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Chapter 4 - Marcy

If I didn't know better, I would've guessed that she is making a 
blatant effort to rub her breasts against my chest. So I reciprocate. 
I moved my leg for just a moment between her legs to see how far I 
can push her. She responds by sensuously rubbing her leg up my 
inner thigh in one quick motion before moving back to a more 
respectful distance. For just a moment, as I stare into her eyes, 
she lets her guard down, letting me see some very strong desires 
reflected in her eyes. I've seen that look of undisguised lust a 
couple of times before in other women's eyes and recognize that 
she wants me as badly as I wants her. Then it happens.  Quick a 
cobra, her lips barely brush my lips for about one tenth of a 
second.  Someone else might have interpreted it as a 'thank you' 
type of kiss but I memorized it as being the first kiss of many 
kisses that we're going to share in our future. Turning her head as 
she rests her head against my shoulder, she tenderly put her 
hands on my shoulders, as I feel the tension in her - the same 
sexual tension that I also feel.

As we continue to dance, I can feel her bra hook just one thin layer 
of fabric away from my finger tips and that only excites me more. 
Everything seems to be a dream, and it's definitely one of the best 
dreams I've ever had. All of my senses are filled with the beautiful 
woman whose body is next to mine. My nose is filled with her 
delicate perfume.  My eyes are staring at her beauty.  My ears are 
listening to her magical laughs. My skin is tingling from the warm 
touch of her hand in my hand. My mouth is still alive with the 
delicious taste of her too-quick kiss. I don't realize the music has 
stopped until I feel her hand drop down from my back and 
teasingly brush across my butt. 

Laughing she asks in a very lyrical sounding voice "Has anyone 
ever told you that you've got a nice ass for a man?"

Glancing at tight fitting black leather mini-skirt as if I'm getting 
ready to stroke her butt, I know that my retort isn't very brilliant 
but it's the only clean one that I can think of "I demand equal time 
so I can judge you also."

"Well, not on this song. Let's sip our beer."

I escort her back to the table, resisting the desire to pat her on the 
butt; holding her chair out for her like the gentleman that I am. 
She purses her pink lips and smiles warmly at me as I sit down 
opposite her. She opens her purse and selects a cigarette, handing 
me the matches. 

I pretend that I'm a gentleman by lighting her cigarette for her, but 
my eyes are staring down her halter at her exposed cleavage as she 
bends forward. Leaning back in her chair, she asks me, "You look 
like the type of man that likes to rate women. How do I rate on 
your scale?"

I rate her as a ten but I'm not about to tell her that.  I want her to 
think that she's got to work to push herself to being a ten in my 
eyes.  So I lie "I'm not a sexist and believe in equal rights. If I do 
something as childish as rate women, I would probably give you 
very high marks. You're attractive, sexy and appear to be rich. 
What more can a man want to find in a woman?"

"What's my name?" she asks, her eyes still twinkling with some 
mysterious glimmer.

My heart stops "Names are meaningless in a true romance - it's 
what's in the heart that's important."

"Bull shit. You forgot my name. It's Marcy."

"Uncle Larry called you and told you that I tried to find him, didn't 
he?"

A mischievous twinkle gleams from her eye as she answers "I'm his 
newest customer and he doesn't want to lose my account."

"Touche. So now that we're getting all of finding about each other's 
history out of the way, what are you doing in this town? You're too 
sophisticated and sexy for a small town like this."

"I got tired of life in the big city and came here to search for Mister 
Right. Now before your head gets any bigger because it appears 
that I have some interest in you, let me put my cards on the table. 
I'm a one-man woman. If you're dating anyone else and thinking 
about trying to juggle me into your love-life schedule, take a hike 
right now. If you're interested in me, be prepared to go all the way 
and to treat me with the same respect that you demand from me. 
I'll kid around with you and flirt with you, but I have limits as to 
how far I will go or allow; especially if someone is lying to me or 
trying to screw over me. I know what I like and for some stupid 
reason, I've liked you since the first time I saw you."

"Which is this morning."

