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Chapter 3.2
A Spoonful of Sugar...
"Are you serious?" Jackie asked, a crazed, worried look in her eyes and a fairly prominent blush crossing her cheeks. "You guys heard me...like...all the way in Star's room?"
"Yeeeup." Janna took the liberty of replying. "Seems like the two 'o you shared a pretty wild ride."
"Yeah. From the sounds of it, it sounded like you were riding a warnicorn in there...or fighting one...or something." Star commented this time. She did her best to hide her jealousy, as did Janna.
The three little ladies were chuckling and poking at each other from across the table in the middle of the food court. The conversation had gone on, most of the afternoon, discussing various subjects, such as the possibility of surfing tomorrow and Britney Wong's latest snubs, but, the topic of Marco was definitely inevitable.
"So, is he, like...good?" Janna prodded.
Jackie nearly choked while sipping her soda through a straw. Her eyes immediately shot away from the girls. She said nothing. She only clamped a smile over her straw.
"He's thaaat good?!" Star feigned her ignorance, since she KNEW he was that good, having spied the whole session with Janna all night.
"He's a...well...ladies..." Jackie looked down and to the side now, trying to assemble her statement correctly. "...He's a rockstar."
Janna and Star howled with laughter, causing Jackie to giggle through her embarrassment.
The conversation went on, with Jackie explaining that, even though she's known a few other guys in the same sense, this is the first time she felt she had sex with someone who could steer her ship. Not only in terms of knowhow, but, he also had a generous tool for the job.
Somewhere within this talk, Jackie began zoning out a bit. She was indeed hanging on to every word, every detail that Jackie was sharing, but, to her, it was getting a little too vivid. She felt as if her body was reliving the experience, not as herself, but, as Jackie. She started imagining, even hallucinating a bit, seeing Marco warmly smile before her as he touched and explored her body. She felt his kiss and hot, wandering tongue plant and stroke all over, as if she was naked and exposed in the middle of the food court, yet, she knew she was still fully clothed. She was somewhat conscious of herself, but, she only noticed after a while that she was breathing rather heavily. Thankfully, Star and Jackie were too embroiled in their conversation to notice. She was getting so hot and bothered that she soon stood to excuse herself. "Uh, I'll be right back. I gotta use the lady's room." she said, and began rushing off to relieve herself...in more ways than one.
While she ran, however, she saw the oddest thing. There was a cloaked figure in an upper deck of the mall that appeared to be staring down at her. She couldn't see quite clearly, since she was in such a hurry, but, she swore it was strumming something that looked like a lyre and the flash of a smile was upon what she could see of its face. She stopped a moment to look and see if she saw what she thought she was, but, it was gone by then. She wrote it off as another trick her mind was playing on her and then continued to break for the restrooms.
Meanwhile, in said upper deck of the mall, Marco had repositioned himself across the way, just in time to see Janna disappear into a service hall where the lady's rooms were. He thusly began to strum just a little bit harder and took every pleasure in knowing he was absolutely driving Janna up the wall.
Janna broke through the door of a large, comfortable, unisex restroom. It was carpeted, clean, and she had it all to herself. She swiftly locked the door behind her, pressed herself against the closest wall for support, and then began letting loose, huffing and puffing her heated frustrations out of her lungs while her hands began sensually stroking all over her love-starved body.
"Hhhhohh ghahhhd, Marcohhh..." Janna groaned as she began grabbing and slowly scrubbing circles into her clothes. She fondled her tiny yet pronounced, budding breasts through her shirt, giving careful and deliciously sensitized attention to her almost painfully stiff nipples. She imagined that these were Marco's hungry hands swirling and feeling about them, as she could do no more than entertain her wants and needs of him. Honestly though, she wanted nothing more. She continued her journey, stroking downward, over her love handles, and then palmed a firm, warming stroke down her thighs and past her knees. On the return upward, she teased herself farther by letting the heels of her palms and her tickling fingertips gently rake up her thighs and playfully pull up the edges of her skirt. Her sensitizing digits just barely stroked across her inner thighs and danced at the boundaries to her nether regions, giving so much pleasure to her overly attentive body that she felt she'd explode. After recovering into a full stand, her wandering fingers and palms began dipping and sliding into the confines of her clothes, in an attempt to ease the fire within her body, which was already feverishly hot to the touch. She slid her hands all over her belly, grabbed at her tender breasts and stiffened nipples, and soon began dipping southward, into her skirt, finally slowly plunging into her panties, and grinding her fingers into her hot, moistening womanhood. She could practically see him there, teasing...tonguing...and kissing all over her juicing labia while a free hand grabbed and squeezed at her tiny, tasty, budding titties. "Hhhahh...hhhahhh...yeah, Marcohh...eat me up like that." she gasped, spreading her legs widely for him and surrendering herself to his perceived mouth. She stroked, she swirled, she rubbed hard into herself, but still, it was not enough to get her off. She was practically juicing all over her legs, but, there was little she could do to cool the flames inside of her. She felt, rightfully so, that she was cursed or that a virus had infected her, and that the only cure...was Marco.
