Chapter 3: Reality

Marge Standish got another sitter, Mary, for their next date. John drove Mary home and returned. Marge was in a nightgown and robe when she let him in. She put a finger to her lips.

They sat on the sofa and necked in total silence for ten minutes before Marge left to check on her toddler. John took the opportunity to shed shoes, socks, and undershirt. He put his shirt back on, with two buttons done, and slipped the contraceptive from the interior of his wallet to his back pocket. Marge returned smiling and relaxed.

“She’s down for hours.”

They kissed again, and his tongue played with hers. He weighed her breast in his hand and tickled the nipple through the cloth. He eased her robe off as she undid his shirt. They broke to remove these completely.

He kissed her again and then started a trail of kisses from her mouth across her face to her ear. He held her tight as she wiggled at this teasing. Then he trailed kisses and licks down her neck to her shoulder. He moved the strap out of his way as he went. Then he kissed and nuzzled a path to her breast, moving cloth as he went. When he was licking her nipple, he moved off the couch and eased her down on the length of it. Kneeling on the floor, he pulled the other side of the nightgown down and kissed the other nipple. She shrugged out of the top of the gown and pulled his chin toward hers.

As they kissed, he stroked her torso and thigh. He pulled her gown higher and trailed his hand along the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. Her legs parted more. He stroked his hand upward between them, brushing a thigh on either side. When he came to the juncture, he clasped her vulva with his hand and broke the kiss to stare into her eyes.

“Oh, Marge!”

Smiling, she began stroking his right arm. He bent to lick her far breast from the bottom to the peak. She tasted of salt and of herself. He licked over the smooth skin to the rough areola and then teased the nipple with the lightest touches his tongue could manage. She pulled his head down, and he took as much of the breast into his mouth as he could. He pulled up until all but the nipple had eased out against his suction, then took a little more in and started to tease the nipple again. Meanwhile he played with her labia before slipping a finger between them. She was fairly damp, and he moved his finger around in the dampness before stroking upward. He stopped partway to the top and returned to the very bottom of the labia. His next stroke was slower and moved a millimeter higher.

He eased his suction on her breast and kept just the nipple in his mouth. He would suck it, then lick it, then move it in and out with his lips. He kept stroking her cleft, bringing his finger a mite higher each time. She started to push her hips down to move her clitoris toward his finger. He returned to her vaginal vestibule and tried to move even more slowly.

Her hip movements had a regular rhythm now, and he sucked her breast to its time. One stroke of his finger met her clitoris, and she gasped. He returned his finger to the vestibule and pushed it within. Her hips moved more rapidly. He stoked up the full length of her cleft again, passing over her clitoris. He kept up that stroke in time to her movements as he tried to undo his belt and trousers with his left hand. When these were open, he slipped the packet out of his pocket. He removed his mouth from her breast long enough to tear the foil with hand and teeth. Then he moved to her near breast. He couldn’t seem to feel her clitoris anymore; but he continued his stroking, and her hips continued their response. She was breathing hard and looking worried. She tugged hard at his arms.

He pulled away and stood up. The trousers fell when he did so and, one step took his right leg out of them. He pushed his shorts down, checked the direction of the condom, and rolled it on. A few hairs caught, and he had to pull them out. Then he knelt between her thighs.

He covered her with his torso, and she placed him. His entering thrust met her spreading and raising hips. When he was fully within, she sank down on the couch and put her hands on his shoulders. He lifted himself on his arms and began to stroke slowly in and out. Her eyes met his, and then her expression turned inward. She looked worried, then almost in pain. Then his sensations caught him up, and he wasn’t noticing her face anymore.

He withdrew until only the tip was held and then drove through a silky sliding tunnel until he was clasped on all sides and his groin hit her mound. Then they fell together inches which felt like miles. The change of angle started to pull him out, and he continued the move, feeling her tunnel try to hold him back as he slid back through the slick hug. His glans passed through a clinging collar, and he stopped at the entrance to paradise for the instant he could before the sensations made him return. As he drove in, she rose to hold him and then ease him down. This repeated, but it became all one sensation. Then she clawed at his buttocks to draw him more tightly in.

He drove into her with all his strength. He pulsed, drove again without withdrawing, pulsed. She was speaking, she clasped around him. But there was only himself, his rod. He shook in that pulsing warmth, thrust, shot, thrust, shot. He was one streaming stalk of nerve endings.

He was limp nothingness floating on softness and hipbones which gradually coalesced into a living, breathing, gasping Marge. He reached down to retain the condom as he slipped out of her. She shifted so that more of his weight was against the back of the couch.

His breathing slowed, and he caught himself falling asleep. He got up and headed for the bathroom with his underpants. He chucked the condom, rinsed himself off, and returned in his shorts.

“Sorry. I must have been heavy.”

“I’m in no condition to complain. Did you really tuck me in last time?”

“You looked like you needed it. Was I supposed to leave you lying on the floor? I just worried later that I hadn’t set the alarm.”

“No worry. I have a self-setting one in the same room.” A long pause. “You know, you don’t have to use those.”

John had known this was coming. College sophomores didn’t do things because daddy told them to. He had worked out a moral stance which he more than half believed.

“Look. I know you use the pill. That is your responsibility, and you take it. I have a responsibility too. I’ve seen your struggles with the Katydid. What you are doing by yourself is noble. I’m not prepared to do that. I have three years to go in school before I’m ready to either support or care for a kid.

“So I need to take precautions, as well. I’m not responsible if I don’t use contraception. I’m not responsible if I leave it up to you. That doesn’t mean that I don’t trust you to be responsible. It means that putting the burden on you is my not being responsible. I don’t know if that makes any sense.”

