Date: Mon, 01 Jun 1998 23:11:11 PDT
From: Rik Jacobsen <rjacobsen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Making Love to Marcia

Making Love to Marcia
by Riki Jacobsen

Please e-mail and let me know what you think of the story.  Readers have 
asked me if the Riki and the nun stories are true.  Yes, they are.

This event took place on the same day in April when Riki and Kate 
(Sister Michael John) got back together.


	"Its getting late Riki, you're going to need to start for home."
	"I'm not going."
	"You're not going?  What are you going to tell your parents?  They will 
worry and ask lots of questions."
	"I'm going to call them and tell them that we have so much to catch up 
on that I am going to stay here tonight so we can talk.  I think I can 
talk mom into calling me in sick tomorrow.  I haven't missed a day all 
semester.  Its you, Sister Michael John.  How can she say no?"
	Mom said yes after she got over being surprised that I had bumped into 
Sister Michael John.  "Please say hello for your father and I.  Drive 
carefully tomorrow and be home before dark." 
	"Would you like a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Riki?"
	"You really have left the habit behind," I joked.  "Yes, that would be 
nice."
	We both changed and she asked if I was hungry.  I was, so we went 
downstairs for sandwiches.  I sat on the cupboard in the kitchen while 
she fixed two sandwiches.  "Do you like mayonnaise on your sandwich?"
	"No, I do mustard."
	"That's something I didn't know about you.  I'll bet there are hundreds 
of more things I could learn.  For starters, what was going on between 
you and Marcia?"
	She handed me the sandwiches, grabbed two sodas, and a bag of chips and 
we went back into the living room and sat on the sofa.  
	"Tell me about Marcia."
	I took a bite out of my sandwich deliberately so I wouldn't have to 
talk right away.  I felt funny about having any type of relationship 
with someone else.  I felt like I had cheated on Sister.  I guess she 
understood my hesitation because she said, " I was gone Riki.  Whatever 
you did with someone other than me is okay."
	"Well, after you left and we moved, I got really depressed.  I tried to 
make friends at my new school, but everything was so different that it 
felt weird.  It was a public school.  You weren't there.  I just 
couldn't get used to it.  I wasn't eating.  I couldn't sleep.  Most 
nights I would lay in my bed and cry.  I was so lonely for you, for your 
body that I ached deep inside.  I still had your panties, and I would 
take them to bed and try to get myself off, but I was so dry.  Nothing 
happened.  My folks got pretty worried about me.  They tried to cheer me 
up.  They gave me pep talks about how I had to adjust to changes, 
because they are part of life.  I didn't want to feel so bad, I just 
couldn't make myself get over you.  You didn't write.  I couldn't call.  
It was like you died, and I wanted to die too."
	"Riki, I'm so sorry.  I just couldn't..."
	"I know.  I know that you couldn't make contact. I knew that then, but 
it didn't make any difference.  Mom and dad were really worried.  Even 
though I was just sixteen, they told me that I could use the car and go 
back to our old town and spend some time with my old friends.  They 
thought this would make me feel better.  I wanted to go back so I could 
visit some of our places, especially the bell tower.  I called Marcia 
and I asked her if I could come and visit for the weekend.  She was 
thrilled.  We were good friends and she missed me.  I didn't tell her 
that I only missed you."
	"Driving into town gave me this pain in my chest.  I couldn't hardly 
breathe it hurt so much.  When I stopped in front of the school, I sat 
in the car and cried for a long time.  I finally pulled myself together 
and went to Marcia's house.  She had lots of plans for us and some of 
the old friends.  She hugged me and told me she had missed me.  I really 
tried to be more cheerful.  Marcia was still cute.  She still had those 
pouty lips that were so tempting.  She laughed and giggled and I got 
caught up in it some.  My folks were right.  It was good for me to see 
my old friends."
	I took a drink of my soda.  "I'm sorry to say that as much as I loved 
you, I was turned on by Marcia.  She had filled out and had nice breasts 
and I wanted to have sex with her.  I didn't really think that would 
happen, but the thought of it was filling my mind.  That first night, 
after we got home from the movies and pizza with our friends, Marcia and 
I got to talking about kissing.  She told me that she hadn't kissed a 
boy yet, but that she really wanted to kiss Kevin.  Marcia was afraid 
that she wouldn't know how to kiss, and that somehow everyone at school 
would find out and laugh at her."
	"With those lips, she wouldn't have any problem being fun to kiss,"  
observed Kate.
