Marilyn Meets the Doctor

The night of Steve's Halloween party arrived. I had decided to go as Marilyn Monroe from the movie where she stands on the grate and her white dress blows everywhere. Rachel was going as a ladybug, which I pointed out she had gone as the past two years.

"I like ladybugs," she said from her open bedroom door.

I was in the bathroom pinning my hair back in order to place the blonde wig on before adorning a dark beauty spot. My tits were pushed up and looked amazing. The push-up bra I purchased was strapless and allowed the white dress to expose my ample cleavage. Secretly, I was still hoping that Josh was coming to the party. He lived in a house a block away from Steve's place, and I hadn't spoken to him since I ran into him at the bar on St. Patrick's Day.

"Is Josh coming?" I yelled from the bathroom while adjusting and readjusting my cleavage. Should I wear panties?

"I don't know, why?" Rachel's head popped in the doorway. Her body was covered in a foam ladybug body with black leggings and two rosy cheeks that were painted on. She had put her short dark hair up in two tight buns. "Should I ask Steve?"

"No," I shook my head; the blonde wig was already covering my eyes and itching.

"Why don't you just wear your regular hair?"

"Because I'm not blonde," I rolled my eyes at her and began applying the small beauty mark.

"You got a thing for Josh?"

I glanced at my deep red lips and eye-lined lids in the mirror, "I didn't say that."

"Oh, my God. You do, don't you? I think he's single again. I can ask."

"Please, don't," I threw my eyeliner back into my makeup case. "How do I look?"

"I'd fuck you," Rachel laughed. "I'll be ready in ten minutes."

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Loud music pumped through the house. Rachel and I had grabbed some beer and were moving through the living room packed with people. Most were dressed in inappropriate costumes: a horny priest and pregnant nun, slutty nurses, etc. I recognized a few people from work and some that I had drank with at Steve's throughout the summer.

I moved through the house, drinking several beers, doing a shot of vodka, and feeling loose with my conversation and personality. Alcohol also had the ability to "travel straight to my vagina" as Rachel once said while drinking wine. Also, I chose to wear panties at the last second. Probably because I didn't know where I'd end up with that skirt on.

An hour or so passed. Rachel and I were dancing in the living room together. I could feel her body pressed against me and we both giggled while guys stood and watched with their mouths open. And then I saw Josh in the kitchen. He was in a lab coat and medical scrubs. Lazy choice of a costume. We locked eyes for a second and I glanced away, trying to pay attention to Rachel in the stupid ladybug outfit. My heart raced for a second. I suddenly wished I hadn't worn panties.

"Who is it?" Rachel asked. The song switched over and people went back to their conversations and ignored us. "Is it Josh?"

I nodded and took a nonchalant swig of my beer. Josh caught my eye again. He was smiling and talking to someone in the kitchen. His deep smile was killing me. My heart raced again, and I could feel my cheeks burning.

"You're red," Rachel said.

"I'm drunk."

"Go talk to him. Josh!" My stomach sunk. She was waving him over.

"Stop it," I grabbed at her arm.

"What? Just talk to him. You talked to him before."

"I'm not in the condition."

"What? I only talk to Steve while drinking."

We both laughed. Josh waved at Rachel but continued his conversation. She grew weary and finally tugged me into the kitchen, "Hey, Josh. We're gonna go downstairs and play pool. You wanna' come down with us?"

Josh glanced at me, his deep brown eyes burning into me. My palms were sweaty, which matched the growing moistness between my thighs. I'll blame the alcohol, at this point.

"Uh, sure. Let me grab a beer."

I smiled and Rachel pulled me downstairs to the basement. Steve had turned the basement into a pseudo game room with his parent's pool table and dartboard. No one, for once, was playing pool. Rachel and I picked up pool cues and began tossing the balls around the table. I had no clue how to play pool and was never very good.

Josh still didn't arrive. Steven, however, came downstairs and interrupted our game. He was drunk and had a glass of whisky in his hand. Rachel and he kissed for a minute and then pulled her away. "Hey," Rachel pushed him away, "tell Josh to come downstairs. Josh!" she yelled. At this point I was getting bored and sat down near the unfinished bar.

Finally, Josh rolled down the stairs. He grinned and was drinking a dark beer. I glanced over his body in the lab coat and blue scrubs. Secretly, I wondered what was underneath. My mind began to race through scenarios of what I wanted him to do to me, or me to do to him. In the chair I rocked my smooth, bare legs up and down, crossed beneath my white dress. "Hey, Josh. Good to see you," I blurted out with a laugh.

"Hey, Hayley. How're you?" I caught him looking at my legs before taking a long drink from his glass. For no reason, I decided to stand up and pretend to play pool. It hadn't been long since I had lain in bed and fingered myself to him. I thought of him down between my legs; his smooth tongue moving up and down my slick lips.

"Let's get a drink," Rachel pulled Steven through the door and closed it.

Josh laughed. "You play, often."

"Oh, all the time," I swatted my hand in the air. He picked up a pool cue and ran his hand up and down the extent of the stick. Again, my heart fluttered. Josh racked the balls, and I took some more drinks from my beer. Pulsing bass from dance music was seeping through the ceiling. People were laughing and talking obnoxiously.

"You want to break?"

"I'll let you go," I leaned over the table slightly, my tits were hanging within eyes shot. Josh botched the break.

