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Introduction: Four weeks ago, beautiful college coed Marcy survived a disease outbreak that infected and subsequently killed her best friend, Karen. At the same time, Marcy became pregnant through a once-off sexual hook-up with Karens would-be boyfriend, Paul. At Karens funeral, Marcy somewhat reconciled with Paul, but she hasnt yet told him that she is pregnant. Chapter 4 – Carpe Diem
It was a small town, without much of a night life. With nothing better to do, pretty much all the young adult out-of-towners who attended the funeral arranged to meet that evening at a local restaurant, to have dinner together. Most of them were college friends of Karens.
Paul attended too, mainly at the urging of his parents, as most of the group were his friends as well.
The lively atmosphere of the meal was a welcome change for everyone, having only hours earlier attended the depressing funeral and reception. Most of them had returned to their motel rooms to change into more casual outfits. There were many mentions of Karen, but instead of grieving for her, her friends were now mostly celebrating her life, recounting their charming stories of her warm friendship and laughing raucously at some of her more embarrassing mishaps that were suddenly fond memories.
There were 23 people in all from the funeral gathered there and it was inevitable that the large table became mostly a disorganized rabble of several cross-table discussions happening all at once. Seats switched from being occupied, to unoccupied, to occupied by someone else often, as people moved around to join particular conversations.
Marcy had changed from her appropriate black funeral dress into a light blue one-piece with a neckline that showed more than a hint of cleavage. Shed deliberately bought it one size small so that it would show her figure. Shed packed it for this trip even though she hadnt expected to ever use it, but being a fashionable woman, Marcy never allowed herself to be out of arms reach of an outfit that flaunted her goods.
Knowing that her tears would ruin her face, shed worn very little make-up to the funeral. But for the dinner shed applied a distinct level of eyeliner and a shade of lipstick that was just a little too red to be natural.
Some mightve said that her appearance was unusually provocative for a get-together of people who had just buried a dear friend. But nobody who knew Marcy, at least by reputation, wouldve given it a second thought.
The truth was, Marcy hadnt just dressed sexy by force of habit, shed come to this dinner with a plan.
She spent much of that afternoon reflecting on her reconciliation with Paul, especially his involuntary reaction to it. At first, it was just like a private joke that made her smirk. Then, thinking about his erection inevitably led to thinking about having sex with him. It didnt take her long to realize that it wasnt such an absurd train of thought.
What was she gonna do tonight after dinner? Go back to her motel room? Spend the night all alone, perhaps watching some TV? Considering everything that was happening right now, and the events of the day, the odds were that shed just end just thinking about things for hours on end, probably drive herself crazy and barely get any sleep. A night of casual sex seemed like just what the doctor ordered to keep her distracted. Anyway, Pauls display of sympathy notwithstanding, it had been a very rough day. The thought of having some fun seemed like a welcome change of pace.
On the other side of the matter, Pauls erection at the funeral reception was unmistakable proof that, on a purely physical level at least, he wanted to do her. Marcy was willing to bet that ever since his little friend had made a scene, hed been fighting off dirty thoughts about her. Shed certainly given him plenty of material to work with in the cabin. She figured that it wouldnt take much of an effort to get him back into her bed.
Making him look at her gorgeous body in a tight dress all night would only make her job easier.
When the evening began to wind down, the checks had been paid and the first people started saying their goodbyes, Marcy took advantage of an empty chair beside Paul and casually made her way over to it. She sat down, turning her legs towards him so hed get a good look at the last few inches of her smooth thighs and everything below.
Rifling through her purse to disguise the fact she was speaking to him, she said in a deadpan tone, I dont want to be alone tonight. It can either be you, or I can go to a bar and find some other guy.
She meant every word. She was getting laid tonight, no question, she needed the distraction. Both Marcy and Paul knew that looking the way she did, it would take her all of five seconds to find a random guy who would be more than willing to oblige her. But with a random guy Marcy wouldnt know what she was getting. She could end up with some machismo guy whod just pound away at her like a jackhammer, or dominate her like a cowboy taming a wild bronco. Getting fucked like that could be a lot of fun, but tonight what Marcy really wanted was company. She knew that as a lover, Paul was good company. He was her first choice.
She lifted her gaze, looking an astounded Paul in the eye just long enough to let him know that yes, she was indeed talking to him.
With a huff of disgust, he turned away from her, the tension instantly visible in his body language.
Marcy waited only a second for her proposal to sink in. When Paul didnt respond she told him, Suit yourself, in a tone that sounded like she genuinely couldnt give a rats ass one way or the other.
She stood up to leave when Paul said, Wait, cocking his head without actually turning all the way over to look at her.
