Chapter 7: Family

Wednesday, Marilyn was the Trainor family’s guest for dinner. Afterwards, they watched TV until April wanted a talk with Marilyn. They went out.

“Watch out, Andy,” Molly said, “your old flame wants to steal your new one from you.”

“Marilyn has a big heart. There’s room for both of us in there.”

The problem wasn’t the room in Marilyn’s heart; the problem was the room in his schedule. He wanted to be with the girls, but he wanted to be with Marilyn more. He had Tuesday off the next week, too. It they were ever going to have a day at a motel, that should be the day. He didn’t mention his day off to the family. Dad, who probably could have figured out that he had a whole day off almost every week, would be just as happy with the girls to himself.

He suggested it to Marilyn that Friday on their date.

“Look, Tuesday is my day off next week. Do you think you could give me the day?” Somehow, that was taking her for granted. ‘Give me the day,’ and if you agree we’ll fuck. On the other hand, ‘can we go fuck?’ even ‘can we go make love?’ was too crude a question.

“Sure ... I might have to wear my bikini under my clothes, though.”

“Is that very uncomfortable? I was thinking of hours before we get to the motel room.” He’d made his plans without consulting her. Well, he could pick her up, and they could go through a McDonald’s window on their way to the beach. They could eat at the beach with her in just the swimsuit. He’d planned for a fancier meal, but not if she were uncomfortable the whole time.

“Sure. I mean it’s not all that different from normal underwear. I can manage it easily.” All right. His first plans would work.

“Don’t tell the girls, okay?” She had a policy of being honest, sometimes embarrassingly honest, with the girls. “I’m not telling them I have the day off.” And then, as if to say that the issue was settled, she started to unbutton her blouse.

Sunday, Marilyn was again with the family in church and at Manfredo’s. If she’d clearly been a visiting guest Thursday, they looked like an extended family on Sunday. This is how they’d look if he and Marilyn were married. The girls were on their best behavior, and the dinner went swimmingly. Molly asked Marilyn for a private talk like April had had. Marilyn made an appointment with her for Thursday. Dad’s poker face slipped. He was glad the girls were making a confidant of Marilyn, and it probably went beyond having a happy family if Marilyn ever joined it. He’d never mentioned the idea of marriage to Dad, but he had no illusions that this dream was secret from him.

“Where would you like to eat?” he asked when he picked her up Tuesday at 10:00. She was in jeans, a blouse, and sandals. She was carrying a shopping bag with a towel on top.

“What would you say if I said Manfredo’s again?” Well, that wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but he was carrying a good deal of cash just in case.

“I don’t know if they require reservations for lunch, weekdays.” They did for Sunday dinner.

“Andy! That was a funny. Neither of us is dressed for it. For that matter, it’s less than an hour since I finished breakfast.” Well, he hadn’t meant that they’d eat right then. He just wanted to get his plans in order.

“Well, I had to leave at a business-day time today. I’ve been killing time before picking you up, and we can go park somewhere and look at the lake. I’d rather finish lunch soon after noon. That’s checkout time. If we check in much later, we’ll deprive ourselves of time in there. When do you have to be back?”

“Dinner’s something like 6:30, but Mom would never believe that I was at the beach that long.”

“I should probably be back not long after 6:00, myself. Even that would be a long day. I’ve worked longer, but I don’t want to tell a direct lie.”

So, they went into Chicago and looked at the lake from one of their beaches. They ate at an oriental place and got to the motel before 12:30. There were two guys ahead of him in the check-in line. The guy at the desk copied down his name and address from the driver’s license but didn’t say anything about the Evanston address. Somebody was standing behind him when he got his key. Just after noon seemed to be a popular check-in time at this motel.

He got back in the car and drove to their room. The guy had called it a cabin, but there were rooms on both sides and one underneath. The room wasn’t much, but it did contain a double bed. Inside, he began stripping her. She stepped out of her sandals but left the rest for him. When he got to the bikini, he stopped for a moment with his hands on the bra straps.

