Marci and Marcia Ch. 01

I had just buried my wife after 47 years of marriage.

We met during graduate school, married upon graduation, and raised three boys. Her body just wore out. She was healthy at age 72 but died before her next birthday.

The only positive thing about her funeral was having my sons and their families together, along with five of my nine grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

The loneliness didn't kick in until my house was empty. Emptier than it had been in 47 years.

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My doorbell rang. Marci Stills was standing there with a tray that had a towel over it.

"Mom and I made you dinner. Can I come in and set it down?"

"Of course! This is so nice of you."

Marci and her mother lived next door. Marcia was probably about mid-40s, and I guessed Marci was 23. She had attended the local university and had graduated. I wasn't sure of her plans.

I knew she had been seeing a young man, but he hadn't been around in a while, so I supposed there had been a breakup. She wouldn't be alone long. Not with her looks.

It was obvious where those looks came from. Marcia was quite fit and had a beautiful figure. Her hair was a strawberry blond with nice highlights. She obviously had money and drove a Lexus. Marci had a new Camry.

I was uncertain why Marcia was single. Perhaps she was a widow, wealthy from life insurance, or divorced with a big settlement and alimony. Anyway, that's what I had figured.

They had lived next door for about fifteen years. Marcia had an older son. Mark, a couple of years older than Marci. He mowed my lawn for a few years but went to college and got married. Marcia mentioned two grandchildren.

Marci brought the tray in and set it on the kitchen counter. She pulled off the towel and there was a large container of spaghetti noodles and another holding sauce. Both steaming and smelling heavenly. A half loaf of garlic bread was between them.

"We wanted to make enough for a couple of dinners. Don't worry about washing anything; we'll take care of those."

"Marci, this is so sweet of the two of you. Thank you."

"Mr. Overton..."

"Bill. Please."

"Bill, we're just worried about you. We know how much you miss Helen, and Mom says the worst part is after the funeral. That's how it was for her when Dad died."

I couldn't stop it. My eyes filled with tears. I knew if I tried to say anything, my voice would be too emotional. I just nodded my head and hugged her. She kissed my cheek.

I found my voice.

"Marci, would you like to stay and eat with me?"

She hesitated, then smiled and said she would. She called her mother to let her know.

I got out plates and Marci dished up the food.

"What would you like to drink? I have Coke, lemonade or water."

"Could I talk you out of one of those Heinekens?"

"Do I need to card you?"

Marci laughed--what a wonderful smile! --then hit me on the arm and kissed my cheek.

"Oh, Bill! You know I'm a college graduate."

I got us each a bottle and took two glasses out of the cupboard.

"Thank you again for the food. To you and Marcia."

We ate and I asked her about college. She graduated in finance but wanted to take a year off before entering an MBA program. She asked about my work. I was a CPA.

"My Dad was a CPA. I guess that's where I got my math skills."

Once we had talked about that, we fell silent. Not much else to talk about. Not with our age gap.

After we finished eating, Marci helped me find containers for the rest, and then we washed her dishes. As she was preparing to leave, she turned and put her hand on my chest.

"If there's anything you need, anything at all, please call me."

Then she kissed me on the cheek, lingering a little longer than I would have expected. As she pulled back, she was blushing.

After the door closed, I was standing there. I could smell her perfume. To my surprise, I had an erection.

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Thursday evening the doorbell rang. I had been looking forward to seeing Marci again, but when I opened the door, it was Marcia. She had the tray.

"Marcia! It's nice to see you. Please come in."

"I brought you dinner. I told Marci she couldn't have all the fun spending time getting to know you. She said you two ate together, so that's what I planned to do tonight. I hope that's ok of me to invite myself to dinner."

"You did bring the food. Of course! Come and eat."

I got the plates, but she asked for bowls. She brought chili.

"Do you want a beer? I have Heineken and Modelo, or I have coke or lemonade."

"Modelo, please.... Bill, do you have any sour cream? I meant to bring some and forgot."

"I happen to have a new container."

We sat to eat, and I complimented her on her chili, that it was one of the best I had tasted. She explained she liked to start with a blend of dried Mexican peppers and create her own chili sauce. No chili powder.

"Is that what gives it such a deep flavor?"

"That's why I do it that way."

"It's marvelous, but your spaghetti was fabulous, too."

