Lay down for a few minutes

You truly are exhausted, and you know that you’ll do a lot better if you can get some rest. You throw yourself down on the bed and close your eyes, determined to get back up in just a few minutes.

You should have known better.

The sound of a knock on the door wakes you up, and you curse as you realize that you fell asleep and have been out of it for nearly two hours! You wipe the sleep from your eyes, and stumble to the door. Opening it, you see the girl you recognize from the picture as Mario’s girlfriend, Marcy.

“Finally!” she says, standing on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on your lips. “I wondered if you were back yet; I would have been very unhappy with you if you had made me late to the rehearsal.”

“The rehearsal?” you say, still feeling pretty groggy.

“Of course, the rehearsal, Doofus!” she gives your chest a playful slap before pushing past you into the room. “I told you weeks ago that we had to be there in time for the wedding rehearsal. Although if I were Caren, I’d be more concerned about rehearsing the wedding night, than rehearsing the ceremony!” She laughs, and says, “I think we may actually be witnessing the marriage of the last two remaining virgins of my high school graduating class!”

As the sleepiness begins to fade from your brain, you remember Mario saying something about a wedding. You didn’t realize that Marcy had a part in it — not that it would have mattered to you at the time if you had known.

She looks around your room and asks, “Where’s your stuff? You did pack for the weekend, didn’t you?”

You look around, blankly. “Um... ?”

She gives you a half-irritated look and says, “That’s what I thought. It’s a good thing I came over when I did. I know how you get when you go on those campouts with the team. Just how much did you have to drink, anyway?”

One would think you’d be fairly used to the dynamics of taking over another person’s body, but it is still a very new concept to you, and it takes you a while to figure out that Mario must have been less than totally candid about the prior evening’s activities. It also takes a moment for you to realize that when she’s asking you about how much you had to drink, she doesn’t realize that from your perspective, the primary thing you were drinking was cum — and lots of it. Fortunately, you piece things together enough to venture an answer on Mario’s behalf.

“Not entirely sure, to be honest,” you mumble. “But it was a good time.”

She smiles, and her irritation seems to be short lived. “That’s good. But not too good of a time, I hope.” She gives your crotch a meaningful gaze before patting it gently. “I’ve missed you, and it isn’t just the wedding that I’m looking forward to this weekend!” She gives you a seductive wink and then busies herself looking through your closet.

The unexpected fondling of your crotch drives the last of the sleepiness away from you. You watch Marcy pull out a suit and hold up various ties against it for comparison. “You really need some new ties,” she says. “Where is that crimson one that you wore to the Formal?” Before you can answer, she laughs and says, “Oh yeah... Never mind. I remember! And by the way, if you get in a kinky mood again, I’ll buy you some handcuffs to use instead; that tie would have matched my bridesmaid dress perfectly.”

You try to picture Marcy, unclothed, with her wrists bound and tied to a bedpost. The image is very appealing, and as you dwell on it, your cock begins to harden, having been awakened by Marcy’s fondling a moment earlier.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” you venture. “Maybe we can find some handcuffs to use tonight?”

She looks over her shoulder at you and giggles. “Wouldn’t you just love that? You try something like that while we’re staying at my parents’ house, and you’re going to have to use a gag, as well. If my father suspected what we were doing together, he’d have your balls up on the fireplace mantle as a trophy. I think you’d better try to keep it in your pants until tomorrow night when we are at the hotel.”

Lots of images and fantasies suddenly flood your mind. The thought of being alone in a hotel with a girl like Marcy is nothing short of fantastic. You don’t know much about her at this point, other than the fact that she has a kinky side, but from what you know and what you see, you know that you could have a lot of fun with her.

You are enjoying the thought so much, that you find you are very quickly at full erection, and the urgency of getting over to the laboratory is suddenly a distant thought. You look at Marcy’s’ hot ass as she bends over to retrieve some socks from your bottom drawer. You know if you can just be patient, you can have that all to yourself — if you can be patient. It sounds like she will have to be hands-off while you are staying at her parents’ house.