Grace Takes a Time Out Ch. 17

"How nice to see you, Peter. I had such a nice time at your family's party last week." He greets her in return and they exchange pleasantries. Marcy is ready and they head for the door when Helen adds: "Don't forget, dear, I'll be out with the group tonight. See you tomorrow."

As they are getting into the van Marcy asks: "Need a tissue?" Peter gives her a questioning look. "Your lipstick doesn't match mine," she grins and touches one cheek with her finger. He looks in the rear view mirror and sees Judy's red lipstick kiss; he looks back at Marcy embarrassed. "Never been picked up for a date by a guy who's already tagged." She hands him a tissue from her purse. "Can I ask ...?"

"I had dinner with Grace and her friend; it's her friend's birthday. She gave this to me when she arrived and I forgot all about it. Sorry." He is wiping the lipstick off with the tissue. "OK?"

"Yeah. That would be Judy?"

Peter has the key in the ignition but instead of starting the motor he leans back into his seat slowly and looks at Marcy: "Where did you get that?" he asks cautiously.

"At the mall on Wednesday. After you and Grace left Shirley and Ali and I were talking and I figured out about you and Grace and Grace and Ali's mom, and then, they admitted about you and Shirley and you and Ali. I was blown away." Peter listens to this recitation with interest. "But don't worry, I'm sworn to secrecy. Ali seemed pretty concerned about the Judy and Grace thing making problems for her brother and Grace's kids; I've been there and done that for my mom so I am completely with the program and I won't say a word." She smiles at Peter as he looks at her with a sort of questioning and expecting more expression. "What," she asks, "there's more?"

"You tell me," he says determinedly as he leans forward to start the van, carefully not looking at her, "that seems like quite a lot. Grace and I would appreciate you keeping us under your hat, too. It's over and done with after tomorrow anyway." He looks over to her again and she nods 'yes'. "Good. Let's go to the party," he says as he firmly puts the van into gear.

When they arrive it looks like all the lights in Freddy's house are lit, inside and out; there are people on the lawn in front with a steady stream going in and out the open front door. Marcy and Peter work their way through, Marcy leading and holding Peter's hand. He sees a few people he knows, gives them a smile or wave, but hangs onto Marcy who seems to have a destination in mind. As they go through the house the music gets louder and density of party-goers rises: they elbow their way through and out onto the back patio where the music is blasting and people are dancing. Marcy pauses, looks around the group and turns to Peter, raising her voice to be heard: "Dance with me."

They dance and it's a while before Marcy will let anyone cut in, but eventually she lets Angelica have a turn with him while she dances with Bob. After about an hour Peter and Marcy go to find some food and something to drink, then go out front to get away from the loud music - they find Bob and Angelica doing the same. Bob is looking his normal tall, skinny, nerdy self; Angelica is, as always, voluptuous. Bob says to Peter:

"Good to see you here tonight; Marcy looks sharp."

Peter gestures to Marcy who is talking with Angelica: "I never knew - she's looking fabulous!" In his mind he's looking at the two women who are close friends, and thinking - 'Marcy always looks skinny because I only see her with Ange; Marcy's really good looking'.

"Ange told me she heard you were unavailable to the locals until next week." says Bob. "Glad you could get a break."

"I worked on Grace's house all day, then helped her make dinner for us two and her lady friend, that's all. I saw Marcy and Ange yesterday and invited Marcy out - she wanted to come here, so here we are." He pauses, looking at the two women. "She does look pretty good doesn't she?"

Bob replies cautiously: "As many times as she's been over at my house with Ange, I've never her seen her that done up. I always see the skinny blonde chick; never occurred to me she actually has tits." He laughs nervously as if he said something out of line, but Peter smiles.

"Amazing what you find out sometimes if you just look for it."

"So," rejoins Bob "at the risk of prying, how was dinner with Grace and her friend?"

"It was fine. Turns out that after watching Dad grill stuff all these years a little bit has soaked in so I got points for doing the steaks." Peter says this with some satisfaction. "And as I left to pick up Marcy they threw me a bunch of suggestive to downright dirty comments about what I might do on or with my date tonight." Bob looks surprised. "The mature woman's idea of what they'd like to do or have done to them on a date, I guess. Pretty raw, some of it," Peter laughs. Marcy and Ange rejoin them.

"You look great tonight Marcy," Bob tells her.

"Thanks. What are you guys laughing about?" Marcy asks.

Peter has a neutral expression, but Bob says: "Grace and her friend had some helpful suggestions for him at dinner." He turns to Peter: "Care to share?"

"Oh yeah, Peter!" says Angelica. "We want to know what the lonely widows advise."

