Cabin Fever: Parting Shot - Extract 1

Extract 1

It took Paul a moment to notice her slipping through his doorway. Once he did, though, his reaction was predictable shock, which seemed to double when he noticed how provocatively she was dressed.

"Marcy?" he quietly acknowledged her, as he clumsily plucked the headphones from his ears.

Marcy closed the door softly behind her, not wanting Bert to overhear their conversation. Her little psychological tete-a-tete with Bert had steeled her nerve. But now, she had to make this work! For the first time, she considered the possibility that Paul might be unwilling to put her up for the night. That would mean she'd have to endure the anticlimactic indignity of slinking back out of Paul's room, to find somewhere else to sleep, all with Bert watching.

"It's been a really fucked up night. I don't want to sleep in the same bed with Jeff," she told him candidly. "Can I spend the night with you?"

Marcy had the chops to sweet-talk pretty much any favor she could want out of a guy. But she was too tired for mind games right now, so she decided to just wing it with plain honesty. It would either work or it wouldn't.

Paul stared at her in silence for a few seconds, seemingly still dumbfounded that she was standing there, in his bedroom, in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but scantiest of night-wear.

"Uh... uh... yeah! Yeah! Of course! Sure!" Paul babbled.

"Thanks!" Marcy flashed him a weary but sincere smile. She brushed a messy tendril of her hair behind her back as she approached the bed.

"Let me just..." Paul muttered as he hastily gathered up a couple of CD cases that were scattered on the mattress and stashed them in the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. He began shuffling over to the far side of the bed, to make room for her. Marcy climbed aboard.

"You know, if you want the bed, I can go..." Paul began.

"Yeah. By 'spend the night', I mean 'sex,'" Marcy clarified in a straightforward manner, as she simultaneously threw her right leg over his to straddle him. Without even waiting for a response, she pressed her lips firmly upon his. It was a sensual, gentle kiss, which concluded with her sucking upon his upper lip as she drew back.

"Still cool?" Marcy checked, with a casual air that probably amazed Paul.

Several seconds of silence followed. Marcy didn't push Paul for an answer; she knew it would come in due time. She deduced from his troubled expression that there was more to his hesitation than just shock. Something inside was telling him to say, "No." That didn't bother Marcy. After all, the killjoy side of her own mind had told her not to do this, too.

Ultimately, Marcy's offer proved to be one Paul couldn't refuse.

"Yeah... Sure!" Paul agreed, with a goofy enthusiasm that was kind of cute.

"Great!" Marcy mewed with a broad grin. Her body was already revved up. If Paul had refused her, it would have been... annoying, to say the least.

They kissed again, this time with Paul fully engaged. The kisses grew longer and more amorous. Paul fumbled with his CD player in a frantic effort to collect it from his lap and stow it in the drawer along with the CDs he'd previously cleaned up. In his haste, he jammed the headphones in the drawer without noticing.

The instant his hands were free they swooped on to the shapely bulge where her negligee flowed over her ass. His fingers dug in and coursed effortlessly over the smooth purple satin.

Marcy carefully pulled his shirt off. Paul responded in kind, stripping her of her negligee, leaving her completely naked. She could see the animal wash over him as he found himself face-to-face with her superb tits once more. He all but forgot about the ass he'd been squeezing so affectionately and immediately devoted both hands to playing with them. Even his lips seemed to lose interest in hers and after a few half-hearted kisses, they departed to suckle upon her cheeky little nipples. Though they soon returned for more kisses and they came with greater passion than before.