Paris Waterman
Part 21
All sexual acts herein are by persons 18 or older
Aniah
Marcie met Aniah, the teenage daughter of the couple who lived downstairs from her on coming home from shopping. Aniah was a pretty girl; soft and curvy and bookish, a polite and soft spoken eighteen-year old with just blossoming breasts, knowing eyes and a very sensual mouth. Marcie had ogled the girl from the very first time she'd seen her.
I'm not a sex addict, Marcie told herself. I like sex; nothing wrong with that. But this one's just a kid. Oh, but I bet she's experienced. No---no, there's such an age difference, it must be seven, eight years ... if she's anything like you she's a round-heeled slut. Don't be the one to initiate, don't be that one.
Up to that moment it had just been "Hello's" between them, but from the way the young girl looked at her, Marcie was certain the girl might reciprocate those feelings. "Is it true you're in show business, Miss Dolan?" Aniah queried as Marcie went past her into the building's lobby.
Marcie laughed. "Um, no, not really; actually I play piano at the cocktail lounge two blocks down. So that's where you might have ...."
"That's show business!" The girl chirped happily. Have you met anyone famous?"
Marcie decided to test the teen while also providing her with a savory treat. "Yes I have. Have you heard of Philip Prast?"
"From the Scatsafrantics? Of course I have! You know him?"
"I played with him in an earlier group. He wasn't famous then. We played what's called studio arrangements to other well known artists and some not well known. We were not considered part of the recording since we were salaried; the riches went to the artist and their group not us. We disbanded for fairly obvious reasons. I wound up playing up the street; Philip hit it big about a year after we broke up with his new group."
"Yeah," the wide-eyed teen said, obviously impressed by Marcie's new status, at least in her eyes. "Um, can I help you with those groceries?"
Marcie sensed an opportunity and handed one bag over to Aniah and they took the elevator to the sixth floor where Marcie unlocked her door then nudged it open with her foot and they both walked inside.
They left the groceries on the kitchen table and Marcie got two Pepsi's from the fridge. "I hope you like Pepsi, it's my favorite," she said handing one to Aniah.
"Oh I love Pepsi. I like Coke too, but Pepsi's my fav."
"Is it okay for you to be here? I mean I don't mean to keep you from being someplace...."
"Oh, I'm fine, Miss Dolan," Aniah said not noticing that Marcie had ended lamely. "My parents won't be home for hours yet. They run a store downtown and are usually there until around eightish. So I'm good. But only if I'm not annoying you."
"Oh you're no bother; in fact I enjoy your company. Have a seat. And um, call me Marcie, not
Miss Dolan. We're friends and neighbors not business acquaintances."
"Okay then ... Marcia," she said, testing the name for the first time.
They made aimless chit-chat while Marcie put the groceries away, and then out of nowhere, Aniah said can I ask you a serious question?"
"Sure, go ahead, Marcie said.
"Have you ever made out with another girl?"
DANGER—DANGER—DANGER rang repeatedly through Marcie's brain as she fought back thinking: What's the harm in answering?
"Yes," She managed to say without raising her voice an octave or more. "Yes, I have."
"Is it different then making out with boys? I mean, is it nicer?"
"Well," Marcie began drawing the word out. "It's different in many ways. It's not nicer ... I mean, obviously girls are different than boys. Um, how many boys have you ... um, made out with? I mean, so I have a comparison for you."
"Oh, sure," Aniah said, "Lemmie see," she giggled and confided that she'd never counted them before. Then, said, "I think fourteen, but I'm not sure."
"What did or didn't you do?"
"Ohhh, most everything; I wanted to experiment so I could talk about it with the other girls."
Marcie decided to push things further, saying: "Like what? I don't want to think you did something you didn't, so its confession time, young lady."
Aniah giggled and said, "Okay, soooo I blew Bobby Jackson at Amy's party. Um, next Melvin and I Frenched while I jerked him off. Let's see, I let him---that's Mel again—put a hand up my dress and finger me a couple days later. And I blew him too.
Then there was Zeke and David."
"You didn't!" Marcie said trying to hide her shock at this news.
"Yeah ... well Ginnie had done it with two college guys and I thought ...."
"You'd try it," Marcie said finishing the sentence for her.
"Yeah, so I asked them if they were interested."
"Guys are always interested Aniah."
Aniah giggled again. "Don't I know it? Anyway, Johnny was my first."
Wait, what happened with Batman and Robin?"
More giggles and wriggling around from Aniah. "You mean David and Zeke."
"Yeah, that's the daring duo."
"Batman and Robin ... that's funny. Okay, so I let them feel me up and then I got them so hot they blew each other. Crazy, huh?"
"Crazy what guys will do when their think a girl's willing, yeah, Aniah. So that was it with them?"
"Oh no! I let them both finger me. It was their first pussy and since they were both hard again I blew them both at the same time. The other girls still haven't managed that one!'
"I was surprised they wanted more and so I lay back and let each of them do me. They had condoms---I made sure of it.
"Then Sarah and I let these guys pick us up at the park. My guy I think he was old, maybe 25 or so, put it to me while I was backed up against a tree.
"That all you recall, Aniah?"
"Um, there was this party ... my parents were up North visiting a relative and Amy threw a big party at her parents. Um, it got sort of crazy, you know? I wound up in a bedroom and took on all comers while everyone else cheered us on. Amy said she thought I did eight guys, but no one's really sure.
