Marcie started laughing because it was exactly what he had told her when they started their unconventional relationship. “I remember you saying that over the phone when we first talked and now that you’ve seen me in person, you still think I’m cute, huh?”
“I think you are beautiful.” He kissed her once more. “Sweet,” he groaned, and kissed her again. “Too yummy for words. God, your lips taste so good.” She let him continue to devour her mouth and lips. God, she didn’t want him to stop. He gripped the side of her jeans and as she rubbed against him, feeling how hard he was. “You’ve got me so hard, Marcie, do you feel how hard you’ve gotten me?”
She nodded, looking at him, breathless and licking her lips to get some feeling back because he had nibbled and bitten them so much that she had almost lost all sensation. “Do you mind if I take him out? I would love to meet him in person after all this time.”
A smile crept across his lips as she moved back a bit to let him undo his pants. Marcie watched his cock come out from between the slit of his black boxer briefs, so thick and long as it wobbled back and forth a bit. Looking up at him with a smile, she softly ran her finger along his pre-cum coated tip. Jonathan watched her slowly lick and suck it off her finger. Marcie inched over towards him with a smile and said, “You know, you taste so sweet, baby.”
Jonathan smiled when he told her, “Take off your jeans, I’m going to fuck you right now and if they have a problem with you being late, fuck them too.” And, as quickly as he said that, Marcie found herself being gathered in his arms and carried to the bedroom.
“Jonathan, put me down, you can’t be carrying me like this, for Christ’s sake, you’re going to pull a muscle in your back carrying me like this.” When he got her into her bedroom, he let her fall onto the bed while he continued taking off her pants. She took off the rest of her clothes, throwing them down on the side of the bed. They soon found themselves naked and he slowly joined her in bed. He didn’t do anything at first, even though he just wanted to fuck her senseless at that moment.
“How many more minutes?” he asked, caressing her cheek.
Sitting up, she looked over Jonathan’s shoulder at her alarm clock. “Eight more minutes, I know that you had plans for Sunday and I’m just as anxious, but I don’t want to lose my job.”
Jonathan started to groan and growl as their foreheads came together, she knew he was as frustrated as she was.
“Now we have seven more minutes,” Marcie said running her fingers along his fully erect penis. He closed his eyes and groaned. “And I can’t have you going back to work with this incredible edible cock of yours wanting my attention. So lay back, baby, while I have some fun.”
He sucked in his breath as she quickly went down on him. The taste of pre-cum shot up in dollops deep inside her mouth as she relished the taste of his cock. She heard him mutter words underneath his breath that she couldn’t quite understand. It didn’t matter to Marcie, she was just happy to have him here with her and to finally taste him, touch him, hold him, and kiss him. All the things they had dreamed of doing, they were finally going to be able to get to do…together.
* * * *
He was happy to oblige her commands as he watched her sliding down towards his cock and positioning herself between his legs, her face only inches away. Her fingers were so delicate and soft against his cock. He sat up on his elbows and watched her. God, he had wanted her so badly to go down on him and finally she was here doing just that. Her full lips wrapped themselves around his tip, her tongue stroking it as well.
Jonathan watched in awe as her head bobbed up and down slowly, groaning as his cock disappeared in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were on him, watching his reaction. To see how far she could take him, he thought. It seemed to him that she was enjoying watching his expression and getting off on his reactions as much as he was getting off on how wonderful her mouth felt sucking on his cock.
“Oh, Marcie, don’t stop!” His hands ran through her hair, guiding her head in rhythm with his hips. He was just about to come. Jonathan hoped she would be able to handle him. He could feel her holding his waist down, something he’d never thought she could do. He wiggled underneath her and totally let go, moaning and holding down her head on his cock, pumping streams of come deep into her throat. She kept sucking him hard as he growled and shouted her name over and over again. It was as if she was sucking the life out of him but Jonathan didn’t mind, he was enjoying every bit of it as his fingers untangled from her hair. Her mouth slowly came up from his semi-erect cock. She came to the tip and sweetly she smiled at him. He started to chuckle. “Shit!”
