Marissa in the Park

Johnny made his way across the grass to the park bench where Marissa Wong, his gorgeous young classmate, was absorbed in a book. Jeannie had opted to stay behind & watch the yoga-turned-blowbang session develop, giving a thumbs up & a toothy grin as the two teens closed in on the kneeling girls.

“Hey, Marissa!” Johnny said pleasantly as he approached the bench, trying his best not to sound like someone who had already ordered three women to suck off all comers that morning. He definitely had a big ol’ crush on Marissa, having fallen hard for her musical laugh & quick wit after she helped him out at an afternoon study sesh that he desperately needed.

He couldn’t exactly claim that her looks didn’t play a big part as well. She had a sharp & stylish pixie cut swooping over kind brown eyes, with elegant shoulders & arms he occasionally dreamt of wrapped around him. Her petite frame emphasized the curvature of her butt & thighs, big for the rest of her body but absolutely perfect in Johnny’s eyes. She was dressed in a light, breezy dress that matched the summer day perfectly, the warm air & her small perky tits rendering a bra thoroughly unnecessary. Johnny tried his best not to stare at her nipples pressing against the fabric.

“Oh, hey, Johnny!” Marissa smiled up at him, marking her page with a small dachshund-printed bookmark. She recognized him from Professor Chao’s class; the two of them hadn’t ever really talked outside of school much, but she did find him fairly cute—cute enough to help him study for Professor Chao’s notorious midterms, despite knowing that he had fallen asleep through many of the relevant lectures & catching him not-so-subtly staring at her butt several times. (Hey, dumb boys could occasionally be cute too!)

For the first time since receiving his newfound powers, Johnny felt stuck. He wasn’t nervous, per se; Jeannie’s magic had all but eradicated his many various anxieties, but there was still a part of him that wanted Marissa to like him without his commanding her to. He racked his brain for something to make himself sound cool. After deciding against leading with “hey, I just received phenomenal cosmic powers—wanna fuck?” he opted for a more traditional inquiry.

“Hey Marissa! What’cha reading?”

Marissa blushed for a moment, trying to think of a good excuse for the romance paperback she had been absorbed in moments before. It was very much a bodice-ripper, albeit one set in Medici-era Florence. Did that make it cultured? Worth a shot.

“Oh, this is just some...” she paused for a moment, searching for the best word, “...historical fiction.”

Johnny nodded, dumbly & appreciatively. “Ah, cool! That cover is wild.”

Marissa blushed even deeper, shuffling to hide the rather lurid painting on the cover. A long-haired prince or noble of some sort, his shirt thoroughly ruffled & totally unbuttoned, grasped at the hand of a peasant maiden in the throes of passion. It was pretty clear that bodices were about to be ripped. “Y-yes, very... stimulating...” she managed to joke.

Searching for anything to change the topic of conversation, she turned around & noticed for the first time the two yoga practitioners, which gave her a bit of a jump. The teens had already finished up, leaving a sticky mess on their sensible workout wear, & two joggers had stepped up to take the boys’ place.

“Holy shit! Is she- are they...” she searched for a delicate way to describe the facefucking unfolding behind them. She eventually gave up & settled on “Can they do that? In public like that, I mean?”

Johnny saw the opportunity to steer the conversation towards something more his speed. He still felt **** to hit her with the full **** of his powers, but surely a girl sneaking off to read sexy historical fiction was at least... open-minded? It was still a pretty big leap from reading about hot & heavy princes to sucking off strangers in the park, but if she was already watching one of his scenes...

“Yeah, isn’t that crazy? I think it’s some kind of...” he racked his brain for a believeable event before deciding it didn’t matter & going with “blowjob festival?”

Marissa nodded slowly, still not understanding but believing him completely. “Oh, wow!” she offered, unsure what else to say & thoroughly distracted by the jogger 300 feet away about to blow his load on Hannah’s face.

“You know, I actually helped organize it! I could show you around if you want. Is that the kind of thing you’re interested in?”

Without a second’s pause, Marissa responded “Yeah, I love sucking cock” as though in a trance. It was a shock to both of them, though a much happier one to Johnny —Marissa was mortified. Of course it was true, but why was she telling him?

Johnny couldn’t believe his dumb luck continuing & his grin practically split his face. “Alright! Let’s check it out, shall we?”

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What happens next? Does Marissa join the girls in the grass, or does Johnny take her somewhere else? Comments, requests, suggestions & new chapters appreciated/encouraged!