"Thanks, Bill, and thanks for allowing me to eat with you. It gets lonely not being around someone nearer my age."

"I think I still have a generation on you. What are you, 45?"

"Thank you, but I'm 47. What are you, almost 70."

"I'm 72. That's 25 years between us, but I know what you mean. Marci and I ran out of things to talk about. I think if I mentioned the Beatles, she'd ask who that was."

"Who are they?"

I looked at her and she busted up laughing. I could see where Marci got her smile.

"Of course, the difference is I bought their albums as they were released. And where were you when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon?"

"I suppose I was a yet to be made sperm cell, hoping to propose to an egg."

"Marcia, when you and your kids moved here, you were a single mother. Marci mentioned your husband died. Can I ask about that, or is that too hard to talk about?"

"Not at all, but I may get a little emotional. Stan and I were high school sweethearts, starting when we were 16. I never loved anyone else. We went to college together and made love there for the first time and then got married. Mark was born six months later.

"We had a wonderful marriage...."

She stopped to wipe away tears.

"Sorry. I still miss him."

"What happened?"

"He was a CPA... "

"So was I."

"Oh, well, then you know what tax season was like every year. He was working late and called me. He said he was leaving to come home and wondered whether I needed anything at the store. He was always kind that way."

She stopped to dry more tears.

"An hour went by, and I began to wonder. A few minutes later, the highway patrol called. A drunk driver had entered the freeway the wrong way and hit Stan head on. He died at the scene."

Marcia started to sob.

I leaned over and put my arm around her, and she put her head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Bill. I thought I could get through that a little more put together."

"That's ok. I'm nowhere near ready to talk about Helen without crying."

"Well, we're a couple of jolly seniors!"

"It's real life. Half of us bury the other half."

"I'd never quite thought of it that way, but you're right. The drunk driver survived, of course. He turned out to be some bigwig at a large software company. Between his insurance and what he had to pay out of pocket, I settled for a generous sum. Stan had two million in life insurance as well, so I'm a wealthy widow."

"Money is never enough, though, is it?"

"No. Not at all. I'm still so lonely. That's why I wanted to have dinner with you."

"I'm glad you did."

We sat and talked for an hour and laughed a lot. I cried a little more when she coaxed me to talk about Helen.

Finally, we did the dishes, and Marcia was about to go when she kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks, Bill. I loved visiting with you."

She kissed me on the cheek again and left. I had to admit, I thoroughly enjoyed spending the evening with Marcia.

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It was Saturday night, and I was thinking about going out for dinner. I hadn't done that recently, but I had a favorite barbecue joint, and I was craving it. Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Marci.

"Hi Bill! I didn't bring dinner, because Mom flew out today to see her dad, who's in the hospital. I just wanted to come by and see how you're doing."

"Thank you. Is your grandfather ok?"

"Yeah, he just had a knee replacement."

"Ouch. I've had two. A lifetime of sports will do that."

"What sports?"

"Basketball, tennis later, golf, jogging--that's hard on the knees, although not as bad as basketball, I suppose.

"Marci, I was planning to go out for some of my favorite barbecue. Would you join me?"

"I'd love that. Right now?"

"I'm ready when you are."

"I am so ready."

She blushed at the innuendo.

The barbecue joint was about a 15 minute drive away. She had never been there, and had not had much barbecue, so I explained the menu to her. At my suggestion she got a pulled pork plate with potato salad on the side. I got brisket with sweet potato fries.

We were sitting at a table waiting for our food.

"How are you doing, Bill?"

"You've been wonderful company lately and chased away my loneliness most of the time."

"It's still hard, isn't it?"

"Yeah. A little raw still."

They called our number, so I went to get the food.

"I've never had sweet potato fries. Can I try one?"

"Of course. Help yourself."

She loved it.

"Here, I'll take half your potato salad, which I also love, and you take half my fries."

There was that wonderful smile!

Later, we drove back to my place.

"If you're not ready to return to an empty house, do you want to stream something?"

"Sure. You pick."

"You might not like what I like."

"I will like sitting with you."

I found Netflix and browsed through the movies. She stopped me.

"Let's watch 50 Shades of Grey."

I am so naive. I started it, having no idea what it was. Of course, I know now. It was steamy.

After the first sex scene, I knew I had an erection. I glanced down, just as Marci did. It was obvious.

Marci turned to me and kissed me!

