Wait for Marcy

You wait in the kitchen amid the sound and noise of the party pounding away at your head. Even in your drunken stupor, you could see the big red flag hanging over Jessica’s head and had no intention of biting that bait. Brad is still around here somewhere and probably would take issue with you macking on his girl, even if Jessica does not feel that way. At some point, you discover the pledge from earlier handing you another cup of punch and you drink that too. Eventually Marcy returns to your side, with another half full cup in her hand and a big grin on her face.

“Where’d Jessica go?” She asks you, leaning against you. Her warm breasts press around your arm.

“Dunno.” You answer. You watch as Brad walks out of the garage with a different girl under his arm and disappears into the roiling mass of the party, a salt shaker in one hand and his drink in the other.

“Oh that’s a shame,” Marcy giggles and takes a sip of her drink, “that means it's just you and me now is it?”

“Looks that way, yeah.” You reply, feeling wobbly on your own two feet, like you’re standing on a boat in a stormy sea. You brace against the waves, grabbing the countertop and pushing Marcy against your side. She purrs, and takes another long drink.

“Hey.” Marcy shouts over the music, fingering ‘come hither’ to you. “I need to tell you something.”

“Ok.” You shout over the din, leaning down to Marcy.

“Not here!” Marcy scoffs, and grabs your wrist. She starts to tug you through the storm of the party. She pulls you across the dance floor in the living room, up a flight of stairs, past two girls making out to a crowd of hollering frat boys in the hall, and to an upstairs bathroom in the house. She lets go of your arm and gives you a wicked grin.

You follow Marcy’s wicked grin into the bathroom, and close the door behind you. You lock it for good measure. Marcy arching her back against the vanity, in turn pushing her tits out from her chest. Something about the way she moves reminds you of a mating display from a nature documentary. Her eyes are fixed on yours as they snap up from her heaving chest. Her eyes are dilated, her smile predatory.

“Hi John.” She giggles, biting her lip.

“So what did you want to tell me?” You ask, the walls vibrating from the thundering music downstairs. You find yourself taking a step towards her, over her short form.

“Oh,” she continues to giggle at you, ”I just wanted to let you know that you look, like, really handsome tonight.” She rests a hand on your chest. There’s a part of you that cannot believe that this is happening as your lips close the distance with Marcy’s. Her eyes flutter shut and your lips meet. Any worry about Kat chastising you for macking on her friend dies on the spot. Her kiss is wet, surprisingly passionate. You taste **** on her tongue as it pushes into your mouth. You grab her hips, pressing her against the vanity as you bear down on her. She boosts herself up to sit on it without breaking the kiss. It’s appreciated so that you don’t strain your neck bending down to kiss her. Her heels could only close the height gap so much. Then her arms encircle and cinch tight around your neck. Her legs spread and you press against her body while kissing her. Your hands find her hips, grabbing them hard. You kiss her for a long time, the rambunctious noises of the party dying away between the groans and moans of you and Marcy. You feel your hands run up the sides of her dress and grope her breasts through the thin fabric.

“Ah.” She gasps in surprise, breaking your kiss. Her eyes close and her head rears back as you continue to attack her breasts, feeling them. For as big as they look hanging on her short frame, bouncing about as they do, now you have them in your hands, they don’t feel all that much bigger than Alice’s. You feel your cock press against your pants hard as you massage her boobs with your hands. Even through the fabric you can feel the heat pouring off her body.

“Wow.” You quietly gasp as you keep playing with her breasts, ogling them as they move around under your touch.

“You like them?” Marcy moans, her eyes half lidded.

“They’re amazing.” You say, and Marcy coos happily at you. You grab one of her dress’s thin shoulder straps and drag it down over and off her shoulder. Her naked breast falls out of her dress. Perky is the right word to describe them, perfect torpedo tits that hold themself off her chest tipped with big areolas and little inverted nipples. Her eyes meet yours, and you see a hungry look in them as you grip her naked flesh. It feels warm and soft under your fingers, her nipple just starting to poke out and harden in your palm. She gasps again as you grope her, harder.

