SEVEN MONTHS WITH MARIE: PART ONE

Foreword: You should know that all of these stories about Marie are completely true. I can only imagine that I remember them so vividly because they are the stories I usually think about when I am “alone.” Ha-ha! Anyway, Marie and I are still very close and I am actually going to send her the link to this story when I’m done. She was by far and away the wildest woman I’ve ever met and I credit her for making me the sexual deviant that I am today. Anyway, enjoy. And as always, only the names have been changed.


Seven Months With Marie- Part One

Summer 2004

I had been more or less single for a year and a half. After Belinda and I had split up, I dated a little but always found myself wanting to take things much further than most women I met were willing to go. I needed to meet my match. My equal. The ‘yin’ to my ‘yang’ so to speak. When I met Marie, I found it in spades.

I had just taken a job at a restaurant. I was 24 years old at the time and had never worked in a restaurant before. I was making a bit more money than I was used to and decided to move out of my little garage apartment. One of my co-workers was a short Irish-American gal named Karen. She was really spunky with red hair that hung all the way past her bum. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the world, but she was cute and had a nice enough body. The only other striking feature I feel compelled to mention is her gigantic boobs. They were just enormous. Anyway, she was in her early thirties at the time and had recently bought a lot with two houses on it. She was living in one and the other was for rent. She named a fair price and I moved in.

It wasn’t the biggest house in the world, but it did have two bedrooms which was perfect for me. I turned one into a movie room. The two houses shared a back yard, so Karen and I wound up spending a great many nights after work sitting in the backyard and drinking beer.

So, there was a girl at work named Marie. I didn’t really see her much, but I thought she was really cute. She stood about 5’6 and had thick long dark straight hair. She was of Italian descent. She had nice C-cups and a super thin waist, but the kicker was her ass. It was HUGE! Not the bad kind of huge either. The kind of huge like no matter how much she worked out, it wasn’t going anywhere, big round and perfect kind of huge. Also, she was completely hilarious. Probably one of the funniest people I have ever met. Anyway…

So I let it slip to Karen that I kinda had a little crush on Marie. Karen got really excited by that. She told me that she had known Marie for a couple of years and that she would totally set us up. I hate being set up and that’s just what I told her. The next night at work, when the night ended, Karen told everyone that we were throwing the nightly ‘after work party’ at our little compound. She made sure to invite Marie and all of the craziness began that night. I finally met my match.

The party was great. All the usual suspects were there. About three hours into it, people started to head out. It was winding down and Marie finally came up and talked to me. Thankfully, we were both pretty tipsy by then. Otherwise, what happened might’ve seemed awkward.

“Hey dude.” She said. She was smiling and I was getting huge vibes from her.

“Hey yourself.” I replied. As soon as I said it, I felt like the biggest cliché douche bag on the planet.

“So, Karen says you want to be my boyfriend.” She smiled even bigger as she leaned into my face.
“She did?” I feigned ignorance.

We were standing there in the backyard between my house and Karen’s when Marie leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine for the first time. She was aggressive. She was forward. I was loving it. She pulled back and said “Don’t worry. I’m totally into you too.” Best of all, she didn’t bullshit. I may have fallen in love with her right then. If not, I certainly did about twenty minutes later.

We stood there making out as the party cleared out. Once everyone was gone, Karen came up to us and smacked us both on the ass. She drunkenly hugged us both, saying “I knew you guys were gonna hook up tonight.” Then she said goodnight and disappeared into her backdoor.

Marie and I went back to kissing and I really loved the way she kissed. She was very strong and there was undeniable passion between us. “You’re a really good kisser.” I said

“I’m good at a lot of things.” She smiled as she went back to kissing me. I slid my hands down her back and rested them on her amazing ass. I was completely shocked (and happy as hell) when she broke away from me and dropped down to her knees. I felt her fingers going to work under my belt. She unzipped the fly on my shorts and reached inside.

“Holy shit.” I said as I laced my fingers behind my head. She grabbed my rapidly growing cock and pulled it out of the hole and immediately pulled it into her mouth. I had only kissed her for the first time twenty minutes earlier and she was already on her knees, sucking on my cock in my back yard. I was definitely in love. She really knew what she was doing because it was only about three minutes or so later that I felt that I was going to cum. I told her I was close and she pulled away and started jerking me hard with one hand while she massaged my balls with the other.

I threw my head back and roared as I shot my hot load onto her work shirt. (I would later learn that she loved to have me cum on her clothes for some reason.) Once she was satisfied that I was empty, she stood up and gave me a mock angry look. “Great! Now I have to do laundry before work tomorrow. What kind of an asshole are you anyway?

“Shut up.” I said as I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for another hot kiss. I invited her inside but she turned me down.
“We haven’t even been on a proper date yet and you already spooged on my favorite floral print work shirt.” She laughed. “We gotta save something for after the wedding.” She asked me what I was doing the next night after work. I told her that, with any luck, I’d be doing her. She laughed. She actually thought that was funny. With that, she left.

The next day, I woke up glowing. I realized that I didn’t even get her number. My first impulse was to run over to Karen’s house and get it. Then I thought that that might seem too desperate. I was still under the impression that all women played mind games. Marie wasn’t like that.

I saw her at work that night and during the entire shift, we kept exchanging glances and ‘accidentally’ rubbing up against each other. I was planning on asking her to come over after work, but the universe had other plans.

Once the shift ended and all the silverware was rolled, the general consensus was to hit the beach bars. There was a big group of us (led by Karen) and we were all ready to have a good time. We ended up at “The Tiki Hut” which was a little tiki bar behind a resort on the beach. Karen’s friend Alexis was a bartender there and would give us all the hospitality rate. Needless to say, we all got really drunk.

We drank shot after shot until the world was all warm and fuzzy. Before I knew it, Marie and I were making out again. I loved kissing her. Karen then suggested that we all walk down to the water, so we headed down stairs and walked through the sand toward the water.

About half way there, there was a row of beach chairs set up. During the day, hotel workers would charge people by the hour to use them. At 2AM however, they’re fair game. The group continued past them, but Marie grabbed me by the wrist and held me back. I turned around and she pulled me in close and furiously kissed me again. The group disappeared down the beach as we stood between the beach chairs kissing.

We were both really drunk by then.