Marc's Single Life

Author's Note: This is the third in a series of five. It works as a stand-alone story, but you might enjoy it more if you read the first two parts for context. Marc is back to the present day where part one began. All characters are over 18.

Part 3 - The Church Girl

My company partnered with a Baptist church in town to sponsor a charity event on a Sunday afternoon. No thanks; but my VP noticed my name absent from the sign-up sheet for this 'voluntary' event and made me go. Press outlets would be there and she wanted me to be the face of the company for the inevitable TV soundbites. I looked at the other names on the list and yeah, I wouldn't want them on screen associated with my company's name either. Whatever.

I liked it better than I thought I would and paired up with a girl from the church; a sweet, 22 year old named Lindsey. She was a nice girl and we worked well together. I couldn't help but notice her looking at me wide-eyed as I did my best to turn on the charm for the TV news camera.

I could tell Lindsey was impressed, bordering on smitten, and said she couldn't wait to watch the 10:00 news. I smiled and suggested we get a coffee together once the event mercifully ended. I really wanted a whiskey neat, but I knew she'd never go for that. Baptists do love their coffee.

The vibe continued and the words 'potential husband' screamed from behind her innocent clear blue eyes. This look would have interested me a few years ago; a year ago I would have politely backed away and ghosted her. At this point in my life, however, it's a fun challenge. She was still too giddy to see how horribly mismatched we were beyond physical attraction. I'm no boyfriend; but I also wasn't done with her yet.

I listened to her drone on about her day-to-day, mentally picturing how perfectly my face would fit between those c-cups. Her innocence is a breath of fresh air and I'd love to spend more time with her, just not as a boyfriend. I could do it the easy way, keep the charm going, lying to her and drawing her in. I needed to be honest with her though. I just want to wreck her pussy, not her soul. I'm not an asshole. No, I wanted my conscience clear and make sure she knows who I am and what I'm here for. The challenge is to make her want me in spite of it all. This is the way. Who knows, maybe spending some time with such a nice girl will be good for me.

Sunday ended with a good understanding that we weren't on the road to being a couple but I told her I liked her and wanted to spend more time with her; a true statement. We went out again a week later and I dropped comments and references to illustrate how different we are and how I'm not the long term relationship she's looking for. Talk of meeting up with other women for drinks, dancing, and vague references to sex didn't even scare her off. The more I talked the more interested she seemed to be.

Third date.

I knew it was going to be a good night as soon as she walked in. The cute sweaters and comfy jeans, gone. Ballet flats with bows matching the one in her hair, gone. Her fresh, cute face with minimal makeup had been replaced by a more mature look beyond her 22 years. She hadn't gone full 'Sandy,' just dressed in a skirt and heels appropriate for the fine dining restaurant we were in. She'd overnight gone from merely cute to hot.

I arose and offered our standard friendly hug and a light kiss on her powdered cheek, respecting her maroon lipstick. Instead of her usual diet coke, she accepted the waiter's suggestion for the same house red I was having.

Lindsey's nervousness when she first arrived in the restaurant faded with my compliments and reassurance; it returned now that we were alone in my apartment. I held her hand and reassured her. How is any 22 year old still a virgin, especially someone this beautiful.

"I'm...not a virgin," Lindsey whispered in a poor attempt to sound confident.

Lindsey reading my mind was a good sign. I responded with a warm non-judgmental smile, softly stroking her cheek. "There's no judgment here. I care about you." That's a half truth; Lindsey's a nice girl and I do care about her, even if not in the way she'd like. But those were words she needed to hear if my cock had any chance of entering the promised land. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers.

*Lindsey*

My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was actually going through with this. 'I'm not a virgin?' What the heck was that? I'm such an idiot. I guess I wanted him to know I had at least SOME experience. It was technically true but that one experience with a fellow counselor at church camp last year doesn't count. I was supposed to be the adult setting a good example; thank God nobody found out. It made me feel dirty and didn't even feel good; nothing like the adrenaline surging through my body right now.

