“That was amazing,” she said, “but now I am ready to collapse.”
Bob nodded, “I hear ya. I could definitely use another shower, though.”
At that moment, Veronica and Teresa appeared, both smiling and clapping.
“I would be glad to help with that, Mr. Campbell,” Veronica said, taking his hand, leading him into a small room. Teresa took Deborah’s hand and escorted her back to the room where she had left her clothes. The shower was just as hot as the first time, and Teresa lovingly massaged Deborah’s muscles. When they stepped out of the shower, Teresa patted Deborah dry and helped her back into her dress. When they finally emerged, Bob and Peter were sitting and sharing a laugh.
“There’s my Debs, looking ravishing and ravished, all at the same time,” Bob said. He walked to her and kissed her on the cheek, “How are you feeling?”
“Euphoric? Orgasmic? Sated? All of the above? There doesn’t seem to be a right word for this feeling,” Deborah said. “One thing I do know, is I feel tired. Bob, please take me home. Peter, thank you for an indescribable evening.”
Peter took her hand and kissed it, “No, thank you. Being with you and your husband in front of that audience is an experience that cannot be matched. As for my side of the deal, I can‘t imagine it will equal what you two just gave me.”
Deborah gave him a tired smile, “Don’t be too sure.”
Chapter 3
The next day, Blake slipped a note into Kayla’s purse as they passed in the hall. Blake waited for the break between second and third period to slide a pink envelope inside Marcy’s locker, knowing she wouldn’t be returning to it until the end of the day. During fourth period, Kayla texted Blake, telling him she had done what he asked. At the end of the day, Kayla accompanied Marcy to her locker. When the shorter girl opened the door, the envelope fell out.
“What the fuck is that?” Marcy asked no one, and then picked it up. Her name was written in calligraphy on the envelope. Marcy’s curiosity got the better of her, and she ripped it open. The card inside was also pink, and had a simple message.
Marcy,
I can’t keep going on like this, watching you from a distance. Your every move, bounce, and turn drives me to distraction. Your voice fills my soul, your laughter fills my heart, and your body fills my dreams. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. Please meet me at the Custard King tomorrow night at 10pm. I will be there wearing a pink rose in my lapel. It will look like the four dozen I have put in your car.
Can’t wait to see you, touch you, and make love to you.
“Oooohhhh,” Kayla said, “Marcy’s got a Secret Admirer.”
Marcy shoved her friend’s shoulder playfully, “I bet I have more than one. C’mon let’s go to my car. I want to know how he got inside.”
The girls ran down the hall and out to the college’s back parking lot. There was a large crowd hanging out where Marcy had parked her older green VW Beetle. When Marcy and Kayla approached, the crowd parted, and the girls could see the car was filled with long stem pink roses. There was an oversized pink bow on the top of the car.
“Oh that is sooooo cute!” Kayla said. She looked at her friend and saw she had a goofy smile on her face.
Marcy tried to hide the smile, “Yeah, well, it’s still strange. I’m sure I locked my doors.” She rummaged in her purse and pulled out the keys. Marcy had to shoe people away from the car so she could unlock the door. She reached in and pulled out one of the bundles of roses sitting in the driver‘s seat. Another pink envelope was attached to it. Marcy quickly opened it.
Marcy,
Please don’t deny me the pleasure of your company. I promise you won’t be disappointed. I only want to bring you happiness, joy, and fulfillment. I will tell you something about myself. I am 6’3, 195 lbs of muscle, jet black hair, and light grey eyes.
“This is getting really weird,” Marcy said as she sat in the car. She reached across and unlocked the passenger door so Kayla could sit down. She had to move another bundle of roses out of the way to get in. No sooner had Kayla closed the door, then Marcy threw the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking space. The teenagers who were milling around the car had to scatter to avoid getting run over.
“Marcy! Careful! You almost hit a couple of people!” Kayla yelled.
Marcy shrugged her shoulders, “So what? Someone is playing with me, and I don’t like it.”
