Marnie Gets Me Alone

A welcome-home party for her bother Will is postponed, but Marnie, 14, doesn't want to waste the lustful possibility of being alone with his best friend Murray.

My name is Murray Wilson. Purely by coincidence, I happen to share my name with the guy who played forward for the Montreal Canadiens during most of the 1970s. My best buddy in high school was Will Singleton, who lived about three blocks west of me.

Will came from a large family. He was the second of six children, four boys and two girls. There was a 15-year age gap between the oldest and youngest kid in his household. My friend’s name was officially William, but I never heard him called anything else but “Will” by friends or family. We passed the time doing what most high school boys did in the early 1980s: We played a lot of sports, attended a lot of sports, and watched even more sports on TV. Life was good.

Will and I frequently could be found at each other’s houses. Will, more often than not, came to my home because it was a less hectic place to hang out. When I did go to his place, I did not have very much interaction with Will’s siblings. His one older sister had become pregnant as a teen, entered into a shotgun marriage, and no longer lived at the family house. One brother was a hippie wannabe, who was involved in all sorts of nutty, leftist causes by the time he was 14. I seldom saw him, which was just as well because we would have had nothing in common to discuss. Will’s two other brothers were just barely in elementary school. Will’s remaining sister was Marnie, a soft-spoken blonde girl who was several years my junior.

Although I had known Will for several years, I had barely noticed the unassuming Marnie at all—despite the fact that she always seemed to be close by whenever I showed up at her home. One warm summer Saturday, when Marnie was nine, she was parading around the Singleton house in a one-piece, lime-green swimsuit. (The Singleton family had a well-used, above-ground pool in their backyard.) Marnie was especially cute that day, so I decided to give her a compliment. “Hey, Marnie,” I said. “You are very pretty in your swimsuit!” That comment stopped Marnie in her tracks. Slowly she turned toward me and flashed a loving smile that would melt any male’s heart. Then, as if not knowing how to react further, she quickly ran into her bedroom and shut the door.

I happened to visit Will’s house three other times that week. Each time Marnie would amusingly change into her green swimsuit when she saw me approaching, obviously because of what I had said to her on the previous Saturday. We didn’t really say anything much to each other; we just exchanged smiles. On the third day, as I was leaving, Marnie made sure no one else was nearby and called my name. When I turned around, Marnie had pulled down part of her swimsuit to expose a nipple to me. (She didn’t have breasts yet.) I loved it, but I didn’t quite know how to react. After a brief pause, I just said, “That is beautiful, Marnie!” She quickly put her swimsuit back in place, winked at me, and disappeared into the household. Wow! I had discovered that little Marnie Singleton was a junior coquet!

A few years went by. In the summer of 1984, Will, age 19, enrolled in a six-week national education/ summer work program for teenagers funded by the federal government. It sent enrollees across the country to experience different regions and various work tasks. I got occasional letters from Will saying he was enjoying the travel and meeting other likeminded people his age. He was scheduled to return home on the middle Saturday in August. I already knew that because his family had planned a surprise party to welcome him home. Of course, as Will’s best friend, I was invited to the shindig.

On the appointed day, I showed up at the Singleton house around 5 p.m. only to learn that one of Will’s connecting flights had been delayed for some reason. Nevertheless, Will was still scheduled to arrive home that night, but his plane would not land at the airport until about 8 p.m. This meant the earliest he could possibly be home was 10 p.m.—and that was being optimistic. Thus, Will’s welcome-home party would have to be scrapped for the time being.

Will’s parents had basically just learned about their son’s travel snafu via a long-distance telephone call. They had not had time to let me know about it. Will still needed to be picked up regardless of the time of day. Therefore, despite the unfortunate delay, Mr. and Mrs. Singleton were still going to the airport with his little brothers—who had never been there before and were very eager to see airliners take off and land. They expected 14-year-old Marnie to go with them, too. But she announced she had other ideas. “Can’t I just stay here?” she asked in a bit of a whiny tone. “We don’t all have to go in the van to pick Will up, do we?”

“I'd rather you not stay here alone,” her mom sternly noted. "This neighborhood isn't as safe as it once was." Apparently, Will’s hippie brother was not at home and thus unavailable for babysitting duties that night.

Marnie had a self-serving solution ready: “Maybe Murray can stay here with me!”

Mr. Singleton tried to dissuade her from that idea. “Marnie, Murray probably has other things he’d rather be doing tonight since Will’s party has been postponed.” It was a good theory, but it was wrong. I had to jump into the conversation.

“Not really,” I confessed. “I had planned to be here all evening for the party, so I have no other plans. I’d just be at home watching TV by myself. Hey, I’d be happy to do everyone a favor and stay here with Marnie while you go to the airport.”

My offer was immediately and gratefully accepted by both of Marnie’s parents—and I couldn’t help but notice the huge smile that engulfed Marnie’s face when she realized the lustful opportunity this situation suddenly offered her—and me.

