ANOTHER GIRL
I spent the rest of that day trying to figure out what got into me!
OK, it wasn't that hard to understand-I was attracted to Marc. I think I had been attracted to him from the start. It had been quite a while since I had been attracted to a guy that way. But I was wary. I didn't want to be a rebound. I worried that if anything happened to us, it would be him trying to replace Candy.
That day, when I kissed him on the grass, a lot of that seemed to go away. I didn't think, after what I had seen, that he was mooning over Candy any more. In fact, he was very final about it. I almost felt bad-Candy did seem repentant. But, I agreed with him-if I had been in that situation, I would have found it very hard to trust her.
Him grabbing my hand and telling her we were going out was a ruse, I knew it, just to throw her off the scent. I didn't mind-I thought it was funny. But was really funny was the longer we sat there, his hand in mind, the more I realized I really didn't mind. In fact, I rather liked the thought. 
So, then, on a complete impulse, I kissed him. Then ran off like a frightened schoolchild! Damn, I was confused.
A few things followed me around, though. The first was, that kiss was the kiss of my life. And that shocked me-because of the type of kiss it was. It was warm and soft and tender, but not heated. That surprised me. All the kisses I'd ever had that I thought were great were passionate and intense. Not this one-and it still gave me goosebumps. Maybe it was because I initiated it-and Marc just went with me instead of trying to take it over. Then again, that was one of the reasons I liked him.
And, damn, I did like him! That had snuck up on me as well. As our conversations turned from me trying to buddy him up to talking about other things, I liked him more and more. He was just great. It blindsided me.
I was turning this stuff around in my head for the next day. I didn't see him for that time-that kiss had taken place in the early afternoon on a Wednesday. I hadn't seen him since then on Wednesday, or all day Thursday.
It was Thursday night, right after dinner. The doorbell to the house rang, I answered it, and there he was, grinning at me. And, before I knew it, I was getting totally and thoroughly kissed. 
It made my knees so weak I almost fell over! He broke the kiss-just in time, before I was about to faint-and looked at me. Then he said, "I, uh, was just trying to find out if what happened yesterday was real."
"Well?"
"Oh, yeah," he grinned. "As real as it gets."
"Good. I'd hate to be alone in this," I smiled back-and then I kissed him. It was still sweet and tender, but I still felt this fire beginning deep inside me. The kiss built in intensity while still staying gentle and soft. It was incredible. And it was so good it took a good couple of minutes to realize where we were-still at the front door, which was wide open! In fact, I might not have realized it if I hadn't heard Cat's little throat-clearing behind us.
I broke the kiss, turned, and saw Cat grinning at us. I looked a little sheepish-I think Marc did, too-but Cat just smiled, and then went into the living room. I pulled Marc into the house, closed the door, and whispered, "Upstairs."
"OK," he whispered back. We got to my room-thank goodness Wendy wasn't there! I closed the door behind me-our 'privacy' signal in the house-and tackled Marc onto my bed. God, I wanted him. This was not like me! At that point, however, I didn't care. I was a seething bundle of need, and all for him.
We kissed again. It's amazing how the slightest feathery touch of my lips to his set off firecrackers in the pit of my belly. Our kiss deepened. I reached for the hem of his shirt just as he reached for mine-giggling, we managed to untangle ourselves long enough to get the shirts off. Then he reached for my bra, and that came off. Then he reached for my bare boob.
It was incredible. I'd never felt the stunning combination of breathless urgency and complete tenderness that Marc lavished on my boobs. He fondled one with his hand, then moved his lips down to the other one. Oh GOD. It was incredible. 
I was working up to a fever pitch in a hurry. I'm not quite sure if I intended to sleep with him when I asked him to come up here with me-but I certainly intended it now. I reached for the snap on his jeans. He reached for mine. We stripped off our pants and underpants in record time. "Oh, God, Marc, now! Please!" I said. He reached down for his pants, grabbed his wallet, and ripped a packet out of  it. It was frenzied, the way I moved into position underneath him and he vaulted himself between my legs, tearing the packet as he went.. Like I said, breathless urgency. Until, that is, he took his cock, rolled a condom onto it, and slipped it into my pussy oh so slowly. He hit bottom, taking what seemed like forever, and then held himself there, staring into my eyes.
