A friend from college days

Marcie wasn’t really sure why she decided to attend Willow’s wedding. Dave had told her she was getting married, and that she should come as his guest. She’d agreed, but had mixed feelings. She hadn’t kept in touch with her since their college days together at Widley. They’d lived in the same dorm, across the hall from each other, and had had a pretty nasty fight a few weeks before graduation. She knew that the souring of their friendship had been her fault. Before the row they had been pretty close, and they’d done a lot together with Jen and Chris while in college, some of it was pretty off the wall.

They were both attractive coeds, and neither had ever had any trouble finding a date. But Marcie had a competitive streak that pervaded her life. Everything was a contest for her, and she played to win. She’d been on both the gymnastics team and the swim team. It was this attitude that had cost her Willow’s friendship. Willow had caught her with Chris. Marcie had been bent over her desk, and Chris had been furiously fucking her from behind when Willow had walked in. Chris tried to make up some lame excuse, but Willow’s wrath fell on Marcie, and Willow had grabbed her, and shoved her out in to the hallway, lock the door to leave her there naked. Somehow, Chris had managed to stay close to her, but Marcie and she never spoke again.

Since graduation, Marcie had become a fitness trainer to the rich in L.A. Her body was still tight and firm, and she was a beautiful woman, having changed little from her college days. She’d decided to attend because, she’d found that wedding receptions were great place to pick up a man, and on occasion a woman. Having split from her recent boyfriend a couple of months ago, she was now a very horny woman on the prowl.

She’d checked at the hotel, and called Dave’s room. No answer. Sighing, she unpacked her suitcase and garment bag. Marcie wondered how Willow would react when they finally saw each other. She hoped it would be a friendly reunion. Did Dave tell her he’d invited Marcie? Would she see any other of the "wild" girls she knew from her days at Widley? She sat on the bed, and let her hair down, brushing it out. She glanced over at the red, nylon bag in her suitcase. Inside she’d put a few of her favorite sex toys. She hoped she get to use them very soon.

Pulling off her boots, Marcie lay down on the bed, and grabbed the television remote. Punching the red button with her thumb, the screen flashed, and an image of two talking heads arguing politics appeared. She flipped quickly to the next station. After surfing the circuit of stations, Marcie turned the set off and wondered what she should do. Suddenly the phone rang. Picking up the headset, she brought the phone to her ear. "Hello?" Marcie answered.