Kayla eyed her friend, “Yes you do. Don’t try that on me. I bet you can’t wait for tomorrow. I bet you get there at 9. Do you want me to come with?”
Marcy didn’t say anything for a few blocks, but then nodded, “I’ll pick you up at 9, so I can’t be there early.”
“Sounds good,” Kayla said with a smile. She couldn’t believe how well Blake’s plan was working. In his note, he’d asked Kayla to steal Marcy’s keys and unlock her car. It had been easy, but Kayla had still been nervous. She kept telling herself that if everything worked out, she would be able to date Blake again, and maybe get to see the monster that had made such a mess in his pants.
Marcy dropped Kayla off at her house fifteen minutes later and then drove home. While pulling into the driveway of her parents two-story Colonial, she noticed something pink sitting on the front doorstep. Marcy stopped the car and ran to the front door. The pink object turned out to be a four foot tall teddy bear with yet another pink envelope attached to a ribbon around its neck.
Marcy,
Tonight you can cuddle with this cute little teddy bear. Tomorrow, I hope you and I will be able to cuddle together. Where this bear is soft, I am hard, but I will still make you feel comforted and loved. You have my word.
Marcy grabbed the plush bear and squeezed it close to herself. With no one around, she felt safe to show the excitement her Secret Admirer’s words brought out. Marcy ran back to her car, grabbed her book bag and as many roses as she could carry, and went into the house and her room. She looked at the clock on her nightstand, which read 4:30pm.
“Less than 30 hours from now, I’ll meet my Secret Admirer,” Marcy said while hugging the bear again, “and he better not disappoint.”
As Marcy drove to Custard King, Kayla couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s excitement. Many people on campus thought Marcy had a bad case of Resting Bitch Face. If they saw her right now, though, that opinion would change. Kayla had never seen her smile so big.
When Marcy pulled into the parking lot of the little eatery, the clock on the dashboard read 9:58pm. On Saturday nights, Custard King didn’t close until 11pm, and was often crowded with teens way past then. Tonight though, there were only a handful of people at the shop. Marcy and Kayla got out of the car, and looked around.
“I don’t see any roses, Marcy,” Kayla said. Blake had told her that she needed to deflate her friend a little when they first arrived. Kayla didn’t like lying to her friend, but she trusted Blake and knew this was the only way to be with him again.
Marcy looked around and had to agree with her friend. Her mind began wondering if this had all been some horrible prank. Marcy’s excitement was rapidly devolving into anger.
Then she saw him, standing next to a bus stop bench in front of Custard King.
Jet black hair.
Tall , well-muscled.
And wearing a pink rose in the lapel of his black sports jacket.
Marcy said, “There he is…and he’s delicious looking. Wish me luck.”
Kayla did just that, and then looked to the back of the parking lot, where Blake told her he would be standing. When Kayla saw him, she ran and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you Kayla, I couldn’t have done it without you. Of course, I did it all for you.” Blake said and then kissed her confidently.
Kayla liked Blake’s renewed spirit, and retuned his kisses.
“I want to do a lot more of this, Kayla, but right now we need to get in position,” Blake said and pulled her behind the building.
In front of it, Marcy walked up to the man she tho
ught was her Secret Admirer. She wore a short, bouncy skirt to show off her legs and a low cut blouse to enhance her cleavage. She had no doubt this man would think she was a dream come true. He was turned away from her, looking down the street. Marcy cleared her throat, but the man didn’t turn around, so Marcy tapped him on the shoulder.
Peter turned to look at Marcy and raised his left eyebrow, “Yes? How can I help you? I’m sorry, but I don’t want to buy any Girl Scout Cookies.”
Marcy’s head jerked back from the verbal slap, “I’m not selling cookies. I think you’re looking for me.”
Peter frowned, “I’m not looking for anyone at the moment, young lady. I’m just enjoying a mild August evening. Is that okay with you?”
Marcy was completely confused, “But you’re wearing a pink rose.”