Marcy paused for a moment before slowly resuming her seat. She, likewise, avoided looking at him, her gaze instead fixed on a random point on the far wall directly in front of her. Though a quick peek through her peripheral vision spotted the look of deep conflict on Pauls face. She decided she would wait a couple of seconds for his battle between cock and conscience to be resolved before she would silently leave him again. She had no intention of undermining her influence by waiting too long for him to make up his mind. She liked the feeling of control that horny guys gave her, it was a big part of the thrill.
Alright, Paul agreed with a sense of defeat in his voice. He didnt look at her, he felt like he couldnt look at her, he was so ashamed.
Okay, Marcy quietly replied, once again in a deadpan voice that sounded like she could care less. Wait here for 15 or 20 minutes after I leave. I dont want people to see us leaving together. Im at the Sparrows Nest motel. You know it?
Paul nodded softly.
Room 9. The door will be unlocked, Marcy concluded.
With that, she stood up and made her cheery, girly goodbyes to all her friends before strolling confidently out the door.
The following minutes were agony for Paul. The conflict inside continued well after hed made his verbal agreement with Marcy. A continuous voice in his head kept screaming at him, THIS IS WRONG, WRONG, WRONG AND YOU KNOW IT! For a while, he leaned towards ditching Marcy and doing something, anything else with his night.
But he really wanted to fuck her. At one point, the memory of her naked body leaning over him as she pinned him to the mattress, her full, supple breasts swaying wildly side to side as she gyrated, played through his mind like a dirty home movie that wouldnt stop. He began to get another boner and it took all his concentration to stifle it.
In the end, morality had no hope. His blood was utterly saturated with testosterone from too many primal thoughts and too much convenience. He needed to blow his load or hed go crazy.
Hed been watching the time. 11 minutes after Marcy had left, Paul wandered over to a quiet corner of the restaurant where he could make a call in private. Officially committing himself to the low road, he phoned his parents to tell them that, Me and some of the guys are going to go hit the bars. Well probably be out pretty late, so dont wait up.
Hed hoped that the call would eat up a bit of time, but it took less than 20 seconds and Paul quickly returned to his seat. By 14 minutes after Marcys departure the stress was killing him. He went around briskly saying his goodbyes to everyone before leaving.
Paul reasoned that Marcy probably caught a cab back to her motel. But being a local, Paul knew all the shortcuts that made a trip to the Sparrows Nest motel a five minute walk.
With every passing landmark, every passing cross-street, Paul became more and more anxious. By the time he was standing at the threshold of the Sparrows Nest room #9s door, his heart sounded like a bass drum reverberating through his whole body.
Despite the burning eagerness that drove him here so briskly, Paul hesitated outside Marcys door for almost 2 minutes while he grappled one last time with his misgivings about what would surely happen once he stepped through that door.
Eventually, he summoned up the resolve to rap lightly upon the door.
Marcy? he called, quietly so as to avoid any other guests hearing. He didnt want to be spotted here.
Several seconds passed with no response. He tried the knob. As promised, the door was unlocked. He timidly peered inside, terrified that he may have somehow gotten the room number wrong.
The lights were on, but nobody was home. He stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him. He thought he could hear the sound of a shower coming from a door at the rear of the room. Cautiously, he proceeded.
As he ventured forth, he spotted the distinctive light blue dress Marcy had been wearing on a bench, folded neatly beside a suitcase. This was definitely the right room. Near the dress was also a matching set of sheer black lacy bra and panties. Seeing Marcys undergarments on display like that really hammered the point home for Paul: they were really gonna have sex again. His stomach sank, though whether it was from a sense of self-loathing, or simply the blood racing to his cock, he couldnt say.
He continued on to the closed wooden door at the end of the room. He opened it. The bright florescent light of the bathroom was much harsher than the muted light of the motel room itself. The noise of the shower was quite clear now.
Paul tried to peek inside, kind of like he wanted to know what he was in for before he gave away his position. But it was no good, the shower was clearly on the hinge-side of the door, hed never be able to see anything without actually stepping in to the bathroom.
So he did just that. Gingerly stepping through the door, he turned to discover that the shower barrier and swinging door were both single panes of clear glass. Inside, her body entwined in dozens of small streams of flowing water, was a statuesque vision of pure female perfection. A thick curtain of dark, saturated hair hung heavy down to the small of her back. Her ass had a certain cuteness to it. It was short, but had a very voluptuous bulge. Her cheeks, well-defined by underside creases looked as yielding and fit as could be.
Her back was turned to him, but he knew it had to be Marcy. Only one woman in a thousand would have a body as fine as hers.
Paul watched her for a while without making a sound, his member rising rapidly in surges that synchronized with his pounding heart. The inhibitions that had tormented him up till now were discarded and forgotten. There was no right or wrong in this place, this was the jungle, the animal kingdom, there was only the rule of nature.
