Message-ID: <20863eli$9903300223@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG from Waldo - Wreck - Part 7 of 10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35106ea3.370046be@aol.com> Chapter 7 - is it love? or just Memorex? As the sun begins to rise, I lightly disentangled myself from a sleeping Marcy. After our wonderful swim, we returned to the fire, sitting around the warm fire naked, enjoying the feel of each other's body as we sipped on our beer. Then we lay on the blanket and fuck again. And again. And again. She was right when she said it would be a personal best for me. Six times, I exploded my jism into one or more of her body cavities. Out of eight hours of being together, we only slept two hours over three different short naps - the rest of the time, we are actively exploring each other's body. I stroke the campfire ashes, looking at our ripped clothes that we abandoned where we removed them, knowing that I'm going to have to find some way to slip past my parents. As I stir the fire, I'm rewarded with a slender pair of arms wrapping around my neck and a gentle mouth nibbling on my ear lobe. Rising and turning to face each other, we merge our bodies together as our lips gently touch - reflecting not only the passion that we shared over the last several hours, but also the love that we feel for each other. She rubs her bare breasts against my chest, pressing only the nipples against me before she steps back a couple of steps, giving me a come-hither look. Like a hypnotized man, I step forward matching her step for step, never breaking eye contact with her as she continues to back up to the blankets where we spent the night. Her feet touch the blanket and she drops down to her knees, then she slips back onto the blanket, arching her back as she silently wills me to join her on the blanket lying on the ground. Twirling a ruby-red fingertip around one of her nipples, she asks "Do you like my breasts?" "Un-hun!" I reply, dropping to my knees, bowing my head as I aim my lips at the discussed nipple. But her fingertip presses against my lips, stopping me as she asks in a teasing but deadly tone of voice "Who's got the best boobs? Me? Or that bitch that thinks she owns you?" My mother taught me to never lie and my daddy taught me to never stick my wee-wee into a pencil sharpener. Marcy's question, which has only one correct answer, will be the pencil sharpener if I answer wrong. I respond "you do" sealing my answer with a kiss to her fingertip. She quickly follows up with "but her boobs are bigger. So big that they sag and droop at her young age. Are you saying that you like my little perky tits better?" I push her finger away and aim my lips at the nipple pointed at me. I kiss her nipple and suck on it, using that simple action as my answer, while I enjoy the responsive way that her fingers comb through my hair and her fingernails dig into my scalp. She whispers "I've always been a tomboy and frequently work out in gyms. Do you think that my body's too muscular?" I break my lips free from her nipple and shake my head 'no' as I rub her wonderful boobies against my face. She wraps her arms around my head, burying my head between her boobs as she asks in a very husky seductive sounding voice "Do you want to try for a new personal best record?" ****** She has a bikini in her trunk that she slips into. I wear only my jeans as she drives us back to town as we try to get back between sunup and rush hour. She is strangely silent as she drives, speaking only when I ask something. When she pulls into the Cowboy Caf‚'s parking lot, she is the one that notices my truck first. My windows are coated with lipstick where someone - probably Donna - has written some very obscene words and phrases. All very directed at me. She smiles a Mona Lisa smile as we survey the damage to my truck. It's nothing that a little elbow grease and soap won't remove. "Looks like you're going to have to kick some ass. Or are you still playing both of us against each other?" "I'm finished with Donna." I reply grimily. "I've heard you say that many times before. Then she wags her finger and you go hurrying back to the cock sucking bitch." "Why did you say that?" I ask, surprised at her general statement; knowing that I've said it many times before, but never around Marcy. Her face turns a little red before she replies, "I'm just being catty. I don't like the bitch and want to see you with a woman that'll treat you right - someone like me." ****** I show up for work on time, feeling on top of the world - both physically and mentally. I sneaked into the house without either of my parents seeing me, showered and drove to work, ignoring the glances as people in the other lanes try to read the writing on my windows. I pull straight into the garage so that I can clean my windows and Brad bursts out laughing as he sees my graffiti- covered truck. "Lose a battle or the war last night, general? Is your new girlfriend worth it?" "Yep. And it's very plain to see that I'm not dating Donna anymore." Brad laughs again, "I wished that I had your troubles - either one of