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Chapter 8 - A second chance

Donna and I have been dating again for over a week and it is 
Friday morning. I'm under a car on my back on a creeper and see a 
pair of "do-you-want-to-fuck-me" high heel shoes standing beside 
my car. Rolling out from under the vehicle, I stare up Marcy's 
dress, seeing just a glimmer of white panties between her 
voluptuous thighs. She smiles that mysterious 
seductive, scarlet smile that I have become used to seeing on her 
face. She knows exactly where I'm staring - at that golden pot of 
pure honey that is barely hidden by her white panties, and doesn't 
move as she tells me "I had to come back - for one last weekend of 
pleasure with you before we go our different ways."

Sitting up on the creeper and wiping some of the grease from my 
hands to try to act as this is nothing more than a normal 
discussion, I respond "I don't know what sort of game you're 
playing, but it's not going to work this time. Donna and I became 
engaged last night and this time, I'm going to honor my 
commitment to be her man."

Her smile becomes icy. She steps two steps backward, so that I 
can't look directly up her skirt anymore.  She opens her purse as 
she removes a cigarette, her hand's shaking slightly as she tries to 
hide the anguish that she's filling. 

I calmly announce, "Insurance regulations prohibit smoking in the 
garage."

Ignoring me, she lights her cigarette, holding the cigarette between 
her crimson fingernails as if the burning cigarette's smoke can 
destroy the icy wall between us. I stare at her full, pouty mouth - 
her lips the same color as fresh red blood, her vivid green eyes 
highlighted by her mascara and eye shadow; finding myself 
hypnotized by her beauty and strong sex appeal.

Her tone becomes very sarcastic as she ignores my rules and 
addresses the unspoken problem between us "I expected 
something like that to occur. You're too easy and you let yourself 
be pushed around too much - especially by her."

"You don't have much room to talk. I don't think that I've ever been 
manipulated the way that you bounced me around with our on/off 
quickie romance. I thought we had something special and then you 
pushed me away as you ran off and left me standing there feeling 
the most confused that I've ever felt in my life. What happened to 
you?  Or rather what happened that caused you to run away from 
me?"

"Female hormones make me do stupid things. I wanted you but 
feel scared about being too close to you. I just couldn't handle it 
and had to back off a little so that I could rethink my priorities. 
That's why I'm here to try to put things back together for us. I've 
rented a cabin in the mountains for the weekend. I thought that we 
can go up there and spend some quality time together, getting to 
know each other better. Then on Monday morning, we should both 
know what we want to do with the rest of our lives."

Jumping to my feet, I approach her as I loudly whisper "Do you 
know what engaged means? It means that two people have a 
commitment to love, honor and trust each other. I can't go with 
you because since I've last seen you, I've become engaged to 
Donna.  And after the way you treated me the other night - I won't 
go with you."

A mischievous twinkle appears in her eye as she calmly asks 
"Which night are you talking about?  The night I fucked your 
brains out and made you forget about every other woman in the 
world?  Or the night that I felt so miserable that I made a fucking 
ass of myself?"

"Look, it won't work. I'm in control of my life now and know what I 
want to do."

She drops her cigarette to the floor and angrily steps on it with the 
flat bottom of one of her high heel shoes as she twists her leg 
slightly, extinguishing the cigarette. Tilting her head slightly as she 
steps forward so that we are only inches apart, she whispers "So 
do I. You want to fuck me and I want to fuck you. You turn me on 
and make me so horny that I can't go to sleep without putting a 
pillow between my thighs and pretending it's your part of your 
body stuffed up my crack. We both know that it's Donna's words 
that you're speaking. We both know that you really want to grab 
me and throw me on the table and fuck me. Well, I want it also. 
And if you're half the man that I think you are, you'll be at my 
motel at six p.m., your bags packed and your cock ready for a solid 
weekend of fucking. On Monday morning, you can go crawling 
back to Donna and she'll take you back - if that's what you want. 
Or on Monday morning,  you can be sitting here reading the For 
Rent section of the newspaper as you find us a place to live. 
Because I want to move in with you and be your woman for as long 
as you'll have me. So make up your mind. You know where my 
motel is."

She turns abruptly without giving me time to think of a brilliant 
response and walks away, leaving me standing there feeling dumb 
and very confused. 

After she exits through the doorway, Brad comes out of the office 
with a smile on his face, his voice booming through the garage, 
"Sorry but somehow, I managed to listen to your discussion. What 
are you going to do?"

Gritting my teeth, I angrily blurt out "I've got a date with Donna 
tonight. Nothing's going to keep me from breaking my promise to 
her."