At that moment Shirley and Alicia walk up, just catching Angelica's comment. "Advice from lonely widows?" echoes Shirley with a sly grin at Peter. "This sounds good, doesn't it Ali?" Alicia is dressed in a shorts, sandals, and a designer type t-shirt - all of which emphasize her slenderness and height; Shirley has the same green capris she wore on her first date with Peter, slip-on thin-soled shoes, and a wide shoulder strap blue tank top that hangs loosely down to her hips and shows her generous cleavage.

Alicia gives Shirley a deer-in-the-headlights look, then turns to Marcy and says "Let's go find something to drink. Something strong." She manages to get enough of Marcy's attention to then catch her arm and lead her away.

Shirley looks after them, with some surprise, but turns back to the remaining three: "I'm interested, Peter. What do they advise?" She's still grinning but he looks serious.

"They advise discretion." Bob, Angelica, and Shirley all sigh with disappointment. Bob speaks first:

"That's twice today Mr. Diplomacy has dodged questions about his secret social life. For someone on the upswing he's pretty close-mouthed."

"Maybe he lets other people open their mouths for him." Shirley suggests, smiling and looking Bob in the eye. That gets the startled wide eyes from both Bob and Angelica; Peter manages to keep in control.

"Shirley," says Angelica, "let's go find some food and have some girl talk. The guys can fend for themselves for a few minutes. Did you know Peter's a pretty good dancer..." As they walk away that's the last the guys can hear of their conversation. Once they are out of earshot Bob, still a bit wide-eyed, turns to Peter:

"Did she mean what I thought she meant? You bastard! And I haven't heard a word about any of this!"

"Sorry. I'm not holding out, I'm just trying to figure out what's happening. I've had a pretty good few weeks, better than I ever could have imagined, and I'm kind of in shock. Not to mention the soap opera aspects of it all. But, discretion is the advice I've been given, and not just by the 'lonely widows'. Let's hang out one night next week, but not at my house or yours - too many eyes and ears."

"OK. But is there space in your busy schedule?" Bob has a touch of sarcasm. "I mean, I've heard you're in demand."

"For you, Bob, I'll take a night off from the women." Peter replies with a laugh.

"Thanks, but what I really want to know is how to get a date with Shirley."

"Talk to Marcy, or just ask Shirley." Peter replies. "She'll say yes or no, she won't agonize or try to make you feel good if she's not interested. If she thinks you want a piece of her, forget it. Don't push, just chat her up so she can get to know you and be interested. And you can decide if you really are interested. Marcy knows her pretty well and agrees that Shirley knows her own mind and does what she wants with whom she wants. Go for it - all she can do is say 'no'."

Alicia and Marcy return at this point and Alicia says to Peter: "Dance? Marcy said I could have one or two if I behave myself." She smiles gently.

"I would love to. Any behavior of yours is fine with me," he replies with a warm smile. Turning to Bob and Marcy he says: "You guys too. Come on!"

*

At midnight Marcy and Peter leave the party - holding close, arm in arm. By half past they are back at Marcy's; she invites him in. She turns on a light and asks if he'd like something to eat or drink; he'd like some water so they go to the kitchen where she pours them each a glass. "Mom's out for a few more hours if not all night." she says casually, "Let's go sit in the living room." In the living room, where she had first turned a light on it's a low power bulb so the room is poorly lit; she directs him to the sofa and they sit down next to each other, water glasses set aside. "Thanks for taking me to the party; I had a good time. And a good time being with you." He thanks her back, sincerely; she turns to him and kisses him on the lips when he finishes. He responds to her by kissing her back, one arm behind her pressing her to him. "Hmm." She says quietly, "That was nice. Got any more?" He does and after a couple of more minutes he asks:

"Are you comfortable like that? Maybe you should turn around so we're really facing each other." He helps her shift so she's facing him, across his lap with her legs on the sofa. His arms around her, he pulls her up to kiss again; she responds, this time also with her tongue. They continue for several minutes - kissing, touching, pressing against each other - until Marcy pulls away. She stands up in front of Peter then sets herself down on his lap straddling him, a leg on each side of his legs, and this causes her dress to slide up her thighs. The make-out intensity increases with heavy breathing and hands under clothing for 10 or 15 minutes. Peter can feel that his erection is against her pussy through their clothes and can't imagine that she doesn't feel it, but he's enjoying making out with her and is in no rush to push beyond, yet.

Marcy is less patient: at one point when Peter's hands are under her dress, up just above her waist where the tight stretchy part of the dress begins, she pulls back, looking him in the eyes, and raises her arms, inviting him to slide it up and off her. He does, and admires her light skin color, her small firm breasts, and her large erect nipples. He leans forward to take one in his mouth first sucking gently, then inhaling almost the entire breast. She takes in a sharp breath as she presses back against him. She leans back away from him again after another minute or two and starts to unbutton his shirt; he leans forward and pulls the bottom of the shirt out of his trousers so she can pull it off over his head and toss it away. More kissing, more hands exploring bare flesh. He manages to kick off his shoes, then runs his hands down her calves to her feet and pushes her shoes off too.

