Chill drops beaded on her hat and wool coat as Marion walked home in the autumn rain, avoiding puddles and careful to not slip on the slick fallen leaves covering the sidewalks. She was walking home from a modelling session at the University Art Department. The money was awfully good. An hour of sitting around nude, which she would be doing anyway, made her the same as four hours in the cheese shop where she worked. Plus, she loved the nude modelling. The instructor was used to models being a bit shyer, but the first time Marion proudly faced the class and dropped her robe, revealing herself fully, he arched an eyebrow in surprise. She loved having all those people looking at her naked, men and women. Some were quite serious, but she detected a gaze of desire in a few, even a few of the female students. Every class, as she posed on the couch a tingle began in her pussy, building through the hour. But she had to stay still and hold the pose even as much as she wanted to spread her legs and begin fingering herself in front of everyone. It was delicious torment!
So after each modelling session she hurried home to wait for Jack, and he'd find her naked and spread on their couch fingering herself, desperate for him to fill her desire.
But today there was the problem of Jerry.
Jerry was one of Jack's friends from University. He was smart and funny, but a bit unfocused and drifted about from passion to passion. He'd dropped out in third year, but stayed in town because he'd met Susie. They began living together, him working while she continued her degree. After a year they married and Jack and Marion went to that as witnesses. The four of them were couple friends; seeing movies together, having each other over for meals and long evenings of drinking wine and talking about everything from pop music to philosophy to favourite foods.
But then about a month ago, Jerry was on their doorstep, a distraught castaway tossed up on the beach of Jack and Marion's little island of love. A ship-wrecked survivor from the stormy sea of their brief, tumultuous marriage. Susie, tired of his drifting, had chucked him out and replaced him in unseemly haste with someone who was more career-oriented.
"I'm sure he's a dreadful bore!" Marion had clucked sympathetically, getting Jerry some food.
"Love is food. Food is love." Was Marion's motto. So if she liked you, she fed you. And Jerry needed feeding.
So Jerry was over to Jack and Marion's a lot. Sometimes he'd bring food, or the wine, or just help pay for the groceries. But he was over five nights out of seven, and the friends would stay up late talking, Jerry often sleeping on their couch and then leaving in the morning as they went to work or the university. But Jerry would be back, avoiding the sad, lonely room that he rented in a house full of foreign exchange students.
"He's like a stray cat," Jack observed. "We started feeding him, and soon he's going to move in."
The worst part was having to be dressed all of the time and closing doors and being quiet while they made love, Marion biting a pillow in her passion. This morning Jerry didn't have to go to work, so he'd stayed on the couch reading while Jack and Marion went out. So as Marion arrived at the three story Victorian house where they rented the top floor, she was puzzled, horny and frustrated. "Oh, well," she thought to herself climbing the stairs. "We'll have some tea and I can excuse myself to the bathroom for a quick finger! That'll have to do until bedtime." She thought about letting Jerry watch, but that might get weird and she wasn't sure what Jack would say.
She opened the door quietly and entered their kitchen. "Hi Jerry! I'm ... Oh!"
Jerry was scrambling to do his pants up, blushing as a thick glossy magazine fell to the floor with a rattling of stiff paper. "Oh fuck fuck fuck! I'm sorry!"
Marion stepped closer and saw that it was one of Jack's stack of Penthouse magazines. It was a good issue. She liked to read the stories while Jack licked her pussy. The magazine had fallen open to a close up of a woman with her lips engulfing a thick, heavily veined cock.
Jerry sat on the couch, head hung in embarrassment. "I'm soooo sorry Marion! It's just I'm so lonely. Susie wouldn't touch me for the last couple of months. She had me finger her lots, but she wouldn't do a thing for me!"
"Hmmm" Marion said. "I see your problem. How can we help?"
Jerry nodded to the magazine on the floor. "Well, you know, a blow job would be pretty nice." He immediately regretted saying that, wishing he could take the words back. He looked away expecting screams of outrage, fully prepared to be thrown out into the street.
Marion tilted her head to one side, considering. Jerry was a friend after all, in need of help and her heart broke at his desperate need. She had been a virgin when she met Jack so she'd never seen another penis close up and she was very curious to see Jerry's. Plus she was a free, liberated woman in charge of her own body and she could suck any cock she wanted too! And she and Jack had had that delicious threesome with Angelica last Christmas, why should Jack get all the fun? Besides, she was awfully horny.
She checked the clock on the stove. A plan formed in her head. "Okay!" she said. She held a finger up "But just a blow job."
She went back into the kitchen to hang her coat and hat up. "You make yourself comfortable and I'll be right there." Out of sight of Jerry, she slipped her panties off and hung them on the door knob on the landing. Fortunately they were the only apartment up here.
