Chapter 7 Story Time
After dinner Dylan showered and played a game on his phone. Tomorrow was Friday and the party, so he could sleep late. When he finished the game, he began looking for a movie to watch. There was a light knock on his door and Mariette bounced in. She was wearing an oversized tee shirt that ended just below her crotch.
"Whatcha' doin'?" She asked as she flopped down on the foot of the bed.
"I was looking for a movie to watch. You want to watch something?"
"I came for a bedtime story," Marietta said. "I want to hear about you and the girl at the store."
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly." She grinned at him.
"You really aren't normal," Dylan said. Marietta just smiled back at him.
"Well, ok, but I don't really know where to start," Dylan said. He felt sort of embarrassed to be sitting there telling Marietta about his encounter with Clare.
"When did you notice her?" Marietta asked. She sat up and crossed her legs, which gave Dylan a clear view of her bright green panties. There was a stirring in his shorts.
"When I first walked in, she was folding shirts of something."
"Describe her," Marietta said.
"Well." Dylan paused to call Clare up in his mind's eye. "She's shorter than you, maybe five-three. She had long honey blond hair and was slim, but muscular."
"Did she have big boobs?" Marietta asked.
"Not really, I mean bigger than yours, but not huge. It was the er, her... nipples they were sort of poking through her shirt in this sexy way."
Marietta stuck her chest out so that her oversized tee shirt tightened over her little mounds.
"You mean like this?"
"Yeah. Just like that," Dylan said staring at her nipples poking through the cloth.
"Ok, how did it start?"
Dylan described how Clare had helped him find the pants and shirt and how she had gone to tuck them in and discovered his erect rod. Marietta uncrossed her legs and Dylan could see her enlarged clit pouching out the front of her panties. His words trailed off for a second as he watched her reach down and run a finger over her button.
"Keep going," Marietta said.
Dylan described how Clare had sucked his cock and then how she pulled down her soaked red panties. Marietta's other hand reached up and pinched her right nipple. Her right hand was making little circles around her engorged clit. Dylan could see a small dark spot of wetness on the crotch of her panties. His cock had risen and was pushing against his boxers.
"Then she turned around, bent over and told me to fuck her quick," Dylan said. Marietta sighed and slipped her hand inside her panties. Dylan could see that the wet spot had grown larger. He stared at Marietta's fingers moving under the thin material of her panties.
"Don't stop," Marietta said. Her voice was husky. She was staring at Dylan's cock, which was standing up straight in his boxers.
Dylan described how he pulled Clare's skirt up, how her backdoor made a perfect little O. Staring at Marietta's fingers, now moving frantically between her legs, he described how he'd bent and run his tongue along her slit.
"How did she smell?" Marietta asked. It came out as almost a moan.
"Strong, but sweet," Dylan answered. Marietta leaned back. Her panties were now dark with her juices and Dylan could hear the soft wet sounds, like a cat licking up milk, as her fingers worked her slit. He began to stroke his rod through his boxers.
When Dylan described how he'd slid into Clare's wet tunnel, Marietta groaned. "She talked the whole time," he added. "Things like, so deep, or fill me up. She wanted me to cum in her so that she could feel my cum in her panties all day."
"Oh God," Marietta moaned. "I think I'm going to cum."