******

It is one of the most difficult decisions that I've ever made in my 
life.  Being a man, I have to live up to my obligations and realize 
that I've have fucked over Donna one too many times as I chase 
some skirt.  Donna's a good woman.  A pretty woman.  A hell of a 
good fuck.  She'll be a good mother to my children.  I like her 
family.  I know nothing about Marcy except that Marcy knows how 
to 'ring all of my chimes' and that she's got enough money to 
almost buy any man that she wants. By the time that I get home, 
I'm convinced that the best thing that I can do, is to clean up and 
take Donna out.  Going with Marcy to the mountains would be one 
of the biggest mistakes of my life and I'm not going to fuck up my 
on-the-track relationship with Donna ever again.

After work, I shower, shave and change clothes; then I pack a 
weekend travel bag. I don't know why I pack it.  I don't need it just 
to go over to Donna's place.  I've promised myself that I'm going to 
forget about Marcy.

But that's it.  I can't forget about Marcy.

Hopping into my truck, I drive to Marcy's motel, fighting the urge 
to turn and run straight to Donna's arms. But I threw a monkey 
wrench into that situation also. Just before I left my room, I called 
and left a message on Donna's answering machine, telling her that 
I have to go away unexpectedly and will see her when I get back.

Marcy is packing her car when I pull up beside her car. She stops 
when she sees my truck, her mouth locked in her funny smile, 
knowing that she has control of my little head.

******

She smirks and puts her hand on my knee when she finished 
shifting gears after speeding through a curvy section of road. "This 
is your last chance to bail out! Otherwise, I'm going to give you a 
fucking that you'll never forget."

In answer to her challenge, I look at the huge rising moon and 
move her hand so that it is resting on my crotch, separated from 
my already erect manhood only by my tight jeans.

It takes a few hours to get to the mountains and we spend the time 
talking to keep our minds off of our individual frustrations. I talk 
to her about my life but my questions about her past are answered 
with a smile and promise to tell me everything at the appropriate 
time this weekend. 

She pulls up in front of a lonely cabin and shuts the engine off, her 
hand still resting on my crotch. Now that her legs aren't busy 
mashing in the clutch and shifting gears, I let my hand drift up her 
skirt. She removes her hand from my crotch and stops my hand as 
she declares "Do you think you can have your way with me now?"

I lean over and blow in her ear, whispering "yes."

Her eyes cloud over as her face shows sadness but for only a 
moment, then it regains its usual expression of confidence. Her 
voice echoes slightly through the closed car in rich, sweet tones as 
she whispers "Only after we both get the opportunity to visit the 
bathroom and clean up. You're first because it's not going to take 
you as long as it takes me. After you get finished with your toilet, 
build a fire in the bedroom's fireplace"

I carry the bags into the cabin and place them in the bedroom, 
while she sits out on the porch, smoking a cigarette and enjoying 
the view. Then I hop into the shower and take my third shower of 
the day, followed by my third shave of the day. After building a fire 
in the fireplace to add a little romance to the bedroom, I jump into 
the bed and lay there, propped up on the pillows, listening to her 
shoes click on the wooden floor as she finally comes into the cabin. 
There is a brief silence then the sound of the shower. I wait 
patiently until the running water stops, then wait, knowing that 
she is probably doing those mysterious things that women do 
when they are preparing for a lover.

I find myself resting comfortably in one of the most luxurious beds 
I've ever had the pleasure of lying in. The sheets feel alive with 
warmth and I feel a strong sense of anticipation as I wait for my 
special lady to join me.

I shut my eyes and wait, just listening to the sounds of her in the 
bathroom. Then there is the creak of the door opening, followed by 
the soft padding sound of her bare feet walking toward the bed. 

Then she coughs a soft "ahem."

Opening my eyes, all I see is a beautiful vision that I will remember 
for the rest of my life. Standing at the foot of the bed is my 
beautiful Marcy. Her golden hair cascades down her shoulders. 
She is wearing a long, diaphanous shift that leaves little to the 
imagination, showing off her body in all its perfection. She is 
smiling that Mona Lisa smile of hers, but she seems to float 
around the bed as if she is an angel. I notices that she carried 
herself with an ease and serenity that is very different from most 
women. Donna would've taken a leap and jumped in bed with me, 
but Marcy is taking her time, letting me enjoy her beauty, letting 
me anticipate her nearness, letting me shiver in delight as I wait 
for her to get in bed with me. 

She unties the shift, letting it drop off her shoulders to the floor as 
she reveals her completely naked body, then she slips into bed 
beside me and turns off the bed light, letting the flickering firelight 
highlight her golden curls.

