Marilyn caught me doing this and gasped in indignation. "Carling, I was going to wear them!"
I just gave her a shit eating grin. "Not anymore!" I tugged her denim miniskirt back down.
"You're kidding me!"
"Not one little bit!" I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her thoroughly, enough to have her melt in my arms.
Marilyn capitulated, if not quite gracefully. She retied her halter and adjusted it and her skirt back into position. "Well, why not?"
I leered at her. "Because you look so good I'll probably need to do that at least two or three times more tonight."
She shook her head, but was smiling nevertheless. "You're nuts. Is that why you had a rubber in your pocket?"
"I'm a good Boy Scout. Be Prepared!"
"You and your Boy Scouts!", she said in an exasperated tone. She checked her hair in the mirror. "Let's go before you get any more bright ideas!"
"Babe, I am full of bright ideas." I had to tuck myself in and adjust everything, too, and then I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the suite before she thought about it anymore.
Down in the lobby more than a few heads turned to watch us as we walked across the open expanse and out to the valet area. I should say that they were watching her, since she looked simply amazing. Marilyn was a bit more nervous. "I feel like everybody is staring at me.", she whispered.
"They are staring at us. They think you are beautiful and they think I'm the luckiest guy on the planet!" I was definitely a lot smoother on this go-around than when I was on the first time through. I got a big smile out of Marilyn for that. I grinned and leaned over to whisper in her ear while the valet went to get her car. "Actually they're all looking at you, and wondering if you're the kind of girl who lets her boyfriend use her for hot sex."
That got me an elbow to the ribs. "Maybe I'm the one using you for hot sex. Ever thought of that?"
"You just keep right on using me, honey. I promise not to complain." That earned me another elbow in the ribs, but she was smiling afterwards.
We went to a couple of places that night. Marilyn didn't really like the first place, so we had a drink and left. The second place we stayed at for several hours, dancing and having a few drinks. It was fairly crowded, but it was a Friday night and was a young crowd. If she was worried about anybody noticing her, she didn't have to worry. There were a lot of hot looking girls there, and some dressed in quite a bit less. I continued to tease her throughout the night, whispering that guys were trying to look up her skirt (impossible in the low light), her skirt was riding up while we were slow dancing (impossible since the skirt was pleasantly tight on her rump), and the like. It was crowded enough she spent a fair bit of time sitting on my lap, so I traced my fingers over her knees and thighs, causing her to shiver. I also whispered in her ear, asking if her pussy was wet and if she wanted me to screw her right there in the club.
Around midnight I took her back to the Hilton, by which time she was a bundle of jagged and oversexed nerves. We never even made it to a bedroom; I just pulled my pants down and sat on the couch, and pulled on a rubber, and Marilyn kneeled over me and fucked me on the couch, madly humping me. She was just wildly sexed up and drenching with desire - no, need! Afterwards we went to bed and used another couple of condoms before falling asleep.
Chapter 35: Meet the Parents, Part 2
And so our vacation went. We stayed until the following Friday. One day I drove us up to Rehoboth and showed her around that small town. Another day we drove down to Assateague and went to the National Park. One night we drove down there very late and parked in a deserted spot, went skinny-dipping, and made love in the dunes. Most days we worked on our tans and practiced various things in the Kama Sutra book. We used those two boxes of rubbers I had bought and ended up buying a third!
Friday we needed to leave. For one thing, Marilyn's period hit her and put an end to our Kama Sutra practice sessions. For another, we had to go back home. After checking out, we drove back to Towson and over to the bar where Tusker and Tessa worked. I picked up my car keys and gave them a big box of salt water taffy. We also talked about all of our plans for the future, and I really pushed Tusker on the idea of going back to school, at least part-time, and taking some business classes. I got their address and gave them one of my cards, with the frat phone number penciled in.
Tessa had giggled, "You and your business cards!" I had gotten some new cards printed up freshman year, with a Troy PO Box number, and no phone listing. Freshman year I didn't have a phone I could accept calls on, and in the frat we had several. We had a pay phone down in the foyer, and there were a number of private lines among the brothers. Usually one guy would front the account and handle billing, and we would run party lines to two or three nearby rooms. I handled this one year. In those days, phone calls were expensive, especially long distance, and you would have to go through the itemized phone bills and sort each long distance call to a user, and bill them. Major pain in the balls!
From there, Marilyn followed me to the storage unit I had been renting since I moved out of my apartment. We crammed everything but the furniture into our two cars, and I paid for another year's rent on the unit. I had already rented a storage unit in Troy. The plan was that I would move all of my stuff north in one or two trips, so that I was effectively living entirely in New York. For all intents and purposes I was no longer a Maryland resident. I had already registered as a voter in New York. I wondered if my father was still claiming me as a dependent. I hoped he didn't get in trouble if he was.
It had been a long day. We drove for a few hours more, until we got about half way through New Jersey, before pulling off the road and getting a room for the night. Marilyn was somewhat embarrassed by her monthly visitor and apologized to me that we couldn't make love. I just smiled and told her it wasn't important, and let her snuggle in my arms until she fell asleep. It was a very pleasant and comfortable feeling. I had always enjoyed sleeping with Marilyn, even if it was simply snuggling up against her spoon fashion. I wanted to keep doing it.
Saturday we drove the rest of the way to Troy, and then dumped my stuff at the storage unit. Suddenly both our cars rose up off the springs! Then we drove over to the frat and moved into Bradley's and my room on the third floor. He wasn't scheduled to arrive for another day or so, so we could spend the night together without worrying about him. It was a chaste night. Sunday, Marilyn gave me a good-bye kiss and headed home.
Sunday almost all of the other brothers showed up, including Joe. It was the start of Work Week, an annual bacchanalia dedicated to patching up the house. This was under the control of one of the two paid positions in the house, the House Manager. The other paid position was the Kitchen Steward. Pay was set as equal to room and board, so no cash actually exchanged hands. I already described the Kitchen Steward job, which I had previously had. House Manager was not my thing. It called for somebody with very practical hands-on skills in repairing an antebellum Federal style monstrosity. Something was always falling apart in the place, it was generally a death trap if a fire occurred, and the furnace and water heater were always in need of repair. It was a thankless position.
Work Week was the week before classes started, and attendance was mandatory. During the day, the House Manager broke us into teams to do various repairs and maintenance - lawn work, fixing the fence, painting all the trim, patching and painting drywall, and anything else he could dream of. At night, we applied these same techniques to our own rooms. Joe and I painted everything and stripped and varnished our desks and bunk beds. It isn't totally work, though. Every night was a drunken bash around the swimming pool. Marty, Ricky, and I told the others about our adventures on the road, and we all swapped lies about our girlfriends over the summer. Okay, they weren't lies in my case, but I really didn't go into too much detail; Marilyn would not be amused.