Marcie continued laughing as she laid her head against his thigh then sighed contentedly as his hand ran along her cheek. They slowly sat up and he softly kissed her cheek, forehead, and finally her lips. “I’m picking you up Sunday and taking you home with me.”
* * * *
Marcie’s thoughts all the following day were of Jonathan.
She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to be with someone like him. All of her anxieties about what she thought was going to happen when they finally met had been washed away when he came through the diner door. He hadn’t lied to her like she’d feared and now, this handsome devil of a man was all hers and hers alone.
“I heard your friend came to see you yesterday,” Roy said with a smile on his face and she couldn’t help but smile herself.
“Yes, he did, he even brought me roses too,” Marcie said refilling his water glass.
“Well, I’m very happy for you, you deserve it. This is my last job before I head back on home, though.”
Marcie was not surprised. They had become fast friends and she was honestly going to hate to see him go back home. “Well, you’ll be missed a lot, we’re going to miss that smile of yours brightening up the place around here,” Marcie said with a wink that made him blush.
“Will you be here tomorrow?” he asked.
Marcie looked at him with a frown. “Tomorrow is my day off, remember? I’m spending it with Jonathan, when are you going back home?”
“Probably on Monday,” he said, getting out his wallet to pay for his tab.
“Just come by before you leave then.”
With a nod, Roy left the diner heading towards work.
“I honestly can’t believe that Jonathan looked so damned good, I know you must have had a heart attack yesterday when you saw him,” Lorraine told Marcie while they were waiting on their next order.
“You have no idea what in the world I was thinking, but yeah, a possible heart attack was one of the many things that were going on at that moment.” They both got a big laugh as Jerry peeked out and said, “Well, I can tell you this, honestly, it was about time you found someone. I agree with Mr. Jones. It shocked me that he was even able to smile and blush when you kissed him. But Marcie, you deserve some happiness in your life. I mean, look at me and Bertha, twenty-five years together and even though we fight constantly, we are still going strong, regardless.”
Both ladies had to laugh since as long as they could both remember, Jerry and Bertha’s fights always ended up with plenty of make-up sex. Marcie was just happy that all of the anxiety and worry about meeting Jonathan was done and gone and now she was ready for whatever adventure awaited her next.
* * * *
“Do you have all of that, Beth?” Jonathan asked his housekeeper, while he was jotting down figures on some papers. “Great, just make sure that everything will be ready for the time stated. I want everything to be perfect and make sure you guys give yourself a good tip. Thanks, Beth.” He had planned a sexually intensified evening with Marcie, something that would last until they both couldn’t handle it anymore. But, Jonathan couldn’t wait until Sunday. He thought he would stop by her job, grab something to eat and a little bit of sugar from his thick momma.
Jonathan had to pull around the corner from the diner since there were no good parking spots closer. When he got out, he had another bouquet of flowers fo
r her, something he was going to enjoy showering on her along with other things while they were together. As he started walking, he soon heard someone shout, “Hey, mister!”
He looked around to see where the voice was coming from, but didn’t see anybody. He heard once again, “Hey mister, I’m up here!” Looking up at the construction site, he saw someone waving down at him as he tried to shield his eyes from the sun.
“Hello, up there!” he shouted while squinting.
“Are you, Jonathan?” the voice asked, surprisingly.
“Who wants to know?”
“Wait, I’ll come down there!” And the head was soon gone from sight. He waited, wondering who was calling his name out. After about five minutes of waiting, a tall fella with dirty blonde hair came down and smiled as he took off his glove to shake hands. “Hi, I don’t know if Marcie told you about me, I’m Roy, a good friend of hers.”
So, this was the guy, Jonathan thought, shaking Roy’s hand. No wonder she couldn’t get enough of him that night. “Yeah, Marcie told me all about you. I was on my way to go and see her.”
