CHAPTER ONE
Marcie’s World
When I woke up on the Saturday morning, the first thing I saw was my stupid best friend Jemma snuggled in close to me. We were both naked, and the sleeping nympho had her right leg draped across me, while her right hand was comfortably settled over my right boob.
We had a great Friday night, drinking wine, smoking weed, watching porn and … humping each other. The sex had been wonderful, ohhh wait; maybe I need to clarify that. If you can forget that it’s your best friend you’re humping, the sex was wonderful, and I could do that, because I have a very vivid (or bizarre?) imagination. I could forget it was my best friend, because I imagined that it was her gorgeous sister I was humping.
With the gorgeous sister on my mind, I was tempted to give myself a Good Morning tickle, although my path was blocked, because the not-so-gorgeous sister had her knee covering my pussy.
My name is Marcie Cartwright, and you’ll love me, you will, I can guarantee that, and the best friend snuggled in close to me was Jemma Hoskins. I’m not sure whether you’ll love her, I mean I’m not even sure that you’ll like her. She is my best friend, and I’d love to be able to say, Jemma is a lovely person who is surrounded by Sunshine and Rainbows wherever she goes, but if I’m being honest, I can’t say that, because my best friend is a crazy freaking nympho.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that Jemma is a Premium Grade Arsehole, I’m just saying that instead of being surrounded by Sunshine and Rainbows, she’s normally surrounded by dark Clouds of Decadence and flashing Lightning Bolts of Lust.
And yeah, I guess that could be a reflection of who I was, because the Clouds of Decadence and the Lightning Bolts of Lust meant that I loved being Bestie’s with the crazy nympho.
I enjoyed the silence of the morning (and just quietly, I didn’t mind the hand on my tit either) and the silence allowed me to think about the two complex issues I would need to deal with.
Both of the issues were sexual issues, and I was in a bind because I wanted to chase them both. I liked sexual issues because I loved sex, but why did the multiple sexual issues have to arrive at the same time?
The sexual issues involved my two best friends, Jemma (yes, the sleeping one with her hand on my tit) and Beth, and while Jemma wasn’t directly involved in either of the issues, Beth was.
The first issue was that last night Jemma told me about a wild afternoon she had recently with Evie, Darlene and Toby. Evie was a drop-dead gorgeous prostitute who worked with Jemma, Darlene was Jemma’s knock-out sister (Hooo God, my Kingdom for a kiss, or a feel, or anything …) and Toby was Darlene’s new boyfriend. I had been obsessed with Darlene since I was fifteen, and since I now knew that she dyked around, I had my sights set on her. I would do everything in my power to root my best friend’s sister (or kiss her, touch her, anything really …). Jemma told me that Toby was Smoking Hot, so if everything turned out the way I wanted it to, I would become best friends with him … or his cock.
The second issue was probably the more urgent matter, because it had a deadline. Three months ago, me and Jemma met Beth’s boyfriend for the first time, and while the night started innocently enough, we played a game of Truth Or Dare, and then things went crazy. Now you need to understand that Jemma IS a nympho, simple as that. There was never any need to discuss the issue, because she freely admits that she is constantly in heat. I guess since I was also constantly in heat, I was a Wanna-Be nympho, but I wasn’t freaking crazy like my best friend.
While we scoffed down wine and smoked weed, Jemma instigated all the provocative moves during the Truth Or Dare game, and before I knew it, she was naked, and then she manipulated me into giving her an orgasm. I was super embarrassed about pleasuring a girl, and I felt soiled and tainted because that girl was my best friend, but as a budding wanna-be nympho, I was also super aroused, so I asked her to go down on me, and instead of answering me, she dropped to her knees in World Record time and went to work.
And then the night just got wilder … and better.
When you’ve known each other since you were six years old, there is a Sacred Decree that forbids you from fooling around with your best friends, but after crazy Jemma shattered that Sacred Decree, me and Beth both thought, What the fuck, it looks like fun … and then I went down on Beth, and she went down on me and Jemma, and the best friends were blowing out High Octane orgasms for the rest of the night.
Me and Jem both wanted Beth’s boyfriend Dylan to hump us, but greedy Beth said, No, he’s off limits, because we’re going steady. And think about that; our trio had known each other for almost twenty years, and we all willingly broke the Scared Decree, yet me and Jem had only known Dylan for a few hours, so there wasn’t any Sacred Decrees preventing us from sucking his cock or spreading our legs for him, but Beth refused to let him stick his dick up us. I kept begging Beth, Come on, this is just harmless and innocent fun, and he wants to, so stop being a bitch.
Under significant pressure, Beth finally conceded ground, and she told me that if I could find a presentable guy, she’d do a dick-swap with me, and that is the central matter of Sexual Issue Number Two; I needed to find a guy so that Beth’s boyfriend could fuck me. And that was fine, although the big-titted whore rang me recently and declared that the dick-swap offer would expire soon, so now I was the one under significant pressure.
The first sexual issue with gorgeous Darlene might be complicated, and it may be difficult to organize, but when I see an opportunity to make one of my teenage fantasies come true, I become a focussed and determined woman.
