Marianne, her sister's best friend

Watching that impossibly large black cock through the window had set Cassandra on edge, and she cried out in terror when she felt a hand on her shoulder. The teenager spun around, fearful of discovery... and noticed her older sister Victoria's best friend Marianne.

"I'm sorry I frightened you!" the twenty year-old apologized, looking a little caught off-guard herself as she held her hand against the front of her argyle sweater to calm her heartbeat. "Oh, you dropped your pie."

"I was coming to meet the new neighbors," Cassie explained quickly, looking down at the pie and then glancing back at the window, but the black man was no longer in view.

"Neighbors? You saw someone inside the house?" When Cassie nodded, Marianne turned and went to the front door and knocked. Cassie trailed behind apprehensively, catching up to her just as the door opened.

"What can I do for you girls?" the black man drawled in a southern accent as he looked them both over. Wide-eyed Cassie seemed to catch his attention. "That's a pretty dress," he remarked, and the blonde girl could only gulp and smile nervously as her eyes wandered down to his crotch and she wondered if this (now clothed) man was the same one she saw naked a minute ago.

"You don't belong here!" Marianne declared, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head. "You are trespassing!"

"That so?" he said, calmly taking hold of her pale left hand in his big calloused ones and admiring her wedding ring. "What's your name, baby?"

"Mrs. Marianne Crawford," she said with a sniff. "And I happen to know that the closing date on this house isn't until a week from Monday."

"Marianne," he said, kissing her hand. "I bet your husband doesn't know you're here?" She's gone quiet now, shaking her head, and he turns his attention to the young blonde. "And what's your name, girl?"

"Cassie," she squeaks, joining Marianne in the doorway and extending her own hand with a shy smile.

"Looks like you girls are looking for a party," he observes, kissing the younger girl's hand and gently pulling her across the threshold and inside the door. Cassie was about to explain that it was her birthday but Marianne spoke first.

"It's just going to be girls, very quiet... we thought the house was going to be empty!" Marianne stammered, following Cassie as the black man led her by the hand deeper into the house. "You see, my best friend Tori is getting married, and her husband and my husband and their friends are having one of those stag parties tonight, so when Tori came to her sister's birthday party next door, we were going to surprise her with a party of her own!"

"And you wanted to have that here?" he said from the darkness, which Marianne confirmed. "Well, if you want to bring a bunch of white girls here, I'm in no position to refuse."

"Okay, but what about you?"

"I got a nice suit, I'll be your butler, help serve drinks," he said. "How's that sound?" Marianne agreed that it sounded good...