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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."


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