marcia's seduciton by jane
(c) 1999
Marcia hesitated as she answered the doorbell in her
mother's suburban Toronto home. The guests were
expected. Her mother's sister and rarely thought of
cousin, Jennifer, would be standing in the doorway.
Her relatives from the coast were distant in most
senses of the word. Now they waited outside,
standing in the way of Marcia's weekend with her
friends. The pretty blonde carefully spread a
plastic smile across her face as she opened the heavy
oak door, closing from her mind, with the same
motion, the image of Rebecca, her best friend and
lover. Plans would have to wait until Monday, an
eternity.
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*marcia didn't know me then... we had never met
real/time... nor would we... but we would find each
other on that weekend, and i would help to warm that
smile... and she would reward me, many months later,
with this story spread over times and distances that
continue to amaze me...*
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As her hand extended toward her aunt, the greetings
she had rehearsed were spoken with as much enthusiasm
as she could muster. "I'm really glad you could make
it for a visit. Mom is out for just a sec. Had to
get something last minute for supper. Can I help you
with your bags?"
"Marcia, how you've grown. You were just thirteen.
I wouldn't have recognized you. I expect you'll have
a hard time recognizing Jenny, too. Eight to
fourteen seems like an even bigger leap. Come on in,
Jen. Let me look at the both of you together. Do
you remember each other at all?"
The two cousins regarded each other with caution.
Jenny at fourteen was almost as tall as Marcia, both
of them taller and thinner than their mothers.
Nineteen year old Marcia was fair and more athletic,
with lean, muscular legs falling lazily out of brown
khaki shorts, without the outline of a bra beneath
her matching tee to define her small, firm breasts.
Jen was waves of thick black hair that shadowed her
pretty mouth and fell across one shoulder to conceal
a much more ample bust. The younger cousin imagined
she was peeking from some sanctuary, a brunette place
that would let her pass judgements without the
penalty of being judged. Jenny's eyes and shoulders
drooped slightly, and Marcia found her reluctance at
once curious, interesting, even sensuous. Her
"distant cousin" had grown up. And very prettily,
too, thought Marcia. Very prettily.
Friday afternoon stretched like an endless tunnel in
which the two cousins sat with their mothers on
Danish modern furniture, listening to a parental
"catching up" and "filling in the details" of six
years with infrequent telephone calls and less
frequent letters and e-mails. Trapped on the outer
edges of the grown-up conversation, they eyed each
other tentatively. Jenny wound and unwound a curl of
raven hair around her finger while she wondered at
her older cousin. To her, Marcia seemed "almost
free." In a few months, she probably would leave
home to enter university. It was a "freedom" that
Jenny envied from her hiding place. The forbidden
fruits of life. Marcia drove. Would she have a
curfew? Marcia might have done it all, anything she
wanted already or might do it soon, and sat there
oozing self-confidence and unforgivable blonde
beauty. Marcia curled into the awkward chair like a
cat that made where ever it reposed look cushioned.
Her smile and laughter seemed to originate somewhere
deep inside her slender body, more like an adult
voice than a teen's. Marcia was an artist. And when
she looked at Jenny, she seemed to see right inside
her younger cousin, caress her deeply tanned legs and
arms as if physically touching her. Marcia's
penetrating glances put Jennifer on edge and made her
feel even younger. The thing that Jenny feared the
most was being thought of as the child in this
reunion.
Supper was no easier, but it ended with a respite
from their mothers' reminiscences when Marcia
suggested a walk to the sprawling park at the edge of
her neighborhood. The pace was slow, and the
intervals of silence grew less heavy as they neared
the park. Time condensed like dew forming on the
cooling grass along the Humber River twilight. They
chatted about favorite things and people. Marcia
mentioned Rebecca. She kept it neutral, described
her warmly, but as a friend, did not mention the
sweetness of Rebecca's lips or the softness of her
shaved pubis. But Jenny heard it anyway, something,
unnamed and animal in the way "Rebecca" fell from
Marcia's sentences. It was a different sound than
what she felt when she tried to describe Alan, her
boyfriend, to Marcia. The sound of Marcia's husky
voice and the way she said her friend's name lay
uneasily at the back of Jenny's thoughts as they
returned home, and they still pricked at her
curiosity as she stared into the strange dusk of the
guest room later that night waiting for a restless
sleep to finally seal her secret hiding place.