"Oh MARC!" I hissed as he started moving in and out of me, slowly and gently. He leaned over me, resting on his elbows, and kissed me, his hands running gently through my hair. He kept moving slowly in and out of me. It was delicious. He had to be as frenzied as I was, but he was going slow, building up, taking me with him. I gasped and moaned as I felt him slip and slide in and out of me. "Oh, God, you're so good!" I gasped at him. He lit up with a smile at that one!
He kept it up, in and out, nice and steady. His hands in my hair, his lips on mine. My legs wrapped around his hips. My hands rubbed his shoulders. It just felt so good. My brain picked out the sound of our breathing, the scent of sex, the little squishy sounds my pussy made as he moved in and out of me, the feel of his lips on mine. 
Then, as if on instinct, he started moving faster. I gasped, and writhed beneath him, as his pace picked up. Not too fast, he was still holding himself back-the poor guy must have been on a knife's edge, but he was holding back, trying to take me with him. And boy was he succeeding. I felt my climax start to build and build as he fucked me. 
"Oh, Marc, so close...." I groaned. He heard me, and picked up the pace again. "YES!" I howled as his thrusts got more frantic, his dick pounding into me and his pubic bone battering my clit on every downstroke. "GOD YES! YES! MORE! YES! CUMMMMMINNNNGGGGG!" I screamed. Oh, it was glorious. As I spasmed around him, I felt his dick swell and jerk inside me, filling the condom.  
He was still on top of me, supporting his weight with his elbows, as we both came down from our orgasms. His dick wilted and slipped out of me. "Oh my GOD," I hissed, a shit-eating grin on my face.
"You can say that again," he grinned back. 
He rolled off me, took off the condom, tossed it in the wastebasket, then pulled me alongside of him. We cuddled for a few minutes. I think I was humming.
That's when it started to get awkward. Maybe if it had been a weekend night, and I could've asked him to stay the night, it would've been different. That's usually not a problem-Cat and Pru have the extra-large bedroom with a third bed in it, and Wendy would've gladly slept there if I had asked her to. But, the problem was, it was Thursday-and I had studying to do. 
He beat me to the punch. "This is going to sound like I'm a complete asshole, but I have an exam tomorrow, and my books aren't here."
I giggled. "Well, that's OK. So do I. And, though my books are here, I don't think I'd get much studying done if you stuck around."
He laughed at that, then sobered, looking at me. "Colleen, I...I mean...I don't....."
"I know. It's OK. Go study. We'll talk later."
"OK," he smiled. "Colleen? That was-stupendous."
"Good word," I agreed, grinning. "Go. Get dressed, get out of here. I can't afford to flunk." He threw his clothes back on, kissed me goodnight, and headed out. 
After he left, I did attempt to study. Really. But my mind was a blur. I kept replaying what had happened. How the hell did I jump into bed with him so quickly? I was amazed at myself. Not that I regretted it, mind you-how could I regret sex that good?
A couple hours after Marc left, Cat came up and knocked on my door. I bade her come in.
"Coll? Did you and Marc, I mean, did you guys...."
"Have sex?" I interrupted. She nodded sheepishly.
"I know it's none of my business......."
"Well, he's one of your best friends and he's having a rough time of it, so I understand your concern. Yes, we had sex."
"What's going on with you two?"
"I'm not sure," I admitted. "Look, this just happened. I never do this. And we both have exams tomorrow, so we couldn't really talk afterwards."
"Ah," she said. "Listen. Colleen, you know I love you, but Marc is my oldest and dearest friend. He's already had his heart broken recently."
"Funny, I was worried about the opposite," I admitted.
"Don't," Cat said. "Trust me on this one. Marc doesn't just go to bed with anyone."
"Neither do I. We have to talk it out, though."
"Good." She grinned at me. "Colleen? He'll never disappoint you, I promise you that."
"He didn't two hours ago, I know that much!" Cat just looked at me. "Cat? You've never been interested in him that way, have you?"
"No," she smiled.
"Well, let me just say this. If Wendy was looking for better than that, she's the stupidest person in the world!"
Cat just broke up laughing.

--The End--
This is the third story in this story arc. The previous one is I'm A Loser. The next one will be Don't Let Me Down.