Marnie had finished the eighth grade in June. She struggled to get Bs on her report card. Marnie was about average height and had dirty blonde, shoulder-length hair. She had a slightly crooked smile like Elvis Presley did, and a soft, appealing voice. Marnie had now matured enough to be wearing a bra, as I could clearly see its outline through the light-yellow blouse she had donned for the postponed party. However, no one would consider her to be a busty girl. Marnie was certainly a cutie that day, clad in a pleated red skirt, and pristine white knee socks—a fashion item that I have always found attractive on females whether they were six years old, 36 years old, or any age that fell in between the two. Among her school peers, I suspected Marnie was probably considered quite attractive.

Before departing, Mrs. Singleton told us to help ourselves to the sandwiches and other party foods that were now in the fridge. The family van had barely pulled out of their driveway when Marnie took charge of the evening’s activities. “Let’s watch TV,” she suggested. The Los Angeles Olympics were taking place. This meant there was always some live or taped event being broadcast—so that’s what we watched, but for just a few minutes. I sat on the couch directly facing the TV. Although there were plenty of other places to sit, Marnie literally jumped onto the couch to sit beside me, on my right.

The sports from LA did not hold Marnie’s attention very long. In under a minute, Marnie had gently rested her head on my right shoulder and emitted a sexy little sigh. I was happy to play along, so I put my right arm around my friend’s pretty little sister and brought her closer to me. She smiled and I gently kissed her forehead. Marnie grinned and then actively assumed the role of romantic aggressor.

I was wearing a loose-fitting tennis shirt and shorts. Marnie slid her left arm behind my back as if she was going to hug me. This is what I anticipated. Marnie was more creative, however. She took her right hand and slid it under my shirt. Moving it upward, she gently started to caress my torso. As a 20-year-old, I realized this girl likely had some life experiences far beyond what I had at her age. Marnie rubbed my upper body in a very sensual manner for several minutes. It was my turn to emit contented sighs.

Then she started to slide her hand slowly downward in a direct line to the beltline of my shorts. When she got there, she stopped and looked at me for some sort of yes/no sign. I left her with no doubt. I informed her, “You can put your hand absolutely anywhere you want, Marnie.” She did!

Marnie lifted the elastic part of my shorts with her left hand and slid her right hand inside to caress my waiting penis. The suddenness of Marnie’s actions made them quite exciting to me. My dick responded by getting hard very fast. I had no idea a girl fresh out of middle school could get me so thoroughly aroused in a matter of seconds—but little Marnie Singleton definitely possessed the magic touch!

I decided I wasn’t merely going to be a passive participant in this episode. As Marnie explored my shaft and testicles, I started to unbutton her yellow blouse. Her small brassiere was revealed, which turned me on further. I gently cupped one of her 14-year-old breasts with one hand, and then the other. By the time Marnie had yanked my shorts completely off to expose my raging hardon, I had liberated Marnie’s precious titties from the constraints of her bra. I immediately sucked on one of her succulent breasts, which startled Marnie for a moment. Then she laughed somewhat nervously and proceeded to give me something akin to a hand job--which was a little rougher than I expected. “You’re not churning butter, Marnie,” I told her. “Take it a little more gently, please. My dick wants to be your friend.” We both laughed.

At this point I decided to slow things down. I affectionately took Marnie into my arms and kissed her passionately. I moved the array of kisses down her neck at the same time I resumed playing with her lovely young breasts. “Marnie,” I said sincerely, “I’ve been wanting to do this with you since you were nine.”
“You should have!” Marnie insisted. “Look at all the time we’ve wasted. We could have been fucking for a few years now!” Marnie certainly was a straight shooter!

Marnie retook the sexual initiative by kneeling to give me fellatio. She seemed to have experience in this department. My dick felt as hard as a diamond, but I did my best not to come. After a few minutes, I said, “My turn!” I gently lifted Marnie to the couch. She was still clad in her skirt and panties, so I took care of those items in a matter of seconds. They ended up in a pile atop her discarded blouse. I deliberately left Marnie’s knee socks where they were. A beautiful, 14-year-old girl lying longingly in front of me wearing only virginal white stockings was an absolute fantasy come true. I eagerly put my face in her sexy pussy and slowly licked and kissed it for who-knows-how-long. It was delightful. My bliss ended only when I felt Marnie’s orgasm erupt.

“I never did that before!” Marnie excitedly exclaimed a short time later. “Can we do it again, Murray? That was really great!”

“Well, maybe,” I said with a proud smile. However, before we took the ultimate and next logical step, I was curious to know just how much sexual experience this young nymphet actually had. “Marnie, I love you,” I began. “I want to know if you’ve done anything like this before. Will you tell me?”