It seemed only minutes later that it was light inside
the room. "Good morning, Sleepy! How was your
night?" Marcia plopped onto the bed next to her,
letting the extra-large tee carelessly slide off her
shoulder, letting Jenny see that she wore nothing
under it. Marcia folded a long, strong leg beneath
herself. Nothing at all under it. "Come for a run
with me before breakfast, Jen. You'll feel
wonderful. Promise."
Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Jenny felt she had
no choice. "Sure. Yeah, that sounds cool." She
dared only guess how grueling the workout might be.
"Just let me find something to wear." Marcia made no
move to leave the bed.
"I brought you one of mom's sports bras. It looks
like you two are about the same size. Anything I
have would be too small," Marcia grinned suggestively
as she proffered the black elastic cotton. Grinned ,
but did not move
Jenny felt trapped. Was this a dare? Or was she
thinking like a child? The tension in her spine felt
like it was a test. In the end, she found no way to
do anything but accept the offer with thanks and
then, as casually as possible, unbutton her satin
pajama top. It would have been somehow juvenile to
turn away modestly. The shiny material of the top
fell open with barely a tremble of her fingers. She
shrugged it onto the floor next to her brown feet and
slipped quickly into the bra. Marcia's careless
conversation about the weather and the jogging path
garnered no response from Jenny. She felt, instead,
the sear of her cousin's stare across her white tan
lines onto her stiffening nipples. The bra fit
perfectly.
"I thought so." Marcia smiled warmly. "I'll meet
you at the backdoor in ten minutes?"
"Great," said Jen, fighting the vibrato in her voice.
The run was short that morning, short for Marcia.
Jenny staggered up the front porch steps, panting,
her brown skin glistening in the early morning sun,
her tee and shorts clinging to her hips and thighs,
showing off soft, smooth curves, outlining the bra
with precision. Marcia drank in the image of her
houseguest like it was Perrier. Temptation. It was
hard not to be aroused by her timid cousin, hard not
to want an exploration of the boundaries that divided
them. "How do you feel, Jen?" she asked with genuine
sympathy. "Are you okay?"
"Great." Jenny's breathing slowly flattened as she
squeezed oxygen back into her body. "I should do
this more often."
Marcia smiled again. Behind the smile there was a
fantasy of a communal shower, a day dream of her
fingers buried in shampoo and Jenny's endless back
hair. Mentally she cupped her lips around a salty
nipple and floated into new dimensions where Rebecca
didn't live. They showered separately, of course.
But Marcia couldn't resist an almost accidental
encounter in between. Jenny was surprised, but not
completely, to find her new friend naked, waiting as
she pulled aside the shower curtain in the steamy
guest bathroom. Neither was she as amazed as she
might have been a day before, to find herself
admiring the tall lean whiteness of her cousin's
body, the athletic bearing of Marcia's small breasts.
There was something deliciously naughty about her
cousin, something free of rules, something forbidden.
Saturday, as it turned out, was warm and blue,
Toronto at its best between two heat waves. They did
the Islands in the morning and Eaton's Centre in the
afternoon. They rode the carrousel at the amusement
park before they rented bikes and slowly pedaled
corrugated boardwalks to Ward's Island and then the
maple shaded paths to Hanlan's Point. They looked at
CD's and lingerie and jewelry beneath the flock of
sculpted geese in the mall. They touched.
Accidentally. Their hands and arms. Souvenir T-
shirts were pinned against each other's chests by
giggling, friendly hands. Bare legs brushed as they
sat on the subway and didn't pull back automatically.
During supper that second night, the awkwardness and
furtive glances, all were gone. They were easy now.
Together. Friends. They were friends, glued
together at the start by a duty to their mothers.