“And? There are several men wearing them tonight, thanks to that florist over there,” Peter said, pointing across the street to a flower shop. There was a man handing out roses to every person who walked by. Marcy saw this and couldn’t help but be disappointed.
“Why did you think I was looking for you?” Peter asked. He knew he was supposed to play aloof at this point in the plan, but he actually did like the look of the girl.
“Well, I got a note from somebody saying they would meet me hear. You match the description perfectly,” Marcy said, “even down to the pink rose.”
Peter laughed, making Marcy wince, “Looks like you have been fooled, little girl. Maybe you should run home now.”
His words pissed Marcy off, so she struck back, “Fuck you, dude. It’s better no one showed up. They couldn’t handle me, anyway. No one can, and that includes a punk like you!”
Peter sneered at the short young woman, “Little one, I could turn you out and leave you drooling in a matter of minutes. I fuck women with three times your experience and leave them exhausted. You wouldn’t stand a chance with me.”
“Please! You probably couldn’t get it up with a jack hammer! And even if you did, you‘re most likely a two pump chump.” Marcy yelled.
“Sounds like a challenge. I accept,” Peter said and he grabbed Marcy’s hand. Marcy’s anger and fighting spirit had her walking away with Peter before her better judgment could catch up. Before she knew it, Peter had lead them to a hidden alcove behind the bicycle shop next to Custard King.
“What’s you name? How old are you?” Peter asked.
“Marcy, and I’m 22. What about you?”
“Peter, and I’m 23. You sure you’re ready for this?”
Marcy looked up at him, noting that he had the gray eyes her Secret Admirer promised, “Ready for what?”
In answer, Peter kissed Marcy, his tongue pushing at her lips until she opened them. Marcy wanted to fight Peter, tell him to stop, but the kiss felt too good.
Peter then stopped, “For that, and more, Marcy. Are you ready to give me something I can’t handle?”
Their kisses left Marcy breathless, so she could only nod. Peter smiled and went back to kissing her. He slouched down, grabbed two helpings of her ass, and picked her up. Instinctively, Marcy wrapped her legs around Peter, never breaking contact with his lips. Peter’s hands moved under Marcy’s skirt and caressed the cheeks left uncovered by her thong underwear. He had no problem carrying the small girl, so he held her up with one hand and moved the thong to the side with the other, letting his fingers travel over her heated pussy.
“God, that feels good, Peter,” Marcy said between kisses.
“That’s just the start, Marcy,” Peter said and he walked them both to the back wall of the bike shop. When Marcy’s back made contact, Peter pinned her to the wall and then moved his lips down her neck and into the valley between her breasts. “I need to taste your tits, Marcy,” he said and ripped the blouse over her head. Marcy’s bra quickly followed, and Peter squeezed one breast while sucking on the other.
“Mother Fucker that feels good!” Marcy yelled. Peter kept up his attack by moving down her body with kisses and light love bites. When he got to her pussy, Peter swung Marcy’s legs over his shoulders, holding her against the wall. His tongue deftly moved the tiny fabric of her thong out of the way, and slipped inside her.
“YESSSS! That’s what I need!” Marcy exclaimed. Her mind was filled with passion and desire, but a small voice kept wondering who was this stranger. As Peter’s tongue flicked over her clitoris, that voice finally shut up completely. Her hands clawed at Peter’s hair, shoving his head closer to her cunt. Peter slid his tongue into her as far as he could and used his nose to stimulate her clit.
When the orgasm hit, Marcy couldn’t say anything, couldn’t even scream. It was too powerful. It made her body go rigid, including her hips, which pushed hard against Peter’s face. Marcy’s eyes were shut tight, but she still thought she saw a flash of light. When the climax subsided, Peter gingerly put her feet on the ground and stepped back from her.
Marcy looked at the man who had given her the most powerful orgasm of her young life with hungry eyes. Peter wiped her juices off his face and returned the look.
“You ready for round two, Marcy? Or have you had enough?” Peter asked.
