Visiting Laura's after Mid-Terms
In retrospect, Marcie would later admit that both her morality and common sense were on vacation when she visited Laura's home in Boston.
Marcie and Laura were closer than ever after Marcie's experiences with men, which for the most part she enjoyed immensely. However, Marcie felt that she owed her entire sex life to her roomie since it was Laura who steered her into her first male encounter and encouraged her to try the others afterward.
And with mid-terms over with, Laura offered Marcie---no, implored her to join her on a short visit home ---that being Boston.
They took Amtrak and talked of nothing but all the rain that had been drenching Beantown as Laura never failed to call it--- and how they would put on some old bikini's and wrestle in the muddy backyard.
Marcie took a fit of giggling when Laura mentioned how nice it was to feel another pussy rubbing against yours while rollicking in the mud. "They call it frottage; it's French for rubbing together. So women do it ... and I've even seen a porno with a woman, fully clothed mind you, rubbing two guys cocks together until they cum on one another. I thought that was soooo cool!"
When she stopped giggling, Marcie calmly asked Laura, "What about the neighbors? I mean, can't they see into the backyard?"
"Hmmm, I hadn't thought about that. I suppose they could---I suppose they have---oh my god!"
"What?" Marcie asked, her curiosity overpowering her sense of decorum. "What?"
"They—they might have seen me ..."
"Might have seen you what? For fuck's sake ... what?"
"Shiting on Teddy Borowski!"
"Oh---you didn't!"
"Oh, but I did. He double dared me and I did."
"He actually allowed you to ..."
"Yup, after all he was the one who issued the dare."
"How could you?"
"How could I? Good question. It certainly wasn't easy, let me tell you. For one thing it's much harder to concentrate when you're squatting over someone."
"Ewe! Let's change the subject," Marcie, suddenly finding herself more squeamish than she thought she'd be said quietly while glancing furtively about to see if anyone was within listening distance.
"Yes, well, we'll play dirty indoors then. Okay?"
"Yes, that's much better. We'll close the blinds too, just to be on the safe side shall we?'
"Um, Marcie, you do know my father will be home, right?"
"Oh, yes, I'd forgotten that little fact ... so your bedroom, then?"
"No, our bedroom, darling; with emphasis on the 'our'."
They arrived in time for lunch.
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As it happened, no one was home and after making themselves a quick snack they secreted themselves in the bedroom. The clothes came off. Laura beat Marcie's delightful little pussy with the back side of a wooden spoon. This was a new thing between them; Laura admitted to having read some BDSM novel and Marcie graciously told her she was game for anything as long as it wouldn't leave a scar.
Marcie did bleat like a lamb when Laura opened her cunt with the spoon and spit inside her vagina. She fucked Marcie's asshole with a dildo while she licked her clit. An hour or so into this 'foreplay' they descended the stairs to the kitchen to retrieve drinks.
When they had finished off most of a bottle of Merlot, she had Marcie sit on the countertop between the sink and the stove and began kissing her mouth then moved to her breasts and belly. The tongue in her navel was a tease and a promise. Marcie giggled while placing her feet on the counter, and spread them apart like wings. Laura kissed the secret, sacred spaces between them.
"You know, Marcie, your pussy lips are really thick and meaty."
"Mmmm, all the better for you to chew and suck on, eh?"
Laura laughed as she set her teeth to nipping Marcie's folds. She started to reposition herself, but knocked the almost empty bottle of wine off the counter to the floor. It didn't break, but the spilled wine made quite a mess and both girls spent the next several minutes making certain they'd gotten all the red splatters wiped up.
"Okay," Laura chirped, "that's done, so let's get you on the floor; I've got some munching ahead of me."
Then with Marcie spread out on the floor, Laura squatted between her reprising the angel wings position. Laura's arms stretched out so that she could run her hands over Marcie's arms and massage her tits while she ate the other out. Marcie rocked her hips and thighs at her while Laura finger fucked her pussy and diddled her clit. Laura wasn't at all surprised to find Marcie's inner membrane slick with arousal and need. The muscles gripped her two fingers while she covered Marcie's open mouth with her lips. Laura loved how Marcie never failed to moan her pleasure, especially when she bent to have another taste of the piquant fluids that had escaped her vagina.
After she came, Marcie giggled and said she needed to pee.
"Okay ... so why not do it right here?"
