The only thing that I could think about was Marshall. I was driving at a dangerous speed; barely missing pedestrians and having them raise their fists in anger. It didn’t matter. The only thing that I wanted was Marshall naked and at the mercy of my insidious and naughty ways.
I had what most people would call tunnel vision. I got that way when my anger was too much for me to handle. The feeling of being used grew like bile in my throat. I would’ve loved to get into a knockdown kind of fight with Lillian. It would’ve been so satisfying to wipe that smug look off of her face once and for all.
I didn’t even realize that I had my hand up underneath my red leather skirt or that I had my panties to the side. I was priming myself for the big event.
It didn’t hurt that the vibration from the engine underneath me was doing some of the work. That anger was now turning into a desire that had gone off the charts. I would be there within a couple of minutes barring any complications like a police officer pulling me over for driving recklessly and endangering others.
My finger traced those slick lips down to where the sucking maw of my sex was waiting to take me knuckle deep. I hung precariously on the edge of an orgasm that would have blurred my vision and possibly caused a four-car pileup. I leaned on the brakes, skidding to a stop and coming within 1-inch of the bumper of the car in front of me.
There was little girl staring at me and not even her innocence was going to quell the hunger deep in my heart.
The light turned green. My car lurched forward and caused my finger to drive into me all the way until my whole body was gyrating in the seat. It wasn’t enough to take me all the way there, but it certainly did keep me motivated for attacking Marshall in his own home.
That finger moved back and forth steadily and I was close to pressing my thumb on my little friend, but I saw that my destination was coming up in front of me. His car was sitting there. I parked behind him and got out on shaky legs. A bit of my love juice slid down the inside of my thigh and I had to wipe it away before it would be noticed.
I unbuttoned my blouse, showing off more than a hint of cleavage and knowing that this was going to happen. I walked with determination across the street, not even bothering to look both ways and almost willing anybody that was driving by to run me down like road kill on the side of the road. It was the only way that I was going to be stopped.
I climbed the stairs, not even bothering to knock and finding the door unlocked. I walked right in. I saw him standing there by the stairs. I threw one leg around his waist and planted my lips on his before he could even get a word in edgewise.
I slithered my tongue into his mouth, grinding up against him and seeing the way that he was looking past me. I looked at him and I saw the awkward expression like I had interrupted something.
“Does somebody want to tell me what’s going on here?” I heard the feminine voice with authority behind it and I remembered how he had mentioned that his mother was coming over for dinner the other night. I had left my mark with my lipstick making him look like he had been attacked by a zealous fan at a concert that had gotten out of hand.
“Um, Marilyn…I mean Gillian, I would like you to meet my mother…Marilyn.” I had a feeling that I would meet her sooner than later, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to give her a bad impression of me.
“I’m waiting for an answer. Do you normally have strange women coming in here unannounced and kissing you out of the blue? What kind of son have I raised that would have women throwing themselves at him? I don’t even want to think about what would have happened had I not been here to witness this disgusting display.” I turned with my lipstick smeared and my skirt almost around my waist.
“Mother…it’s not what you think.” It was an interesting way for him to tap dance around it, but the evidence was right in her face. “I’m doing… I mean I’m dating her and I would think that would afford her some of your respect.” His mother had him by the short hairs and her tone was eerily similar to Lillian’s. I thought that I just had one overbearing bitch to deal with, but apparently, his mother was of that same way.
“I think by now that you could come up with a better excuse than that. I shouldn’t be surprised. They say that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I never thought that you would turn out like your father. He couldn’t keep it in his pants. It didn’t matter what I did to please him. I think that it’s time that we have a very frank discussion.” I tried to make a discreet exit, but she blocked my path. Her stern expression really did make me feel like I was being held accountable for something that I didn’t do.