Friends, bordered by taboo. Friends without choice,
they needed no complicated explanations to Rebecca or
Alan. Friends just for a weekend. Friends, who
allowed themselves a very secret, sensual, fantasy or
two, to pass the time.
It was Marcia's "artistic" side that found it hard to
stop at barriers, that felt a need to follow where
her dreams might lead. It was Marcia that began to
nudge events into a pattern, to watch a plan unfold.
Marcia intervened when the nibbled dessert was being
cleared, while Jenny's mom was suggesting that they
all go see a movie. "I think you two would have more
fun without us. I bet I can find some things that
Jenny might get into here. She might want to listen
to her new CD. Jen?"
"Sure. You two go. We'll be fine." After their day
together, after being treated as an equal by her
older cousin, it would have been unbearable to be the
only one underage, the one that prevented them from
stopping by a club or having a drink after the movie.
"Just don't get into too much trouble without your
children there to chaperone you," laughed Marcia.
"If you pick up some `hunks,' show us a little
consideration when you stumble in at two a.m."
Within the hour, Marcia was closing the heavy front
door accompanied by another friendly jibe that
precipitated chuckles and protests from her mother
and her aunt. They were alone, and Marcia wasted
little time. "Do you have your own computer, Jen?"
"We share, Mom and I."
"Mine is in my room. Do you want to surf? Hey, West
Coast Girl, I bet you're an expert at surfing."
"Sure. I've seen the ocean, anyway."
"I asked Mom. She said we could open another bottle
of wine, if I don't let you get so wasted that Aunt
Kay will know what's been going on." She turned the
offer into a question with a twist of her shoulders.
"Great."
Twenty minutes later the two young faces were warmed
in the glow of the monitor, a half dozen candles
lighting Marcia's room, long stemmed glasses of Asti
Supmanti effervescing on the broad computer desk in
front of them.
"Do you ever chat, Jen?"
"Not really. My mom still checks the files to see
what I sites I visit. She knows how to find out
stuff. It's part of her work."
"Then this is your chance."
"Sure. Where do you like to go?"
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*and that's how i came to meet them that saturday
evening in august... "hi... how are you..." posted to
surfcitygirl... it was my third try to start up an
erotic conversation... i wont forget our first
encounter...*
It was Marcia who replied privately, "Fine. How are
you? Where are you from? How old?" Jenny sipping
her forbidden wine, staring at the graphic of two
women, lips and breasts touching lightly. This was
going to be solid. Alison, her friend, had talked
about sites like this. And Marcia seemed to know
just what to do and say.
*(responding in private) " just great... im
drinking vodka and o. j.... feeling no pain... could
i get you something... im in northern ontario...
where are you... im 44... very tall, slim... short
red hair, green eyes... u?"*
"Which of us shall I describe?" asked Marcia typing,
"Toronto."
"Can we both chat? Are you going to tell the truth?"
"Hey, we can do or be anything you want, Jen."
Smiling wickedly and typing, "My real name is Marcia.
19, 5' 9", 120, blonde, blue. You sound beautiful.
But the really pretty one is sitting next to me.
Would you like to meet my cousin, Jennifer?"
*"youre not alone... mmm.... thats cool... yes,
please tell me all about jennifer... *s*..."*
"She's blushing now. Really shy. But gorgeous.
Long black hair and deep brown eyes. She's hitting
my arm now. She has perfect 36C breasts. Ouch! She
really hurt me that time. What are you wearing,
Jane?"
*"...have on an old denim work shirt, worn soft and
thin... just that and a smile... would jennifer like
to tell me what the two of you are wearing..."*
"She is totally red now, Jane. I don't think she is
ready to talk to you yet. LOL." And then to Jen, "Is
this getting too hot?" The question had a genuine
tone, but Marcia knew there was little alternative to
Jenny's assent. As frightened as Jenny looked, she
was even more anxious to keep up with Marcia and more
than a little curious to see what lay ahead.
