A Year in the Life: When I Think About You...

Macon stood in front of his apartment building smoking a cigarette, he checked his watch again, five to midnight. 

Erica had texted him from Marie’s phone telling him they weren’t far out. She’d dragged Marie to a beach party the school was throwing, Macon had whole heartedly supported the idea. Marie was a homebody 

The school van pulled up in front of him and Marie stumbled out, rubbing her eyes. 

“Hey there kitten”he smiled. 

“… hi” she yawned. He kissed her and she whimpered, “… you taste like smoke”

“And you taste like fireball, you still drunk?” he teased. 

“Maybe…” she pouted and he kissed her again. 

“C’mon babe, let’s get you to bed”

“I’m so sorry! I tried to keep her from drinking so much” Erica gushed into the phone. 

“I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking about” Macon scoffed. 

“How is she?” 

“She’s fine, I gave her some water and put her to bed”

“OK…I’m glad you’re there to take care of her” she sighed. 

“Thanks. I’m sure she’ll call you when she’s feeling better”

“Alright, have a good night”

“You too” Macon hung up the phone, Buck looked up at him expectantly. 

“You’re right, boy, time to check on the princess” he sighed pushing himself off the couch. Macon peeked his head in to find Marie lying across their bed, completely naked with all the lights on. 

Macon hesitated, his eyes roaming over her nude form. Her small supple breasts quivering with her breath. Her legs were splayed flashing him the gentle pink of her glistening pussy. Macon licked his lips. 

“Kinda cold in here, babe. Don’t you wanna get under the blanket?” he began, sitting beside her on the bed. 

“… mm mm… I’m hot…” she rubbed her eyes. “…Macon…”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me…” Marie purred. 

“You’re drunk, baby” he chuckled. 

“…please…” she pouted. Macon leaned over her, intending to give her a chaste little peck, take a cold shower then go sleep on the couch. But the moment his lips touched hers, he knew he was done for. She kissed him deep, her tongue slipping past his lips. Macon groaned a little as he gave in, wrestling with her tongue. She still tasted like cinnamon and it was driving him wild. 

Macon was a lot of things but he was strictly against doing anything with drunk girls. They were more trouble then they were worth and he didn’t like the thought of taking advantage of anyone. He never had a problem saying no before but now it was all he could do to keep his erection in his pants. A fact Marie didn’t fall to notice when he finally managed to pull himself away from her tempting lips. 

“You’re hard” she giggled. She smiled up at him, licking her now wet lips, “So…? You gonna use that or are you just teasing me?”

Macon hesitated, “… don’t think that’s the best idea, babe. You had a lot to drink…”

Marie snorted, “I don’t care besides, I’m already naked, you’re on top of me, raring to go…”

Macon rose from the bed, “… Nah… I’m tired babe… think I'll take the couch…”

She pouted at him, “Fine… I’ll take care of myself”

Macon glanced back at her just as she slipped her fingers between her pretty pink folds. Marie moaned, arching her back as she stroked the length of her pussy biting her lips. Macon knew he should go, watching her touch herself wasn’t helping him any, he was so hard it was starting to hurt. But he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away, her moans ringing in his ears. 

“… uh uh…” Marie sighed out, “You don’t get to watch… if you’re not gonna participate…”

Macon grit his teeth, he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Marie gave a frustrated whimper, she was close, so fucking close but she couldn’t seem to come. Her hand was suddenly snatched away and she opened her eyes to find Macon leaning over her.

“So…you finally decided to play with me…?”

“… you don’t play fair…” he growled wrestling with his zipper. 

“… don’t hurt yourself…” she purred, reaching between them to pull his erection from his pants. Macon groaned as she stroked him, “…you’re gonna make me come…”

“… and you made such a show of not wanting it…” she teased. 

Macon snorted, reaching into the end table for a condom. 

“… you don’t have to…” she whimpered as he sat up. 

“I’m about to explode as it is” Macon scoffed, tearing it open with his teeth. 

“… it turns me on when you do that” Marie purred. 

“And you made a show of not wanting it” he smirked, rolling the latex down his length. He grabbed her by the hips, flipping her roughly onto her stomach. Marie squealed, giggling. 

“… you’ve been a bad girl… teasing me like this. Lift that ass and take your spanking” he growled. 

Marie purred, sliding her knees up and apart. Macon licked his lips, gripping the base of his erection sliding it into her slowly, Marie moaned as he pulled her ass flush to his hips. 

“ugh… how’s that, baby?”

“… mmm… So big… fuck me nice and hard…” she whimpered. 

Macon smirked, pulling out agonizingly slow, before slamming back into her. Marie threw her head back with a breathy cry as he pounded into her at a rough pace. 

Macon groaned, he didn’t know if it was because she was drunk or because she warmed herself up but she felt like he was fucking her bareback. Hell, her juices were already dripping down her thighs and she was screaming like she was about to come. 

“… damn kitten…I’d no idea I was that good…you sound like your close…” he husked. 

Marie could only moan helplessly as her mind overloaded with pleasure. 

“… ooh my fucking Gooood…! Harder… be rough with me…”

Macon smirked, reaching out to grab hold of her braids, pulling her head back and adding a delicious arch to her back. 

“… that’s it, babe… show me that you like it…”

Marie’s eyes rolled back as she came hard, her whole body clenching. Macon grit his teeth, fighting against the delicious pull of her body. She fell to the bed, bonelessly, panting into the pillow. 

“…you OK babe…?... You… came pretty hard…” Macon breathed. She whimpered incoherently and he leaned in. Her breathing was slow and even, almost like she was… 

“… did you… fall asleep…?”

She grumbled, nuzzling her face into the pillow. Macon tipped his head back in an exasperated sigh as he pulled his still throbbing member from her dripping passage. 

“… you really are… gonna kill me one day…”

“… mmm… love you…” she purred. 

“… Goddamn tease…” he scoffed. 

Macon sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, scrubbing a hand down his face. He’d slept like crap on the couch, even after taking a cold shower and rubbing one out he still wasn’t able to calm down. His dick hurt and his back was killing him. 

“… Macon…?” Marie whimpered as she trudged into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his shirts. He had to look away.

“… morning” 

“… you weren’t there when I woke up…” she sighed kissing him lightly. 

“After how bad you teased me last night… I thought it would be better for me to… distance myself”

She smiled, biting her lip, “… things did get pretty crazy…you fucked me so hard I passed out…”

“I wish I could take credit for it but I’m pretty sure that was the alcohol” 

“I should get drunk and fuck more often…” Marie purred, settling into his lap. Macon groaned a bit as she sat back on his still sore member. 

“Are you OK?”

 “… yeah just… You passed out before I could….” He began sheepishly. 

Marie pulled back, “You didn’t come? Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

“… it’s OK, babe” He chuckled. “You didn’t do it on purpose…”

Marie hesitated, “… you want some head?”

Macon glanced at her, “…Couldn’t hurt”

“Then…maybe we should take a shower…”she purred, slipping off his lap. The shirt she was wearing flipped up and he got a nice glimpse of her ass. Macon licked his lips as she tugged him out of his chair. 

“I’ll get your dick nice and clean… before I suck you dry…”