Chapter 21: Marcy

Tuesday, April 18, 2023

I watched my flesh-colored dildo slide in and out of Sylvia’s fat pussy lips, slick with oil and her natural lubricant. It always fascinated me to watch a woman’s nether lips grip a cock, whether real or fake. Vaginas don’t want to let penises go. Women are biologically designed to resist a cock from exiting our bodies. Meanwhile, Sylvia’s plump ass jiggled as I fucked her from behind. I cupped her breasts, far bigger than Jade’s or any other woman I’d been with. They were almost as large as mine but less firm because of her chubby frame.

She wasn’t my type. I didn’t like much jiggling on my women except for breasts and maybe a bit of ass jiggling, but it had been slim pickings at the Pink Umbrella on a Tuesday. Silvia had been an eager partner. We’d made out at the bar, in my truck, stairwell, and bed. She was practically attached to my lips until I managed to get my hand into her pants.

Then kissing became a secondary need for her.

I’d already fingered Silvia to her first orgasm, then allowed her to clumsily eat my pussy. She was a little drunk and not very experienced at lovemaking with another woman. But her willingness and enthusiasm were enough to bridge the gap and bring me to a decent climax.

Once I’d gotten my rocks off, I felt like fucking something. Silvia wasn’t ready for my cock—my real cock—but I’d been keeping my “little prince” plenty busy with Robin’s cunt ever since she’d accepted my terms for taking her back. Now, my “little princess” needed some action. I’d donned a strap-on harness and let Silvia get it wet with her mouth, oiled it up a bit more, then I fucked my one-night stand from behind.

Silvia was a noisy lover. She practically squeaked with every one of my thrusts until she came, which was more like a low groan followed by panting one word, “More...”

So I kept fucking her. Watching her jiggle with my thrusts made for an exciting change as I had only been with skinny or fit girls thus far. I gave her ass a test slap to see what it would feel like. Her butt was plump and white. She yelped when I did it, but not in an angry way. So I slapped her again, this time hard enough to see my red print on her white skin.

“More...” came her plea again between her squeaks.

Five minutes later, I rolled off Silvia’s back and onto the bed, my strap-on dangling against my inner thigh, now slick mostly from Silvia’s natural lubrication. Silvia panted and groaned as she rolled to meet me.

“Mmm.” One sound from Silvia’s lips told me all she needed to know. “Damn.”

I checked my watch. It was 11:04 p.m ... Getting late. I sat up. “I’m not sober enough to drive you home, but I don’t think I’m ready to have you stay over.”

“No after-sex snuggling?” Sylvia mumbled.

“Sorry,” I said, “I have to get up early for a house call. And I’m not much of a snuggle partner.”

Silvia pouted as she watched me get out of bed. Her chubby face framed by purple hair was not the prettiest, but she wasn’t ugly. She had both nostrils pierced along with her lip, eyebrow, and tongue.

“Too bad,” Silvia said, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night ready for a round two.”

I humored Silvia with a laugh. “After what we did, it’d be more like a round four. Can you get yourself an Uber?”

“I suppose so...” Silvia smiled as her attention turned to her phone. I watched her until she ordered her ride. “You’re good. And beautiful. Like gorgeous, beautiful. Are you sure I can’t convince you to let me sleep over? You only came once, and I came three times. I feel like I owe you.”

“I’m a giver.” I winked at her but kept my expression aloof enough to ensure she knew I was serious about her leaving. “I had a great time.”

Silvia pouted again. “Me too. Was it great enough to earn another night with you?”

I pulled a pair of sweatpants up and over my harness and dildo. “No promises. But I did have a wonderful time. I’m not the committing type right now.”

“No commitments at all!” Silvia agreed. “Just use my body whenever you want. Plus, I’ve been told I’m good with my tongue.” Silvia flashed her tongue piercing at me.

“I would like to know more about that. And I have your number.” I pulled on my sports bra and shirt. “Thank you for tonight. I needed it.”

