Wednesday, November 9th
Look, George, Lorraine wants to go with you. She really does! She just... doesn't know it yet." Marty said as he followed George to his back yard. George began putting the laundry up on the wire.
"I've never picked a fight in my entire life." George replied.
"Look, you're not gonna be picking a fight, Dad... Dad-Dad-Daddy-O." Marty said hastily. "Let's go over the plan again. So, eight-thirty where are you going to be?"
"I'm gonna be at the dance." George replied.
"And where am I gonna be?" Marty asked.
"You're going to be in the car with her..." George replied, putting another piece of clothing on the line.
"Right, so right around nine o'clock she's going to get very angry with me." Marty said, thinking about what he has to do.
"Why would she get angry with you?" George asked, confused.
Marty felt his face flush. "Because, George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them." Marty bit his lip.
George realized what Marty was insinuating. "Oh! Oooh! You-you mean you're going to touch her on her-" George held up a bra, gesturing at it.
"No, no, no listen, George it's just an act! Okay? So around nine o'clock you're walking through the parking lot, you see us... struggling in the car. You walk up, you open the door and you say..." Marty paused, waiting for George to talk. "...your line, George!"
"Oh! 'Hey you! Get your damn hands off her!'" George repeated back to him. There was a short pause. "You really think I oughta swear?" George asked.
"Yes. For God's sake George, swear." Marty told him. "Everything's gonna be fine."
Marty had just finished telling George his plan for Saturday, and, subsequently, Doc, who had allowed Marty to relax for the rest of the day. He flopped down onto the couch. It had been a wild few days. Eyeing the dirty magazine in Doc's briefcase he had seen earlier, he looked left and right before sneakily grabbing it. He opened it up and a perverse grin began forming on his face as he flipped through the pages. He had received plenty of attention from Lorraine the last few days, but a little bit of self-loving sounded tempting right now.
Rather unwisely, he decided that it wouldn't do any harm to mess around a bit out in the open. He thought Doc was busy doing... whatever, so he flipped through the pages while kicking back on the couch. Shamelessly, he started to undo his fly, but then...
"OH MY GOD!" Marty jumped as Doc exclaimed, walking into the room and seeing Marty about to get busy.
"Holy shit!" Marty exclaimed back, not expecting anybody. He threw the magazine back into the briefcase and hastily covered himself up, even though he hadn't removed any clothing.
"You really should learn that you do that kind of stuff alone!" Doc scolded him. Marty's face was flushed red. This was embarrassing.
"Y-yeah, sorry. I thought you were... busy." he answered, looking away.
"I wasn't, but that doesn't mean that you should be!" Doc retaliated. Marty shook his head.
"Okay, okay! Whatever. Do you need something?" he asked, shaken. That had quickly ruined the mood. However, he couldn't ignore the feeling he had between his legs.
"Well, not anymore. I'm going to go work on the fine details of our plan for you to get back to your time, so I guess I'll leave you to... whatever." Doc said, turning back around and walking away. Marty grumbled and watched his older friend go into the garage. Suddenly, he heard a knock at the front door. Apparently Doc was too far away to have heard it, so Marty curiously got up and went to answer it.
Cracking the door open to cover his modesty, his eyes were met with the sight of a well groomed young Lorraine, who smiled at him. There was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Marty gulped. Oh, she looked so tantalizing right now. "Oh. Uhh, L-Lorraine, what are you doing here?" Marty asked nervously, trying to keep his composure. Lorraine batted her eyelashes at him.
"I just wanted you to come over again..." she said sweetly. The way she looked at him... Marty bit his lip. This was the worst possible time she could drop by. Marty knew her intentions were anything but innocent.
"Again?" he asked. He looked around nervously. "...Are your parents gone again?" he asked suspiciously. Lorraine smiled at him, realizing he knew what she wanted to do with him. She giggled.
"No, not this time." she said, inching closer to him. He could feel her hot breath on his neck. "But we can be quiet... if you catch my drift." she grinned at him, looking at him with half lidded eyes. Marty had let his guard down and opened the door quite a bit. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. Marty gulped. Lorraine pressed herself up against him, and chills went up his spine. It was very apparent to her what was going on below his waist. "Oh... you're already so happy to see me." she purred, staring into his eyes. He averted his gaze, blushing.
