In what seemed to be one move, Marnie pulled her knees up under her, sat up and spun around.
Facing me, sitting back so her bum was resting on her heels she seemed to be out of breath. She opened her mouth as if ready to speak, but then covered her it with one hand.
I was frozen, not knowing what to say or do. Bobby had even stopped stroking himself. He didn't let go of that massive thing, but was sitting completely still.
Marnie was shaking, tears running down her cheeks. Then she spoke, her words ragged, forced.
"Slacker," she said. "I ... want ... you to know. ... I want you to know -- I can't believe I'm saying this -- I'm not that kind of girl. But it's true. I'm not that kind of girl. I don't just go to bed with guys.
"I've never done 'IT' with any guy. I mean, I touch myself, everybody does, even if they say they don't. I tickle with Bobby, but he's the only one ... until you. I have never gone all the way."
I looked her her and then at Bobby. He was just shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.
I looked back and her arms were crossed over her chest, pushing those globes together making them look bigger through her granny gown. With the scoop neck, she was showing cleavage. I was going to say something, but I didn't know what to say, so I just sat there.
"Slacker," I have never felt anything like when both of you were tickling me at once. And you are really good at it. I am so hot right now that it can't stop with tickling. I want to feel something more, something better.
"Geeze, Louise, Slacker. I want to do it."
"Wait a minute," Bobby said, but she cut him off.
"Bobby, I saw when you guys were tickling; he isn't that big. It'll be perfect for the first time; probably won't even break my cherry.
"What are you Slacker, about four inches?"
Ouch! four inches!
"No," I said, obviously hurt. "I'm five. Stag magazine says that's average."
"I'm not saying it's bad or too small," she said. "I just think it will be the perfect size for my first time. Hell, look at Bobby. Who would want that thing at any time? It's ridiculous.
"But no more talking. If I keep talking, I'll chicken out."
With that, she pulled the granny gown down over her shoulders and to her knees.
Marnie's breast were right there, right in front of me. Round, perfect, not too big but just perfect. Her nipples were small and pointy and a dark rose color.
I didn't have much time to ponder their beauty, because she lifted her butt of her feet and down came that panty, revealing a small patch of extremely dark hair, hair that appeared to be softer and straighter than I had expectected. It seemed to radiate out from the botton of the triangle.
Marnie quickly rolled over onto her back, pulled her knees to chest and pulled off the panty the rest of the way.