Marcy tilted her head up, letting the water pour over her face. She lifted her arms to pull her hair back, giving Paul a wonderful display of sideboob.
She mustve caught Paul in her peripheral vision, because she turned her head to look at him. As they stared at each other in silence, Marcy lowered her arms and clasped her hands together just in front of her chin. It was a gesture so innocuous, Paul didnt even realize it was a masterstroke of seduction. Then slowly she turned.
Her rotating hips exchanged her superb ass with the sight of her inviting bush cupped between the v-shaped boundaries of her sex. The flowing water had drawn the petite, but thick crop into a single short tendril.
Her forearms were clenched firmly against her chest, strategically covering both her nipples and causing her naturally large tits to swell as she squeezed them into her ribs. Their suppleness was unmistakable and incredible. It wasnt simply by chance that this was the view Paul got. Marcy wanted to tease him with her girls.
She maintained an unbroken gaze with him, her lips pouting as if she was offended that he hadnt already pounced upon her. Paul stared right back, his mouth agape, his breath heavy, his eyes taking in every perfect curve and contour of her body. He seemed lost in a daze, as if the spectacle was too surreal to be true.
Very slowly, Marcy let her arms drop allowing her ample bosom to return to their natural pert state. She revealed her nipples, both completely relaxed by the warm water of the shower. They were larger and a much paler shade of pink than when Paul had seen them in the cool cabin. They looked like sweet candy that had been painted onto those scrumptious mounds, just begging to be tasted.
Placing her hands on her hips and pivoting them ever so slightly, to draw attention to her crotch, Marcy continued to pout, with a doe-like gaze that was practically begging Paul to show her how goddamn fuckable he thought she was.
With manic speed, Paul undressed, removing his shoes & socks, his watch, his shirt and finally releasing his confined maleness by pulling down his trousers and briefs all at once. Now fully naked, his virile lance protruding from him at a harsh 90-degree angle, Paul stepped over to the shower. He opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Their eyes were locked, gazing upon each other through the steamy shower spray. Paul shuffled slightly until he was standing toe-to-toe with Marcy. The tip of his cock brushed lightly through her bush and even across the ticklish skin of her mons.
Their breath was ragged, excited, becoming more and more so with each passing second.
In an instant, and seemingly simultaneously, they lunged upon each other. They plunged into a wild open-mouthed kiss and pressed their crotches together, turning Pauls erection completely upright and mashing it between their thrusting bodies.
Paul reached down and grabbed one of those gorgeous buttocks Marcy had teased him with earlier greeting it with a harsh squeeze, then beginning to rhythmically knead it a few seconds later.
After several passionate kisses Marcy broke away and panted in burning arousal as Paul hungrily kissed the side of her neck. He backed her into the wall, where her lithe crotch couldnt escape the full force of his gyrations. He ground against her over and over like a man possessed, until his mind was able to reign in his body enough to engineer the penetration it so desperately craved. He lifted Marcy by the butt so that she could only touch the ground by tip-toe. Simultaneously he lowered his hips and withdrew them from her body, just enough to allow his penis to drop down into the space between her legs.
He teased himself, and Marcy as well, by flexing his crotch muscles, causing his shaft to press firmly against her opening. His cock marinated in her feminine juices as it shifted slightly back and forth with the rocking of his hips.
Paul quit kissing her and they stared at each other for a brief moment. Their chests were heaving. Hot breath billowed from both of their mouths, which hung agape. Marcys eyes burned with a single, emphatic message: FUCK ME!
Paul reached down and guided his member into Marcys hot snatch. He pushed into her, moaning at the sublime sensation of her flesh utterly enveloping him. Marcy turned her face to heaven, closed her eyes and grinned with clenched teeth as she savoured the sensation of being filled. This was her first fuck since the cabin, quite a fast for a self-confessed nympho like herself. Life had just been too heavy, too full of worry for her to just take some time out to find a boy to fool around with.
They kissed again as Paul began thrusting, even hungrier than before. Marcy wrapped her arms around Paul and held him tightly, clenching his hair with one of her hands as she held him in their prolonged kiss.
Paul kept her pinned against the cool, tiled wall of the shower as he continued to thrust, faster and more forcefully into her eager womanhood. Wanting even deeper penetration, Marcy absently lifted her thigh and tried to hook it around Pauls body. It was difficult though, as there was virtually no traction under the shower. Paul curled his hand under her thigh to hold it up.
The kiss broke off as their activity grew wilder, but it was difficult to maintain that position in a slippery shower and they had to pause a couple of times while they regained their balance. Paul took these lulls as chances to actually fondle Marcys wonderful butt, rather than use it as a handle to secure her pelvis. The pauses gave them, among other things, a brief moment to cool down a little and before the carnal bucking had resumed, so had the passionate kiss.