"N-no, I was just-" he couldn't finish his sentence. He didn't know what to say. "L-look. If your parents are home I can't come over, okay?" he told her, trying to take authority on the situation again. Lorraine giggled at him.
"Well then, why don't we have a little fun here?" Lorraine asked, smiling at him. Marty swallowed. His body as telling him yes. He couldn't deny himself, but at the same time, Doc was still here. What would happen if he got caught?
"Y-yeah, well, my Uncle's here. If we get caught doing anything..." Marty looked back, hoping Doc wouldn't hear them talking. "He's not supposed to know you're here." Marty whispered.
"Oh... well, why don't we go somewhere... secluded?" Lorraine asked. Marty shook his head. He wanted to, oh so much, but he simply couldn't. He knocked the idea around in his head for a bit, thinking of where else they could go.
"I don't know where else we could go." Marty told her. He should have just said no, right there. But she was too beautiful, and his urges were taking him over.
"Why can't we just be quiet here?" Lorraine asked. Marty bit his lip. He supposed he could just tell Doc he was "busy" and not to bother him.
"A-alright. But be quiet, I'm going to tell him not to bother me..." Marty told her, breaking away from her grasp and towards the doorway to where Doc was. "Hey, Doc?" he yelled to him.
"What?" Doc called back.
"I'm uh, gonna... you know, so, uh, please don't bother me. Just a warning." Marty winced at his words. It was so embarrassing.
"Uh... okay." Doc replied back. Marty sighed and walked back to Lorraine. She smiled at him, and he just smiled back.
"Where should we go?" she asked. Marty sighed.
"I-I don't know... is the bathroom okay? What are you intending to do anyways?" Marty asked. he honestly didn't know what else she wanted from him. Unless she wanted to do it... Marty shook his head. He definitely couldn't do that.
"I guess that's fine." Lorraine replied. "And it's a surprise." she answered, winking at him. Marty swallowed nervously. "Surprise"? What did that mean? Did she want to suck his- Marty shook his head again. As great as that sounded, he wasn't sure if he would let her go through with something like that. The two made their way to the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Immediately, Lorraine joined her lips with Marty's, and he was hesitant, but a few seconds later he kissed hungrily back, moaning into her mouth as she unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed his chest. Marty resisted touching Lorraine, however, and instead just rubbed her back as she explored him. She went lower and began undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans.
"W-what do you plan on doing now? Don't get any ideas!" Marty told her. Lorraine just looked up at him seductively. Marty stared down at her. The way she was positioned made his stomach do flips. Those beautiful brown eyes looking up at him with a mixture of lust and innocence; however that happened.
"I want to try something else." she told him, which only raised further questions. 'something else'? Marty pursed his lips at her.
"What?" he asked. He knew in the back of his mind that he should stop right now. This was not okay. He was going to mess things up more than he already had. He gasped as Lorraine pulled his pants down. He was still shocked at how bold she was with her advances. He never dreamed she would be the one to take any initiative. But he supposed if she wanted him and he wasn't giving it to her, she'd get what she wanted herself. She began to pull his underwear down rather slowly. She seemed to be on edge, wondering what he'd look like down there. She had seen other guys before, but Marty was special to her so she only hoped for the best. As she pulled them down, his modesty was... well, no longer modest, to say the least. Marty just bit his lip and looked away in embarrassment.
"I-It's..." she started. Marty didn't look at her. What was she going to say? was he too small? "It's so big..." Marty mentally rolled his eyes. haha, very funny, stop trying to flatter me. Marty knew he wasn't the definition of 'big' in that respect. Sure, he wasn't small. Lorraine wrapped her right hand around him, making him gasp.
"It's really not..." Marty muttered. He hesitantly looked back down at her, seeing her eyes glisten with fascination at the way his body reacted to her ministrations.
"It is to me..." she answered back. Marty wondered, was he the first guy she had been with? If that were true then he could understand her thinking he was 'big'.
"I-it's only 7 inches... s-stop trying to flatter me." Marty replied. Hearing those words come out of his mouth were embarrassing as is. Yes, he hated to admit it, but one day he was curious enough so he decided to measure himself.