She wasn’t one bit shy about relaying her surprisingly active sexual history to me in vivid detail. Marnie began, “When I was 11, there were three 12-year-old boys in the class ahead of me at school. They liked me; I liked them. Sometimes, during lunch period, we'd sneak away beyond the school grounds to a small, wooded area where no one could see us. It was just outside the school property and very private. Hardly anyone knew it was there. We'd go there and we fool around with each other. That is, I'd look at their dicks and touch them. I sucked on Jimmy Anderson’s dick once. It was fun. They'd look at me naked and touch me. Everybody had a good time. When I start to play with their dicks, they'd come easily, so it never lasted long. I’ve showed all three of them my pussy, and they all touched it—but not like the way you did, Murray. That was special what you just did—really special.”

I thanked Marnie for the compliment and then asked what I thought was an important follow-up question: “So no intercourse yet?” I asked. Marnie was not quite sure of the term, so I put it bluntly. “None of those older guys from your school ever put their dicks inside your pussy?”

“No,” declared Marnie, emphasizing the word with a gentle shake of her head. “Brad Bayley came close, though. I tried to guide his hard dick inside me, but he never got there. He lost control of himself and came all over my hand instead!”

I did my best to suppress a chuckle at young Mr. Bayley’s coital misfortune. “Well, Miss Marnie, you are quite the girl! I am about to correct that shortcoming in your sex life.”

I lifted Marnie back onto the couch. I licked her pussy a few more times for luck and then I mounted my best friend’s little sister. (When I thought of it that way—the excitement level went up another notch. Shame on me! My dick stiffened to the point where my erection was painful.) Be that as it may, I spread Marnie’s legs wide and thrust my penis inside her hole. Marnie gasped at first but got used to having my dick inside her in a very short time. Marnie picked up the rhythm of my jabs, and we were very much in synch sexually. I am not especially well endowed, but I was surprised that my entire dick fit into this 14-year-old’s pussy. After a few minutes of basic fucking, I Instructed Marnie to remain on the couch but to change positions and get on her hands and knees. On the couch, she was the perfect height for this form of intercourse i was about to show her.

I positioned myself directly behind her. First, I admired her bottom and gave her two cheeks several affectionate fondles. This bit of foreplay preceded my enthusiastically fucking her pussy doggy-style for several minutes. My busy hands took turns playing with her luscious little titties (giving special attention to her hard, sexy nipples) and returning to her soft bottom. I’m sure teenage Brad Bayley, whoever and wherever he was, would not have lasted 20 seconds with Marnie that evening before losing his load.

Pounding Marnie from the rear, I was lost in rapture, but I heard Marnie give me this request, “Don’t come yet, Murray, please! Let’s try something I saw.” I complied. I reluctantly withdrew my throbbing penis from Marnie’s very wet pussy and waited to see what sort of carnal activity she had in mind.

“I once saw a couple do this type of fucking in a sex video,” she said. That statement in itself was quite telling. In 1984, VCRs were just starting to become a big thing in home entertainment. Not everyone had one yet—and certainly not everyone had sex tapes lying about the house. How and where Marnie got to see one was a question that I did not both to ask her.

Marnie placed her hands squarely on my shoulders. For a moment I thought we were going to dance naked, but instead she pushed me down onto the couch into a comfortable sitting position. Then she mounted me! While descending to her knees, Marnie slid her pussy down my shaft like a real pro and proceeded to bounce on my penis as if she had been doing it her whole life. Of course, I put my hands on her waist and helpfully guided her up and down. The dam containing my love juices had to break soon—and it did. I gave her fair warning of my impending ejaculation in case she wanted to disconnect our hot bodies. That did not cross her mind for even a second. “Here it comes, Marnie!” I said as I launched warm gobs of sperm into this junior love goddess. I felt squirt after squirt move out of my hard shaft. I moaned with delight as my sex partner squealed in ecstasy. Young Marnie Singleton, at the tender age of 14, had literally drained my balls with her sexual skills. What a delightful sex partner this girl was!

I was exhausted. She was exhausted, too. We embraced and started to fall asleep in each other’s arms from our strenuous physical exertions. We may have dozed off together for a few minutes when I woke up with an anxious realization. I kissed her lips gently to wake her. “Marnie,” I said, “I love you and I honestly wish we could fuck the whole night away, but we really have to clean ourselves up. That way no one will suspect what went on here.” She nodded silently in agreement. I did concede to us sharing a shower, where my dick just happened to slip into Marnie’s welcoming pussy once again. But I had no ammo left in my weapon to fire. As a consolation prize, I got to give Marnie a very sexy and soapy shower in which I lovingly massaged and caressed her young breasts and inviting vagina. In return, she gave my penis a sexy, soapy scrubbing. It was all quite lovely.

Marnie was already in bed, fast asleep, when the Singletons returned from the airport with Will in tow at 10:40 p.m. Will looked like he could use about 10 hours of restful shut-eye, as did everyone else who emerged from the family’s van. Accordingly, Will and I only chatted briefly before I said my goodbyes for the night.

“Let’s get together as much as possible for the rest of the summer,” Will suggested between yawns.

“Sure,” I said. “Give me a call after you’ve had a solid night’s sleep and I’ll come over here. I like it when I come here.” Those puns were wholly unintentional. Luckily for me and the sleeping Marnie, they made zero impact on the tired Singleton clan.