"No, keep going. Please. It's okay. I just don't
know what to say yet." Then added with a brave
laugh, "I think that picture of the two women is
distracting me."
Marcia used her finger to sweep strands of Jenny's
hair back onto her shoulder. Then turned back to the
keyboard, "Be patient, Jane. You'll have to put up
with me for awhile here. Do you mind? We are both
dressed in tees and jeans. And we are already
enjoying a glasses of wine. But thanks. Sounds like
you are dressed for some fun. Jen is smiling now.
She thinks that picture is sexy."
*"...ask her if shed like to see more pics ...its
really turning me on talking to the both of you...
are you lovers... or both bi... what would you like
to do..."*
"Jen says yes to the pictures. Ouch." Marcia paused
and looked quietly into Jenny's eyes, deciding what
to say next. The answer that she took came from the
wine and her excitement, rather than her cousin.
Returning to the computer, "Well, Jen doesn't know
this yet, but, yes, I'm bi. And I have a girlfriend.
How about you? Are you married? Would you be
interested in a game of truth or dare?"
*"...married once... and had a girlfriend once...
the girlfriend was better... what does jennifer say
to t or d... will she promise to do all our dares...
no matter what..."*
Jennifer was still trying to absorb what Marcia had
just confessed and imagine how far she was willing to
let things drift when the first of three photos
started to load onto the screen. A glistening
backyard amateur nude, about Marcia's age and build,
eyes closed and limp under the obvious weight of the
sun's heat, slowly materialized from a fog of
colours. Then it was two women in their twenties
both naked sitting on a crowded beach, one laughing
and applying oil to the other's erect nipple, the
other, eyes closed leaning back on her arms, face
turned up to the sun. Jenny's eyes widened slightly
and her pulse quickened as the third appeared. A
young woman lying on a bed, between her spread legs a
pretty brunette, cheek resting on her thigh, lips
puckered inches from the light fluff of pubic hair.
Turning to Marcia, she was surprised at the huskiness
in her own dry voice, "I... Yes, I'll try... I
promise... This is... Do you do this often?"
"Sometimes," casually, facing the keyboard intent on
her reply." Go easy on us, okay, Jane? The pics
were way kewl. You ask first."
*"...ok ...truth or dare, jennifer..."*
"Tell her, `Truth,' I guess."
"Jenny picks truth."
*"...ok... lets see... tell the truth, jenny...
which of those three pictures was most exciting to
you and why..."*
"Do you want to type?"
"Um. Okay, just this time. I'll try." Sliding the
keyboard in front of her, Jenny wrote, "Hi. This is
Jennifer. They were all really hot. But I liked the
last one best. I guess, because the girl on the bed
reminded me of my friend Alison. I mean her face."
*"...thank you, love... i hoped youd like it... now
why don't you ask marcia now..."*
Jennifer looked at her cousin, hesitating. There was
a question in her eyes, and Marcia read it perfectly.
She reached back and took the keyboard from her
friend. "Marcia again. I think it would be more fun
if you just asked each of us in turn. Ok?"
*for a second i was disappointed... but there was
something right about it... this Marcia seemed to
know what she was doing... "...ok ...then t or d,
marcia..."*
"I'll try a dare."
*...a critical moment... i forced myself to be
patient... i realized marcia and i were partners now
in a seduction... one step too fast and all would be
lost... i unbuttoned my shirt and ran tentative
fingers along my neck down to my breasts... they
were crying for attention... "marcia... ill make it
easy... i want you to brush jenny's hair... very
slowly... as sensual as you can... but nothing
else... just brush it while she does her t or d...
ok... jenny, your turn..."*
"It's Jenny. I'll stick with truth, Jane." While
she waited for my reply she stared at the screen,
trying not to think as Marcia moved behind her. The
pull of the brush through her hair started out almost
neutral, but quickly, as the tangles freed
themselves, the gentle rake of the rubber fingers on
her scalp began to relax and sooth her. She always
loved it when her mother did this. And it frequently
turned her on. This time the reaction was even
faster. The wine. Marcia's expert touch. The danger
in this woman's game.