"Here? It's your kitchen for Christ's sake!"
"Yeah, do it here!" Laura started to laugh. "Why not piss right on my face?"
Marcie thought about it for a moment. She had already let Laura stick a spoon in her twat and a dildo up her ass. Why the fuck not? She asked herself before saying, "Okay, let's do it. Where do I start this?"
After minimal discourse, Marcie found herself squatting on the kitchen counter, heels and ass and arms back supporting her weight. Laura's hands ran over the inner face of her thighs. Marcie's thick lipped pussy gaped at her. Laura laughed and leaned in to place a kiss on Marcie's ass where it flared below.
Marcie had some trouble starting, but then her urine fountained out in a trickle. She tilted her pussy up by flattening the skin at the pubis and angling her groin.
Holding her feet for purchase, Laura positioned her face under the stream and let the rain fall over her. She closed her eyes and allowed the water to douse her head. It fell over her nose and her cheeks. She twisted her body as she did in the shower.
The incipient trickle became a rush. It wet Laura's hair and drenched her skin. She spread her jaws wide and inched herself forward so that hot piss would fill her mouth. She spit it out when her lips were full, then swallowed. The piss spilled over her chin and onto her breasts. She fluttered her tongue over the pussy lips while the waters were still bursting out. The flood of urine soaked her through and through.
Laura was drowning in the waterfall. Her lips tugged on Marcie's labia as the flow diminished to a leak and a drip. And then as Laura splashed her feet in the enormous puddle on the floor to commemorate the outrageous act in her mother's kitchen, Marcie kissed her, tasting her piss on her lips and tongue. Afterwards, Laura pressed her breasts against the folds of Marcie's urine slicked labia and pinched the wet lips about her stiffened nipples.
Of course, Laura had a turn as well, pissing into Marcie's face. This time she stood on the floor while Marcie knelt. It was her baptism. When the urine began to flow, Marcie slipped her body under Laura's legs so that the stream fell over her breasts and on the joining of her legs. Marcie rubbed her hands over her chest and shoulders as she bathed herself in Laura's urine. She kissed her, mouthing the pussy while she peed.
When it ended, Marcie looked beautiful, dripping wet, her skin beaded with Laura's pee.
Laura liked that Marcie pulled her to the ground and ate her cunt to an orgasm once her bladder had emptied. The piss on the floor was still warm on Laura's back and she came flapping her arms over the wet floor.
They mopped up the mess in the kitchen and Marcie showered first while Laura made some calls.
Fifteen minutes later, Laura was in the shower and Marcie, swaddled in a plush towel, was prancing around the living room to Madonna's 'Like a Virgin' when Laura's father walked in on her.
Holding the towel even tighter around her, Marcie said, "Oh, hi, I'm Marcie, Laura's roomie. You did expect us, right?"
"Hi yourself. Yes you girls were expected. I'm Erskine Grisum but I expect you know that."
Marcie giggled and her towel slipped just enough to provide him with a glimpse of nipple.
"Oops!" she squealed, watching him smile. It wasn't the paternal type smile she'd expected under the circumstances, but more of a carnivorous one---like a shark readying to strike.
"Is Mrs. Grisum coming soon? Oh, Laura's taking a shower!" Marcie blurted nervously. Things were not going the way she'd expected.
"Didn't Laura tell you? Mrs. Grisum and I are separated. We're getting divorced."
"Oh ... I'm sorry to hear it, Marcie said, trying to figure out how to get some clothes on before the damn towel flew off her body. Mr. Grisum was a strikingly handsome man and Marcie was still smoking hot from cavorting around the kitchen with Laura.
She suddenly realized that he was talking to her. My god, how long has he been talking? What has he said? I'm a fucking moron standing in front of him with only this stupid towel ...
"... You've the sexiest eyelashes and hair that I want to twist my fingers in."
That said, he ran a hand down her arm and a shiver followed behind, sending goosebumps popping across her skin.
"I don't know what possessed me to do that, I'm so sorry, Marcie."
He looked at her carefully. Marcie waited, heart beating hard. It seemed to take ages from the time he began to bend toward her until his lips touched hers. Marcie thought, in that seemingly endless interval, that she would faint from anticipation and disbelief. Then his lips touched hers.
They were the softest lips and subtlest kiss she had ever experienced. The combination of rubbing, licking, and eventually sucking and deep tonguing made her light headed.