Marc could be the perfect boyfriend but even though I'm 22, my parents don't seem to care that I'm already out of college. I'm still living under their roof and they'd freak if I brought home a 30 year old man. I appreciated his honesty in saying he didn't want anything long term, but I was still drawn to him. As different as we are, I identify with him so much; he seemed to read my mind and see straight into my soul. I've never known a guy who made me feel so seen and understood.

Here I sit in his upper floor apartment overlooking the city. It was only a few miles from my room in my parent's suburban house, but felt worlds away. So much for saving myself for marriage. Everyone else is having sex, why can't I? I deserve it and there's something about Marc that makes me feel so safe. I wanted him.

This is happening. I broke from our kiss and looked down at his penis resting in my hand. The sight and feel of it up close was both beautiful and frightening. I could see and feel it arouse from its slumber, the stiffening and growing in my hand caused an electricity to shoot throughout my body and converge between my legs, involuntarily opening up on their own. This is a sin, but god it already feels so good. I've never been naked in front of anyone, but Marc's smile and caressing hands gave me a comforting reassurance; the man's an Adonis and that doesn't hurt. For all his masculinity, I never felt intimidated, I simply leaned down and kissed it. I didn't know what I expected but the taste of his flesh wasn't altogether unpleasant. His sighs and soft moans spurred me to continue. His cock, there I said it, his cock continued growing in my mouth and made me feel slutty but oh so good. Something deep inside me welled up and wanted me to continue, to please him as this submissive act was somehow giving me so much pleasure as well.

*Marc*

Really all I had to do was let it happen. I don't want there to be a hint of making someone do something they don't want to. I wanted to return the favor now that I was sure Lindsey was into it and lifted her face to mine again; the kiss was more passionate than the last and I knew I was there. I kissed my way down her body. Unlike Married Christine and Gym Goddess Gracie, Lindsey's boobs were soft and sensitive; the slightest touch brought audible gasps and purrs as I softly licked and suckled. I continued kissing down below her soft, tender belly over light wisps of blond hair into her swollen lips. I know better than to go straight for her clit, instead dancing around her folds and thrusting my tongue into her warm, velvety entrance. Her hips shuddered and thrust up into my face. When I felt like she was reaching her crescendo, I swirled my tongue around her button, licking and flicking; I love hearing her shrieks of pleasure accompanied by the convulsing I felt against my face.

I backed away just as quickly; I didn't want her to finish like this. With her knees pressed against my ribs, I pulled one of her hands from her breasts and guided it down to my rod. I wanted to let her pull me in by her own hand. With my hand on hers I slid myself up and down her length, teasing, poking and prodding before letting her gently pull just the tip inside and withdraw; just the tip and withdraw, then a little push and pull letting her adjust to my size. Gentle pressure, ever deeper with each push.

Lindsey was a raw bundle of exposed nerves, bucking upward into me as we found our rhythm. My eyes locked on hers, gyrating and gently rocking into and out of her.

*Lindsey*

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Those words were in my mind but incapable of coming out of my mouth; all I could do was make guttural sounding growls and gasps. Pulling him into my body with his strong hand atop mine was like nothing I've ever felt before. I've never felt so full. My eyes rolled back as I lost all control. This uncontrollable energy surged throughout my body and exploded between my legs where his flesh met mine. My legs, arms, and abs twitched as the physical feelings waned; but the overall euphoria remained. I'd heard of orgasms of course, but nobody can describe the feeling I just experienced.

Even though I'm a single, grown woman, I've been told all my life that giving my body to someone who isn't my husband is a sin in the eyes of God and man; but how could anyone condemn such amazing physical pleasure. Boyfriend or not, I don't care. I'm still a good girl and even if I don't 'connect' with Marc again, I feel like a whole new world has opened up for me and I have a lot of lost time to make up for.