She takes a deep pull on her cigarette, then puts it in the ashtray 
as she leans forward, exposing some deep cleavage again which 
momentary distracts me as she whispers, "I'm going to put my 
cards on the table instead of playing games with you for a couple of 
weeks.  I feel that I've known you forever. I believe that we're 
kindred spirits that were once lovers in another time and place 
before we re-found each other in this time and age. For the last five 
years, I've been thinking about the man that I know is my Mister 
Right and wondering when I'll finally be able to sit across from 
him, look at him, and have him look back at me the same way that 
I'm looking at him. This morning when I saw you at the garage, I 
felt that you might be the man that I'm searching for. I felt a 
tingling sensation when I was in your presence and could tell that I 
also affected you. I didn't come here tonight to meet any of these 
men.  I came here to see if you're the man that I think that you can 
be.  I like the way that you're looking at me. Do you like what you 
see?"

"I don't know what to say." I honestly replied, stunned by her 
unexpected bluntness and suddenly find myself being turned on 
by the combination of her serious beautiful face and exposed 
cleavage.

"Tell me that there's no one else in your life, that you're available to 
be my man and I'll go home with you - tonight - ten seconds from 
the time that you tell me the truth. I'll sleep curled up next to you, 
but only after we make love. I can be a fucking machine that won't 
let you down. I like sex and will do anything that you want. I'll 
blow you, suck you, ride you, jack you, let you titty fuck me, play 
games with you - whatever you want. Only you have to open up to 
me and give me the opportunity to teach you to love me. While I 
want to fuck your brains out, I'm more interested in being your 
long term lover - not just a one night stand."

My mouth unexpectedly goes dry and my throbbing rock-hard cock 
is about to burst through my zipper. I'm glad that our table isn't a 
glass tabletop so that she can't see what sort of physical effect she 
is having on me.  I'm slightly stunned by her words because it's 
almost the exact same words that my fantasy woman would say to 
me.  

"There's no one else." I reply, suddenly making a decision that it's 
time for Donna and me to break up for the millionth time in our 
relationship.

Marcy's hand reaches across the small table, her curled fingertips 
locking in my curled fingertips as her foot brushes against the 
inside of my ankles.  Staring straight into my eyes, she asks 
"Someone as good looking as you has to have a stable of 
girlfriends.  Are you sure that there's no one else in your life at this 
time?  Perhaps an old girlfriend?"

Clinching her fingers tightly, I tell her the truth.  Or as much truth 
as I can tell her without my noise suddenly growing ten feet longer 
"I'm good friends with an old girlfriend where we occasionally go to 
a movie but if I was going with her, I certainly wouldn't be here 
with you tonight."

She smiles broadly as if she's a mouse that just found a stockpile 
of cheese and she suggests in a whispering voice that forces me to 
look at her mouth instead of her still exposed cleavage, "I'm 
currently staying in a motel until my new house is ready for me to 
move in. Let's go for a quick ride in my car, then we'll go to my 
motel room and fuck our brains out."

I stand up quickly, almost turning the table over in my eagerness 
to get this beautiful woman out of the bar and back to her motel 
room. She pauses for a second to put out her cigarette and pick up 
her purse as she turns away from the table. I follow her, my arm 
around her slender waist, a big broad smile on my face and I 
conspiratorially wink at Brad as we walk out of the bar.

I follow her over to her car, listening to her remote control clicker 
turn off her car alarm. As we approach the expensive sports car, 
she places her keys and purse on top of the car, then turns to face 
me, staring into my eyes, the parking lot light highlighting her 
golden hair. She is almost my height with her heels and we stare 
into each other's eyes, our bodies moving toward each other slowly 
as our heads tilt so that our lips can meet. For just a minute, time 
stops as the most wonderful pair of warm lips meet my lips. She is 
a kisser. Most women have a soft touch and just brush their lips 
against your lips, especially on the first kiss. She attacks my lips 
as if we are in bed naked, in the middle of a dual orgasm. That first 
real kiss curls my toes as my arms go around her waist and drop 
down to cup her nice firm ass cheeks as her equally nice and firm 
breasts flatten out against my chest. I find myself arching to dry 
hump her - on the first kiss. She is the one that stops the kiss.

I'm still cupping her ass, my very erect cock is pressed firmly 
against her pelvic mound and we are staring into each other's eyes, 
seeing the mutual desire for each other's body.

Then it happens. A angry-sounding car horn blares from 
somewhere near us. Turning my head to look for the source of the 
horn, I discover a very agitated Donna getting out of her car and 
walking toward us. Groaning slightly as if she knows that 
something is wrong, Marcy reaches into her purse and pulls out a 
cigarette, lighting it as Donna angrily walks toward us. I feel like 
shit, knowing that not only am I going to catch hell from Donna, 
but it probably screws my chances with Marcy tonight.