Marcy rolled her eyes, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Peter popped the button of his black jeans and eased the zipper down, freeing his fully erect cock. Marcy’s eyes widened at its width. “Are you sure?” Peter asked.
In answer, Marcy turned around, bent over and flipped her skirt up to expose her ass, and braced herself against the building, “Get to it, fucker. I don’t have all night.”
Peter moved in behind her aimed his cock at her pussy and said, “Yes you do.” He steadily fed his dick to her cunt.
“Oooohhhhhh,” Marcy said as Peter entered her, “that feels great.”
Peter had to agree. He was getting a kick out of Marcy. Yes, she was only a year younger than him, but Peter had packed a lot of sex in that year. He had fucked louder, hotter, wetter, and tighter women than her, but none of them had as much spirit as her. Peter increased his speed and force to the point that he was shaking the building that Marcy was leaning against.
“Fuck me! Harder! Keep going, you asshole! I’m going to come again!” Marcy yelled, and then she jerked in her second climax of the evening. Her eyes were open this time, so she saw the flash of light come from behind Custard King.
“What was that?!” Marcy yelled.
Peter didn’t slow for a second, “Your second orgasm, Marcy. And in about a minute my first one will follow.”
“No, I’m talking about the flash of light! Did you see it?” Marcy asked.
Peter didn’t answer, he was too close. Three more stroked deep inside Marcy, and Peter exploded. He gave one, two more thrusts as his cock emptied. Then they both saw the third flash of light.
“There it is again! Is someone watching us?” Marcy asked.
Blake and Kayla walked out of the shadows, “Yes, Marcy. We both were. And,” Blake held up his camera, “we also documented your experience.”
Marcy pulled herself off Peter’s dick, and searched for her blouse, “How dare you! You’re a fucking pervert!”
Kayla, “And you’ve been a mean spirited bitch who needed to get laid. Without Blake’s help, that wouldn’t have happened. And if you keep being mean to him, spreading your hate around campus, we will release these pictures all over the college.”
“You wouldn’t!” Marcy yelled, “Why Kayla? I thought we were friends!”
Kayla grabbed her friends shoulders, “We are, Marcy. But you have made Blake’s life a living hell and kept me from being with him. We needed to do something to make you stop.”
Marcy collapsed in Kayla’s arms, “So you set me up with a fake Secret Admirer? Got him to make fun of me and then give me a pity fuck?”
Peter stepped up, “Marcy, I am sorry I made fun of you. But I can tell you that there was no pity in what we just did. You an amazing lover. I don’t normally date, but I would definitely like to take you out some time.”
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“And I promise these pictures will never see the light of day,” Blake said, “and what happened here tonight will stay our secret as long as you just let me and Kayla be from now on. Deal?”
Marcy backed away from Kayla and nodded, “Okay. I get it. But I have a warning for you Blake. You make my girl cry, and I’ll come after you. Pictures or no pictures. Understand?”
“I got it, and thanks Marcy,” Blake said. He wrapped his arm around Kayla’s shoulders and they walked back to the front of the Custard King. Minutes later, Peter and Marcy joined them, fully dressed.
The next day, Blake filled in Bob and Deborah about what had happened. Deborah had written the messages in the pink envelopes, and Bob had placed the teddy bear on Marcy’s front doorstep and convinced the florist to give out the roses.
“Sounds like it all worked out for Marcy and Peter,” Deborah said, “what about you and Kayla?”
Blake blushed, “We are doing well, and have a date for Friday night. I’m not rushing anything, but I am ready if she is.”
Bob smiled, “Good answer. Take your time.”
“I do have one thing to confess,” Blake said.
Deborah eyed the young man, “Oh really, and what is that?”
“Well, I didn’t tell Kayla that you and Bob had anything to do with it, but she knows I had help. She’s wondering if you can help any other couples get together?”
Deborah and Bob gave the boy a quizzical look. Then Deborah asked, “What, like we would become Secret Admirer Helpers?”
Blake’s eyes brightened, “Yeah! Exactly! What do you say?”
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