A Night of O's

She dragged me back to the couch, flinging me onto the cushions and climbing atop me. “Now that your nanny gave you permission for a sleepover,” she kissed me, “We should get back to the fun.” She released her bun, her brown hair falling to join the loose blue lock.

I moaned under her touch as her hand slid under my shirt, the hem rising higher and higher until she pulls it over my head tossing it to the floor. “I’ve been thinking about these all day,” she said, cupping each, squeezing them.

I grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head. Under her bra, I could see geometric lines and shapes crisscrossing over her sternum and spreading out under each of her tits. “Wow,” I said, my eyes tracing over each line.

Pete smiled, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. “You like?” she bit her lip ring, with a quirk of her brow.

“Yes,” I said, reaching up to gently touch the lines.

She watched my fingers roaming, “My ex was a tattoo artist, she did this, the snake, and this,” she turned her head, showing a pair of interlinking Venus symbols hidden behind her ear. She played with her lip ring as her gaze returned to me, then a bit of panic washed over face, “But she’s firmly an ex, so over, like nothing between us.”

“It’s all good, we’ve both got a past. And full transparency, my panties were picked out by a stranger in the mall.”

Her eyes tried to burn holes through my shorts, her curiosity piqued at the mention of my panties. “Well, now I have to see them,” she tugged at my shorts. “And who do I thank for these?” she teased, looking down at the sexy black lace panties.

“Carl from JCNickel,” I said.

“Ew, you let that little creep pick your panties?”

“I did more than that,” I shyly giggled.

“Lalala,” Pete said holding her fingers in her ears, “Don’t want to hear that.” She then pushed forward using her mouth to stop me from saying any more. And I let her, returning the kiss. “These have got to go,” she said, roughly tugging my panties down my thighs.

She pressed down over me, her fingers finding their place between my legs. “Oooh, Pete,” I moaned, only for her to stop.

She laughed touching her forehead to my shoulder. She sat up once again, “The Pete thing was cute, but I can’t have you moaning my coworker’s name during sex. So hello, the name’s Marcy,” she held out her hand, her fingers already glistening with my fluids.

I took her hand bringing her knuckles to my lips, “Nice to meet you, Marcy,” I let out a growl before slipping her glistening fingers into my mouth.

“Damn, girl,” she said, and then pushed me back into the couch, “Now to make you call my name.”

She kissed the crook of my neck, her hand returning to between my legs. Her wetness slid against my thigh. “Marcy,” I gasped, her digits plunging into my pleasure. “Marcy,” I moaned, as she sucked on my nipple. “MARCY!” I screamed as my orgasm swept over me.

“Much better,” she purred, kissing me.

After a quick water break, Marcy guided us to her bedroom. Her drawer was full of toys. The buzzing wand drew 3 straight orgasms out of me, until I finally pulled it from her hands. The bullet vibe she strapped to my leg stimulated her while we made out.

After I came on her fingers once again, I kissed down her neck, only to be stopped before reaching her clavicle. “I can’t,” she sighed, “I have to work tomorrow, I need sleep.”

I pouted but Marcy stayed firm in her need for sleep. We cuddled until we fell asleep.

The alarm blared, waking me up earlier than a summer day could ever call for. Marcy **** herself out of bed, watching her ass sway on her way to the bathroom was enough to wake me up. The water started in the other room, and Marcy popped her head back in the doorway. “Well, are you going to join me?”

I quickly scurried out of bed, jumping into the warmth of the waiting shower. Marcy pinned me to the wall, water pelting us from above. She fingered me, looking into my eyes, “So am I going to hear from you after today? Or will I need to get yelled at by your mom first?”

My legs quivered under me, threatening my stability. “I-I, oh Goddess, yes,” I moaned.

“Yes to which question,” she whispered, keeping me on edge.

My mind was fogged over, the pleasure tight in my core, the heat of the water beating down on me. “The-the, oh Goddess, yes, yes, I’ll text you. Goddess bless, please make me cum.”

“My pleasure,” she said, doubling her efforts until my orgasmic cries bounced around her bathroom. The rest of the shower involved lathering her body, spending more than my fair share of time washing her chest and ass.

She dried her hair, putting it back into the same bun from yesterday with just the single blue strand hanging free.

“Have you seen my panties?” I asked looking around for my clothes, while Marcy made breakfast.

“You mean the Carl panties? I threw them away,” she said flipping a pancake. “You can borrow a pair of mine.” There is a second pair of panties lost, at least Marcy is replacing them. Which brought the image of Victor giving over his boxers to mind. I doubted Marcy would’ve enjoyed that.

With breakfast ate and clothes donned, Marcy brought us back outside to the 4-wheeler and back down the road. “Where’s the truck?” she murmured, running up the porch steps. “Mom, where did he go with the truck? I needed it this morning.”

I stayed outside, and after a little more yelling Marcy reemerged. “Fuck. Um, I don’t know what to do. Did you need to get home today?”

I was tempted to say no, to spend the day with Marcy, but instead I replied, “Don’t you need to go to work?”

She growled, glancing at the house behind her. “Yes, but that’s not going to happen. I’ll have to call out again, and hope they don’t fire me.”

“Or,” I draw out the single syllable word, “I could call Delja to come pick us up.”

Marcy lit up, “She’d do that?”

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