Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

MARCIA, MARCIA, MARCIA 5

This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction, and features characters from the popular 1970's ABC television series, the Brady Bunch. This particular story is a prequel of sorts, explaining Marcia's later girl-girl attractions, and specifically references the 1972 episode, "Greg's Triangle."

If you are offended by an underage girl engaging in sex with an older woman, please stop reading now.

(Lesbian Celebrity)

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Pretty, blonde, Marcia Brady was a 13-year-old 8th grader at Fillmore Junior High. Until recently, she had enjoyed living in her overflowing house with two parents, a live-in housekeeper, five brothers and sisters, and a large, bothersome dog.

However, with her young body visibly beginning to mature, Marcia became increasingly uncomfortable her complete lack of privacy in the crowded Brady home. The young teen, going through the pangs of puberty, was frustrated with sharing a small bedroom with her two younger sisters, and a singular bathroom with all of her siblings!

One evening, while examining her budding breasts in the bathroom mirror, her younger brother Peter inadvertently opened the door that she had forgotten to lock. Peter had been embarrassed, and the mortified 13-year-old cried herself to sleep that night.

Unlike Marcia, her 11-year-old sister, Jan, seemed to have no problem with walking around nude in the shared bedroom. Sitting on her bed, trying to study her 8th grade math book, Marcia looked up to see the bikini-tan-lined naked body of her younger sister. Seemingly unconcerned at being naked, Jan brushed her long, blonde hair while admiring herself in a hand mirror.

Jan's nubile body was slender and attractive for a girl her age, despite there not being even a hint of a bump on the preteen girl's chest. Jan's hips were still boyishly straight, and the 11-year-old had a tiny, barely noticeable, hairless slit between her tan legs. Jan, however, was blessed with a cute, tight little ass. Even Marcia would concede that Jan would soon be attracting a bevy of horny boys.

"Why don't you put on some clothes, Jan?" Marcia said, in a somewhat bitchy way. "Jealous?!" Jan replied cuttingly, shimmying her naked body in Marcia's direction. "You don't even have any boobs!" Marcia retorted. "Yours are so small, no one can even notice!" Jan said, getting in the last word, which stung Marcia to her core because it was true.

Looking around the 8th grade locker room during P.E. class, Marcia had become very aware that many of her classmates were filling A-cup bras, and well on their way to B-cups. Marcia had finally been able to convince her mother to purchase some padded bras for her, as she was embarrassed to essentially still be wearing training bras at age 13.

Tears were running down Marcia's face when her 11-year-old sister finally dressed and left the room.

Feeling claustrophobic at home, Marcia walked to the home of her new best friend and confidante, Jennifer Nichols. Jennifer and her parents had moved to the neighborhood last spring, when both girls were in 7th grade. Jennifer and Marcia were later selected to be members of the Fillmore Jr. High cheer squad.

Marcia had hit it off immediately with the more mature-looking sandy-haired beauty. An only child, Jennifer seemed worldlier to Marcia than the other 13-year-old girls that she had been friends with since grade school.

When attending a sleepover at Jennifer's house, Marcia was the lone guest, and had been treated like a queen by Jennifer's mother. There were no sleeping bags piled across the living room floor, nor no annoying brothers playing their juvenile pranks.

Soon, Marcia began to intensely envy Jennifer's tranquil home atmosphere, her large bedroom and bountiful closet space. Most of all, Marcia envied Jennifer's developing boobs.

While it could be easily argued that Marcia's pretty face and sparkling blue eyes eclipsed Jennifer's, there was no denying that the new girl in school had the "bod" of a 9th or 10th grader. Worst of all to Marcia, her "square" mother still dressed her in boyish jeans and pants, not seeming to realize that the now-13-year-old was becoming a young lady, and wanted to wear the "groovy threads" of her peers, especially Jennifer, who wore daringly short minidresses, and "nude" nylons instead of the colored tights worn by younger girls.

Knocking at the Nicholls' door, Marcia was greeted by Jennifer's mother. "Hi Mrs. Nicholls," Marcia said politely. "Is Jennifer here?" "I'm afraid not," Mrs. Nicholls replied. "She and her father drove up to San Jose to see her grandmother. She won't be back until Sunday. Didn't she mention it?" Marcia disappointedly shook her head to indicate "no."

Looking at Marcia's pretty face, it contained more than the normal disappointment of learning that her friend was not at home. "What's the matter, honey?" The older woman asked with genuine concern.

Marcia was at a loss for words, and silently hung her head. "You'd better come in, Marcia." Mrs. Nicholls insisted.