Marco had stowed away into some dark, secluded corner of the mall, his phone before him as he cradled a lyre within his right arm. He was watching Janna through some kind of demon app, provided by Tom, and was gleefully tickling her string, flicking it as if his fingers were vigorously 'accessing' her clitoris. "Boy, she is going at it." Marco giggled.
"Holy crap, is she ever." Tom replied. Apparently, he was enjoying the view too.
They both watched as Janna hopelessly teased and swirled a finger into her clit and made herself gush like a garden hose. She tried and tried, but, through his actions, Marco kept her, literally, strung up, tightly so, and she could do nary a thing to ease her hot, lustful torment, so long as Marco had his fingers on her heartstring.
"You just gonna keep playing with her like this?" Tom asked, hoping he'd say anything but yes.
"Nah. I got something planned. I just wanna watch her squirm, first, heheh." Marco replied.
"Damn, buddy. What the hell'd this chick do to you?"
"Oh...lotsa things." Marco replied, oddly smiling now as he mentally recounted Janna's misdeeds. "But it aaaaall seems worth it, now, heheheh."
Tom laughed heartily in reply.
Just then, a little beep began sounding off on Marco's phone. "Uh oh." he said, "I guess the girls are getting a bit worried about her and are going to check up on her. Time to finish up!"
With that, Marco began to ferociously pluck and play at Janna's string, driving her absolutely insane with waves of heat and lust, until she gave a final gush and dropped down to the ground from the heavy climax.
"Brutal, man." Tom commented, making them both laugh.
"I'll catch ya laters, buddeh. I got some sniping to do, heheheh." Marco said and began gathering himself up to go.
"Alright. Go get 'em, tiger." Tom replied, causing them to chuckle a little more.
Janna was somehow able to clean herself up, wipe and dry herself off, and then bump into the girls in the service hallway, just as they were closing in to check up on her.
"You alright, girl?" Jackie asked. "You were taking a bit long in there."
"Huh? Oh, no! I was just...um...sodaaa...chilidog...yeah, you know how it goes." Janna replied with some undeniable jitters in her voice, making it a little hard for the others to believe.
Star went ahead and prodded at her with a playful stick. "Are you suuuuure? 'Cause me and Jackie thought that, maybe, her stories about Marco were kinda gettn' to ya..."
"Were not!" Janna snapped, a wide-eyed look of paranoia and a heavy blush rushing to her cheeks.
Jackie and Star began giggling up a storm, then. After realizing, thankfully, that Star was just joking, Janna calmed down. "I could say the same for you, Star..." she quickly retorted, giggling.
"Ough!" Star growled back and quickly swatted Janna with her wand. Despite the knot it might have given her, Janna only laughed in reply. She knew they'd evened up, especially after they both poked each other in a fairly tender spot, regarding Marco.
"Heheh, c'mon. We're gonna grab some swag at 'Sexy Thangs'. I could use a new tank top." Jackie said, and they were on their way.
"Oghh, we hate you, by the way, Jackie." Janna playfully commented, as they thankfully relieved themselves of the bleak atmosphere of the service hallway and reentered the sanctuary of the mall.
"Yeahhh. You're such a showoff, you boyfriend stealer!" Star added, in the spirit of the moment.
"Na-ahhh!" Jackie replied in the same spirit, fakely acting shocked at what the other two were saying and placing a widely sprawling hand above her heart, "I'm, like, and opportunist! He was available, so, I took the opportunity to take him!"