them." ****** About lunch time, the long night catches up with me. I call Marcy's number but there is no answer, so I leave a message for her, telling her that I'm going to take a little catnap after work, then I'll be over to her place about nine, to take her out to dinner. After work, I head straight home and crash in my bed. Thank god for alarm clocks otherwise I would have slept all evening otherwise. After getting up from a couple of hours sleep, I'm feeling a little better. I shower and clean up, then drive over to Marcy's motel room. Her car is parked in front of her room, but there isn't any answer to my knock. I go down to the motel's small bar and find her sitting on a barstool, sipping a beer. Even wearing jeans and a simple blouse, she looks fantastic. I kiss her on the cheek and pull up a barstool, immediately getting the impression that something is wrong. I smiled as I try to hide my recognition that she's acting slightly cool to me as I suggest, "I'm starved. Let's go get something to eat, then go back to your room." A tear forms in her eye and she turns her head for a second, hiding her face so that I can't see the pain that she's obviously feeling. I blurt, "What's the matter? Did Donna say something that hurts you?" "No, it's not that. I can deal with her and whatever shit she comes up to try to break us up. I can't deal with my own emotions. Gary, I don't think that we should see each other for awhile." Before I can say anything, she rises to her feet and walks out of the bar, leaving me sitting there, feeling like a damn fool as I try to figure out what the fuck is going on. I hurry after her and catch her, spinning her around so that I can look into her tear-stained eyes as I try to find out what the reason for this unexpected outburst is, "Listen, I don't know what's going on, but we can work it out. Let's talk." "No, I've behaved like a fool. The woman that's been chasing you the last couple of days isn't the real me. I only behaved that way because I knew that you want to be ravaged by a mysterious woman. But now it's over. You've fucked me and I'm no longer a stranger. You'll eventually tire of that game and dump me for the next piece of ass that comes along. Probably even doing something stupid like going back to that bitch Donna for the millionth time as you've done so many times before. I enjoyed last night. More than you'll ever know and I can't risk being hurt by you. So leave me alone and let me enjoy my memory of my few moments of rapture with you." She turns and runs back toward her room. I chase her but she easily outruns me. I've never seen a woman that can run that fast or with such graceful, long strides. She reaches her room so far ahead of me that she is able to unlock the door, enter the room and lock the door before I get there. I beat on the door, but she refuses to open the door. A couple of doors away, some woman opens her door and stares at me as if I'm trying to break into the room. Quickly tiring of her refusal to open the door, I sit down and lean against her door as I talk to her, hearing her loud sobbing cries through the door. I'm still trying to talk to her and trying to figure out what is going on when the motel clerk asks me to leave because I'm making too much noise. I drive to a nearby restaurant and order some food, not really feeling hungry. When the food comes, I play with it, then find a pay phone to call the motel. The motel clerk informs me that Marcy just checked out. I paid for my dinner and rush back to the motel, discovering that her car is gone. I drive through town quickly, looking for her car, then out to the Interstate, not sure which way she will go. I don't know where she is going. Feeling frustrated, I go home. ****** I check every motel in town the next day and can't find her. Uncle Larry doesn't know anything about Marcy? Rather that is, anything that he will tell me. Needing someone to talk to, I drive over to Lucille's house and surprise her. When I knock on the door, instead of inviting me in as usual, she sits with me out on the front porch. I tell her about Marcy - leaving out the juicy details - and ask her to help me find Jimmy who's somewhere on travel. I tell her that I need to talk to him about my new love. Lucille has a strange smile on her face but she doesn't know where I can find Jimmy. She promises to see if she can find him and have him call me. Why didn't I go back home and wait for his call. Feeling lost, I did that. In the privacy of my room, I paced the floor trying to figure out what happened to cause Marcy to turn away from me. When the phone rings, I grab it "Marcy?" I ask. There is a long pause, then Donna's voice startles me "No, it's me. Look, Gary, we've known each other too long to treat each other like this. Why don't you come over tonight and let's talk." I turn her down. Twice. Three times. Four times and almost hang up on her. When she begins crying over the phone, I lose my resolve. Like a damn fool, I tell her to watch for my truck and that we'll go for a short ride and talk. I pull up in front of her house, not wanting to face her parents at this