In the bed beside me, I noticed Jemma stirring, and I wanted to say, Don’t wake up, keep sleeping because I’m thinking about your sister! But alas, the crazy freaking nympho stirred so successfully that her eyes opened. Her lashes blinked, then smiling, she kissed me on the nose and said sleepily, “Good morning GLFP.”
My immediate thought was, GLFP? Is this a new nickname? Maybe it meant, Great Looking Fantastic Person, although knowing this nympho, the nickname probably had sexual connotations. When best friends who had known each other since Prep humped each other, there were rules and etiquettes that needed to be observed, and one of the main rules was that you only humped your best friend when you were drunk or high, because that gave you a ready-made excuse. If anybody ever found out about our debaucherous frolicking, I could say innocently, I don’t remember it, because I was as pissed as a parrot. Turning my face away from her, I huffed, “Hey, pull it back a bit, there’s no kissing if we’re not wasted.”
She toyed with my nipple then asked, “Alright, I won’t kiss you, can I hump you instead?”
And see what I mean, see what a crazy nympho she is? “Jeez, you’re unbelievable,” I muttered, then I said, “Make me a coffee, because I’ve got something I need to discuss with you before I go home.”
While Jemma put the kettle on, I dressed, and then I wandered out to see my naked best friend preparing the drinks. I told her recently that when we get up in the morning she had to slip something on, because I found it distracting with her wandering around naked. She had asked drolly, What’s this; you’re telling me what to do in my own place? So yeah, I usually had a farewell coffee with a naked nympho. Admittedly, I didn’t mind looking at her because she had a sensational body, but when crazy nymphos are naked, you sense that they’re always on the prowl.
While sipping the coffee, I said casually, “So Jem, I’m thinking that since I’m allowing you to take advantage of me while I’m going through my really-fucking-confused-sexual-identity phase, you should get a key cut for me.”
“Why?”
Don’t expose yourself girl … “Well I imagine that Darlene wouldn’t go out with a dork, so I’d be interested in seeing this boyfriend.”
“Yeah, he’s a good-looking guy, but they only come over when I’m working on the weekend.”
“Yes, you did tell me that, but I could say I was waiting for you, and then I’d get to meet this guy.”
“I’m usually fucked when I get home after a Friday or Saturday night, so forget about it.”
“Come on Jemma, be a pal and organise it.”
“What are you saying? Do you want me to ring up Darlene and say, Hey, is it okay if Marcie pops over next time you guys use my unit as a Fuck-Pad, because she wants to perve at your boyfriend?”
“Yeah, what’s the problem?”
“The problem might be that she’d tell me to fuck off!”
“Listen, we’ll forget about that, so don’t tell her, just get the key cut for me and I’ll wander over one time.”
After processing my innocent statement, Jem started nodding her head, then she said, “Okay, so it’s still alive and active.”
“What’s alive and active?”
She cocked her head and said wryly, “Your obsession with my sister is still alive and active.”
“Piss off Jemma, I’m not obsessed with her!”
“Yeah sure Marcie,” Jemma mocked, “Maybe I should ring up Darlene and say, Hey Sis, Marcie’s been obsessed with you since she was about fifteen, so the next time you come over do you mind if my stupid best friend has sex with you?”
“Jesus, don’t tell her that I’m obsessed with her!” I blurted, then I added timidly, “But, arhhh … I dunno, if you wanta tell her about the other part, yeah, that’s cool with me.”
“What other part?”
“You know, about me wanting to, errr … you know, have an innocent little pash or whatever.”
“God, you’re unbelievable! Why couldn’t you pick a nice female to be obsessed about? I mean Darlene is a vain, self-centred bitch who only thinks about herself.”
“Hey listen, I didn’t ask her to cast her spell over me, it just happened.”
“So what, really, you’d get sexually involved with my sister?”
“It might be a bit embarrassing, but yeah, if she wanted me to I would.”
“Jeez Marcie, that sounds a bit creepy, I mean my best friend hooking up with my sister.”
I thought to myself, Thanks Dickbrain, you’ve just given me the perfect comeback. Glancing at her, I said smugly, “If you’re looking for creepy, best friends hooking up together fits into that category.”
She shook her head negatively and muttered, “God, and I thought I had psychological issues.”
“You do bitch, heaps of them,” I replied drolly, “But I mainly want to see her guy, and if anything happens, yeah, well, whatever.”
Jemma pondered, then she said, “If you interrupt them one night, that might stop them coming over, so maybe I will get you a key.”
“Ohhh, thank you Gorgeous!”
Okay, Sexual Issue Number One creeping forward slowly, now time to deal with the more urgent Sexual Issue Number Two.
I tapped fists with Jem, then I said, “My photoshoot should be on the site later this week, so I’ll send you a message.”
“Cool, I’m looking forward to it.”
I used to hug Jemma or kiss her on the cheek when we were farewelling each other, but ever since we’d become sexually involved, tapping fists was the safest option, because you learn very quickly that if you hug or kiss naked nymphomaniacs, there are consequences.
