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.
I lay on top of her for another minute or so, as we caught our breaths, and then I rolled over onto my back. “That was… amazing,” I told her.
“So, do you think I missed you?” she asked in a teasing fashion. Neither one of us moved to get dressed.
“I think you missed me. I missed you, too.”
She glanced down at both our crotches, now wet and sticky. “Yeah, I think you did.”
I watched what she was looking at. “Was it better without the rubbers?”
“Oh my God, those things are awful! I never want to use them again!”
“I agree. I’ll do anything you want me to, but anything else, please.” I could feel myself starting to get hard again.
“It does make things a bit messier this way,” Marilyn commented.
“Maybe, but there’s no incriminating evidence to dispose of, either. Would you want to explain that to your parents?” I asked.
“That’s not even funny!” she said, but she was smiling as she did so.
“Why don’t you see about doing something to clean me up?” I suggested. I pulled my shirt off and then lay back down on the bedroll.
Marilyn stripped off her own clothing, and I was able to see her in her glorious nakedness again, getting me even harder. She kissed her way down my chest until she was face to face with Little Carl. “Is this what you had in mind?” she said with a giggle, and then licked my cock.
I gave a happy twitch and simply murmured happily, and put my hands in that long chocolate brown hair and kept her down there. I suppose my original thought had been to just get a little clean, but Marilyn did a very thorough job. She licked my cock clean, slowly, and was gently stroking it and sucking the cockhead, and generally driving me nuts. Then she started sucking harder, and jacking me harder, and I just said ‘Fuck it!’ “Don’t stop… keep going…” I whispered, as I started thrusting my hips upwards, to drive my cock up into her mouth. The various training sessions we had back in Ocean City paid off. Marilyn kept going, and I kept whispering to her, and then I gave in. “Yes, yes… don’t stop… keep sucking… just like that, don’t stop… yes… that’s it!” Marilyn kept sucking as I spurted in her mouth, and she swallowed it down.
Marilyn popped to her feet and went running out of the library. “Back in a bit!” she mumbled. I just lay there in a happy daze.
Marilyn came back a few minutes later, and sank down on the floor again. “Sorry about that, but I needed to pee and clean up, too.”
“Not a problem.” I studied her as she sat there next to me. “You are so beautiful.” I looked between her legs, and it looked like she had really cleaned up well. “You know, I might be able to return the favor, but only if you promise to keep from screaming my name over and over and waking your parents up.”
That got me a slug in the shoulder. “I’ll try to keep the racket down. Why don’t you try to make me noisy?” She lay back on the floor and spread her legs wide.
“I’m a man who likes a challenge. Just remember, we tried this a couple of times in Ocean City and I always won.”
“I just let you think you won!”
“I think I can tell for sure.” I lay down on the floor between her legs and started to slowly lick on the inside of her thighs. Marilyn gave an involuntary squeal and I smiled and raised my head. “See, I told you I can tell.”
“You just startled me.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll really startle you.” I flicked my tongue across her slit and got another little jump out of her.