gained some revenge by renewing his affair with Thumper. She pressed herself against Howard, kissed him, and said, "Could you write a Haiku poem along the lines of my class in ‘American Fiction Writers?’" And here is what he came up with. As usual he signed it "Higgins."