“Oh my God.” She whines, pressing her tit into your hand and bringing her mouth up to meet yours again.

“God you’re hot.” You say just as she kisses you, even as she undoes her other shoulder strap. Between both your hands you continue to kneed her fat tits even while you shove your tongue down her throat. She groans under your attack, wrapping her legs around your butt and pulling you in tight.

Then there is a knock at the door and freeze. You and Marcy both look at it, mouths connected by a string of drool.

“Occupied.” Marcy states to the door, wiping her mouth. You feel her grab your hand and run it down to the hem of her dress. You get the intention, pulling her dress up and revealing a little black thong with a noticeable crease in it. You pass your hand over the crotch of the thong and she groans. You rub your finger against the crease that is her cameltoe and she gasps.

“That feel good?” You ask.

“Uh-huh.” Marcy says, tilting her hips into your hand. You grab her crotch and start rubbing her pussy through her thin panties, feeling the heat radiate from her. She moans her appreciation. You rub harder, in tighter circles around the hard nub that is your target. Marcy grabs your hand and shoves it down inside her panties, and you feel the hot dampness of her pussy in person.

“You like that?” You ask, dipping your digits into her pussy. Marcy replies with a throaty gasp and grabbing you by the shoulder. With your pointer and index finger you tease her insides and with your thumb you tease her nub, your hand a bulge in her panties that mirrors the one developing in your pants. She nods her head yes, emphatically. Marcy gasps again and again. You dig your fingers deeper into her, grinding them against the inside of her pussy. Her lips find yours again, she is kissing greedily. Marcy moans into your mouth as you continue pistoning your fingers in and out, in and out of her pussy. Her hips buck as you plunge your fingers in again and again, turning them slick with her love juices, filling the bathroom with wet noises as you work her pussy. Her breaths start to come more raggedly though, and you feel her begin to tense shortly afterwards. You redouble your attacks on her mouth and pussy, your arm burning as you saw away at her insides with your hand. Then her climax hits her.

You feel it inside her first, her pussy contracting around your invading digits, sucking against them. You feel her small hand dart down and hold your arm still, even as she moans in your mouth. She holds you there, tense, for what feels like forever. Eventually, she comes down off her summit and releases her **** grip on your arm and breaks the kiss she was holding, a string of saliva connecting between you. Your fingers retreat from her pussy, trailing girl cum up through her panties and on her stomach.

“Oh my God.” She gasps for air.

“I take it that it was good then?” You chuckle.

“Yes,” Marcy says, touching her cheeks, “That was amazing.” You watch as her eyes travel down your body to your crotch and latch there, knowingly. She bites her lip and meets your eyes again.

“You want it, don’t you?” You say, grinning.

“I do.” She purrs, nodding. “Please.”

“Please what?” You chuckle.

“Oh John,” she whines, “please fuck me already.” Your heart is a timpani playing in your ears, matching the beat of the dance music pounding outside. You grab her and pull her from her seat on the vanity. She squeals happily as you manhandle her around on wobbly legs in a pair of four inch heels. You press her down, her elbows on the vanity. You start to work down your belt as Marcy reaches up under her dress and drops her thong to the ground, kicking it off one and then the other leg. Your pants drop to your feet, and then your briefs. It’s an awkward shuffle up to her with all that around your ankles but you manage. You roll her dress up to her waist, exposing her cute little butt and grip her hips. Her dress hangs like a red sash tight around her waist, covering nothing. You finally get a good look at her hairless innie pussy, bright pink and shining wet with arousal, as you line your engorged cock up to it. Then you pause, remembering the rubber laying nearly forgotten in your back pocket. You look down at Marcy’s pussy, dripping with excitement and consider what to do and what to say to Marcy next.