This happened several years back when my then girlfriend and I had gotten an apartment together, and decided to invite my cousin and her boyfriend over for a house warming. Just a casual night of hanging out, shooting the shit, having dinner, and since my cousin didn't know my girlfriend very well it gave them an opportunity to get to know one another. On the flip side, I had never met my cousin's new boyfriend and was interested in what he was like, as I had heard virtually nothing from any other members of my family so I wanted to know what the big secret was.
So Friday night rolls around and we have dinner ready when they show up, but my cousin was dressed for work as she had just found out she was the on-call nurse for the night. She figured she would get through as much of the night as possible, and if she got called in she would've had dinner at least.
This is right around when I met Marcel, a tall, muscular, clean cut, dark skinned, Cape Verdean man, probably in his late 30's. He introduced himself before my cousin had a chance, and right away I got the feeling this guy was a bit swarmy. I shook off the feeling and led them into the dining room to introduce them to my girlfriend, Stacey, who was setting the table.
Now at that time my girlfriend Stacey is a pretty hot 23 year old, but she isn't like super skinny or artificial with the makeup and stuff, and she had this classic beauty about her, like a young Liz Taylor. Her Portuguese-Irish mixed heritage gave her dark curly hair (which she had straightened for tonight), a very cute face, and an overall great body.
She was at times very insecure, always complaining about the size of her ass and when her tummy wasn't completely flat, but I always reassured her that she was a 10 out of 10 in my book, but that never seemed good enough. However, recently she had joined a gym and was seeing quick improvements, and guessing by how she was dressed, in some very tight jeans and black tank top showing off her very perky (think Katy Perry) 36C chest, it looked like she was putting that hard work on display.
I always felt I had scored way above my league, as I am a short 26 year old (at the time), not very muscular, and kind of a dork in a way, or at least that was the vibe people always said they got from me.
As Marcel and my cousin entered the dining room I made the introductions, and right away I started to see more of that arrogant, swarminess I detected from him earlier.
"Wow! How did YOU get THIS GIRL? Babe, you look fantastic! If I wasn't with her I would totally take a shot at you!" he said to Stacey while looking her up and down, to which she just smiled and blushed while reverting to her shy-like state.
I just kind of stood there shocked at what he said (more about him calling her "babe" actually) and I looked at my cousin and hoped she could tell how uncomfortable I was. She indeed got the message and smacked Marcel playfully on the shoulder and told him to be polite, and then apologized to Stacey.
"I'm just kidding around with you. It is nice to meet you and you have a very lovely home." Said Marcel with a grin while shaking Stacey's hand.
"Uh yea, Thanks." She replied, still looking a bit uncomfortable by his earlier remarks.
He really didn't mean the apology though, because as Stacey was turning away he made a sneaky glance down at her cleavage, then caught me looking at him and gave a wink and nod like he approved.
Once the awkward introductions were over we sat and ate what turned out to be a pretty good meal. There was some interesting dinner conversation, but it mostly consisted of Marcel talking about how great he was, and trying to steal looks at Stacey's tits.
At this point I was hoping they would leave after dinner, I mean I love my cousin but this guy was too much. I was also kind of put off on how casually Stacey was responding to him, and while it seemed at first she thought he was a pig, I was started to get the feeling that she might actually think this guy was cool or something.
As dinner finished up Stacey complained about the cold and went to our bedroom and put on a button up sweater. You could tell Marcel was disappointed when seeing her return to clear the table because he could no longer stare at her cleavage. Suddenly my cousin's cell phone went off and she was called into work, and asked if one of us would be able to give Marcel a ride home.
"I don't think either one of us can drive right now after all that wine we drank. He can sleep on our couch tonight and one of us will bring him home in the morning."
I looked at Stacey as she said that, staring daggers at her the entire time, but I knew she was at least partially right, but I would have called him a taxi. A couple of years ago I had gotten a DUI leaving a bar after a couple of beers, and did not want to chance that again. And after she offered the couch I didn't feel right telling him he should take a cab home, so I went along with it under silent protest.
My cousin and I said our goodbyes, and then her and her boyfriend went to kiss, but it slowly turned into her pushing him off her because he was trying to grope her. And, like the ass he was, as she left Marcel smiled at Stacey with this big shit eating grin for some reason, like he was showing off or something.
The whole time I was thinking, "Maybe this is all in my head, and I'm just insecure. I mean, how can my cousin put up with this guy blatantly hitting on my girlfriend right in front of her? How can Stacey offer this asshole our couch after all he has put her through tonight?" I just had a bad feeling about this guy being around Stacey, and now without my cousin here I was expecting him to get much worse with the flirting.
We eventually settled down in the living room with Stacey and I next to each other on the couch, and Marcel seated in the recliner across from us, and we were still drinking a considerable amount when he suggested we should play some drinking games. So Stacey whipped out a pack of cards and we played one drinking game after another, having a pretty good time too as Marcel's flirting seemed to cool down a bit.
I found out later that while I was out of the room getting another drink she told him to chill out and to stop hitting on her or she would make him sleep in the street. Thankfully it worked because he started acting almost like a normal person and not a horn dog.
A few more hours went by and we were all pretty wasted and ready to call it a night, and thankfully it went by without any further incident... until I got up to use the bathroom.
The way our apartment was setup is that it had the bathroom off of the side of the kitchen, but there was a bit of hallway so when exiting the bathroom you could see into the kitchen without anyone in there seeing you. It seemed Stacey had started to clean up and was in the kitchen when Marcel followed her in, which was right about the time I was coming out of the bathroom.
I don't know why but when I saw them I just stopped and watched as he came up from behind her while she was washing some dishes. He then put his hand around her waist while pulling her into him and I expected her to turn around and slap him, but instead she continued to wash the dishes as he ground himself against her plump ass.
At one point she stopped what she was doing, leaned forward while pushing her ass back into him, and closed her eyes while this lustful little smile creeped up on her face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! She actually liked this guy grinding his cock into her ass!
