“I’ve got a problem, Carl?” she answered coquettishly.
I started to suspect what the problem was. “Well, I’d love to help you. What’s the matter?”
“Well, remember when you told me I might get an itch?”
“It’s a serious problem. Is that what’s the matter?”
“Uh, huh. What should I do?” she asked innocently. Her face wasn’t looking innocent at all. More like Cleopatra eyeing Julius Caesar for the first time, or Eve looking at Adam’s apples!
“We’ll need some hand lotion…” I started.
“I have a bottle of Jergen’s!”
“Perfect.” Marilyn popped up and pulled a large plastic tube of Jergen’s out of her bag and handed it to me. Then I pulled my frat shirt off, and started undoing my pants. “Now, you need to get undressed, so I can work the areas of irritation properly.”
Marilyn smiled and peeled off her sweatshirt. “So why are you getting undressed?”
“I don’t want my clothing to irritate your skin.” Marilyn snorted at that and stripped off her jeans. I sat back down on the beanbag chair. I wasn’t completely erect, but I wasn’t soft either. I had her sit down in front of me, and lean back against me. I picked up the tube of lotion and flicked open the top. I brought my hands around in front of her. “Now, make sure and tell me if what I’m doing is helping.”
Marilyn’s nipples were already stiff with anticipation, and I could detect a trace of musk as well. She gave me a weak, “Okay.” and settled back.
I squirted some lotion on Marilyn’s tits, and that earned me a giggle. “I think my itch is lower.”
I simply set the tube down again and began working the lotion into her breasts. “It’s necessary to start from the top down. Of course, this can cause that itch to actually increase, but it’s very important to do it this way.” Marilyn’s nipples were like little erasers under my fingers, hard and rubbery, and every time I touched them she would squirm and murmur happily. “Trust me, I’m a scientist.”
“Maybe a mad scientist!” she giggled.
I had to smile at that. I remembered when Maggie followed in my footsteps and became a chemist. She had sent me a tee shirt that said, ‘We’re not mad scientists! We’re just enthusiastic!’ “Merely an enthusiastic scientist.” I caressed her breasts some more. “Is that itch getting worse?”
“Yes…” she answered softly.
I took her hands and brought them up to her breasts. “You keep working here. I’ll go to the next phase.”
“Hurry!”
I squirted some more lotion into my left hand, and then brought my fingers down to her pussy. Marilyn gasped as I began working the lotion all over her puffy little pussy. “Is that helping?” I asked.
“Uh huh…” she whimpered. Her back was arching and she was squirming around on the beanbag in front of me. By now my cock was as hard as steel.
I took her hands from her breasts and moved them between her legs. She immediately started rubbing her greasy slit and her clit. “You need to do this treatment every night. Do you ever do this at home?” I teased.
“It’s better when you do it with me,” she gasped.
“You need to do it more than that.” I was rubbing her greasy tits while she fingerfucked herself madly. “Every night!” I ordered.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her rump up. Marilyn got the message and lifted up enough so that she could sit back down on me. She used her hands to guide my cock into her from behind and then slipped down on me reverse cowgirl fashion. It was like my dick had just been dumped into a hot and greasy soup. I moved her hands back between her legs and ordered her to get the both of us off. She was bouncing on my cock and keening out a lovely tune of orgasm.
“Oh, God!” I gasped, and then I pulled down on her hips, driving my cock into her as far as it could go. Her back arched as I spewed upwards into her, and I could feel her twitching and shuddering as she came also. I pumped a load into her, and kept pumping until I felt myself become too sensitive, and then I sagged back into the beanbag with my beloved laying on top of me.
“Oh, Carl!” she murmured dreamily.
That roused me enough to respond. “I told you I knew how to cure that itch.”
“I’m going to need a few more treatments later on.”
“Yeah!” I gasped. Like after my heart got restarted. The beanbag was going to need a good cleaning! We lounged there for a few minutes and then took a nap.
We slept for almost two hours, and when we woke I began to have serious doubts about my ability to set a new world’s record for screwing with Marilyn. It seemed much more likely I was going to end up dying with a smile on my face.
Marilyn came to life as I roused myself. Her long brown curls were a mess around her head, and she looked at me with one eye open and the other eye covered, like a new Veronica Lake. “I really needed that nap.”
“You’re wearing me out,” I replied.
“I told you this was better that running laps and exercising.”
I had to smile at that. I had skipped running the last few days and spent them with Marilyn. It didn’t do much for my muscles, but it was very aerobic. “I’ll recommend it to the army. You want to show them the proper technique?”
She screwed up that pretty nose and said, “Yuck!”
I stumbled upright and grabbed my pants. The smell of sex and sweat was prevalent in our small room. We were going to have to do another load of laundry before Joe ever came back from Jersey. “Do you want a shower before we go out?” I asked.
“Good idea.” Marilyn climbed to her feet and grabbed my robe. I was going to have to buy her a robe for here, but maybe not like my terry cloth. Maybe something in a very sheer and slinky satin. That would be a nice little Christmas present.
We were dressed and down the stairs inside of an hour. Marilyn wore that little denim skirt I loved and her heels and a tank top, and I really considered taking her back upstairs and screwing ourselves into starvation. Swayzack was down in the living room, and I informed him that he and the guys were going to have to fend for themselves tonight. He cast an appreciative eye over Marilyn and then simply smiled and nodded. I took her hand and we walked out to her car. She tossed me the keys and five minutes later we were inside the Italian place in the Price Chopper plaza.
I helped Marilyn off with her parka and she stretched lazily, an act that did amazing things with her tank top, since she was braless beneath it. In many ways she had no idea just how good she looked. “I’m hungry!” she told me.
I dragged my eyes from her cleavage and nodded. “Pizza or something different?”
“Pizza’s good.” She sat down after I pulled out her chair, and then I sat down at the table opposite her. A waitress came out to ask for our orders, and I ordered a pepperoni pizza and a couple of mugs of beer.
“You need to come to the house for Christmas,” she started.
“There are many things I need to do, and that ain’t on the list,” I replied.
“You can’t run away from this.”
“I can think of very few good things which will result from this, and many bad things. Let it alone.”
“What bad things?” she pressed.
I looked at her for a second. “They could ban you from seeing me. That would be a very bad thing.”