“Now, I’ve wanted to do this every time I’ve seen it.” She giggled. When he’d removed both pieces, she was wearing nothing but a watch and a grin. He picked her up and kissed away the grin. Then he set her on the bed. She moved over to her side of the bed --her side of their bed, even if they’d rented it. He stripped and joined her.

“I love you, Marilyn.” He loved her desperately, and she seemed to return his love. She’d come here -- come here willingly -- to be with him. She accepted him. And the kiss was more acceptance. Her sweet body was against his. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. He hugged her by the rump until her mound dug into his belly. He felt his cock between her legs. When his tongue left her mouth, her tongue chased it.

She moved back. Staring into her eyes, he stroked her body’s sweetness. When he got to the center of that sweetness, she opened her legs for him. Soon he was holding her labia and rubbing one softly against the other. Her eyes expressed the love their mouths didn’t speak. After a while, she rolled onto her back, slowly enough so his hand stayed with her.

Now, with her stretched out in front of him, he’d see her writhe more clearly than he’d ever seen it before. He carefully stroked her cleft and up to her clitoris. As she tensed, he could see her legs and shoulders press into the bed and her body rise a little. Her face looked tighter, somehow. She was facing up to the ceiling, but the eye he could see from here looked closed. She tensed yet more, and her mound rose as her hips almost left the bed.

Then she writhed. He kept his hand on her vulva and pressed two fingers inside. As he watched the action, he could feel her clutch at his fingers. Her shoulders turned toward him so he could see both breasts. At the same time, her pelvis turned away. He could see both halves of her rump, and a leg kicked back almost to his. Then she turned again so the shoulders were away from him and he could see most of a shoulder blade. Her pelvis turned towards him and he could see most of the hair on her mound and his hand disappearing between her legs.

He paused one minute when she dropped down on the bed limp. Then he started to stroke her clitoris again.

“Andy.” She wanted him! Well, he damn-well wanted her.

“Yes.” He kept stroking her until he could get into position. Then he thrust into her. He didn’t move as slowly as he had intended, but she was moving, too. He held himself up on hands pressed to either side of her and looked at her face. It was already tense. As he thrust into her and withdrew, he could feel her warm and wet around him. He tried to move slowly, but the sensations were too much. He sped up on every stroke.

“Andy,” she said as she clasped him more tightly. As he withdrew, she relaxed her grip. He thrust deep and hard through another clasp. Then he was pulsing, and all his life shot out of his cock into her.

He kept his right arm rigid as every other muscle gave out. By the time that effort was too much, he was tumbling to his left. He pulled out of her as he went, and then lay on his side. Slowly, he realized that he was lying on Marilyn’s leg. Even more slowly, he gathered the energy to lift his. She extricated hers. Still later, she moved down in the bed. Damn! He must have pushed her up against the headboard. A little control, Andy; you’re supposed to love the girl, not hurt her. The next message that his recovering senses received was from his bladder. He’d obviously overdone the tea at lunch.

“Um, I have to go.”

“Number one?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I want to watch.” She did? Well, in the first place, he needed to go. If he tried to argue her out of it, she’d see him go on the rug. But there was so much about each other that they didn’t know. He went into the john without closing the door. The piss was satisfying, and her watching was -- while weird -- sexy, too.

“Satisfied?” She was standing up, still naked, watching him. “You’re lucky, you know. I couldn’t do it with you watching at any other time.” Right then, he felt only the slightest twinge. His next erection was far in the future. “Do I get to watch you?”

“Not much to watch, listen maybe. When I sit down, even little me, I cover the hole in the seat.”

“That’s one place you’re not so little.” She had a quite satisfactory rump. It wasn’t out of proportion to the rest of her, but from the back, you damn-well knew she was a woman. Even in jeans, you knew she was a woman.

“Are you saying I have a fat ass?”

“I’m saying that you have a female butt -- a delightfully female one, too.” He finished up and walked out the door around her. She closed the door, sauce for the gander not being sauce for the goose.

