Oi! Explicit Sexual Content Contained In This Chapter, M8!

(If you were enjoying the story and thought "gonna get steamy" meant something else, my apologies.)

Jackie pounced, pinning Marco to the bed. Before he could even register what was happening, Jackie lunged her head down and forced her tongue into his mouth. Marco gave into temptation right away, opening his mouth to give her easier access. Their tongues battled for dominance. Almost like a wrestling match. As their organs tussled, Marco felt a firm hand start to rub against the bulge in his jeans. Marco's body jolted under the body of his assailant and moaned softly into Jackie's mouth.

Wasting no time, Jackie parted from their kiss and scooted her body down the bed, getting easy access to Marco's jeans. Jackie's half-lidded eyes stared directly into Marco's, as she slowly began to undo his trousers. Jackie grabbed the waist of his pants, and pulled them off of his body, taking his boxers with them. When that was taken care of, Jackie turned her body away from him and moved to straddle Marco's belly. Jackie grabbed Marco's cock, and slowly slid his foreskin back. Marco clenched his eyes hard, from both the unfamiliar sensation and the torturous speed in which she moved at. Before long, Jackie was stroking his bare Johnson with both hands, while Marco moaned unconsciously.

Jackie suddenly stopped her movements, causing Marco to open his eyes and look down. Jackie stood at the edge of the bed, still shooting him with that half-lidded gaze. She grabbed Marco by the ankles, and pulled his body to the edge of the bed. His legs now dangling off the bed, Marco sat up. Jackie was on her knees. No. She parted his legs and scooted closer to his manhood. She couldn't be. She grabbed him by the base of his cock, holding the foreskin back, and began to lean forward, opening her mouth. Marco shut his eyes again, as he felt the warmth surround his dick. Jackie somehow managed to take his entire length, before moving her head back, just enough to leave the tip in her mouth, and plunging the whole thing back in. Marco's eyes were still shut tight, but he was genuinely impressed. Curious to see what Jackie Lynn Thomas going down on him looked like, he slowly opened his eyes to take a peek. His eyes then shot open. Marco was frozen, the blood drained from his face. This wasn't Jackie sucking him off. This girl had long, blond hair, a light blue dress, and on her cheeks…

Hearts

Marco's body jolted from his sleep, causing him to fall off of the couch. Marco felt the familiar wetness in his pants. He sighed out of frustration. Fantastic. Another wet dream. But this time, he didn't have any clean boxers. Fortunately, it didn't seem to have seeped through his boxers, too much. Marco decided that the best course of action would be to commando, for the rest of his stay. Marco removed his jeans and his boxers, used the boxers to wipe off any unwanted residue on his body, and slipped his jeans back on.

The room was dark, very dark. The only light was the dim glow of the moonlight through the fake windows, and the gentle, flickering glow of the fake fireplace. Marco checked his phone... 4 A.M.

He began to recollect on the dream he just had. The details were fuzzy, but there was one thing that Marco remembered vividly. Star… with her lips around his… No. no, he was probably just remembering it wrong, he had to be! But the image in his head was so clear, so confident. Could it really have happened? Could Star have really been in his wet dream?

Wait. Where was Star, anyway? She probably woke up earlier and went upstairs to sleep in her sleeping bag. It was a little weird for her to just leave without him, but she probably didn't want to wake him. Yeah, that makes sense… Where was the laptop? Marco checked around the floor. It didn't fall off. It was right here!

Marco scanned the room for the missing object. His gaze was drawn to Star's closet door. He could see a faint amount of light peering out from the door's wooden, blind-like slits. Marco didn't know what this was. Maybe it was Ludo. Maybe he found a loophole in the dimensional barrier, and he was opening a dimensional tear in Star's closet. As unlikely as that was, Marco couldn't take the chance. He silently crept to the closet door and slowly cracked it open. Juuuust enough to get a decent look of the room.

Marco's eyes widened.

'Close it close it close it close it close it!' Marco screamed in his head. But, he didn't. He couldn't. He was frozen.

There she was. Star Butterfly, sitting on the floor, legs spread, and eyes glued to the glow of his laptop's monitor. One hand propping her up, the other massaging herself, under her bright pink panties. Marco had no right or justification for watching her, like this, but Marco could not tear himself away from that door. The screen was tilted away from the door, so he couldn't see what star was watching, but the light from the monitor gave Marco the perfect view of his bestie.

"Mmmmph." She moaned, clearly holding back, as much as she could manage.

As messed up as this was, Marco couldn't lie to himself, this was incredibly hot. Star closed her eyes as her motions began to speed up, her moans became shorter and quicker, before stopping entirely. Star took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She withdrew her glistening hand from her undergarments, and gave her drenched fingers a few licks, before slipping off her panties, entirely.

Marco couldn't hold back any longer. He slid his hand under his jeans and began to touch himself. Small, simple movements. Nothing to get him off, just something to keep his buddy downstairs satisfied.

Star grabbed her wand with her left hand and spread her lips apart with the right. She lined up the handle with her snatch before slowly sliding it inside. Star jumped a little, when it finally bottomed out inside her. Star brought her right, pussy-glazed, hand up to her mouth and gave it a few more licks, before using her left to start pumping the magical rod in and out of herself. Star's breath was heavy and her eyes were shut tight. With every inhale she took, there was a moan to follow it. Star began to pump even faster, now licking and suckling on her two right fingers, with no shame. "Mmmph! Mnnko…" Star moaned, her voice muffled by the fingers in her mouth. Star's body jolted a bit, as Star let out a short, high-pitched cry. Her right hand left her mouth and joined her left, in pumping the wand into her. "O-Oh! Oh-ho-ho! Mmmhmhm…" She was definitely getting close. "O-oh, Marco…"

M-MARCO?! Marco nearly fell backwards. She said Marco, right? No, he… he must be hearing things.

"Mmmmph, Marco, yes!"

W-was she thinking… about him…?

The shock somehow managed to knock the sense back into the hormone fueled boy. Marco silently closed the door, walked up the spiral staircase, and hid himself away in his sleeping bag.

(So, you're finally showing your true colors. Aren't cha, Jim? Ya sick fuck.)