Sitting the pretty 13-year-old on the living room couch, Jennifer's mother affectionately placed her arm around Marcia's shoulder, and held the 8th grader tightly. Mrs. Nicholls allowed the teenager to share her problems in her own way.

While the blubbering young girl was often difficult to understand, Marcia's issues, thank God, were not life-altering. The young girl didn't have cancer; her parents weren't divorcing; and Marcia was most certainly not pregnant nor had she been assaulted.

It was the normal teenage trauma of feeling overwhelmed in the crowded home, and not receiving enough attention or privacy as the oldest girl. Mrs. Nicholls didn't want to discount Marcia's very genuine feelings. They were certainly real and relevant to her daughter's best friend, and the older woman allowed the junior high school girl to continue to talk until it all came out. Mrs. Nicholls had taken some psychology classes in college, and knew that allowing Marcia to vent would be cathartic to the young teenager.

Exhausted, Marcia finally stopped speaking. Tears were streaming down her face, and Marcia was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath.

Mrs. Nicholls leaned into the pretty teen whom she was holding in her arms, and kissed the pretty girl on her forehead, and brushed back the blonde hair that was parted down the middle of Marcia's head. Marcia, at last, began to smile. "That's my girl," Mrs. Nicholls said. "I remember being 13 and having to deal with a household full of wooden-headed brothers," Jennifer's mother offered while attempting to dry Marcia's tears.

Marcia had only scratched the surface of her teenage angst. The pretty blonde confessed that she was "almost in high school, but still dressed like a boy, instead of in the pretty dresses like Jennifer had."

Mrs. Nicholls began to understand Marcia's insecurity. "Have you talked to your mom about your wardrobe?" Marcia admitted that she hadn't. "Sometimes the mother is the last one to realize that her little girl is becoming a woman. And a very attractive woman at that," Mrs. Nicholls added provocatively, playfully pinching Marcia's nose.

Jennifer's mother looked at Marcia. There was no doubt that the 13-year-old had an exceptionally beautiful face, but was wearing blue jeans and a boyish long-sleeve Hang Ten shirt. Unlike other girls her age, Marcia's little boobs barely made an impression as bumps on her slender chest. If not for her long blonde hair, Marcia might easily be confused for a young boy from behind.

"Let's see what you look like in a dress. Let's go up to Jennifer's room. She's got some pretty things in her closet." Said Mrs. Nicholls.

Marcia followed Mrs. Nicholls upstairs to the familiar bedroom of her best friend, Jennifer. Again, Marcia looked on with envy at the large, pink and white bedroom. Opening a filled closet, Marcia jealously noted that all of the clothes belonged exclusively to Jennifer, and that her best friend didn't have to share closet space with two other siblings.

Rummaging through the closet, Mrs. Nicholls returned with two new, fashionable, minidresses that she had recently purchased for Jennifer from one of the trendiest junior boutiques in the San Fernando Valley.

Marcia eagerly agreed to try on the pretty dresses. She and Jennifer were about the same dress size, although Jennifer was slightly taller and more buxom for an 8th grader.

Accustomed to dressing and undressing in front of her younger sisters, Marcia was soon down to her white, A-cup padded bra and cotton panties. Marcia, beaming in the pretty dress, twirled appreciatively in front of the full-length mirror in Jennifer's bedroom, admiring her tanned, bare upper thighs in the extremely short dress.

Mrs. Nicholls made note that the back of the minidress barely covered Marcia's adorable, firm ass.

"You look beautiful, honey," Mrs. Nicholls said from behind as she peered over the 13-year-old's shoulder, and lovingly wrapped her arms around Marcia's slender waist. It was Jennifer's mother who unzipped Marcia, suggesting that she try on another dress.

Marcia seemed oddly unconcerned that she was standing half-naked in front of her best friend's mother. Mrs. Nicholls playfully snapped the back of Marcia's bra strap. The teenage girl instinctively reached for the diminutive cups of her juvenile bra to keep them in place.

Clutching her little boobs with both hands, Marcia looked in the mirror disappointedly. "I hate my little boobs," Marcia found herself saying. The 13-year-old blushed at using the word "boobs" instead of "breasts" in front of Jennifer's mom. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Nicholls," Marcia apologized.

The older woman ignored it, and lowered Marcia's hands to her waist. "Every girl matures in her own time," Mrs. Nicholls reassured Marcia. "I think your boobies are really cute." Marcia began to blush. Not only had Jennifer's mother used the word, boobies, but she had begun to gently trace the curves of Marcia's padded bra with her manicured fingers, and curiously probed the teenager's belly button.