“Oh, I know she’ll be happy to see you, I haven’t seen anybody as happy as she is.” he said.
“Well, thanks, Roy, but I am the lucky one to have found Marcie. I don’t know what I would do without her now that I’ve got her in my life. I don’t plan on letting her go.” When he said that, he saw a bit of sadness in Roy’s eyes and he knew he took a risk in hurting Roy by saying those words to him. He realized that this guy was in love with Marcie just like he was.
“Listen, I just wanted to say hey and thank you for making her happy and make sure that you keep her happy. I’m going to be leaving on Monday, going back home to my farm in Kansas.”
“A farm, huh, must be nice.”
“Yeah, I’m not much of a city fella, just a cowboy trying to make a little bit of money to get my farm started up. I had already sent off some money to my brother to get some things I needed and from what I’ve already heard, things are going just fine for when I get there on Monday. I honestly can’t wait to get back, but I do admit, I’ll miss Marcie.”
Jonathan could sympathize with him for he also had fallen deeply for Marcie, she had a way about her that made her so irresistible.
* * * *
“Can I have some more coffee, Marcie?” asked Mr. Jones, while still reading his paper.
Marcie brought him a hot pot of coffee and some cream. As she poured him another cup, she asked, “Anything interesting going on today, Mr. Jones?”
“Oh, they got those hooligans who robbed that store, come to find out they had robbed about five other stores besides this one. I swear kids these days. And, when I say they were kids, they were just that, teenagers,” he said, shaking his head.
Marcie smiled as she saw Jonathan walking through the door with a smile on his face and a bouquet in hand. “Why, hello there, what brings you here?”
Jonathan handed her the flowers and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’m here to have lunch plus bring you flowers to brighten up your day.”
“If you keep bringing me flowers like this, I’ll have a garden in my apartment soon. Come over to the counter and I’ll serve you.”
Grabbing the flowers from his hand, she walked with him to the counter. He sat down and she gave him his utensils before going in the back to put the flowers in water. When she came back, she saw those beautiful eyes of his dancing over the menu. God, she couldn’t believe that all of this man was hers now, how in the hell had she gotten so fucking lucky? “See anything you like?”
He said, “How about the club and can I get onion rings with that?”
Marcie shot him a shocked look.
“What?”
“Oh nothing, hon, it’s just that I normally order the exact same thing. Great minds think alike?” With a wink and a smile, Marcie left to give his order to Jerry. After dealing with her last customer, she decided to take her break so they both went over to the little table she shared with Lorraine for lunch.
“Don’t you have to go back in to work this evening?” she asked concerned.
“When you are your own boss, sweetheart, you can come and go as you please. I have the rest of the weekend off because I have plans with my girl. Do you have your bag ready for tomorrow?”
“Just getting some personal touches and I’ll be ready for you. But I have to ask, what do you have in store for me, Jonathan?”
A sly smile only made her the more curious as to what he had in store for her. “Never mind, I’d rather you surprise me instead because I figure by that smile that it must be good.”
He laughed, took her hand once more and kissed it softly while they sat there for a couple of more moments before it would be time for Marcie to go back to work.
Chapter Seven
When Jonathan picked her up on Sunday, it wasn’t in his regular car but rather a limo, something she hadn’t been in since her prom night. She lay in his arms while they drove to destinations unknown. He kissed and nibbled on her fingers. “You are having way too much fun with my fingers.”
Jonathan laughed and continued nibbling then wrapped his tongue around her knuckles, softly sucking. She enjoyed the feeling so much. Resting her head against his own, she closed her eyes and soon felt his lips softly kiss her own. Running her fingers through his dark brown hair, Marcie deepened the kiss as her tongue tasted his. His powerful hands gripped the side of her hips and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him. “God, you taste so yummy.” She started to grind against him.
Marcie smiled as he continued kissing and nibbling on her lips. He stopped. “Now baby, I think I’d better stop, we have all night and I have a lot planned for us.”