"Food poison? FOOD POISON? YOU FUCKING ASS HOLE. Who's 
the slut? You stood me and my parents up for her after I spent all 
afternoon working on a hot stove to fix your favorite meal. You 
don't know what you missed out on tonight, you fucking ass hole." 
She yells, standing inches away from me as she yells at me.

Marcy calmly blows a smoke ring then softly says, "I'm the new girl 
in town and I'm not a slut. It's my understanding that he isn't 
seeing anyone. After meeting you, he's partially right. You're 
certainly not anyone."

I grab Donna's wrists as she screams at Marcy and tries to attack 
her. Marcy stands still, leaning against her car, smiling that 
mysterious smile of hers. As I hold a struggling Donna, I know that 
there's no way that I will get into the passenger side of that 3000 
GT tonight. Not only will I have to fight off Donna's attack, but my 
few moments with Marcy has proved that she will probably kick 
my ass for lying to her if I try to accompany her now.

"Please leave. I'll explain later." I suggest to Marcy.

"Explain WHAT? And why to her? I'm the one that you owe an 
explanation to. We're almost engaged and you're sneaking off with 
this hussy." Donna screams at me before turning her head to 
scream at Marcy "I don't know or care who the fuck you are. You 
can't have my man. I'll scratch your eyes out for messing with my 
man, you fucking bitch."

Marcy winks at me and opens her car door, climbing into the low-
slung sports car. 

I'm holding onto a struggling Donna when she bites my wrist. I let 
go of her and before I know what happens, Donna takes a long 
step and kicks the side of Marcy's new, expensive sport's car.

I'm stunned and can only stare as Marcy quickly opens her car 
door. 

What happened next, occurs so fast that I can't react, but I see it 
in slow motion. One of Marcy's feet barely touches the ground as 
she stands up and quickly balances herself as she shifts her 
weight, bringing her right hand up straight into Donna's very close 
face. Donna's head jerked back as Marcy's fist collides with 
Donna's jaw. Then Donna's legs turn to rubber as her body 
buckles and she falls heavily to the ground. Stunned by the 
sudden turn of events, I just stare at an obviously unconscious 
Donna lying on the ground. 

Marcy's soft voice breaks me out of my trance, "Never did like the 
bitch and I've wanted to do that for a long time."

She jerks the cigarette out of her mouth and flicks it away as she 
sits back down in the car, adjusts her hair and starts her engine. 

I recover and pick up Donna's head, seeing that she is probably all 
right. 

Marcy looks at me through her rolled-down car window with a look 
that makes my stomach feel very queasy "Well, lover boy, it looks 
like you lost out on getting some very good pussy tonight. Why 
don't you take your little friend home and tell her what you've been 
telling me - that you're unattached and don't have a girlfriend. 
After you dump her, I might give you one more chance.  I know 
that it was just your little head making you lie to me like that and 
I'm willing to give you one more chance. I'll be back here tomorrow 
night. And I'll bring my car in to your garage for servicing 
tomorrow as we planned earlier. Too bad that your girlfriend 
ruined it so that neither of us will get any servicing tonight."

She puts her car in reverse gear and roars backward, spinning it 
around without stopping it. She speed shifts it into low gear and 
floor-boards it out of the parking lot, her tires screeching and 
burning rubber as she quickly catches second and third gear. I can 
hear her car roaring away, knowing that she exceeded the local 
speed limit while still in first gear.

Picking up the still knocked-out Donna, I carry her over to the 
back to my pickup truck and put her in the passenger seat, 
making sure to fasten her seat belt to hold her up. Wanting to get 
away from the bar in case someone saw the quick fight and called 
the police, I drive to the nearby K-mart parking lot and park at the 
far end of the lot. I'm soon rewarded with a light groan and then 
she begins mumbling as she starts waking up.

"What happened?" she moans, opening her eyes and staring at me. 
She looks like a raccoon where her eyes were watering while she 
slept and her mascara now coats her cheeks.

"Marcy didn't like you kicking her car and she slugged you."

"God, my jaw hurts." Then she starts crying. Not just crying, but 
bawling at the top of her voice. 

I look around, to see if we are bothering anyone.

"Now, now, just relax and let me hold you." I softly suggest, trying 
to calm her.

I don't see it coming, but her right hand slaps the shit out of me. 
She follows it up by lunging at me, but the seat belt stops her, 
giving me time to shake her slap off and to catch her hands before 
she can hit me again. Turning my head and staring in my mirror, I 
can see a red welt across my face and thin red line where her ring 
has cut a shallow line across my face.