He lay down on his side of their bed and waited for her to come out. Whatever sights he was denied, and he wasn’t terribly interested in seeing her sit on the toilet, he got to watch her walk back toward him in all her naked glory. A little more was revealed as she got into bed beside him. There was a little puddle of jism between them, and she avoided it.

“Mom smelled us,” she said after the first kiss. “Do you think the people who have the room after us will smell us?”

“Well, it can’t be a new problem to the cleaning crew.” Then he realized he hadn’t told her about the guy in the other motel and his saying this place was in the ‘hot bed sheet’ business. Well, that wouldn’t make her feel better about what they were doing. “And, after all, we’re paying for four times the hours we’ll be using the room. They can clean it out in the other 18. Even if they don’t, the people who come after us will say, ‘This room smells odd.’ They won’t say, ‘That nasty Andy Trainor had sex in this room.’ No way will they know me.”

“Nor, me,” she said. Well, she was shielded. Not that his actions being revealed to anyone who mattered wouldn’t lead to her.

“You, my dear, don’t appear anywhere. I’m on the room rental, you’re not.”

“It feels delightfully wicked.” Well, so long as she felt that this skulking around was sexy and not demeaning.

“You look wickedly delightful.” Delightful, certainly. Whatever happened with her roommates, PE classes, and mother, not many people got to see this much of her beauty.

He kissed her and caressed her vulva. It was probably the turn of her G-spot, again. When he pushed two fingers into her, she froze for a second. He kept them still, and she soon relaxed. He returned to the kiss, moving his fingertips gently against the bump he could barely detect on the top of her vagina. This time, her stiffening was from enjoyment, not resistance.

He kissed down to her breast, over to the other one. As he licked and sucked the nipple, he kept his fingers moving -- moving slowly, but moving. When she looked and felt like she was almost there, he pulled the fingers out of her and all across her clitoris.

She writhed. He couldn’t feel the contractions on his fingers, but he could remember them. She was panting.

“My love. Oh, my love.” And she was his love, responding to him. She was his one and only love, and he would do his damnedest to keep her -- keep her and keep her pleased.

As she was still panting, his kisses avoided her mouth. He kissed the rest of her face though, before starting down her neck to her breast. The other one got equal time, and then he kissed lower. He’d got a good deal of her belly covered with kisses when she wanted more.

“Andy!” She wanted a kiss on her mouth, and he complied. They had a long kiss with breaths in between. Meantime, if he couldn’t see her beauty, he could feel it. Her mouth was against his, her breasts against his chest, her mound against his belly. Her legs hugged his.

Continuing the kiss, he moved back so his hand could get between them. He caressed her vulva again. The kiss continued as she tensed under him. He might not be able to see it when she writhed, but he felt it against almost all of his front. Her legs moved around his thighs.

“Andy.” It was loud so close to his ear, but that response was worth the tiny problem. It would have been worth the loss of all his hearing. She kept writhing, and he kept stroking. Then she pulled on his arm. Well, no meant no. He pulled his fingers off her clitoris and slowly removed his hand. When she lay quiet, he backed away to lie beside her.

He pulled her onto her side and then against him. Hugging her to his chest with one arm and clasping her to him by the rump with the other, he rolled over. That brought her with him until she was lying on top of him. She was a little further down in the bed, which was good. He cupped her rump, tightening one hand and then the other.

“Love you,” he said into her hair.

“Yeah. Well, I’d love you if I had the energy.” That was fair. She’d get her energy back, and meanwhile he got the feel of Marilyn against his trunk and the memory of Marilyn writhing under his body.

“You make a great blanket. Little warm for right now, but great for the winter. Maybe I’ll smuggle you into my dorm room, and I’ll sleep under you all winter.” He was feeling quite playful.

“How about food and classes?” She was playing his game.

“You don’t eat much. I’ll pack it in from the meal system. I won’t take you to classes but leave you in the room.”