“Oh really, huh? Well, I can’t wait.”
Marcie ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. He held her softly in his arms, arms so big and strong that he could probably do whatever he wanted with them. But as for her, she felt safe in them during their drive. They soon arrived at his place. When the car stopped, they heard the driver get out, they quickly scrambled to get themselves in order. Jonathan went first as the car door opened and Marcie followed.
His place looked huge, too big for just one person to be staying in. It looked as if some kind of athlete lived there instead of Jonathan. “Don’t tell me you live here by yourself.”
Jonathan smiled while getting her things and took her hand and walked her to his front door. When he unlocked and opened it, Marcie was in for an even bigger shock when she saw how he had everything set up. They walked into the living room area where the mantel as well as the front of the fireplace was lined with candles and rose petals and a bunch of pillows were set in the middle of the room near a table laden with even more candles, some champagne, and glasses. It was too much for her to take in as she felt his arms around her waist and him kissing the side of her cheek. “Now, you can go and freshen up a bit in the bedroom over there. I know you will want to change into something nice for dinner. It’s the last door on the right.”
Marcie grabbed her bag from his hands as he swatted her butt. She looked at him all kinds of crazy as he laughed.
She found her way to his bedroom and to the bed where he would lay as he talked with her and where they would soon make love. It was huge, just like the rest of the house. It made her mouth and pussy wetter wondering what was going to be done in that bed.
After she’d gotten herself ready, Marcie quietly headed back into the dining room. She saw Jonathan lighting up the candles on the table one by one. When he looked up at her, he smiled sweetly as she walked his way.
She had bought the knit pattern dress from Ashley Stewart a couple of weeks ago even though she rarely went out. But, for their first night where they’d actually be together, it was a perfect outfit for her to wear. At least she would be able to walk around barefooted since they were going to be at home. Her hair hung along her shoulders in contrast to how she wore it up normally for work.
The dining roo
m table looked beautiful and she couldn’t wait to eat.
“My God, you look amazing, Marcie.” Jonathan smiled as she came up to him and he kissed her cheek while the smell of white musk radiated off of her.
“Thank you, and the food looks delicious, I’m starving for something different.”
“Well, I hope you enjoy what I have for us tonight, let me seat you, my dear,” Jonathan said. The couple ate and talked for the early part of the evening. Marcie didn’t want to eat too much, she knew what was going to happen later on and wanted to not have to worry about her stomach being too full while they made love.
“Let’s move over to the pillows and have some champagne and dessert.” He helped her up from her chair and they walked hand in hand towards the pit of pillows. She soon found herself ensconced in the deepness of the cushions. Jonathan opened the bottle and poured champagne into two glasses, gave her one, and started to pour some into the third glass he had.
“Why are you pouring another glass?” Marcie asked.
He pointed towards the hallway and she looked over her shoulder, shocked when she saw who was coming through. The man walked through the doorway, wearing nothing more than a smile on his face. He walked over towards her as she got up. “Roy? What are you doing here?” But before she could get an answer from him he quickly took her into his arms, kissing her forcefully as she looked into his eyes. She wanted to know why he was here at Jonathan’s house, naked.
* * * *
When Roy had talked with Jonathan that day they first met, he had to admit that he was pretty apprehensive about even going up to the guy. He remembered the day when one of his coworkers had pointed out that something was going on at the diner. When he went down to see what was going on, he saw a bunch of little kids from the nearby Catholic school holding flowers and going inside one by one. He realized that the man giving them the flowers must have been the Jonathan that Marcie had told him about. He just wanted to give him congrats for finally getting together with Marcie. But deep down inside, he knew he had honestly fallen deeply for this woman, ever since that first day when she’d taken his order at the diner. Now, she had fallen for someone else. They had started to talk in front of Jonathan’s car that day he stopped him. It was during the conversation he knew that this man could sense how he was feeling.
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