Silvia finally got the hint and started dressing. “I’ll text you. Or send you a Snap.”

“Kay. Bye.”

She kissed me on the cheek and saw herself out of my room. Fortunately, my mothers were asleep, or at least in bed, because all the lights were out in the house when Silvia left. I went into my bathroom and turned on the light above the mirror. I gave myself a long look, wondering where the gorgeous woman was everyone else saw but me. Then I stripped off my pants and shirt, slid down the panty harness, and washed it off in the sink before climbing into the shower.

I had taken to wearing the harness more and more as I liked having something between my legs but wasn’t ready to have my actual cock hanging out all the time. It wasn’t uncommon for the women I picked up at the Pink Umbrella to feel my crotch while we made conversation. I was often told I had a pretty face and a great body, but my physique was strong enough to make some women wonder if I was just a beautiful man in drag trying to get laid. And my clothes didn’t always make me look feminine. Once they felt the dildo in my pants, they were reassured I wasn’t conceal-carrying a cock.

Hooking up had become so easy for me at the Pink Umbrella. I seemed to go home with a different girl every time I went. They were not always pretty or sexy. Some of them had been downright not my type: stone butches or stud lesbians. Those encounters hadn’t gone very well because I didn’t mesh with those types. But they were a distraction, and they were company, which meant that I didn’t have to think about anything except giving or receiving pleasure for a few hours. And that was enough most nights.

Once the shower water was on, I closed my eyes and let my hands wander to the spots that made my vagina turn into my penis. My little princess became a little prince. Letting the real thing hang out made me feel calm and safe. I didn’t stroke it at first. I hefted it in my hand and touched my heavy balls, rolling them slightly. After washing myself, I retrieved a bottle of oil and coated my dick with it until it was slick. Then, I stroked all eight inches.

My favorite way to jerk off was to pinch off my scrotum with one hand while the other worked the shaft. My thoughts went to Jade, to Robin, and back to Jade again. A few other particularly pleasant encounters flitted through my mind as I worked the head of my cock a little more. I wanted them all. I wanted all the women I lusted after lined up, side by side, across my bed so I could fuck each of them one at a time. The fantasy made my head spin and my hips jerk.

I pointed the tip of my cock at my face and opened my mouth. The jet didn’t quite reach my gaping mouth but splattered on my breasts. I scooped some of it into my mouth, tasting my cum, not for the first time. It tasted like cake batter. Strange. Why was it so sweet? I had always heard semen was salty and bitter.

After washing my breasts, I turned off the water and dried. I did not send my penis away. I preferred to keep it out when I was by myself. Unfortunately, it hadn’t sampled any pussy for several days. Robin was gone to Hawaii with her prick of a husband. And I was still too scared to show it to anyone else.

I climbed into bed and quickly found I couldn’t fall asleep. Before long, I was fondling myself back to full hardness. I pulled up nude photos of Jade and stroked myself until I came on my breasts a second time. Still gripping my phone, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke covered in sticky cum, and although it tasted good when fresh from the source, I can’t say it smelled all that great after six-ish hours of sleep. I showered again, dressed in my work gear, and hurried out the door.

Every Wednesday, our team had a meeting before we started work, so I had to drive to the company office. With Gretel and Merry being the only two other females on the team, I usually sat by one or both of them. Merry was on vacation with her kids on Spring Break, so I sat by Gretel. Her eyes lingered on me as I took my seat.

“What?” I asked her. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No.” Her expression was one of confusion. “There’s something weird about you. Did you do something different? Hair? Makeup?”

I laughed. “Uh ... no.”

Gretel shrugged it off.

“How’s everything going?” I asked her now.

Gretel shrugged. She’d never been much of a talker. “Alright, I guess. One month until I take my master plumber licensing exam.”

“That will be nice.”

“Gary said I’ll get a raise once I pass.”

I still had a long way to go before being eligible for my master plumbing license. I was only a residential plumber, thanks to a program my high school offered. I still needed another eighteen months to get my journeyman license. My hope was once I got my master’s license, I could start my own company.