"...im going to ask you a harder one this time,
love... please tell me about a time that another
woman has excited you... not made love to you...
just seeing her... whatever... im sure its happened
to you... it does to everyone... if theyre
honest..."*
Harder for sure, Jenny thought. Hard to think at all
with the hairbrush caressing her neck and back. She
forced herself to concentrate. "Yes. I'm really
blushing, for Marcia to see this. You planned it so
she'd see everything I write, didn't you?" What the
hell. She could blame it on the wine if it sounded
stupid. "Well, in the shower in gym. My friend
Alison. She is so pretty. I guess sometimes I've
thought about her. Sometimes she gets me hot when I
see her in gym class." She'd written it. Fingers
trembling, with Marcia peering over her shoulder.
She started to press "enter," but stopped. This was
getting totally insane. Then she added, "And, well,
the same thing happened to me this morning," a
confession meant especially for the young woman
stroking her hair so erotically.
Marcia answered the post with reserve by bending
forward and touching her lips to Jennifer's hair,
sparkling now in the candle glow. "My turn, cuz."
She placed the hairbrush on the table and took the
seat next to Jenny, letting her hand absentmindedly
trail along her arm. "I'll take dare again, Jane,"
she replied before I could query.
*...what had that final comment meant... my
imagination raced... "well... ive taken off my
shirt, love and im having to lick off my fingers
before I type... this game is making me very wet...
what id really like to dare you... what I will...
is to join me a little in getting comfortable...
marcia... would you remove your tee and jennys
too... I dare you..."*
Marcia didn't hesitate, she knew this was coming.
She was prepared to push just a little harder on the
barrier. "Not fair," she typed. I have nothing on
underneath. Jenny is wearing a bra."
*"...not fair at all... youre right... we have to
play fair now, dont we, love... then you should take
off jennys bra too... right... dare..."*
Marcia turned to Jennifer. There had to be
acceptance this time. Jen was blushing now, but
returning the gaze, speechless. Marcia hooked
fingers under the hem of her tee and lifted. This
was a point of no return. Pulling it slowly over her
head. She stood and walked behind her cousin. She
didn't ask. She couldn't. Her fingers rested
briefly on Jenny's shoulders, an opportunity for Jen
to give a sign. Waves of hair scintillated in front
of her. Marcia scooped it neatly from Jenny's back
and to one side. And then, firmly, calmly, half-
expecting a hand that might rest on hers and signal
the end of the game, a hand that quivered but didn't
move, she drifted lightly down the smooth cotton
cloth to her cousin's waist and lifted the tee,
pulling it out though the long mane of hair. She
didn't pause. She quickly undid the hook on the bra
and let it fall forward off her shoulders. Jenny
lifted her wooden arms and let it slide to the floor.
Not knowing what else to do, she sipped her wine
again. The glass was empty.
"Could I refill that for you?" Marcia asked. And she
was gone.
*...alone with jenny... "would you like another
pic... how are you feeling..."*
"This is like a dream. Yes, please." It was easier
without Marcia there.
*"...it must feel exciting.. are you wet... im
soaked... i have a towel on my chair..."*
"It is. I am. I'm really nervous. Do you do this
often?"
*"...youre doing fine... yes, on the weekends... if
im not busy... would you like to surprise
marcia..."*
"How?"
*"...why not slip out of your jeans... i think she
enjoys looking at you, love... you must be lovely...
you could do that while i load another pic..."*
O god. Yes, that is what she really wanted to do
right now. The thought had not yet formed itself
until she read the words. But that is exactly what
she wanted, both to be free of the coarse denim and
to show Marcia how brave she was. Best not to think
too much. Forms were coming into focus on the
monitor. This time two older teens, a redhead and a
blonde, naked in the back seat of a car...
kissing... one hand on the other's nipple, the other
between the first girl's legs. I am going crazy,
here, she thought, as she lifted herself off the
chair and slid her already unzipped jeans to the
floor.