	"That's what I thought, but I didn't say that to Marcia.  I was on the 
make and instead I was really sympathetic and understanding.   I told 
her that kissing was an easy thing to do, and that it came really 
naturally.  She wanted to know if I'd kissed any boys.  I just told her 
that I'd been kissed a time or two and that it was something a person 
could learn.  Then I offered to teach her.  At first she was really shy 
and giggly, but she let me kiss her.  Those lips were so very soft.  I 
could have just melted into them, but I knew I couldn't rush it.  I 
kissed her once really softly.  We only touched lips, no other part of 
our bodies.  Then I slid closer to her on her bed, and put my hands on 
her shoulders, pulled her closer, and kissed her again, still softly, 
but I let my lips stay on hers for several seconds.  She didn't pull 
away, so I scooted even closer, took her in my arms, and really kissed 
her.  It was a soft, but long kiss, and I let my tongue lightly brush 
her lips.  Marcia said that I was a really good kisser, and I thought 
you haven't felt anything yet.  I held her close, pressed my lips 
urgently against hers, and used my tongue to open her mouth so that my 
tongue could slide in and explore the inside.  She kissed me back.  She 
put her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it and didn't let her go.  
She didn't try to pull away, so we kissed like that for a long time."
	"I told her that there was something else she needed to learn and she 
said `Sure, anything.' "
	"I got up, walked to the door, turned the lock, and shut off the 
lights.   The street light gave me enough light to see what was going 
on.  I told Marcia to take off her shoes and jeans and lay beside me on 
her bed.  She did and we stretched out beside each other on her bed.  I 
pulled her close to me and gave her an open mouth kiss, sliding my 
tongue deep into her mouth and exploring every part of it.  Marcia was 
getting turned on.  Her kisses were getting hot and wet.  She moaned, 
"Oh Riki!"  I rolled her over on her back and I put my hand over her 
breast.  She let out a little squeak, and said something like, oh yes.  
I rubbed and kneaded her breast and we continued to kiss.  I took her 
nipple in my two fingers and pinched it and she squealed again.  Her 
moans and other sounds told me that Marcia and I were going to go all 
the way.  I was so hot that I didn't care that it wasn't you."
	"Do you want to hear the rest?"  Kate was curled up into a ball with 
her head resting on the back of the sofa. There were tears in her eyes.
	"Do you want to tell me?" she asked wiping away tears.
	"I'm not trying to hurt you, it just feels like I am making my 
confession."
	"Go one, Riki.  Tell me the rest then."
	I stuck my hand up under Marcia's blouse and pushed her bra up over her 
breasts.  Still kissing her, I made direct skin to skin contact with her 
breast.  She was wiggling and moving, moaning and asking for more, so I 
pushed he blouse out of the way, pulled away from her lips, and took her 
breast into my mouth.  We both gasped.  I was wild.  I was devouring her 
breast, first one and then the other,  I sucked hungrily at her nipples, 
taking them in my teeth and letting my tongue play with the very end.  
She was almost crying.  I sat up and quickly shed my own clothes and 
pulled her blouse and bra completely off of her.  She was just in her 
panties which I had to peal away from her wet pussy.  Once we were both 
naked, I went back to sucking on her breasts.  I let my hand slide down 
her belly and cup her hot little pussy.  I used the heel of my hand to 
rub her in a hard, circular pressure, that I knew would stimulate her 
clit.  She was out of it.  She was pretty much saying the same things 
over and over so I asked her, `Marcia, do you want me to fuck you now?' 
"
	"Of course she said yes, so I pushed two fingers deep into her slippery 
cunt.  She was so tight on my fingers that  I switched to just one, and 
slid it in and out, loosening her up.  She gave every indication that 
she was loving it, so I put the second finger back into her and let my 
thumb find her clit.  When I first touched it she squealed loud enough 
to wake the entire house.   I told her to cover her mouth with a hand, 
and she stuck her fist into it. "
	"I turned my attentions back to her cunt and started pumping my 
fingers, driving them deeper and deeper into her.  My thumb was applying 
a circular motion to her cunt and I could feel her clit start to spasm.  
I worked harder and faster.  She started to stiffen and she squeezed her 
legs tight on my hand and then she had her first orgasm.  When her cunt 
stopped spasming, she began trembling so I crawled up next to her and 
held her very tightly.  Marcia was crying, but telling me how wonderful 
it was.  I let my thoughts drift away and in my mind I was holding you."