She is bawling again and I shake her as I scream back at her, 
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME."

"You don't love me." she screams as she begins alternating bawling 
and gasping at me

I make the mistake of not responding and she screams even 
louder, "I KNEW IT. YOU DON'T LOVE ME."

"Yes, I do." I respond in a moment of foolishness and stupidity.

To make a long story short, the next hour is a mess. We argue, we 
make up, we argue, we made up, we argue, we fight, we cry some 
more and then somehow we make up again. Before I know what is 
happening, we pull the truck around behind the K-mart and climb 
into the back of the truck where we quickly undress each other 
and then fuck each other. It is one of the most wonderful times 
that I've ever had with Donna. For some reason, she is so turned 
on and so full of fire, that she could've fucked an entire football 
team - at the same time.

Afterwards, we lie there in the back of the truck, listening to the 
garbage trucks making their rounds, knowing that we are going to 
have to leave soon or risk being caught by the cops. I slip my jeans 
back on, but she refuses to dress, remaining bare-ass naked. 

As I start my truck, she unzips my jeans and attacks old Oscar 
with her hungry mouth, almost causing me to run a stop sign. I 
pull out of the parking lot and head for the nearest place where I 
can park the truck and let her enjoy her slurping feast. I know that 
I'm enjoying it too much to stop her.

Later, she rubs her long fingernails across my chest, her 
fingernails dig into my chest as I try to figure out if the new stains 
will come out of my best jeans. 

"Why did you lie to me?" she asks in a faint, soft voice.

"The new woman intrigued me. I had to take her out to see if it was 
my little head thinking for me or something that I really wanted."

"I believed you when you called to cancel coming over. I was feeling 
so sorry for you that I thought about making some chicken soup 
and coming over to see you. Then my mother reminded me that 
chicken soup only worked for the flu. Then I got that damn phone 
call."

"What phone call?", I asked feeling my muscles tense.

"Some man called me and said that you are dancing at the Cowboy 
Cafe, with your new girlfriend. That you were getting ready to leave 
with her and that I should rush down there to catch you.  I didn't 
believe it because you told me you were sick so I almost didn't 
come.  But then I came because I had to prove to myself that you 
wouldn't cheat on me.  And then I saw your truck parked in the 
back of the lot. So I sat there for a minute crying and was about to 
leave when you walked out with her.  I watched you kiss her and I 
couldn't take any more."

"Was it Brad that called?"

"No, I know his voice. It was somebody new. I didn't know his 
voice." Then she startles me by suggesting "I don't want to go back 
to my parent's house tonight. Take me to your room and let me 
sleep beside you."

"No way. I live with my parents."

"I know. I feel like living dangerously tonight.  Maybe you'll feel 
more like sleeping if every ounce of your cum is completely drained 
from your body." she whispers, her tongue flicking at my bare 
nipple as her head traces a path down my nervous belly to my still 
itchy cock.

******

I'm in trouble. Sometime during the night, Donna had to go to the 
bathroom, so she slips out, leaving exhausted me asleep by myself 
in my bed. Not that me being alone in my bed is something new, 
but Dad has frequent bouts of insomnia and this is one of those 
nights when he sees a naked girl walk down the hallway. When she 
comes out of the bathroom, Dad is still sitting there and she winks 
at him, knowing full well that he recognizes her and that she is 
absolutely naked. She slips back into bed with me and I sleep until 
my alarm goes off and then realized that I have a naked girl to 
sneak out of the house. We  left her clothes in the back of my 
pickup truck.

She is still sleeping so I hurry into the shower and take a quick 
shower. Coming out of my bathroom, I'm horrified to discover that 
she isn't in my bed anymore. I open my bedroom door and hear 
some people talking - in the kitchen. Cautiously going down the 
hallway, I stare at Donna casually sitting at the table, eating 
breakfast. She is wearing only one of my shirts that barely covers 
her butt and my parents are sitting in their usual spots at the 
table with her. 

As I enter the kitchen not sure what to say or do, Donna turns and 
smiles as she gleefully declares, "Honey, I told them that when you 
asked me to marry you last night, I got so excited and tore up that 
I couldn't go home by myself - that I committed myself to you in 
spirit and in body."

I stammer "Marriage?" as I stare at my parents, trying to figure out 
which of us is the one deepest in shock.


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