Marla’s grinding was light, at first. I licked at her ears between lines and verses. I added an instrumental bridge while my tongue went in and out of her ear.
By the time I was near the end, Marla’s grinding was frantic. I could tell that her body was very close to release, but she wasn’t achieving it.
The last few lines of the song were just notes played with one hand. I used the other to flick at her nipples. Still no orgasm.
As I drew out the last lines, Marla sang it with me as she finally achieved her release. She ended with a long note, and her lovely voice hit it about two octaves over mine, turning the song into a scream of ecstasy.
Afterward, Marla was panting on my lap.
“I thought you’d never end that song!” Marla breathed.
“I was waiting for you to come.”
“I was waiting for you to finish the damned song!”
This struck me as funny. I delayed the last verse a bit because I didn’t want it to finish before she did. Apparently, Marla had been holding back, waiting for it.
“I’m never going to listen to Todd Rundgren with dry panties again,” Marla said.
I was quite amused. Marla didn’t even know the performer’s name until I played the song for her. I started giggling.
It was contagious. The two of us laughed so hard that we fell off the piano bench. Luckily, the room had deep pile shag carpet and neither one of us got hurt. Instead, we just hugged each other and started to cuddle.
Marla noticed the time. “Ooh! It’s after ten!”
“Do you really want to meet our slaves?” I asked Marla, giving her one last chance to shy away.
“Jim, if I leave this house a virgin, then I will never forgive you. I’ve been waiting a year for this moment. I want my own Oogie Story, and nobody will fucking believe that song you sang for me.”
“I think the Oogie Stories are supposed to be things nobody is supposed to believe.”
“Anybody that meets you finds out that they’re true.” Marla sighed.
We went upstairs.
Chapter 25—Marla; June and Merry
On the way upstairs, I asked Marla what time she needed to be home. I didn’t want her to get in trouble with her Aunt.
“Aunt Gin won’t expect me home until dinner tomorrow.”
“You’re shitting me!”
“Nope, and I intend for you to take my virginity tonight.”
“There’s only one problem, Marla. I cannot take it from you unless Kristen agrees. She’s still my number one priority. If she has a problem with my taking your virginity, I’d rather have you disappointed than have Kristen angry or jealous.”
“Those Oogie Stories are so true,” Marla said, sighing. “You are so fucking nice. You can turn a girl down, but make her think that it’s in her best interest.”
“No,” I said, stopping Marla before we got into the apartment. “What I said is absolutely true. I’m not turning you down. The fact is, Kristen has seen me fuck other women, and she probably has some planned for me that I haven’t even met. I just can’t make a promise until I know Kristen’s desires. My life is with her, whereas you are just a special moment or a special recurring moment. I’d be stupid to give up my life for a moment. Do you understand?”
Marla looked at me. “You are so fucking unreal. How do you do it?”
Is that what every virgin asks me?
Upstairs, we were greeted by Lynette, June, and Kristen. I found out later that Camille had another commitment, and wasn’t able to see us until noon the next day.
Marla anticipated that Lynette and June would be in, and she didn’t seem at all uneasy with the fact that everybody was nude, including her.
“Does the orgy start now?” Marla asked.
“Let’s start with introductions,” I said, smiling.
I moved behind the love seat, where June was sitting on the back of the love seat with her feet on the cushions where people would normally sit. I fondled June’s breasts and introduced her to Marla: “This is my good friend June. She likes to call herself Cunt Whore, which is strange considering the fact that she’s a virgin. Kristen and I told you her story. She’s given me her virginity, and has no idea how it will be taken, although she has a dream. She’s a romantic and, despite appearances, she is utterly faithful to her true love, Archy Jonas. She will do anything you ask, because she trusts the people we trust. She loves showers, orgasms, the song ’Mr. Bojangles,’ and if you are a guy, she will show you the most amazing blow job technique that I’ve ever witnessed.”
June smiled at me. Her nipples were as hard as I ever felt them.
“Oh, by the way, if you didn’t notice, June is black. I can see how you could be blinded by her beauty, but such things are eventually noticed a few days or weeks after you meet her.”
Lynette stifled a giggle at my last statement.
Lynette was the next person on my agenda. She was cuddling with Kristen on the sofa, as usual.
“Stop smirking and get up and get over here Pussy Slave!” I demanded.
Lynette looked at Kristen, who nodded in confirmation.
It only took about five seconds for Lynette to get over to where I was. I started fondling her breasts as I introduced her: “This is Lynette, also known as Pussy Slave. She can tell you the exact number of lovers she has had, male and female, and even give you their names if you are looking for references. In our high school, she was the head cheerleader in more ways than one, and has made herself available to any athlete that wanted her this past year. They eagerly took her up on her offer, sometimes two and three at a time, I’ve been told. She loves showers and she loves it when the person with her achieves orgasm; it’s a personal triumph for her. Like June, Pussy Slave has a true love, but Lynette shares her true love with me. I’ve been told by a number of females that she is probably the best pussy eater that you’ll ever meet.”
I moved behind the sofa, where Kristen was sitting. “You can go back to where you were.”
Lynette moved back to the sofa and resumed cuddling with Kristen.
I moved behind Kristen. “This is the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes. She is my one true love. She is my future and I am her future. She is the person that has made everything you see here possible. Every story that you know as an ‘Oogie Story’ has Kristen at the heart of it. Even if she isn’t directly involved, she is foremost on my mind, and when I am with other women, I simply treat them the way I would treat this wonderful Goddess. In my mind, Kristen is paramount. That means, what Kristen says goes, and her word trumps everybody’s including mine, since she has proven herself correct more than I ever have. You may call her Kristen, Kris, Goddess, or simply Mistress, depending on how you feel about her.”
Kristen motioned to me to bend down toward her and I did. I received a warm kiss from her.