"Want a tour of the house?" she asks; he nods and kisses her. "You have to say the magic words." She grins mischievously; he doesn't know what she means. "You want to take a chance? Mess up and you're out the door." Again he nods, he's ready to take a chance. "Listen carefully, look me in the eye, and repeat after me. You only get one chance." She raises an eyebrow asking him, he kisses her again. "I brought protection."

He pauses only a couple of seconds, looks at her, and says slowly and carefully as if it were a magical charm: "Yes, Marcy, I brought protection."

She smiles eagerly at him, he smiles back. "No penalty for the extra words, so you pass the test." she says. "I'll give you the tour!" She sidles backwards on his lap away from him and puts her feet down to the floor so she can stand. He just sits there admiring her: dressed only in low cut panties, pastel red like the dress was, he sees she is slender but firm with slight curves and rounded edges, not thin or bony. And the wide, happy smile - he can't get enough of the smile. She reaches out to him: "Come on, get up." She takes one of his hands and pulls to urge him up. When he stands she pauses to look him up and down, openly admiring and taking in his lean muscular body, then says: "Overdressed. Down to your undies so we're equal." She starts on his belt and he helps her, remembering to pull something out of his pocket just before the jeans head for the floor. She steps back for another look at him in the low light: "Even better."

"I'm ready for the tour: lead on."

"Where should I start?" she asks coyly.

"At the end," Peter replies pulling her to him.

She looks up and he kisses her, continuing to move his hands on her back and down to her butt. Her hands are inside the back of his boxers. They separate after half a minute or so and she leads him down a hall, past a bathroom with a night light on - "That's the bathroom," she says matter of factly - to another door across the hall which she opens and, taking his hand again leads him into the room. She switches on a night light so the room is only dimly lit. "My room. End of tour." He can hear the smile in her voice; looking around her room he can see it's not that much different from his, perhaps a little larger, there seems to be pink that his room lacks, and the bed is a double.

She comes to him and they embrace, kissing and touching, for a time. She slides her hands down to the top of his boxers and then continues down, pushing them down his thighs, to his knees, until they fall by themselves to the floor; now she is kneeling in front of him. He steps out of them; she strokes his erection which is fully formed. "Where's the glove?" she asks, "I want to do it." He tears one off, hands it to her, and puts the rest of the strip on her bedside table. In the low light she fumbles with the wrapper at first, but gets it open, and after giving the end of his erection a light friendly lick, rolls it on and stands back up looking down at it and then up at him.

"My turn." he says as he slides his hands down to her panty tops, and then down her thighs ever so slowly, taking in every square inch of her as he squats down in front of her until he is kneeling and her panties fall. He holds her thighs as she kicks the panties away, then slides his hands back up to her butt and pulls her towards him so her pubic hair is in his face. He kisses her, then comes down a bit so he can get his nose and tongue between her legs and starts to lick and rub her.

She lets out a sigh and spreads her feet further apart, pressing into him; she says quietly: "Ohh. That feels good Peter." It occurs to Peter that in his limited experience there's a difference in smell, texture, taste between the women - not much, and they all excite him. After a few moments, as Marcy becomes increasingly excited and he can tell her juices are flowing, he stands back up, looks into her eyes yet again to see the brightness and eagerness. He leans down and kisses her lips, then puts his arms around her; she reaches up to put her arms around his neck. His hands slide down her body to her butt and without warning he straightens and picks her up. She holds on around his neck, giggles, and now her face is above his so she leans down and kisses him back.

His balance waivers for a second and he takes a half step forward to catch himself; he boosts her up a couple more inches so he has a better grip on her butt and her thighs. She wraps her legs around his hips.

Peter isn't sure how long he can maintain so he takes a couple more steps forward to the wall and presses her back against it. She flinches and says "Ooooo. Cold," and tightens her hold on his hips and neck. He kisses her on one of her collar bones. With one hand, the other continuing to support her, he feels for his erection and angles it up between her thighs; she feels it and shifts herself until she's in the right place. As she settles down around it Peter thrusts gently up. Marcy inhales sharply and holds him tighter with her legs.

He starts a steady rhythm, pressing the small of her back against the wall with his thrusts. She pushes his shoulders away just enough that she can lean her head down to kiss him, at length and with her tongue sweeping inside his mouth.

His pace accelerates gradually and she breaks the kiss. They are both panting. He is grunting with the effort, she alternates moans with single syllable words such as "go!" or "yeah." or "oh!" He speeds up for a few moments, stops, and presses into her as he comes hard and groaning. She comes then, too, with a loud "Oh! Peter!" and grips him tight with her arms and legs. They are there with no movement except their panting breaths for half a minute before she starts to relax her grip. He looks up and kisses her again.

She breaks the kiss saying simply and quietly: "Take me to my bed. I want more."

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Note to readers: Grace and Judy are singing "Cherry Bomb" by The Runaways.