Making Love to Marcia by Riki Jacobsen
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This event took place on the same day in April when Riki and Kate (Sister Michael John) got back together.
"Its getting late Riki, you're going to need to start for home."
"I'm not going."
"You're not going? What are you going to tell your parents? They will worry and ask lots of questions."
"I'm going to call them and tell them that we have so much to catch up on that I am going to stay here tonight so we can talk. I think I can talk mom into calling me in sick tomorrow. I haven't missed a day all semester. Its you, Sister Michael John. How can she say no?"
Mom said yes after she got over being surprised that I had bumped into Sister Michael John. "Please say hello for your father and I. Drive carefully tomorrow and be home before dark."
"Would you like a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Riki?"
"You really have left the habit behind," I joked. "Yes, that would be nice."
We both changed and she asked if I was hungry. I was, so we went downstairs for sandwiches. I sat on the cupboard in the kitchen while she fixed two sandwiches. "Do you like mayonnaise on your sandwich?"
"No, I do mustard."
"That's something I didn't know about you. I'll bet there are hundreds of more things I could learn. For starters, what was going on between you and Marcia?"
She handed me the sandwiches, grabbed two sodas, and a bag of chips and we went back into the living room and sat on the sofa.
"Tell me about Marcia."
I took a bite out of my sandwich deliberately so I wouldn't have to talk right away. I felt funny about having any type of relationship with someone else. I felt like I had cheated on Sister. I guess she understood my hesitation because she said, " I was gone Riki. Whatever you did with someone other than me is okay."
"Well, after you left and we moved, I got really depressed. I tried to make friends at my new school, but everything was so different that it felt weird. It was a public school. You weren't there. I just couldn't get used to it. I wasn't eating. I couldn't sleep. Most nights I would lay in my bed and cry. I was so lonely for you, for your body that I ached deep inside. I still had your panties, and I would take them to bed and try to get myself off, but I was so dry. Nothing happened. My folks got pretty worried about me. They tried to cheer me up. They gave me pep talks about how I had to adjust to changes, because they are part of life. I didn't want to feel so bad, I just couldn't make myself get over you. You didn't write. I couldn't call. It was like you died, and I wanted to die too."
"Riki, I'm so sorry. I just couldn't..."
"I know. I know that you couldn't make contact. I knew that then, but it didn't make any difference. Mom and dad were really worried. Even though I was just sixteen, they told me that I could use the car and go back to our old town and spend some time with my old friends. They thought this would make me feel better. I wanted to go back so I could visit some of our places, especially the bell tower. I called Marcia and I asked her if I could come and visit for the weekend. She was thrilled. We were good friends and she missed me. I didn't tell her that I only missed you."
"Driving into town gave me this pain in my chest. I couldn't hardly breathe it hurt so much. When I stopped in front of the school, I sat in the car and cried for a long time. I finally pulled myself together and went to Marcia's house. She had lots of plans for us and some of the old friends. She hugged me and told me she had missed me. I really tried to be more cheerful. Marcia was still cute. She still had those pouty lips that were so tempting. She laughed and giggled and I got caught up in it some. My folks were right. It was good for me to see my old friends."
I took a drink of my soda. "I'm sorry to say that as much as I loved you, I was turned on by Marcia. She had filled out and had nice breasts and I wanted to have sex with her. I didn't really think that would happen, but the thought of it was filling my mind. That first night, after we got home from the movies and pizza with our friends, Marcia and I got to talking about kissing. She told me that she hadn't kissed a boy yet, but that she really wanted to kiss Kevin. Marcia was afraid that she wouldn't know how to kiss, and that somehow everyone at school would find out and laugh at her."
"With those lips, she wouldn't have any problem being fun to kiss," observed Kate.
"That's what I thought, but I didn't say that to Marcia. I was on the make and instead I was really sympathetic and understanding. I told her that kissing was an easy thing to do, and that it came really naturally. She wanted to know if I'd kissed any boys. I just told her that I'd been kissed a time or two and that it was something a person could learn. Then I offered to teach her. At first she was really shy and giggly, but she let me kiss her. Those lips were so very soft. I could have just melted into them, but I knew I couldn't rush it. I kissed her once really softly. We only touched lips, no other part of our bodies. Then I slid closer to her on her bed, and put my hands on her shoulders, pulled her closer, and kissed her again, still softly, but I let my lips stay on hers for several seconds. She didn't pull away, so I scooted even closer, took her in my arms, and really kissed her. It was a soft, but long kiss, and I let my tongue lightly brush her lips. Marcia said that I was a really good kisser, and I thought you haven't felt anything yet. I held her close, pressed my lips urgently against hers, and used my tongue to open her mouth so that my tongue could slide in and explore the inside. She kissed me back. She put her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it and didn't let her go. She didn't try to pull away, so we kissed like that for a long time."
"I told her that there was something else she needed to learn and she said `Sure, anything.' "
"I got up, walked to the door, turned the lock, and shut off the lights. The street light gave me enough light to see what was going on. I told Marcia to take off her shoes and jeans and lay beside me on her bed. She did and we stretched out beside each other on her bed. I pulled her close to me and gave her an open mouth kiss, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth and exploring every part of it. Marcia was getting turned on. Her kisses were getting hot and wet. She moaned, "Oh Riki!" I rolled her over on her back and I put my hand over her breast. She let out a little squeak, and said something like, oh yes. I rubbed and kneaded her breast and we continued to kiss. I took her nipple in my two fingers and pinched it and she squealed again. Her moans and other sounds told me that Marcia and I were going to go all the way. I was so hot that I didn't care that it wasn't you."
"Do you want to hear the rest?" Kate was curled up into a ball with her head resting on the back of the sofa. There were tears in her eyes.
"Do you want to tell me?" she asked wiping away tears.
"I'm not trying to hurt you, it just feels like I am making my confession."
"Go one, Riki. Tell me the rest then."
I stuck my hand up under Marcia's blouse and pushed her bra up over her breasts. Still kissing her, I made direct skin to skin contact with her breast. She was wiggling and moving, moaning and asking for more, so I pushed he blouse out of the way, pulled away from her lips, and took her breast into my mouth. We both gasped. I was wild. I was devouring her breast, first one and then the other, I sucked hungrily at her nipples, taking them in my teeth and letting my tongue play with the very end. She was almost crying. I sat up and quickly shed my own clothes and pulled her blouse and bra completely off of her. She was just in her panties which I had to peal away from her wet pussy. Once we were both naked, I went back to sucking on her breasts. I let my hand slide down her belly and cup her hot little pussy. I used the heel of my hand to rub her in a hard, circular pressure, that I knew would stimulate her clit. She was out of it. She was pretty much saying the same things over and over so I asked her, `Marcia, do you want me to fuck you now?' "
"Of course she said yes, so I pushed two fingers deep into her slippery cunt. She was so tight on my fingers that I switched to just one, and slid it in and out, loosening her up. She gave every indication that she was loving it, so I put the second finger back into her and let my thumb find her clit. When I first touched it she squealed loud enough to wake the entire house. I told her to cover her mouth with a hand, and she stuck her fist into it. "
"I turned my attentions back to her cunt and started pumping my fingers, driving them deeper and deeper into her. My thumb was applying a circular motion to her cunt and I could feel her clit start to spasm. I worked harder and faster. She started to stiffen and she squeezed her legs tight on my hand and then she had her first orgasm. When her cunt stopped spasming, she began trembling so I crawled up next to her and held her very tightly. Marcia was crying, but telling me how wonderful it was. I let my thoughts drift away and in my mind I was holding you."