Macca’s place

“Bloody hell, you guys took your time, it’s not that far from the airport,” Macca said as he exited the bar with Mark and Jess behind him.

They had located the right street and place after the help from a local.

“And it’s so nice to see you too James,” Jess said playfully.

“Ohhh so that’s your real name,” Mark said, having no clue what his first name actually was. On campus, he went by the nickname of Macca at all times.

Mark guessed that he had told Jess some time in their flirting stages. She was probably the only one that would actually call him by his first name to his face.

The trio made their way to Macca’s car, before driving back to his place, just outside of the main city. He had his own apartment here, fairly small but the location was brilliant to be living so close to the city.

Walking inside, Mark inspected the place. It was a little messy, clothes in the lounge room just laying on the floor. He had up posters here and there on the walls too, a couple of posters of what looked to be Australian models. That and a poster of some Australian football player wearing red and white.

“If you’re done checking out Miranda Kerr’s ass, you can come help me take the tents down to the car, thanks mate,” he said, taking a bag or two outside.

Macca had been generous enough to lend a couple of small tents for both Mark and Jess. It made it feel a little less genuine when he would later find out that he had stolen both of these off some of his family in Queensland that he never saw anymore, but that was another story.

They lugged everything down. throwing it in the back of his 4WD. “Cheers mate, you want a dart?” he said as they finished packing his car.

Mark shook his head, “No thank you.”

He watched as Macca shrugged and took out a cigarette out from a box of them in his car. Lighting it up, the two boys waited outside for Jess to join them before hitting the road.

“Wouldn’t mind giving her another one while we’re out there this weekend,” Macca said, blowing out some smoke.

“Who? Jess?” Mark replied, worried already.

“Fuck yeah. Like seriously mate, her pussy is as addictive as fucking heroin.”

Technically he wasn’t wrong, the experience that Mark had with her glory in the bathtub was one of the most satisfying moments of his time on campus. Without a doubt in his mind, Jess had the greatest pussy he had even seen or touched.

“So does that mean you’ll be getting with her this week?” he asked, hoping that the answer would be no, just like what Jess had said earlier.

Macca inhaled more of his cigarette, he gave a bit of a shrug as he spoke again, “Hmm we’ll see, got this other bird I’m putting the work into first, she’ll be there this weekend so I ain’t fucking leaving until I’ve had a proper go with her.”

He had to give him credit, this guy was a ladies man. Mark felt a little more comfortable knowing that he had other targets that were more of a priority than Jess.

As the wrapped up this conversation, Jess came out the front door of the apartment with she bag. She had changed clothes, now wearing something much more appropriate for the Australian summer.

Jess had on a pair of short black bike shorts that were as tight as possible. A nice white low cut T-shirt accompanied it.

“What are we waiting for boys? Let’s go!”