My only defense or explanation for what followed is I'm a guy and I was lonely. I hesitated for a split second, then joined in the kiss. Her tongue gently touched my lip. I greeted hers with mine. That kiss grew in intensity quickly.

Marci moved and straddled my lap as we continued to kiss. I hadn't experienced a kiss like that in... well, decades. I was hard as steel, and Marci rocked back and forth on it, moaning.

My mind was telling me I had to stop.

I didn't stop. The little head was in control.

Marci moved off my lap and knelt on the floor. She caressed my erection.

"Oh Bill, I need to taste this."

She loosened my belt and unfastened my pants and quickly had my cock out and in her mouth.

I gasped. It had been a long time.

She was focused on the crown, driving me crazy with her tongue and moaning.

"I won't last long," I gasped.

She nodded and kept working on me. A minute later I told her I was close. She nodded and sucked me deep, then returned to the crown.

I was moaning. She knew I was close. Our eyes met. She smiled with my cock in her mouth.

"Come for me, Bill."

I didn't need encouragement. It was happening.

I groaned as I exploded in her mouth. Her ministrations stopped and with her eyes closed, took all I delivered.

My spasms continued as they pushed more cum out. Finally, Marci squeezed me from bottom to top and licked a small bead of cum as her final prize.

She sat on my lap again and we kissed, her hands wrapped around my head. I could taste my cum.

She reached for my shirt, a golf shirt I had thrown on earlier, and pulled it over my head.

"I love a hairy chest," she moaned.

She was running her hands slowly across my chest and then leaned down and sucked a nipple into her mouth. It was my turn to moan.

Marci stood, took my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Let's go to your room."

"Upstairs. Last door on the left."

She walked up the stairs. I obediently followed.

When we got to my room, she backed me up to the bed and gently pushed me down. Then she stepped back and removed her shirt. No bra. Just glorious breasts, high on her chest. Then she stripped the rest of the way, turned her attention to me and stripped off my clothes.

I saw she had a small landing strip. I had never seen a neatly trimmed pussy.

She walked around the bed and pulled back the covers.

"Get in with me and hold me, Bill."

I obeyed. It was incredible, holding her tiny naked body in my arms and against my body.

We kissed. It was long and wet. I kissed her neck, then her collarbone, then kissed a breast. She was moaning and trying to direct my head. I kissed her other breast and then sucked on a nipple.

She cried out.

I held her nipple between my lips and gently tugged as I pulled on her other nipple with my fingers. She was moaning loudly now.

Soon I was kissing her inner thighs and moved to pleasure her orally. She wailed as my tongue reached inside and licked. She froze and arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream. I continued to pleasure her with fingers inside and my tongue on her clit.

It wasn't long before she had another orgasm.

"Please, Bill. I need you."

I moved up, positioned my cock, and slid slowly but deliberately into her, drawing out my entry as she nearly screamed.

I was balls deep. Her head was back, and she was gasping for air. Eyes closed. Her hands went to my hips and stopped me.

"Wait a minute. You're so big."

I paused, smiling at her now.

After a few seconds, she nodded.

"Fuck me now, Bill. I'm on the pill."

I again obeyed and thoroughly plowed her. She was crying out at each thrust. She raised her knees alongside my flanks, her thighs squeezing and pulling me. As I increased my pace, she froze again.

"So good!"

"I'm close," I gasped.

"Cum in me."

I thrust into her repeatedly and then plunged as deeply as I could and came with a roar. My cock pulsed hard, gradually slowing and stopping.

Still inside her, I kissed her. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I pulled out and rolled beside her, then put my arm around her. She turned toward me and put her hand on my chest, playing with my chest hair.

"That was the best sex of my life. My boyfriends have almost never made me orgasm, but I think I had four with you. Incredible. Did you enjoy it, Bill?"

"Of course. You have an incredible body and that blowjob was my first in about 30 years. Maybe the best ever."

"I'm glad."

I noticed I was still hard. Soon Marci noticed as well. She put her head under the covers and sucked me until I was even harder, then sat on me and vigorously fucked me until we both came.

She stayed on top of me.

"This feels nice," she said. "You have an amazing body, and your chest hairs drive my nipples crazy."

I could feel her dripping on me.

Later, we took a shower together and stood there kissing.

"I'm glad I came over. Mom said I would enjoy it."

[end of chapter 1]