time, and I feel very happy when she comes rushing out so that I don't have to see her parents. She climbs into the truck and kisses me on the cheek as a greeting. I drive over to the K-mart parking lot, parking at the end of the lot. For over an hour, we sit there and talk. Then the closeness of her, her constant rubbing of my hand, her frequent hugs and kisses, all began to have an effect on me. Before I knew what is occurring, I let her unzip me and give me a blow job. Still in a daze from the sex and enjoying her nearness, I drive out to a nearby place that we frequent and climbed into the back of the truck with her. As usual fucking a woman in the back of a pickup truck is better for your moral than having a woman drive away from you. When I wake up the next morning, I have a big hickey on my neck and Donna is somehow my girlfriend again. That night I have supper at her house, squirming a little as her little brother teased me about the hickey and the way Donna is hanging all over me. The kid's too young to know that a woman's pussy can be as deadly to a man as kryptonite is to Superman. When I finally go home, even though Donna is hinting that she will slip out with me so that we can go to a motel, there is a message from Jimmy, saying that he will call back every hour. It is almost midnight so I wait for his call. "Gary, what sort of trouble have you gotten into now?" he asks in his now familiar new voice when I answer the ringing phone. "My cock's got me in trouble again." I blurt out, discussing my involvement with the new girl, with me doing most of the talking and Jimmy occasionally saying "Go on" or "un-hun" or "really". I tell him how Marcy turned my world upside down then unexpectedly abandoned me; and how Donna and I subsequently made up. "Well old buddy, it sounds like your new girlfriend's a hell of a woman. What does she look like?" he asks. Leaning back against my bed's headboard, I look up at the ceiling as I start describing her "Blonde, long beautiful blonde hair. Wavy and soft around her face." "You don't have to tell me that. You won't even look at a girl twice unless she's a blonde." "Fuck you!", I reply in our best friend type of language before continuing "She's very beautiful, high cheekbones, cute pixie nose, full lips, mesmerizing green eyes, blemish-free skin, firm boobs, nice tight ass, looks sexy in anything that she's wearing and a body that can fuck all night. You know, the typical woman for me." "Who's got the best body? Your new girl or Donna?" "Ummmm, that's hard to decide. Donna's body is a little more curvy but Marcy's got one of those slender, shapely bodies that'll look good for many more years. Donna's our age - still young, but I'm already seeing her boobs sagging a lot and she beginning to get those ugly splotches on her ass. What do you call it?" "Cellulite?" "Yeah. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that Donna's ass is beginning to spread a little more and look soft as she walks naked. I didn't really think about it until I saw how nice and firm Marcy's ass looks after getting used to Donna's naked body." Jimmy chuckles, then asks in a tone that I think sounds catty but I ignore it because I knew about his almost lifelong dislike for Donna, "Whose boobs are better?" "Two years ago Donna had the best boobs, but her boobs are so soft now. Marcy's boobs are small - no, I take that back. They're medium size but they're so damn perky that they're hard to ignore. My vote goes to Marcy." There's a moment's pause before Jimmy asks "Sounds like the type of woman that I'd like to meet. Now for the sixty-four million dollar question - who's the best in bed?" "That's what I'm trying to figure out. I'm trying to figure out if Marcy's the greatest fuck of my life or am I so used to Donna after several years of her being my main squeeze, that a little strange stuff makes me go gaga." After almost ten minutes of summarizing my current situation, I shut up, looking for words of advice from my best friend, the person that I'd always relied upon to pull me out of problems. There is a long awkward silence then he says "I can't help you on this one. You've got to follow your heart. It sounds like whoever that you choose, that the other girl will be hurt." "Yeah, and that's part of it. I don't want to hurt either of them but I know it can't go on much longer the way it is now. I've known Donna for years. I know that you don't like her, but she's taken good care of me and I like being around her. It's just that Marcy rattled my chain - sexually and mentally. When I'm around Marcy, all I can think about is her. I wish that you were here to meet her and see why I'm so crazy about her. I was almost ready to tell Donna good-by forever when Marcy pulled the rug from under me." Jimmy's voice changes, becoming softer as he replies "Maybe it is just her hormones talking. A lot of women can't control their actions when their estrogen hormone level is too high. You might want to give her another chance the next time that you see her." "If I ever see her again." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----