By the third round, both their bodies were throbbing with arousal. Their last kiss was much weaker and shorter than any of the others. Their lips seemed to drift apart without either of them noticing. Paul grunted with each exertion of his hips. Marcy whimpered softly and bit her lip as his rigid lance tormented her erogenous depths mercilessly.
The fingers of Pauls left hand were dug deep into the yielding flesh of her buttock, the fingers of his left were dug firmly into her smooth thigh.
He penetrated her vigorously, until he could resist the caress of her womanhood no more and emptied his thick load into her sweet womb. Marcy moaned as her body trembled with the sweet sensations of orgasm.
Paul pressed himself firmly against her crotch as he came, then relented into a brief series of very slow gyrations as the last drops of his semen bubbled into her.
Marcy could feel him losing his grip on her thigh and was able to take the weight and lower it gently.
They stood there in silence for a couple minutes, their breath ragged. If the shower spray wasnt splashing over them they wouldve been covered in beads of sweat. Paul, exhausted, basically collapsed, resting most of his weight against the wall with his free arm. His other hand released its aggressive grasp upon Marcys behind and began rhythmically massaging it.
After a few moments, his cock slipped from her nether regions, its purpose served.
When they had both regained some measure of composure, Marcy pushed Paul off of her and stepped into the full shower stream, breathing out a deep breath like a woman who had just enjoyed an invigorating session at the gym. Paul, whose heart was still pounding, rolled around so his back was to the wall, supporting most of his weight.
Not bad, Marcy teased with a frustrating air of indifference. Paul knew he shouldve been beyond taking her little jibes personally, but he wasnt.
Im done with the shower. You can stay and wash up, she told him, in a way that made it sound much more like an order than a suggestion.
He pried his eyes open to watch her fine behind as it slipped out of the shower.
Paul picked up the small motel-sized cake of soap and began to lather his body up while Marcy briskly dried herself, giving Paul some unforgettable looks at her breasts hanging free as she bent over, and jiggling like crazy as she vigorously rubbed various parts of her body with her towel. Of course the cruel irony was that Paul was too spent to get very excited about the spectacle. But he filed those images away in his memory bank, knowing that he would be fully prepared to given them their due appreciation in good time.
Before long, Marcy was wrapping the towel around her sopping hair and grabbing one of the plush white bathrobes hanging from a hook near the door. Without another word, or even so much as a sideways glance, she paced out of the bathroom.
Paul snorted in contempt as soon as the door had closed. He truly hated this part of their… whatever the hell this was. The way that the sex itself was so incredibly hot and the immediate aftermath was so unbelievably cold. Though in a weird way, it also made him want to have sex with her even more.
It wasnt that Paul had ever wanted a relationship with Marcy, because he hadnt, not in a million years. But he did have needs that their little trysts werent fulfilling: like the need for tenderness, the need for a sense of deeper intimacy. Hell, even just the need to feel like he was actually liked, not just handy. He couldnt help feeling like Marcy was cheating him out of these things and resenting her for it.
Hed gotten a taste of what he craved back in the cabin. After the third time theyd had sex, when Marcy was too tired, and perhaps too emotionally broken, to play the stuck up bitch, they simply spooned together for the longest time, his arms wrapped around her tightly, his hands gently caressing her wonderful body, enjoying it in the unique way that a man can only truly experience when he is spent. They never spoke, nor even looked at each other. But even so, for that brief moment he felt a sense of tenderness from Marcy. It just felt like she really appreciated him being there and holding her, not just the fact that he had fucked her. Even though it he realized it was so, so wrong the instant that the paramedics pulled up to the cabin, in that brief moment, when he thought it was his last day on earth, Paul felt content laying in that naked embrace with Marcy.
He strongly suspected that the cold, aloof slut persona that Marcy presented was just an act she put on for some reason. Deep down, she probably had a lot of genuine warmth to offer, and was in want of a little emotional closeness, herself. That being the case, Paul hoped she would offer him some of that tenderness before the night was out. He liked his chances. He got the impression it would be a long night, and the more sex they had, the harder it would be for her to keep acting distant towards him.
He still couldnt believe he was having these thoughts about Marcy, but the man had needs. Especially considering what his past month had been like. But he wasnt going to think about any of that now. There was no regret, guilt or sorrow tonight. There was no world outside that motel room door. Tonight was just about enjoying the company of a young woman with a perfect body, and whatever may happen between two consenting adults.
Paul took his time showering, as Marcy had more or less told him to. He was in no rush. The longer he took, the more recharged he would be when he stepped back out into the motel room. He wasnt sure what exactly was waiting for him out there, but he instinctively knew it would be mindblowing.
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