"It was after I moved here to live with aunt Jen and uncle Frank," Marnie said in answer to my question, "I had a birthday party and Megan, from across the street, spent the night with me."
"Megan? Megan Childs?" I sought to clarify. I had asked Marnie who her 'first' was, not expecting it to be my across-the-street neighbor's daughter, little Miss Oh-So-Prissy.
"Good pussy, by the way, but waaaay too many fucking head-games with that crazy bitch," Marnie clarified further,"and, looking back on it now, I'd bet that I wasn't Megan's first taste of pussy."
Marnie and I were lounging on my back deck, she having come over on the pretense to use my computer, since theirs, next door, was down. Her aunt had called and said that they were going to run out for a bite, did Marnie want to come with them?
"No aunt Jen, just bring me back something, Okay? I really need to finish this paper," hanging up and inserting a flash-drive into a port, then pressing a key on the computer which started the printer.
"Paper finished," Marnie smirked.
"Megan was my first but I had been thinking about it long before I did anything about it," Marnie said further with no prompting from me, almost as if she 'needed' to say more.
"Guess I 'knew' when I was much younger and started getting funny feelings about some of my friends, knowing that I liked some of them a bit too much, if you know what I mean."
"I do. My first was when I was in college and I've always blamed it on the drinking we did that night, my roomie and I....but, I knew, I knew that I liked it maybe a bit too much, that maybe I 'wanted' it to happen," I confessed, and yes, it is good for the soul.
"I could blame the first time on drink, but not the second or third or the rest of the semester," I confessed further.
"First cougar?" I playfully asked. Hey, if she was dishing, I was listening.
"An art teacher at the college...took private lessons, one summer," Marnie quickly answered, then asked, "What about you? First cub?" Marnie vollied.
"You, babycakes, you were my first taste of almost-underaged pussy," I answered honestly.
"Speaking of which..." Marnie said with a leery smirk. Getting up from the deck chair, she walked confidently towards my bedroom, her tee being pulled off of her body as she did so. She didn't even ask, she just assumed that I'd want to fuck her.
Of course, she was right...
They threw me a hell of a going away party.
It was coming up on a year since Jack died and after much soul-searching, many hours on the computer doing 'what-if' scenarios with my finances, I had decided that at thirty-four, I would retire.
From work, not from life.
I had recommended Vicki as the logical person to handle the office and that she should be my replacement, not some unknown entity. The suits above me listened and, they agreed, awarding Vicki the position.
Interestingly enough, from the moment she bagged the promotion, her attitude towards me cooled, froze one might say. No longer was she sticking her nose up my ass at the office or burying her face in my pussy in bed.
That was okay. A bit disappointing but okay...I get it. She played the game well and for that, I salute her.
Lesson learned, though.
The other thing I had figured out during the past year? I was pretty sure that I would remain a resident of Pussyville.
I had even tried out a few men during the past year, more of a test for me than anything else. I sucked my last cock exactly four months ago, at a New Years Eve party at the swingers club. It was good. I was fucked royally that night by a few of the guys and sucked a few cocks. All in all, not a bad way to say farewell to that part of my life.
But, at the end of the day, I truly desired women above all else. I still had Marnie, my now-twenty year-old neighbor gal as a regular sex partner. Beth and I got together quite frequently, with and without Marnie, mostly just she and I but, occasionally, with another friend of hers.
And I started going to a downtown Lez Bar to meet chicks and pick up pussy.
Women above all else, remember?
I don't want to say that I frequented the Lez lounge a 'lot' but whenever I walked in these days I was greeted with "Regular, Shari, or are you drinking something different tonight?"
I had found out during the past few months that Tuesdays and/or Wednesdays were great for meeting chicks that were in town for business reasons. Fridays were great for meeting younger-but legal- little pussies, college chicks and the like. And believe it or not, for whatever reasons, Thursdays, during the day, was prime time to hook up with married women before their kiddos came home from school.
"You going to the bar tonight?" Marnie asked between licks of my snatch.
"Thinking about it, why?" I cooed in reply, my hips moving against her mouth and tongue.
"Bring me something to eat, something for us to play with," was Marnie's not-kidding response.
Oh yeah...Marnie was now living with me, in my home. Her uncle was promoted and transferred to another city, having to move for the promotion. Marnie explained to her uncle and aunt that she wanted to go to school here, where she had started college. Much hand wringing and fretting but Jen and Frank were okay with her living with me and going to school here.
Of course, if they knew that she and I were banging each other, I'm guessing they wouldn't have been so thrilled about it.
"Any particular flavor?" I teased, my bell almost ready to be rung by Marnie's Magic Mouth.
"Nah, you know what I like," Marnie replied, "surprise me."
Lift off...damn but that girl can eat pussy.
"Mmmmmph...mmmmmoooohhh, damn...damn," Her voice cooed, the words muffled my by mouth on hers as I pressed her against the wall of the hallway that led to the bathrooms of the club.
We had been dancing for a couple of hours and drinking together at a shared table. Her name was Su, she was in town on business for a couple of days and she likes women, which is why she was at the club, duh!
"Come on, sweetie, ride with me...I'll bring you back to your rental," I coaxed, so hot for her that I thought I would burst.