With the way the words tumbled out of Jackie's mouth, it made all three of them giggle incessantly.
"That's the understatement of the century!" Star added.
"And take him, you did!" Janna too chimed in.
"Jeez though, I can still, almost, feel him inside of me." Jackie commented with a slight shudder of delight.
"Yeah? Does it...hurt, or something?" Janna asked.
"No, it's not like that. He was gentle, after all...kinda." Jackie replied, causing them to laugh again.
"So, is it like, BIG, big?" Janna asked.
"I thought we talked...oh, right, you were in the little girl's room." Jackie began. "He's pretty gifted, I gotta say. He's like big enough for me to hold him with both my hands, on top of each other, and still have enough to fit in my mouth."
Despite being a little grossed out by Jackie's statement, Star and Janna were still fairly amazed by it.
"You did that?" Janna asked, then, she held herself from smacking her own forehead, since she knew exactly what Jackie did.
"No. I mean, we did a lot of things...most of the stuff he did to me, heheheh, but, I didn't do that." Jackie replied. Strangely enough, she started feeling like some kind of superstar, with all these questions being directed her way.
"Yeah? I wonder what that's like, though." Star commented.
"I know. Is it supposed to, like...taste...good, or..." Janna furthered.
"Are we seriously talking about sucking Marco's dick?" Jackie asked, holding back her laughter with a hand in front of her mouth. It didn't take long after that for all of them to start laughing again.
But then, the question about how it would feel and taste, having Marco's fabled manhood giving Janna's tight, spunky mouth a warm visit, began to resonate with her. 'Is it good,' she thought to herself, 'to have a guy trapped and pleasured in your mouth?'
Another unwelcome but somewhat pleasing surge of hot, unyielding lust began overshadowing Janna. Star and Jackie's conversation and even the mall around them seemed to dim, and, all Janna could think about was getting taken by Marco. She was getting hot...very hot.
"Uhh, how much farther to the store?" Janna suddenly broke into the other's stream of words and laughter.
"Oh, uh, not far." Jackie replied, taken off guard. "Why? You tired? We can sit for a little..."
"Nah, heheh." Janna replied, "I just, ehm...got my own shopping to do...uh...can't wait." This happened to be a complete and utter lie, since she despised the type of clothing that Jackie was after.
"Oh, hokay!" Jackie said, cheerily.
'Why?!' Janna replied in her mind, then. 'Because I'm gonna cream all over the mall floor, if I don't find a private spot to touch myself, soon! That's why!'
With every step she took, Janna's body kept getting hotter and hotter and her womanhood was growling for relief. She wanted to beg them to stop talking about Marco, and yet, she wanted to hear of nothing but him and what he could do to a woman, in the throes of passion.
When they finally got to the store, Janna, at first, stayed with the girls, aimlessly wandering farther and farther from them, and grumbling under her breath about how girly these clothes were. She was gathering random, clashing articles of clothing from various racks, some of which were either too big or too thin to fit her, and then, when she finally got out of sight from them, as it was a fairly large clothing store, she made a hurried dash towards the changing rooms. Thankfully, it was a large, private, lockable stall with a light and a bench. She hurriedly tossed the clothes to the back wall, closed and locked the door behind her and sat herself down on the bench to begin grabbing at herself.
...Unfortunately, however, this would have to wait.
For, just as she was starting to get into it, surface-wise and clothed, a bright hole tore open, mid air, within the room before her. From the depths of the portal, a strange, cloaked figure emerged, with a lyre cradled in its arms. It stroked a single string, in a set of four, and, strangely, the lyre made no sound.
The lyre itself made no sound, but, "Aghhh...!" was the tune that escaped Janna's lips, a hard, tortured groan made in lustful hunger, as the inner flesh of her womanhood's chambers rippled with want. "Oughhh...who are youhh?" she moaned, nearly begging in tone.
"...Hello...Janna." a boy's voice said. "...You've got something of mine."
After the boy eased off the strumming, he slowly reached up and slid the hood off his cloak, but, needless to say, Janna already knew who it was. The hood dropped onto his shoulders and the warm, satisfied, sinister smile crossing his face told Janna that she was in for it. She looked at him with worried, puppy dog eyes. "...Marco..." was all she said. Somewhere, however, deep within her darkest desires, she also felt that she was exactly where she wanted to be.
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