“That would be fine if all you want to do is sleep. But I have to renew my Pill prescription in person.” Details, complicating details.

“And you don’t think they’d write me one?”

“No! They wouldn’t.” She was very definite. She might be smiling, but this game was over.

“Damn!” He set her off to lie beside him, still on her face. She had a sexy back as well as a sexy front. Lying like this, her rump stuck up. He stroked it, then stroked downward between her legs. She spread them, and soon he was sliding one finger in her slick, warm groove. Like this, the clitoris was on the bottom of his strokes; he had to push carefully to reach it.

As an entirely new set of muscles tensed, her neck seemed particularly vulnerable and particularly attractive. He rested some of his weight on her rump to support himself while he kissed her neck, but he was careful that the stroking finger wasn’t pressed down by that weight. He kissed up her neck to her ear. When he was in the process of kissing her ear, however, she rolled over. She could have what she wanted, but what did she want?

Tentatively, he went back to stroking her groove. She let him. Then he kissed her breasts. She tensed again as he licked her nipple and stroked her clitoris. As she writhed once more, he raised his head to look. She was beautiful like this; okay, she was beautiful in all situations, but she was most beautiful like this.

When she relaxed, he held her soft vulva and lay down barely touching her otherwise.

“Oh, sweet ... Darling ... Sexy Marilyn ... Dearest girl.” He couldn’t express his feelings --words couldn’t express his feelings. He watched the rise and fall of her lovely breasts slow. “I love you so.” And he did love her, but loving from a distance wasn’t enough. “Want to turn away and back into me?”

“You back up first.” She had plenty of room. Well, he had plenty of room, too. He backed up, and she turned to her side and backed up into him. His knees were on the insides of hers, her thighs and hips rested on his thighs, her back was against his chest, and her head was against his throat. He put his arm around her to hug her before his hand returned to her breast. It went there sort of like returning home.

The only parts of his front that weren’t enjoying Marilyn’s back were his face, his feet and lower legs, and a part of the middle around the genitals. The last was probably just as well; his cock was stirring and needed the room.

She stilled in his arms, and soon she seemed to be asleep. Marilyn was so trusting. He tried to deserve that trust and hold her gently. Her breast was already in his hand, though, and his cock was increasingly conscious of her sexy rump just inches in front of it. And, as the consciousness grew, so did the cock, and the distance shrank.

“I love you,” he whispered when his cock finally touched her. She stirred, waking quite gently. When she was fully conscious, her first act was to reach back and hold him in her hand.

“What’s this?”

“Want to help put it in?” Her response of turning on her back wasn’t what he had in mind, but it showed cooperation. “Like this?” He’d read about rear entry, and aside from the sexiness of her rump, he wanted them to try everything.

Well, this was a real experiment. It might be instinctive to dogs, but they had to make several adjustments. The thinking required might have softened his cock, but her hand kept it hard as iron.

“Slowly,” he said when his tip was finally in her. And slowly he entered her moist warmth while she rolled her hips sexily against his thighs. From this side, her vagina felt a little different, while still feeling warm, and moist, and sleek, and welcoming. It was all Marilyn, and slowly he slipped in until he couldn’t go any deeper. His loins were pressed up against her sweet rump.

“Oh, Marilyn!”

“Does it feel any different like this?” she asked. It must feel different to her. He answered honestly.

“Some. Does it feel different to you?”

“Some.” But for all the differences for both of them, he was in her, and she was the same sweet Marilyn. He reached around for her clitoris. He’d not aroused her at all, and that would have to occur now. Probably he could hold off.

Indeed, even within her, he softened a little as he concentrated on stroking her clitoris. Every once in a while, she shifted, and that motion hardened him again. He enjoyed her stiffening. Then, she moved almost off him as she thrust her mound into his hand. At that sliding motion, he was hard again.

“Sweet!” He thrust himself into her with his hips and pulled her back against him with his arm. This rather uncoordinated movement soon turned into a rhythmic mutual motion.