"Shit," he said with a laugh. We continued to play the game and I would comically blow kisses at him and lift my leg with my ass jutting out from the side of the pool table. It was all in an attempt to watch him squirm and get visibly flustered. He won, obviously. I think I only sunk one ball the entire game. It didn't matter. My mind was on him. I knew tonight would be another long, frustrated session in bed with my "magic wand." My pussy was already throbbing and wet. Josh leaned over the table and was collecting the balls. I inhaled the sweet cologne on his tan flesh.

"What're you supposed to be, anyway," I nudged him with my hip, and attempting to hit his crotch. He smiled and nudged me back.

"I'm a doctor, obviously."

"Obviously. I'm Marilyn Fucking Monroe," I wagged my hips seductively and Josh's eyes glanced down to my cleavage.

"I see that," he was close to me now, still pretending to adjust the pool balls.

I leaned over and could tell he was becoming aroused beneath the blue scrubs. My brain was racing with possibilities yet was still nervous. "I thought maybe I woulda seen you around after the bar."

"When," Josh was looking into my eyes, trying not to focus on my breasts.

"St. Patty's Day," I nudged him again. Our bodies drew close, our faces nearly touching. He smiled at me.

"Did you want me to call you? Because I didn't know."

"I just thought, maybe. We seemed to hit it off the times we were around." I imagined our naked bodies entwined while we passionately kissed. His hard, thick cock was pumping in and out of my soaked pussy. That's when I kissed him. Our lips hit and our mouths opened. His tongue touched mine; my fingers softly gripped the back of his head. My mind raced and my horniness swelled. I could taste the remnant of liquor while my tongue flicked in and out of his warm mouth.

Without knowing exactly when it happened, my hand reached down. I traced the outline of his hard shaft beneath the scrubs. It seemed hard and swollen. A sly smirk crossed my lips and I pulled away from him. My stupid fake wig was frazzled and hitting me in the eyes. "What's this?" I asked coyly. Josh's expression had changed, he was now serious and looked hungrily at me. His cock felt hard under my touch. It seemed to be a decent size. I wanted to see it and feel it in my hand. My loins burned and the pit in my stomach danced and throbbed.

I pulled lightly at his elastic band with my other hand to slide the scrubs down to his knees. He wore tight boxer-briefs that exposed the full outline of his cock and balls. I kissed him again while I slid them down to fully grip his girthy shaft. Surprisingly I noticed that his pubic hair was finely shaved. I wondered what it felt like inside of me. Slowly I stroked him and continued to kiss his lips. He finally let go of the pool cue, which fell to the floor with a loud bang. We kissed more and his hands slid down my shirt and cupped my breasts. Our breathing increased and I stroked up and down his cock more vigorously.

Loud thumping was heard upstairs and we both glanced toward the closed door. "You think we're alright, here?"

I shrugged. Once again, I kicked myself for wearing panties. "We'll hear them on the stairs." I wasn't sure this was true, but at that moment I wanted him in my mouth. Quickly I slunk down before him and tugged his pants the remainder of the way to the floor. My bare knees were on my dress to cover the concrete floor. I took Josh up in my hand and slowly slid my lips over his full erection, and I ran my tongue across the smooth underside of the head and down the shaft. I made a ring with my index finger and thumb and slid it up and down the length of his cock. His balls drew into his body and he let out soft moans above me.

Saliva began to coat his soft skin, and I made a fist around him, pumping up and down his swollen and throbbing cock. My pussy was soaking my panties while I sucked him. His hips softly thrusted toward my mouth. I could feel him place his palm on the back of my Marilyn wig. I had forgotten I was still wearing it.

Suddenly the door burst open, and two people walked in. Josh made a quick grunt but was sure not to yank his length from my mouth. I could hear the people apologize profusely. I glanced over the edge of the pool table and saw a drunk guy and girl close the door behind them.

"Whoops," I laughed up at Josh. His dick was still hard, and balls were tight. He must've been close. He laughed awkwardly and I ran my tongue along the rosy tip of his cock. It jumped and a single drop of clear pre-cum slid from the tip. It was salty on my tongue and I pushed him back into my mouth. I reached under my dress and pulled my panties aside and drenched my finger with my own juices. My clit was swollen and exposed between my pussy lips. I rubbed my index finger along the slit while I continued to quickly suck and stroke Josh.

He moaned softly while thrusting in and out. I rubbed my clit slowly and elicited waves of pleasure through my body. Suddenly I felt his cock jump in my mouth; I knew that he was at the edge. In my mind I didn't want it to be over, while at the same time my excitement increased with the idea of his hot load pumping into my mouth.

"Oh," he groaned. I moved my lips to his rosy head and stroked the slick shaft. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

It's always funny that guys announce this, as if we didn't know.

His muscles tense and I felt his cock begin to jump and pulsate before shooting a thick, hot stream of liquid into my mouth. I pushed his member toward my throat and allowed waves of semen to flood me. Josh's body tensed while his penis continued to pulsate and jump on my tongue. I pulled him out, swallowing the load he had pumped. A few small drops fell from his cock onto and landed on the floor.

"Oops," I said. I was even more wet, now. Having sucked him off in only a few minutes his flavor was still on my tongue. I wanted more from him. I stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. He pulled up his pants. "You know," I grinned, "I didn't get anything from you."

I pulled the white skirt up past my knees, and with my index finger slid my panties to the side. My soaked, pink pussy was exposed to him. His eyes drank me in. A smile crossed my mouth and I let my skirt drop.

To be continued...