"Well, we have church at four, but other than that, nothing. What did you have in mind?"
"How about I take you out to dinner and then we go out for a while? Know any decent bars or clubs?"
"Not really."
"Know any indecent bars or clubs?", I asked innocently.
"Only you would ask that!" She thought for a second, and said, "I'll call some of my girlfriends and see what they say."
"Okay. Tomorrow you can show me all the wonders of the greater Utica metropolitan area."
"That will be a very quick trip.", Marilyn replied.
"Where am I sleeping tonight?", I asked. "I assume it won't be up in your room."
Marilyn glanced nervously across the room at her parents. Her mother was sleeping upright in her armchair, and her father was totally oblivious to us. "Keep your voice down. That isn't even funny!"
"Sorry. Anyway, they can't hear us. Down here somewhere?"
She pointed towards an archway to the side. "Over there, in the library."
"And tonight? Any chance of us going out for a while?" I waggled my eyebrows lewdly.
Much to my surprise, Marilyn waggled hers right back at me. "Later, when the little ones go to bed, and my parents go upstairs, I'll tuck you in. Think that will do?"
Suddenly my mouth felt very dry and my pants felt very tight. I nodded and cleared my throat. "Uh, yeah, good idea.", I croaked out.
"I've missed you, too." she continued on with a grin.
I glanced over at her parents, still sleeping and watching television. Then I looked down at her. "Oh, yeah, I've missed you way too much!"
Marilyn giggled and gave me a quick kiss, and then snuggled back against me. In short order she was napping too.
About nine or so, Harriet woke with a snort, which wasn't much quieter than her snores. (Tonight had been relatively minor, but when she gets going, bears run away!) She glanced around and then stood up. She nudged Big Bob from where he was dozing and then bent down and picked up a sleeping Ruth. Big Bob stood up as well and ordered Rafe and Gabe upstairs. All this activity woke up Marilyn, so she stood up and picked up Peter in his bassinet and carried it and him up the stairs. Suddenly I was alone. It was time for me to get ready for bed. I went out to the Galaxie and pulled my bag from the backseat, and then popped the trunk and grabbed my sleeping bag. I couldn't remember the details of the library, but I wanted to be prepared.
Back inside, I turned off the television and moved through the arched doorway into the library. Much of it I remembered. There were the shelves of books, but all from the World's Greatest Literature series of books, in the fake leather covers and the fine, thin paper, all unread. Big Bob had bought his library by the yard, and never read any of it. There was a fish tank, empty and unused in the corner. It had a worn leather sofa and a matching armchair, neither of which was all that comfortable, as I recalled. Heavy shag carpet in a burnt orange color, very ugly, but clean and soft. The room had a few windows, but they were completely covered by heavy drapes, and even in the day the room was dark.
I had to smile when I saw the picture on the wall. It was the most perfect reminder of the tastes of Big Bob and Harriet. They had bought, on their last vacation trip to somewhere really tacky, matching leisure suits for Big Bob, all four of the gospels, and all three of the angels. The picture was of the eight of them, standing together side by side, from tallest to shortest, wearing these ungodly awful blue-green polyester double knit leisure suits that looked like rejects from a bad Saturday Night Live sketch about the Seventies. They were so horrendous as to be fascinating, at least in the same sense that everybody watches NASCAR for the crashes. In another thirty-some years there would actually be websites devoted to really hideous and embarrassing pictures, and this photo would deserve to be on the main page!
I stared at it for a minute, and then tossed my gear on the sofa. There were already a pile of blankets and comforters on one end of the sofa, and I decided to simply sleep on the floor, as opposed to using the couch, or trying to figure out how to open the sofa up. As I vaguely remembered, it was a sofa-bed. I laid out a couple of comforters, and then unrolled my sleeping bag and spread it out. I also unzipped it and laid it open. Inside it was an old sheet I used as a bag liner. I couldn't find any pillows, so I went out into the living room and grabbed a cushion from an armchair and brought it back in. Then I grabbed my B4 and dug out my toilet kit. There was a half bathroom off the foyer, and I used it to brush my teeth and otherwise prepare for bed.
Marilyn still hadn't come down, so I just kicked off my shoes and socks, and lay down on my bedroll, and pulled a copy of The Hobbit from my bag. I had first read Tolkien when I was a sophomore on the first go, and it was still good. Marilyn wasn't much of a reader, and I could never interest her in it, but she enjoyed watching the Peter Jackson movies. I got through another chapter before I heard movement in the other room, and set the book down, and looked up. Marilyn came into the library and smiled. "Hi."
"Hi." I patted the bedroll next to me.
Marilyn came closer and sank down to the floor next to me. She had kicked off her own sneakers earlier, but otherwise was still dressed in her regular clothes from before. "Sorry about the delay. I wanted to make sure my parents and the kids were all in their rooms and sleeping."
I smiled at her. "I wasn't sure if you were changing into a nightgown or something first."
Marilyn stretched out next to me. "That would be really pushing our luck!" I lifted my arm up and she snuggled up against me. "I have missed you so much!"
"I think you need to show me just how much you missed me.", I replied, and wrapped my arms around her and twisted around to face her.
It seemed that Marilyn missed me an awful lot! She brought her hands up to behind my head and pulled my face to hers. As soon as our lips touched, she tried to tongue wrestle me into submission. I moved my hands across her back, where I could feel her bra straps under the thin cotton of her tee shirt. That sort of put her into overdrive. Marilyn thrust herself against me, with her legs trying to wrap around mine, and started humping me as she moaned into my mouth as we kissed.
Well, I was feeling pretty horny and pent-up myself. Just because I had been recycled and had the thoughts of a 70+ year old man didn't mean I didn't have the hormones of an 18 year old boy running through me! As jaded as I was, and I most certainly was, Marilyn was turning me on something fierce! I tugged her shirt out of her waist and slid my hands underneath it, to thrill at the contact with that deliciously smooth skin, and then quickly moved north, to pop the buckle on her bra.
Marilyn's kisses became feverish, but she pulled away enough that she could reach between us and start undoing the buttons on my shirt. As long as she was doing that, I brought a hand around front and began playing with her tits. Marilyn kept working on me, and once my shirt was open, she moved lower, and quickly started undoing my pants. Turnabout was fair play, so hers went next. Her pussy was drenched and I didn't need to do much petting to know she was primed and ready. We pushed our pants and underwear down far enough to be out of the way, and then I rolled Marilyn onto her back and crawled on top of her.
She squealed as I entered her, but not because of any pain. I already knew she was safe, since her letters had told me she had been to Planned Parenthood and gotten a prescription for The Pill. Now she humped herself up at my naked cock, and our bodies slapped against each other happily. I had reached down under her and was cupping those perfect buns as I drove downwards, and Marilyn was doing the same, feverishly pulling me into her. Meanwhile her lips never left mine, and we French kissed as we fucked wildly. I couldn't tell whether she was on her second orgasm, or just one really big and long one when I stiffened and drove down into her, and pumped a month's worth into her greasy cunt.