"Your what?" Marge took a step back and raised her hand to her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea."
Maggie giggled. "Oh it's not like that. We're not exclusive. You should here the stories about what happens at college when he's not around."
"What's that now?" Greg asked.
Maggie playfully hit him in the arm. "Oh you know." She then grabbed Marge's hand and led her to the kitchen table. "Have a seat. I'm dying to hear how the old school is running from a student's perspective. What's the juiciest gossip?" And just like that Maggie was able to disarm Marge and engage in a friendly conversation about nothing.
Greg marveled at Maggie's skills. To just get it out in the air that they've both slept with him and that it's OK. Maggie touched Marge a lot as they talked, holding hands or brushing hair back from Marge's face or intertwining their legs under the table. Initially Marge seemed uncomfortable with each point of contact, but that wore off as Maggie kept Marge's mind engaged on the conversation, constantly asking Marge to think back and recall different details, jumping widely from topic to topic.
The mood was suddenly spoiled by a second doorbell ring. Greg sighed. "Candy bowl I put out must already be empty."
Maggie tried to reengage Marge in conversation, but that attempt failed when they heard Greg yell, "Caitlin!" from down the hall. "It's a good to see you," he said loudly, as if he wanted them to overhear. "I'm glad you rang the bell instead of just raiding the bowl."
Marge held her breath, listening intently at the female voice. It was muffled, but Marge still identified it. She knew who else lived on this street. "Oh my gosh," Marge whispered. "It's Caitlin from school. Why is she coming here?"
Maggie grabbed Marge's hand. "Let's go take a listen."
"She can't see that I'm here."
"It's OK, she won't." Maggie led her through the kitchen, into the dining room where they flattened themselves against the wall next to an archway that seemed lead back to the front door.
"I think you might be my favorite type of bunny," said Greg, still speaking loudly.
Maggie rolled her eyes. Marge bit her lip.
"How about you?" Caitlin asked. There was no mistaking her voice now. "You some sort of safari guide?"
He let out an awkward chuckle. "Nah, I'm Indiana Jones."
Maggie placed a hand on Marge's stomach and leaned in so close that her lips touched the small hairs on Marge's ear. "I told him to wear something cuter."
Maggie blushed, afraid to speak. She wanted to tell Marge that he also tried to be Indiana Jones when she visited Mr. G last weekend. She insisted he look nicer for her so he was a mobster wearing a sharp pinstripe suit. He looked good in that suit, so good that she ended up giving him her flower that night.
"Ah right, my dad likes him a lot," Caitlin said.
Maggie's hand slid across Marge's stomach to her far side while her body pressed against the nearer side. "He hates being called old," she whispered into Marge's ear. "He'll need to prove himself now"
Maggie's whispers drowned out his next comment, but Marge caught Caitlin's response, "Maybe it would be if you knew how well I got along with daddy."
He stuttered for a bit unable to say anything of sense.
"Do you mind if I come in for a minute and warm up?"
"Yea sure, come right in Caitlin," he said very loudly.
Their footsteps moved loudly through the hallway. Maggie and Marge moved back towards the doorway connecting them to the kitchen. Marge pressed her hip into the wall and kept her nose just inches back from the doorframe.
Maggie pressed herself into Marge's backside. A hand wrapped around her to prevent Marge from being pushed into the doorway. The hand cupped just below her breast. Then the other hand wrapped around her.
Marge turned to look over her shoulder back at Maggie. Maggie kissed her cheek. One of Maggie's hands slid down while the other slid up, over her breasts, and to the skin above her strapless shirt. Her hand pushed against her chest and then stretched higher to rub Marge's cheek while keeping her from turning away.
Marge firmly planted her feet to make sure she wasn't pushed or pulled one way or the other. Of course in doing so she squatted slightly and pressed her ass into Maggie who interpreted it as encouragement. The hand left her cheek and pulled down her top. Another hand was on her thigh, raising her skirt, but not yet all the way to her crotch.
Marge placed a hand on the doorframe as she tried to focus in on the words from just beyond.
"So is that why you visited?" he said. "Looking to score some alcohol for your party?" Marge wondered how close Mr. G was to Caitlin. They were neighbors and Caitlin had a reputation for being with lots of partners: high school boys, college jerks and even some much much older. She never asked him if he was single before they hooked up. He could easily be one of Caitlin's partners. How could she have been so naïve?
Maggie pinched one of her nipples. A week ago she was a virgin, and now she's about to be fingered while her new lover is in the next room talking. Talking possibly to one of his lovers, but she had no confirmation of that. She felt guilty about doing this to him, but then her brain corrected those thoughts. He was the one who invited Maggie over, his supposed girlfriend. How could he not warn her about what he was getting her into?
Caitlin snorted. She was talking about her mom now, but Marge found herself unable to focus on the words. Maggie was now kissing her neck and Marge wasn't hating it. Maggie's lips were full and soft. Mr. G wasn't Marge's first kiss but there hadn't been that many before, all of them were men though. Marge thought about turning around and just giving Maggie a full on open mouth kiss. One hand still gripped the doorframe, her knuckled turning white. Her other hand moved on top of Maggie's. She squeezed the back of her hand, stopping its motions temporarily, but also not pushing it away. An embrace to silently say yes but slow down.
Mr. G started coughing.
"Shit it's not with you is it?" Caitlin asked.
"No," he replied between coughs. "You just caught me off guard with that statement. That's got to be hard to deal with."
"It was at first, but I've learned a lot from it. Being prudish about sex only works if everyone else is too. But lower your expectations for everyone else and it frees you up to have a lot more fun in life."
Marge felt like Caitlin was talking to her. No part of her regretted being with Mr. G last week, she was developing very strong feelings for him, but at the same time it was clear he wasn't going to change his nature. She didn't spend the time learning his nature before sleeping with him. She should have, but it's too late for that now. He already had these long established sexual relationships with Maggie, with Caitlin, with others. What did she accomplish by denying herself amazing experiences?
Marge decided she was ready and directed Maggie's hand to the hem of her skirt. Maggie got the hint. Soon Marge's skirt was bunched up her hips while Maggie's finger had slipped under Marge's panties and into her. Marge bit her lip and then tongue to stop herself from moaning. The dark angel had finished the corruption of Marge's sweet angelic nature.
Maggie's other arm helped keep Marge standing once her legs started to tremble. Marge's face was full of ecstasy, but her eyes were confused and helpless. To stop her from moaning too loudly, Maggie kissed her deeply as her finger finished her off.
Marge leaned on the back of a chair once she was free of Maggie's embrace. Her arms and legs were locked to stop them from trembling. She was taking controlled long deep breaths.
Maggie risked a quick glance to see how Greg was doing. He had his house guest bent over the couch as he fucked her from behind. Turning back to the angel, Maggie whispered, "Let's head over to your party."
* * *
An Asian stewardess answered the door. She looked like she was halfway through a striptease routine. The highest button still fastened was just below her breasts. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra. It seemed unlikely those breasts would stay contained for the rest of the evening, but they were on the smaller side, so maybe they had a chance.
"Marge, I'm so glad you could make it. Sandy was worried you wouldn't show. Girl you look so cute." She threw her arms around Marge while Marge kept her hands at her sides. The hostess' arms never stopped moving, breaking the hug as soon as it was formed. Marge received a quick peck at the same time she started addressing Maggie. "And Maggie! I can't believe you came back for my party. I didn't know you two were friends."
Maggie smiled and leaned in for a hug with a girl whose name she couldn't quite place. They were probably on the cheerleading team together back in the day.
