Marcie & Erskine
Despite her prolonged sexual activities of the previous night, Marcie was the first of the girls to wake up and after donning a tee shirt and skirt; she brushed her teeth and applied a basic application of lipstick, forgoing any of the usual foundation makeup she normally used because she was starving for something to eat.
She went into the kitchen and made some coffee, poured a glass of grapefruit juice and put two slices of bread into the toaster.
She was taking a sip of her juice when the toast popped up and she put the juice down and was buttering her toast when she heard Laura's father, Erskine's deep baritone voice say: "I was afraid you'd never speak to me again."
She carefully put the butter knife down fearing she'd drop it if she continued holding it and wake everyone in the house.
"Good Morning, Mr. Grisum, she said softly and immediately regretted not speaking louder as his hand ran down her arm, sending goosebumps popping across her skin.
"I don't know what possessed me to take a risk like that," he said looking at her studiously.
Marcie stood there waiting, her heart suddenly racing.
It seemed an eternity from the time he began to bend toward her until his lips touched hers and she thought she was going to faint from anticipation and disbelief.
It was a soft, almost chaste kiss, nothing like the kiss from the previous day; a kiss that had left her rubber-kneed, breathless, and longing for more. A kiss that had virtually kick-started her sexual adventures the previous day.
"Is this really what you want?" He said as he touched her cheek with his fingertips. "I want you to be sure."
"I'm sure," Marcie answered, doing her best to keep her voice level.
"Because, I know what I want, Marcie," he said running his palm over her cheek. Each syllable spoken sent tremors of delirium through her body.
"... and it's not entirely appropriate. Not at all appropriate, in fact."
Marcie swallowed and wondered where all the air had gone.
Erskine was still talking softly to her.
"When I kissed you, you kissed me back. I wasn't imagining that, was I?"
Marcie felt lightheaded and overheated as his hand slid down her cheek and over her neck, seeming to find several of her most vulnerable points.
It was an internal struggle but she managed to shake her head signifying 'yes.'
"It was a very sexy kiss on your part, too," he added.
She couldn't believe how aroused she was and this after a night of almost interminable sexual delight; and here she was first thing in the morning, dripping wet between her legs--again.
"Have you ever been with a man older than you?"
What a strange question, she thought, but found herself answering with a shake of the head, putting aside any thought of the professor who had deflowered her.
"But you're curious."
It was a statement, not a question.
"Err ...I am," Marcie managed to say with her heart pounding away in her ears.
He paused before leaning toward her again. Marcie watched him draw nearer and closed her eyes before his mouth reached hers, almost afraid to believe she wasn't dreaming.
She felt the heat of his lips and held her breath for the few seconds he paused, but then took her lower lip between his and worried it just enough to cause a minor spasm within her vagina. She moaned as he murmured, "I'm curious too," and kissed her again.
Once Marcie shook the disbelief from her mind she kissed him back, reaching out to put both hands on his chest to steady her shaking legs.
Then his mouth opened and her hands on his chest became fists, clutching the fabric of his shirt as an undeniable shiver ran through her.
"The--the girls ... Laura, Jane ... what if ...?"
"Shush—shush--shush, Marcie. They're both snoring away. Besides we won't do anything here. Now, are you still curious?"
She looked at him and had to force her voice to work, "Yes."
He stroked her cheek then curved his fingers around her jaw. He tilted her head back slightly and brushed his thumb across her lower lip.
Marcie closed her eyes and a moment later felt the heat of his tongue as it split her lips and she shuddered with pleasure. His tongue searched for hers, teasingly retreating so that when she followed he trapped it with his teeth. Marcie whimpered, her pussy pulsed and shivers ran through her body causing her to make animal-like noises that she couldn't control.
He bit her lip and she moaned. He sucked it, and she moaned again. He covered her mouth with his, holding her firmly by the chin so that she was forced to take desperate breaths through the nose until he finally released her, his hand sliding softly down her throat as he straightened his back.
Marcie wobbled on her heels, but Erskine held her steady. Marcie found herself taking quick, shallow breaths and when she tried to say something, all that came out was a long, tremulous "Ohhhh."
She'd never imagined a kiss could do that to her; never dreamed Erskine would be that forceful. Now there was nothing but a throb of desire—one steady pulse in her neck, chest, and between her legs. Marcie was dazzled with lust and desire.
"I think I should feel ashamed of myself, but I don't. My feelings aren't perverted, not abnormally so, anyway," he said with a smile as he twirled his index finger around a dark curl hanging near her face. "There are so many things I want to do with you," he said as his thumb brushing along the underside of her breast. "There are so many ways I want to touch you, and pleasure you."
Marcie's heart beat faster than ever and her head swam. He looked at her with such focus she couldn't blink. She held still as his hand slid purposefully over her breast, his fingers closing to hold the curve within his palm.
"Is that what you want too?"
"Yes." Her voice a faint whisper, her breath was gone. She wanted it, whatever he wanted to do, she wanted it.
"Show me," he said brusquely.
"Okay," she said both to him and to herself. She turned and lifted a trembling fingertip to his lips. He waited. The finger moved slowly downward, over his chin and down his throat. She felt him swallow, then his sternum under his shirt, down, over his unexpectedly firm abdomen and down until she felt then gripped his cock under the thin canvass of his trousers.
A wry smile broke his gaze. "Turn around," he said.
She turned and rested her palms on the table's edge. He reached under her arm. His fingers found her nipple, squeezed and gently rolled it.
Marcie inhaled, turning her eyes upward and allowed her head to fall back.
