I had intended to call Marcie Madison before our Saturday night date, to confirm that we were actually dating and also get some idea of what kind of food she wanted. But I knew people who knew people, and I was confident I could get us into most any restaurant she would want.
We had sucked each other to unbelievable climaxes in the screening room of the university's A/V department where we both worked. I was a grad student and Marcie was a full-time employee. After work we fucked in the backseat of my car, and made a date for Saturday night.
Marcie lived in the Olde Towne apartment complex, which didn't surprise me. The complex had a reputation for being filled with very sexually active singles in their twenties. I'd never been to an Olde Towne party, but I'd heard that some got pretty wild.
I found her building, walked up the stairs to the second floor and found her apartment. Her door was green.
I knocked, heard some movement beyond the door, and then saw the door swing wide open. Still stepping back from the door was Marcie. Completely naked.
"Ta-da!" she yelled as she flung her arms out.
I was too stunned to move, because Marcie was stunning. I'd only seen her in the full-skirted dresses she liked to wear to work, and the design of those things frankly made her ass look huge. In fact, the friend who had come to the A/V screening room to watch a movie with us told me he thought she was fat.
Ha!
Staring at her nude form, I could see that Marcie had full hips, but on her frame she was simply curvy and completely in proportion. I knew she had shapely calves, but they were connected to flawless firm thighs which flowed into those full hips, which narrowed to a trim waist and flat abdomen above which stood firm breasts. Her breasts really stood out from her chest, even though I remember that they felt like an easy handful. Her small pink nipples were already hard, and the smile on her round face was dazzling.
"You like?" she asked. "You're not saying anything--maybe you need the full view?"
With that she spun around to show me that her ass was indeed full and firm and not at all fat.
I was amazed. I had to tell myself to move my feet and get my mouth working. I stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind me. That action was enough to get my brain working.
"So this must be your Marilyn Chambers impression, huh?" I asked. I remembered the small flower arrangement I'd been hiding behind my back, and presented it to her.
"Oh! Nice," she said as she took the flowers and sniffed them. Then she frowned and looked up at me. "Who's Marilyn Chambers?"
I jerked my thumb in the direction of her door. "You know, Behind the Green Door?" I said.
Marcie was still frowning at me.