Gretel glanced at her watch. “Speaking of Gary ... he’s late.”

I liked Gary. He had taken me under his wing when I was a freshman. He hadn’t cared I was a female, a lesbian, or knew nothing about plumbing. He trained me all the same and helped me reach the residential plumber level right after I graduated high school.

“How long do we gotta wait?” Joaquin asked. “Maybe we should just get going.”

“I ain’t working until someone tells me to,” Austin said. “Maybe Gretel and Marcy can entertain us while we wait.”

That drew laughs from a couple of Austin’s friends.

“Jealous I’ve fucked hotter girls than you, Austin?” I asked.

My comment drew far more laughs. Austin shut up after that. Gary showed up almost twenty minutes late, red-faced and apologizing about being stuck in traffic.

“Why didn’t you text us?” Gretel asked.

Gary looked positively dumb-founded for a good five seconds. “Yeah. That would have been a smart thing to do.” Then he started the meeting. Gretel spent most of the meeting texting. I tried to pay attention to Gary but became increasingly distracted by the texting as it became apparent that Gretel was fighting via text with her girlfriend, Sofia.

From what I gleaned via my covert glances, Sofia was angry at Gretel for not cleaning up the kitchen. Gretel defended herself vehemently, but Sofia was giving her the business, and it wasn’t the first time this argument had happened. It ended when Gretel texted Sofia a middle finger emoji and shoved her phone into her pocket. She turned, spotted me looking at her, and gave me an unkind look.

“Were you just reading over my shoulder?” she whispered out of the side of her mouth.

“No.”

“Check your calendars for assignments,” Gary announced as he wrapped up the meeting. “Marcy and Gretel, I need to talk to both of you.”

The room cleared as people pulled out their phones and either grumbled or complained about where they had to go. Gretel and I approached Gary.

Gretel crossed her arms. “What?” she asked sourly.

“We got a call from a sorority house on campus,” Gary said. “Delta Delta Delta. They requested only female plumbers because the last plumber was, and I quote, ‘perving the hell out of them.’ You two are the only female plumbers in town besides Merry.” He turned his gaze to Gretel. “I know you are taking your master’s exam soon, but this is master’s work. Technically, it’s a little bit of a gray area for you to do the work they need, but I think you’re up for it if you are willing.”

“Oh...” Gretel said. “I’m totally up for it.”

“You two go get it done, then. Let me know if there are any problems, Gretel. I’ll send all the info to your phone.”

Gretel and I got our gear and went to the company truck. I preferred to drive but deferred to her since Gretel was my senior. We reached the campus within fifteen minutes. Gretel didn’t say much to me, probably because she still suspected me of looking at her phone during the meeting.

When we reached campus, I couldn’t help but watch for Jade. It was instinctive. After our awkward lunch, I wasn’t sure I wanted to see her. Thankfully, she wasn’t in any sorority, so I didn’t have to worry about seeing her in the building.

The President of Delta Delta Delta met us at the door. She raised an eyebrow when she saw us. She reminded me of Jade because she was small, petite, and high-energy. Judging from her facial expression as she looked us up and down, we reminded her of something like the Ghostbusters.

“I guess you pass as girls,” she said disdainfully. “Are you lesbians?”

Gretel’s typically sour facial expression didn’t change one iota. “You literally can’t ask us that. It’s illegal.”

The president rolled her eyes. “Come with me.”

I don’t know what I thought a sorority house would look like on the inside, but I assumed there would be girls walking around in their underwear, pillow fighting, or just being skanky. A couple of girls were studying in a normal-looking living room, but the house was mostly empty.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

The president looked at me like I was crazy. “Classes.”

“Oh.”

Being inside a building where so many attractive females lived made my arm hairs stand on end. I may be sensing their pheromones.

