[This story has within it oral sex, coitus and a woman forced to be nude in public. No anal sex. It begins with two women kissing. Your comments welcome.]
The day I met Marta, I was needy, blind and needy. It was one weekend after a breakup where my girlfriend, Teri, left me. Worse, she left me to be with another woman.
We had agreed to meet for lunch on the boardwalk in Venice beach. She arrived with Janice. I knew Janice, she lived in the same apartment complex as my girlfriend, Teri.
They were laughing and having lots of fun as they walked towards the restaurant where I was waiting. When they came to my table I expected Teri to sit beside me but they both sat across from me. We ordered lunch and they talked about a party at the pool at their apartment complex the night before.
During lunch they talked about women they both knew, people I didn't know. I couldn't say much, so I didn't. As the waiter took our empty plates away I asked Teri what we were going to do for the rest of the day. They looked at each other, smiled and Teri said, "WE aren't doing anything for the rest of the day. Janice and I are going shopping and then out to dinner together. We came to lunch today so I could break up with you. Janice and I are together."
Slapping my face would have hurt less. To say I was shocked and surprised would have been the understatement of 2006! I didn't say anything. When they leaned together and kissed it was like a spark jumped into me. I stood up and said, "Well, thanks for lunch."
Instead of walking across the outside area of the restaurant, back through the restaurant and then out onto the boardwalk, I just vaulted over the three foot wall and walked off. They could pay for lunch.
The week was tough. In my head, I kept seeing the kiss and picturing Teri in bed with Janice. That she would drop me to be with another woman hurt in places I didn't know I had.
My brother Jack decided we ought to go to his company picnic the next Saturday. They would be playing a softball game, his department against the sales department and he said they needed a good first baseman. I figured, what the hell, it was free food and softball.
Each team had three women. On our team, the three were really good looking women, all wearing shorts and t-shirts. We were on the field first and Marta took second base. Cathy was in right field and Pat was our pitcher.
Marta got my attention after the first pitch. The sales manager was first up and he hit the first pitch: a grounder past the pitcher to second. Marta charged the ball, picked it up barehanded and tossed it to me on the run! The woman could play!
I cheered her on and for the rest of the game I was her biggest fan. We won the game eleven to six. During the picnic after the game, we sat together and talked as we ate. Winning and her smile hooked me. She was dressed more conservatively that the other two women on our but I could tell she had a great body.
Over the next couple of weeks I saw her three times. We went to dinner all three times. We attended a concert, walked on the beach (not the beach in Venice) and went to an exhibit she wanted to see at a museum. When I took her home each time I got a good kiss but nothing more.
We slept together for the first time after our forth date. We had gone to a party she had been invited to over in the valley. About forty people in the backyard of a friend of hers for a bar-b-que. The food was good and the party going well until her ex showed up with a date. She didn't say anything for a while but I could tell something had gone wrong for her at the party.
She asked me to take her home. It wasn't even nine o'clock so I knew something was up. When we got to my car she kissed me harder and longer than any of our kisses before. She asked if I would be willing to take her home and stay the night.
We made the trip in record time. Inside her apartment we didn't even make it to the bedroom. Our clothes came off just inside the door and we dropped to the floor and fucked like there would be no tomorrow.
No foreplay. Damn few kisses. Primal, animal fucking with sweat, moans and screaming along with the slapping sounds of our bodies slamming together. She came loudly when she came. Her fingernails dug into my upper arms and actually drew blood.
We rested for a couple minutes on her rug and then she got us up and into the shower. After the shower she took me to bed and we did it again. Again we mated without foreplay and few kisses. She sucked me harder for five seconds then rode me for the silver buckle. I loved watching her D-cup breasts bounce as she straddled my waist and rode me hard. For a lot of the time she held her eyes closed and when she came she called me Jack.
Jack isn't my name. It is the name of her ex. I didn't say anything. Three days later I could still feel where our pubic bones had slammed together.
The next morning I expected some more bedroom play and breakfast. She expected to be taken out for breakfast. I took her out for breakfast. By noon I was on my way home. I was happy. Well fucked, bruised and happy.
Marta called me the next day. She wanted to know if I would take her to another concert she wanted to attend. I said I would and I did. That evening cost me four hundred dollars. I listened to music I didn't like much, took her home afterwards and got a hand job. She said she was too tired for sex. She sent me home after the hand job.
The middle of the next week she knocked on my door at six in the evening. I let her in and she undressed in my living room. She apologized for sending me home with just a hand job and we fucked all over my apartment. At about eleven Marta showered, got dressed and went home. Not very romantic, but great sex.
Over the next six months I took her lots of places she wanted to go. Sometimes I enjoyed where we went and sometimes I was the escort and my liking it didn't matter. Every time I recommended we go dancing, to a movie, or anything remotely romantic Marta didn't want to go. The lack of foreplay, snuggling, and other non-fucking affection started to really bother me. The only time she liked her wonderful tits touched was when I had my cock inside her.
Outside the bedroom, she dressed conservatively. No mini-skirts. No deep plunging necklines. Her nipples never poked at the confines of her clothing in any way I could see. Even her swimsuit was conservative. It was a two piece but it covered a lot.
By the time we had dated for six months I was getting the feeling that I was a wallet with a dick. When we were together I paid for everything. The sex was wild but there wasn't much else between us. We went where Marta wanted to go and I got laid for taking her. I looked back and figured out that I was paying about four hundred dollars for every night I spent with her.
One Saturday morning she called me and asked if I would take her shopping. We were scheduled to go to a play on Sunday and she said she needed to get something to wear to the play. I had paid almost three hundred dollars for the tickets for the play. I was getting the feeling she wanted me to buy her a dress too.
"Marta, I'll take you shopping, if you'd like. Where do you want to go?"
"I'd like you to take me to the Century City Mall. I know we can find something wonderful there."
"Marta, am I buying?"
"What?"
"I'm willing to drive, be with you, offer my opinion when asked and even buy lunch. I'm not willing to buy whatever it is you are shopping for. I just can't afford it."
"I thought you would want me to look nice for our date tomorrow."
"I do. I'm sure you have lots of outfits in your closet that would look great on you for tomorrow."
"All the things in my closet are old. I need something new for tomorrow." She said the word need with extra emphasis.
"I don't think our relationship is at the place where I pay for all your wants and needs. That happens in some marriages. I'm not ready for marriage."
"If you aren't taking me shopping, our date for tomorrow is off."
"Really? So our date isn't about being together? Our date is about getting me to pay for the privilege of taking you somewhere?"
