Cabin Fever: Need A Little Company – Chapter 05

Chapter 5 – Dues To Pay


There were no spare bathrobes in the bathroom. Either there was only one available because Marcy had booked the room for one, or more likely, there was another in the wardrobe outside and she simply hadn’t bothered to bring it in to the bathroom.

Paul wrapped a towel around his waist. He wasn’t sure why exactly; he was sure that he’d be completely bare again before too long. But something about stepping out into the motel room nude felt a bit too presumptuous.

Hesitating a moment with his hand on the door handle, Paul sighed, and stepped out of the bathroom trying wear the most casual expression he possibly could.

He tried to be cool, but the second he saw Marcy, he paused for an instant. He knew she’d hardly be fully clothed, but the sight of her lying on the double bed, her bathrobe wide open, revealing everything, was still a shock to his system.

Paul hoped she didn’t notice his reaction.

Her hair was still wrapped up in a twisted towel standing upright upon her head. The television was on, playing a commercial break at a moderate volume.

It took Marcy a second to notice him. Considering the banality of what she was watching, Paul couldn’t help but feel a little insulted. But it also occurred to him that she might’ve just been playing hard-to-get as part of one of her mind games.

“Hey,” she suddenly greeted him with a sweet voice and warm grin.

“Hey,” Paul repeated, still trying to act casual.

“Come over here,” Marcy invited him warmly, waving him over with clumsy motions of her left foot.

Paul smirked as he strutted over towards the bed, the idea of climbing on top of her and taking her missionary-style making his heart race.

Marcy spread her legs apart, exposing her slit to him. It was funny to think that he’d visited that nondescript little orifice no less than four times by now but this was the first time he’d ever really seen it. As a matter of fact, this was the first pussy he’d ever seen in real life.

Like every other part of Marcy’s body, it was a tantalizing sight. Even though she had a neatly-trimmed bush on her mons, her labia was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. It was parted slightly, revealing the flawless pink tone of her inner lips, their surface glimmering from her juices.

Paul placed a hand upon his towel, about to release it and let it drop to the floor, revealing his own sex.

“I want you to lick my pussy,” Marcy told him with a smile.

Paul hesitated, unable to hide his shock.

“Fair’s fair, Paul,” Marcy reacted, her expression instantly turning serious. “I went down on you before. It’s your turn to repay the favor,” she told him, acting as if she was talking about something as benign as a $10 loan.

Paul sighed. This wasn’t what he, not to mention his raging hormones, wanted. But he couldn’t argue with her logic. He looked her in the eye. Marcy established her dominance with the raising of a single eyebrow. If he wanted an argument, she would oblige.

Trying to feign an enthusiastic smile Paul crawled on to the mattress and lowered himself down between her legs. He paused for a moment while he psyched himself up, Marcy’s vulva only inches from his face. He could feel the warmth radiating from it; its scent saturated his nostrils.

Like any guy, Paul had spent a heck of a lot of time fantasizing about sex during his life. He’d thought a lot about playing with boobs, fingerfucking, thrusting furiously away with a hot babe wrapped around him; but eating one out was an act he hadn’t thought much about at all. He was actually a little grossed out by the idea; in no small part because essentially he’d be licking his own jism, which would’ve still been inside Marcy. He worried that the taste of her cunt might make him gag.

“Come on,” Marcy said, in a once again sweet voice, as she wiggled her hips teasingly. “I won’t bite,” she joked.

Paul poked his tongue out. Half way, and then with a bit of resolve, all the way. He made a timid, brisk lick that barely skimmed her inner lips. Marcy didn’t even seem to notice it. He paused for a moment while he evaluated the brief experience. The contact had been so glancing that his tongue hadn’t even registered any taste.

Cautiously, he went in for another pass, this time extending his tongue deeper into the gap.

Then he licked her again, then a fourth time, a fifth, a sixth… each time a little braver than the last; venturing deeper into her labia, brushing through it with slower and slower strokes. When he was able to discern the unfamiliar bittersweet taste, he didn’t particularly care for it, but he was immensely glad that it didn’t disgust him. It did wonders for his confidence.

Marcy simply lay back watching him. She decided to give Paul, who was obviously an absolute amateur at this, time to acclimatize to the new experience. She simmered away on the subtle stimulation he was giving her, while anticipating the pleasure she was about to have once she’d taken him to school.

Paul persisted until his tongue was probing her as deep as it could go, wiggling around inside for a second or so before retreating to begin the cycle all over again.