The basement was a wreck. The water level came up to our ankles. The sorority girls hadn’t even bothered to shut off the water main. According to the sorority president, they had to prepare for the day, which wouldn’t have been possible without running water. So, no one had bothered to shut it off. We did it for her. After that, we started pumping out water until we found the source of the leak. Major water supply line failure. Repairs would take more than a day, even with two of us on the job.

Gretel did most of the line repair work while I removed flooring and damaged drywall where possible. They would need more repair work than what I was capable of doing, but for what they were paying, I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. I hauled out the damaged personal items to an area where they could dry.

Around 1 p.m., Gretel and I paused for lunch. Most days, I brought my own, but I hadn’t kept up on my shopping lately, and my cupboards were getting bare. Gretel asked where I wanted to eat. Since I knew she was a vegan, I suggested a salad shop about two miles away.

We sat in a small booth eating our salads when, out of nowhere, Gretel said to me, “She’s a nag.”

“Huh?”

“Sofia. She nags me all the time. I hate it.”

“Oh.” What was I supposed to say? “Yeah. I would have a hard time with that, too.”

“I don’t even really hate doing the things she asks. I hate how she thinks she always needs to remind me. It’s like living with my mom again. Maybe that’s why my mom hates Sofia so much.”

“Your mom hates your girlfriend?”

Gretel looked at me oddly. “Your mom doesn’t?”

“My mom is a lesbian. I was raised by two women.”

Gretel stabbed at her salad angrily. “Lucky. My mom is as straight as they come. She had me at fifteen because she was a fucking horny teenager and smoking meth. My grandparents raised me for the first few years until she got her shit together.”

Gretel’s phone buzzed on the table. She picked it up and glanced at it. “It’s her. Excuse me.”

She set her fork down and stepped out of the salad shop, closing the door behind her. With the phone to her ear, she started speaking heatedly. I tried not to overhear, but sometimes, she spoke loud enough that her voice carried through the window.

“I said I would do it. I don’t need reminders ... Because I’m an adult ... You’re not my mom.”

This went on for several minutes, Gretel’s tone rising and falling like waves at the beach while I ate my salad in peace. Gretel reentered the restaurant, nearly slamming the door shut when her conversation was finished.

“I need a way out of that relationship,” she spat, pushing her salad farther away.

“Break up with her.”

Gretel rested her arms on the table and pouted, snorting at the same time. “You know how many times I’ve tried that? Sofia is so pushy. She doesn’t take no for an answer. She wears me down. And she’s so fucking good in bed.”

“Sex isn’t everything.”

Gretel looked at me for a long time. “I need a way out of the relationship. I have to cheat on her. She’s very jealous of you. That time you ran into her in the bathroom at the Umbrella? She asked me a ton of questions about you later. She asked me about shit I had no way of knowing. She gets like that sometimes when we see a movie with some gorgeous actress. She’ll want me to pretend she’s that actress. It’s fucking weird, but it gets her all hot and bothered, which is good for me. She’s had me pretend to be you twice.”

“Me?”

Gretel nodded. “Marcy ... if we were to fuck, she’d leave me. I know it.”

“I can’t do that.”

Gretel’s expression fell. “We could go back to the office after everyone has left and do it there. Let her walk in on us.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

Gretel relented. “Fine. Just ... think about it. I know it’s wrong. Cheating. But I need to get out of this relationship. And I don’t know how else to do that.”

“I think if you broke up with her and kept firm boundaries—”

Gretel’s phone buzzed again. She picked it up, glanced at it, and tossed it away in disgust. “You don’t know! The last time we broke up, she threatened to kill herself. I called her bluff, and then she sent me videos of herself getting off while moaning my name. I ignored her. Finally, she showed up at my place with a new truck!”

“Your truck? Like the one you have now?”

“Yeah. She bought me that truck, but it’s in her name.”

“Must be nice to have a rich girlfriend.”

Gretel groaned. “You have no idea. The Baxter family. They’re so fucking rich. They get whatever they want. Dating Sofia is like wearing a leash made out of linked hundred-dollar bills. At first, it seems great. But then you realize it’s still a leash. And it’s harder to break than a damn steel chain.”