I leisurely glide my fingers along her bare skin, enjoying the feel of 
her warm body as I touch her with my hands. I stroke her perfectly 
round ass with one hand as my other hand drifts over her body, 
caressing and stroking her body. Her entire body lies exposed to 
my touch, and the soft smile on her face shows that she is enjoying 
the attention that I'm focusing on her skin. She relaxes and purrs 
like a kitten as my hands roams her nakedness. Her totally 
feminine body fascinates me, and I marvel at how her soft body 
responds with an amazing animal eagerness to my touch. I touch 
her with my most exquisite skill, each touch seeking new sensual 
and primal responses deep within her. She begins to lightly moan, 
as I slowly move my hands across her curved ass. I feel the 
tremendous sexual energy flowing within her, and my cock is 
swollen with excitement. I struggle against immediately taking her, 
satisfying myself with the knowledge that we will make love, 
instead of just fucking like two animals in heat.

As our lips met, I begin to delicately stroke her clitoris and pubic 
area, not enough to cause great arousal, but enough so that her 
body will begin pumping out her sexual hormones. I feel her sexual 
needs increase and become more urgent as her breathing becomes 
increasingly ragged. Her breasts compress delightfully against my 
chest as she rolls on top of me, letting her full weight merge our 
bodies closer together. I feel her warmth as her lips try to dominate 
me, to force me to the same plateau where she is currently 
struggling. I struggle to remain in control as her hairy mound rubs 
against my engorged shaft. Her kiss is sudden and hard as her 
tongue probes deeply into my mouth, inviting my tongue to chase 
her tongue back into her mouth. Like a trap, she closes her teeth 
gently on my tongue, her arms and legs pulling my body as she 
rolls over onto her back, pulling me on top of her where she lets go 
of my tongue. She gasps when she feels my lips slide down her 
body, her neck arching backwards as I kiss her soft neck before 
allowing my lips to continue down her wonderful chest to find and 
wrap around one of her nipples. Her enlarged breasts react to my 
teasing. As my tongue circles the rim of her areola, I can feel her 
nipple harden under my mouth. I rub my hips against her hips, 
our bellies pressing against each other as my erect cock penis 
strains to enter her.

I feel her shudder and rub my cock against her, feeling the 
dampness as her soaking wet pussy begins flowing steadily. She 
presses her thighs together and gyrates against me, requesting me 
to satisfy her itching. I roll off of her and stare at her pussy that is 
glistening in the dim firelight. I rub my fingers against her juices 
and spread the soothing moisture over the tender skin, causing 
her to gasp loudly.

She whimpers "Just Do It! NOW!!"

I part her pussy lips with my finger tips, exposing the tender skin 
as she spreads her legs wider, inviting me to enter her. I roll on top 
of her, letting my very rigid cock head probe between her legs as I 
stare into her eyes. When my cock finds her lubricated opening, I 
wiggle a little, feeling my cock slide into her. She welcomes me with 
a squeeze from her vagina muscles. I push and she smiles that 
beautiful smile as she bites her lip in delight from the merging of 
our bodies. I move my hips ever so slowly, feeling my cock grow 
inside her. I close my eyes, concentrating on not making any 
sounds and not moving in any obvious way as she flexes her 
internal muscles, gripping my erection.

I can't stand it anymore and lose all control. I begin thrusting hard 
against her, pounding her smaller body, feeling her thrusts meet 
my thrusts, feeling her body match my body's intensity.

******

The sun is streaming into overhead skylight, lighting up the 
bedroom when I wake curled up next to a very sound asleep 
Marcy. I ease my nose into her hair, enjoying the smell of her 
perfume, the smell of her body and most of all, enjoying the 
wonderful sensation of being next to her.

I slip out of bed and into the bathroom to empty my bladder. After I 
run a hairbrush through my hair, I brush my teeth. Then I look in 
my shaving kit for my mouthwash, only to discover that I haven't 
brought any with me. I open her overnight case and look through 
her toilet articles for mouthwash. That's when I see it. I pause 
when I see it and for a moment I'm sure that it's just a coincidence 
that Marcy has a similar necklace. But when I pick it up to 
examine it, I see the new link that's been recently added to repair 
it. It's Jimmy's necklace - the same necklace that I've seen so many 
times that I will recognize it anywhere. But what is it doing in 
Marcy's overnight bag?

Then it hits me. A lot of things hit me. Things that she has said 
that didn't made any sense when she said them. Things that she 
knew but has no way of possibly knowing about me or my past. 
Places that she took me that are special to Jimmy and me. 
Jimmy's comments about his surgery. Lucille's reluctance to take 
me with her to see my best friend after his surgery. My analytical 
mind quickly sums up all the things into one fact - Marcy is really 
Jimmy.

I stumble into the bedroom as she rolls over and stretches as she 
tries to shake off the sleep. She smiles a beaming 'good morning' 
type of smile at me before she sees the confused look on my face. 
Her smile disappears as she stares at me as I stare at her naked 
body, trying to find something about her that proves my theory 
wrong. 

She hesitatingly asks "Gary, what's wrong?"

I hold the necklace up so that she can see what I'm so tightly 
clinching in my hand.  Her face turns ashen which is the only 
proof that I need. 


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