“It makes some. John, you are a good person. Almost nobody is.”

“Consult my sister on that. She thinks that I am a monster.”

“Look, I need to think -- and to sleep. Let’s call it a night.”

“Sure.”

After he dressed, her kiss was as deep and aggressive as any they’d shared. He would have been ready to start over if she hadn’t already rejected that.

He called her the next evening. After his usual thanks for her going out with him, he started to ask her for a date in the next week.

“Do you think we might...”

“No, but...” She paused to let him hear that. “But I’m inviting you here a week from Sunday. 10:30, if that’s okay with you.”

“Fine.”

“This time, it’s my food. You don’t bring anything to eat or drink. I’m serious.”

“Okay.”

“What you always bring, however,...”

“Hmmm? Gotcha.”

“Bring two.” At that, she hung up without waiting to say ‘goodbye.’

He brought two. He also brought flowers for Marge and a book for The Katydid. He had walked to the front of the bookstore with Horton Hatches an Egg before deciding that Marge might take that as an offer he was not willing to make. Hearing a Who would be much safer.

He read to her from the book after lunch. It went really fast with her turning the pages, but it still didn’t catch her attention. She settled on the couch, and two adults turned on the television and prayed for her to fall asleep. When she did, Marge led John into the bedroom.

Soon their attention turned from listening to kissing. Marge was almost the aggressor, unbuttoning his shirt. Their kisses became wilder and deeper. He undressed her to her panties and sucked on her breasts before she asked him for the two condoms. It was the first thing she had said since speaking to Katy. She put them on the nightstand beside the bed and then simply lay down. He removed his shoes and socks before joining her.

She was silent again, but she kissed more deeply and sloppily than she had ever done. She even kissed his body and sucked on a nipple. He was surprised to find that this caused an erection both there and below. He reciprocated, and she pulled him to her breast. He sucked as much as he could into his mouth and then moved to the other. She hugged him to her, and he reached for her mound. He caressed her through the panties and clasped the whole delta in his hand.

She reached to push the panties down, and he pulled them the rest of the way off. He removed his own trousers and shorts and rejoined her. He stroked up the line of her inner thighs, and she moved her legs apart for him. He clasped the delta again, this time without intervening cloth. The tips of his fingers, which he had expected to get sopping, were barely damp. He took another deep, if brief, kiss from her mouth and then began kissing a path down her face and throat. He continued down to her far breast. There, his mouth climbed the hill and sucked the peak. Her nipple hardened, and he parted her labia.

There seemed to be more liquid now. He stroked from the bottom of her slit to the top, sliding over her clit. He closed the labia again and rolled the outer lips against each other. While doing that, he licked a path from the far breast to the near one. He licked a ring around the areola and then blew across it. She shivered, and the nipple stood straight up. He licked the nipple, beginning with one stroke along the side facing him and then moving around and taking strokes from almost every direction. By this time, Marge’s hips were working and pushing her mound up against his hand. He again parted her labia and tested her with two fingers. She was much juicier than before. He started to suck her nipple while he bathed his finger in the secretions. Then he stroked upward in her cleft. He stopped halfway to her clit and returned for more lubrication. He did this five more times, always going higher, always stopping.

On the seventh stroke he passed her clit, with a finger brushing it from each side. She sat up a little, then settled back down on the bed. He returned for more lubrication, stroked upward again, and settled into circling strokes over the clitoral area. Marge was breathing in gasps. She reached for him.

He grabbed one of the packets, managed to get it on right, and climbed between her legs. She raised and spread her knees and guided him in. He eased through her portal and then stroked forward until their pubic hairs linked. He stopped there to feel the warm pressure on all of his cock. Almost as sensual was the joy of possession. Some days he still could not believe that he was really fucking Margo. The glorious crowing of that thought contrasted with the tenderness and erotic generosity he sometimes felt for Marge.

He slipped back, and the warm friction thrilled him. He thrust forward, and Marge pushed to meet him. Both the pure sensation and the erotic cognition were intensely sensual. Then Marge was raising, rolling, and dropping her hips. He grabbed her shoulders. His hips were pumping to meet hers, but it was an effort to just hang on. At that intensity, he could not last long. He slammed into her even harder than she was moving and kept pressing inward as he erupted. She was only two beats behind and kept moving against him until he was drained. They both collapsed. He felt her roll him over and thought that he should say something.

“Oh Marge.”

“Hush. I’ll be back.”

She was back quite soon, in a robe and carrying a washcloth. She gestured him back when he started to sit up. Bemused, he lay there watching her strip the latex from him and then wash his genitals. He was 18; his penis stirred and straightened.

She set down the cloth and kissed him again on the mouth. She looked as if she had been crying or was about to cry. The kiss, however, was deep and aggressive. Their tongues played until she broke the kiss. She kissed his face and then his chest. She licked and sucked both nipples until they were hard. Then her mouth traveled lower. She kissed him across his belly, now tensed and rigid. She skipped to his thigh and then kissed the top of his glans. She circled the tip with her lips and then literally sucked him inside. She exhaled through her nose and sucked again. Most of the shaft came inside. He was as hard as stone. She abandoned him for a moment to reach for the second packet. She gathered him in her lips again and bobbed her head up and down as she tore open the packet. She let him go and rolled the condom over his stiffness.

She straddled him on hands and knees so that a breast was dangling in his face. He took the hint -- and a nipple. She ran her fingernails up and down his sides while he sucked. Then she reached for his phallus and straightened. She sat back and positioned him, then sank down. He wasn’t quite straight, and he caught. She shifted and impaled herself, surrounding his shaft. The consciousness of being engulfed reinforced the sensation of the warm, gentle clasp of her flesh around his.