Marcia felt as though she was having difficulty breathing as Mrs. Nicholls curiously circled the front of each of Marcia's A-cups with her graceful fingers before descending beneath the 13-year-old's bra with her inquisitive hand.

Feeling the small, fleshy delicacies, Mrs. Nicholls' hand brushed against Marcia's suddenly-raised nipples.

The blonde teenager felt powerless to resist as Jennifer's mother unhooked her bra and slowly lowered the straps. The mother of Marcia's best friend was still leaning over Marcia's shoulder and admiring the junior high school girl's lithe body in her daughter's full-length mirror.

Marcia's now-exposed breasts were merely small bumps, topped by petite, rose-colored nipples and areolae. Marcia audibly gasped when Mrs. Nicholls' eager hands began impatiently exploring her barely-pubescent boobs.

Having spent some of the recently hot days in the community pool with her younger sister, Jan, there was a clear distinction between her tan shoulders and stomach, and the paleness of her tiny boobs. Mrs. Nicholls was now enthusiastically squeezing and kneading the modest mounds, and pinching and pulling on Marcia's erect nipples, before the older woman took them into her acquisitive mouth.

The young Brady girl didn't know if she was too frightened to speak... or was actually enjoying Mrs. Nicholls' unexpected sexual ministrations.

Audible sucking and smacking noises were coming from Mrs. Nicholls' mouth as she orally explored Marcia's adolescent chest. Marcia was further surprised when Mrs. Nicholls' tongue hungrily entered Marcia's mouth.

Marcia had heard of French kissing, but had never experienced it. In fact, she had never even kissed a boy before! Jennifer's mother continued to fervently fondle Marcia's adolescent breasts while gently tongue-kissing the oldest Brady girl.

Not knowing what to do with her hands which still hung limply at her sides, Marcia began to caress the still-clothed body of the older woman.

Mrs. Nicholls' hand then began to descend beneath Marcia's girlish pair of white cotton panties, in search of the blonde-haired girl's youthful pussy. The 13-year-old shivered and her hips bucked when the older woman found her prize.

Mrs. Nicholls intrusively rubbed Marcia's underage labia, causing the teenager to reactively arch her back at the older woman's impassioned touch. Moments later, Marcia found her panties lowered to the carpet of Jennifer's bedroom. She was now completely nude, and Mrs. Nicholls was eagerly exploring Marcia's pussy, and reaching around to squeeze Marcia's attractive, junior high school cheerleader butt cheeks.

The older woman was, oddly, still completely dressed as she lowered her daughter's naked 8th grade friend onto Jennifer's large bed. Marcia's young pussy bore only the sparsest amount of blondish-brown pubic hair, which Mrs. Nicholls' petted gently.

With her face now hungrily placed between Marcia's slender, youthful thighs, Mrs. Nicholls penetrated Marcia's vagina with her avid tongue. Partly from fright, and partly with delight, Marcia moaned loudly as her best friend's mom performed cunnilingus in earnest, parting the young girl's lower lips with her fingers, and boring in deeply and forcefully with her tongue.

Eventually finding Marcia's tiny clitoris, the responsive 8th grader was given no relief as the older woman licked her with hummingbird speed, and brought Marcia to the first climaxes of her young life.

Bringing the pretty 8th grader to her knees, Mrs. Nicholls held the teenager's golden hair with one hand, while finger-fucking Marcia with the other.

Mrs. Nicholls checked her makeup and primped her hair in Jennifer's mirror while Marcia laid breathless and naked atop her daughter's bedspread.

Looking at the nude, tan-lined 13-year-old, Mrs. Nicholls said matter-of-factly, "You'd better get dressed Marcia. Your mother might be wondering where you are." The older woman then exited the bedroom without another word.

Marcia had been fucked "six ways to Sunday" by her best friend's mother. Now that it was over, Marcia began to believe that she had been used and discarded."

Emboldened by her experience with Mrs. Nicholls, Marcia made an awkward move on Jennifer during their next sleepover, unbuttoning Jennifer's pajama top, and trying to touch her friend's ripening young boobs.

Rebuffed by Jennifer, the two girls would forever have an unspoken barrier between them. Later, at Westdale High, Jennifer would try to openly flirt with Marcia's older brother, Greg, in hopes of acing Marcia out of the lone remaining cheerleader spot, which ultimately went to pretty, perky brunette, Pat Conway.

The End.

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