The conversation died down. I ate silently. Gretel just moped and ate the strawberries from what was left of her salad. We were back in the sorority house a half-hour later, working silently. I couldn’t help but think about Gretel’s offer to fuck her. Despite her butch demeanor and look, she had a pretty hot little body hiding under the wife beater and baggy overalls. It was no wonder Sofia thought of Gretel as a “kept woman” to some degree.

As the day wore on, some of the sorority girls came down to see if their belongings had been damaged. A few of them chatted with me for a bit. One of them had gone to my high school. Cheryl Davies. She graduated the year before me. She was the prom princess two years in a row. She was about the same height as Jade. Maybe an inch taller. She had a pretty face with a small nose and an upturned upper lip begging to be kissed. Her eyes were blue, her hair a pale blonde. I hadn’t known or spoken much to her, but we spent a few minutes chatting about high school.

In the middle of our conversation, she leaned close to me and asked, “So, like, are all female plumbers lesbians?”

I laughed.

Cheryl smiled as though she’d said an accidental joke. “Wait. Are you two, like, together?”

She asked it with a tone of voice, suggesting that Gretel and I being a lesbian plumber couple would be the cutest thing ever.

“No,” I said, still chuckling at her naïveté.

“Oh. You broke up?”

“She and I have never dated.” I looked at her with my most coy smile. “Actually I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out with me for a coffee.” I said the words as a joke, thinking she would laugh at my question and shrug it off. Instead, she paused and looked at me like she’d never seen before.

“Um...” Then she leaned in close to me and whispered. “I mean ... maybe? Could we do it, like, somewhere private?”

“Oh,” I said. “Shit.”

“Ohmigosh,” she blurted. Her face turned pink all over. “You were joking. You were teasing me.”

“I was.” I felt so stupid for my dumb comment. “But, you know what? If you are interested, I wouldn’t mind getting a coffee with you.”

Cheryl’s face turned even more pink. “Um. Yeah. Okay.”

She handed me her unlocked phone with the texting app already pulled up. I opened a new text box and sent myself a message so she had my info.

“Marcy Dawson.” She said the name as though it rang a bell in her mind. “Wait. Weren’t you dating that one girl forever? Emerald?”

“Jade.”

“Jade,” Cheryl repeated. “I think I had a class with her.”

“AP Bio.” I remembered Jade mentioning Cheryl being in her class when Cheryl was nominated to the prom court during our Junior year.

“Yeah. Wow. Good memory.” Cheryl surveyed the damage for a long moment before speaking again. “I’m not a lesbian, you know.”

“That’s fine. It’s just coffee.”

Again, Cheryl didn’t respond for several seconds. “I just. I don’t know. I’m curious, I guess. And you and Jade ... you’re not? You know?”

I shook my head. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” Cheryl asked.

I rolled my eyes as playfully as I could. “Seeing someone?”

“Oh no. I broke up with my boyfriend, like, three months ago. I haven’t had sex in ages.” Cheryl flushed again. It was charming. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I have to study. Maybe I’ll see you about that cup of coffee?”

I nodded. Cheryl grinned guiltily and left. I got back to work. It was past 6 p.m. when we finished. Gretel had done the more challenging portion of the work. She and I called down the sorority president and showed her everything we had finished and still needed to do. She informed us the sorority fund would pay for everything. All our company had to do was send the invoice. Then she asked us if we would stay until all the water damage was fixed.

“It’s getting late,” Gretel said. “And we’re plumbers, not repair people. We’ll have you up and running by the end of the day tomorrow.”

It took a few minutes to pack up our gear and tools. The presence of two female plumbers must have caused quite a stir in the house because as Gretel and I left, nearly all the sisters seemed to want a glimpse of the lesbian plumbers. Several were lounging in the living room, others filtered in and out of the kitchen, and a couple of girls just sat on the stairs, not even bothering to hide their curiosity.