"W-well, I don't know if I can fit it..." Lorraine said softly. Marty looked down at her in disbelief. Was she really going to do it? Before he could ask her anything else, she greeted his head with her soft, wet tongue, and he groaned.
"I promise you don't have to do this..." he told her. She lapped at him tenderly and pulled away for a moment, looking back up. Marty felt like he could faint right there with the way she looked at him.
"but i want to. I want to make you feel good, Marty..." she said shyly, smiling up at him. Marty felt butterflies. She was just too sweet. She wasn't doing this for herself. She genuinely wanted to make him feel pleasure. Marty smiled back at her.
"oh... okay. Don't hurt yourself, okay?" he told her. If she couldn't take him all that was fine. He just wanted her to be happy. She nodded and returned her attention to his length, stroking him before she took his head into her mouth, making him moan. Her mouth... was something else. Marty tried his best to relax and focus on the feeling. It was exactly as his friends had described. Warm, wet, and tingly. Lorraine focused on sucking the tip while stroking him. Since it was the first time she had done anything like this, she tried not to take too much. Marty wondered to himself if that part of his body tasted like the rest of his skin. He was tempted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut and soaked in the feeling instead. He let out a soft moan when she took a bit more of him into her mouth, increasing the pressure and being wary of her teeth. Pulling away, she continued stroking him and looked up.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked. Marty thought about it. He hadn't had this done before, so he didn't know how how 'right' she was.
"It feels nice, so I guess so." Marty answered. Lorraine smiled giddily at him and went back to it, this time dragging her tongue along the side. Marty moaned in appreciation. "Ah... t-that's nice..." he muttered. Eventually she stopped doing this and went back to sucking him, this time trying to take more. She didn't go as far to having him in her throat as her gaga reflex would not have any of that, but she still tried valiantly. Marty threw his head back as she bobbed hers up and down on him, and he tried his best to keep quiet. This wouldn't keep his chest from heaving up and down as he gasped for breaths, however. Marty could feel his body reacting to her, and wanted to warn her. It seemed she could tell as well, because she pulled away and stopped touching him altogether. "huh? W-why'd you stop...?" he asked, a bit upset. She stared at his member and giggled, worrying him. "W-what?" he asked.
"Nothing. It's just... you're throbbing." she noted, making him blush harder.
"I- I was about to-" he started, but she came back up and interrupted him. Her eyes meeting his own, he shut his mouth.
"I know. I didn't want you to yet." she told him. Marty wondered if he was too fast. It was the first time he had that done, so he thought it was acceptable if he did cum just a little earlier than usual. He body ached for release, and he seemed to whine a bit.
"B-but I... why?" he asked. Lorraine giggled.
"You're so cute. I guess I'll let you if you want." she went back down. A part of her didn't want to, because she didn't really want a mouthful of his liquids. Marty nodded at her.
"Yes please..." he said, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. He was basically begging her now. He moaned happily when she wrapped her lips around him again, making him bite his lip. She bobbed her head back and forth rather hastily. it seemed like she was trying to get him to cum this time. Marty panted and moaned in bliss. He could feel that he was about to cum. The feeling kept building, and the pleasure began stacking, and before he knew it... "Ah- I-I'm...!" Marty told her before his words were replaced by several short burst of moaning. He released his sticky white liquids into her mouth, and she seemed to be trying to stand it. After several shots of liquid, he finished and she pulled away from him, and he was left panting as he stared down at her. He watched curiously as she neither swallowed or spit out his seed. Instead, she came up and grinned at him, and joined her lips to his, pushing his liquids into his own mouth, taking him by surprise. "Mm!" he moaned into her mouth in alarm, reluctantly swallowing his own cum. He never expected her to do that. She pulled away and rubbed her mouth.
"I hope you liked that... I didn't want to spit it out and hurt your feelings." she said. But Marty also felt a more naughty part of her just wanted to watch him grimace at the taste of his own cum. He shook his head.
"Um, it's fine... a-and it felt really good. Thank you." he told her, not sure what to say. She smiled and hugged him, nuzzling into his neck. Marty smiled at her, but he rubbed his tongue, as he still had an aftertaste in his mouth.
"I'm glad..." she replied, nuzzling under his chin. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy to know she made him feel good. Marty smiled softly at her cations, and he felt butterflies again.
He had fallen in love with her.