Before the jpg was completely loaded, Marcia appeared
with two bubbling glasses. "Mmmm. Mind if I join
you?" Quiet laughter as she shed both jeans and
panties in one smooth motion, "You and Jane must be
getting along very well. What else did I miss?" The
teasing was gentle, and her fingers lingered just an
extra moment on Jenny's wrist as she handed her the
glass. Jenny didn't notice. Her attention was fixed
on Marcia's light brown pubic curls, eye level, damp.
She seemed so lean, so senusal. "You like this?"
Marcia lightly outlined the triangle with her little
finger.
Jolted. Jenny wasn't sure whether to apologize for
staring or give the compliment she felt. Her voice
was frozen. The best she could manage was a smile,
and that was sufficient.
"Whose turn is it?" Marcia filled in the silence,
sliding into the chair next to Jenny. The keyboard
rattled, "Still there, Jane? Nice pic."
*"...still here... whats happening... what are you
wearing now... i think its jennys turn... are we
still playing..."*
"Marcia again. Still playing. Jenny is still in her
panties, but I've got totally comfortable. I'm going
to pick `dare' for her. She hasn't done one yet, and
I've done two."
Jenny weakly smiled her acceptance, glad she wouldn't
have to force her trembling fingers to type, trying
hard not to think of what might be coming next.
*"...ok love... no mercy this time... if you do
this dare ill let you keep your panties on... for
awhile anyway... if you dont ill get marcia to
remove them... with her teeth... ready... i want
you to use your finger like a paintbrush and the wine
as your paint... now stay within the lines... i want
you to very carefully paint both of your nipples and
both of maricas... thats part one..."*
"What is part two?" Her mind began to numb at the
image of Marcia kneeling in front of her tugging at
her panties using her mouth. More than the wine was
making things a little unstable, a little fuzzy at
the edges. It was outrageous and at the same time
totally exciting. The blurry image of Marcia's
tongue and teeth searching for a grip on her
underwear. Fuck.
*"...then i want you clean off the wine of course...
with your tongue... marcia will get to clean you
up... dont drip, love... i want every drop cleaned
up..."*
Marcia grinned. And she must have thought a thank
you to me. Either way this would be the last dare.
Now it was Jenny's decision. All Marcia could do was
hold out her wine glass and hope.
Jenny's finger rested on the lip. Then dipped the
cold sticky liquid. Yes. It must have felt like ice
on Marcia's breast. She circled the areola slowly
and carefully. Then stroked the short firm cylinder,
paying special attention to the very end. She
painted carefully, her eyes darting up to Marcia's
now and then. But Marcia's soft moans and heavy
breaths were the assurance she needed. When she
finished at last, she leaned forward to begin her
second task. She started out using her tongue,
making the same careful lines and shading. But soon
it was her lips and then she inhaled them one at a
time, sucking them deep into her mouth and up against
her teeth.
"God, you almost made me cum. You are so good."
"Marcia, I know it's different than the dare, but
would you paint me instead." Her voice was so soft
and deep that Marcia hardly recognized it.
"Oh, yes, I will. But first I need to say a thank
you." Marcia placed her hand on Jenny's thigh and
slowly slid it up, following the inside slope to her
panties, very wet now. "Before I do any painting,
though, I'm going to have to take these off. It may
take a few minutes though. I've never tried to do it
using only my teeth." Her finger pressed the moist
satin covered slit. Jenny moaned. "One second,
only. I'm dying to paint you. Everywhere."
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*...her note to me was short and sweet... the game
was over now... i understood... in fact it was even
more exciting for me to imagine what would happen
next... but marcia would talk to me again a few
nights later... she would let me know a little of
the fun they had... she would sculpt for me
beautiful word-figurines of the two of them collapsed
across her single bed... nested on their sides in
sixty-nine... their clits like swollen pearls...
their slits spread wide by tongues dripping with each
other's honey... each mirroring the others moves...
each completing the others explorations... marcia
was very sweet to me... helping me through each of
their orgasms with one of my own... yes very
sweet...*