Margot - Episode 3

I've never had much to do with sports. Voluntary sports that is. I wasn't much of an athlete and was certainly not into the jocks at school. If I would have been, it really wouldn't matter because my parents wouldn't let me. Some disturbed preacher had given them a very negative conviction about physical exercise. They convinced the school board to let me skip gymnastics so this made me even more an outsider of course, but that didn't bother them much. I mostly read books while my classmates were running their guts out. No lame excuses about my period were needed. 

Marvin had been a friend of my brother for years and somehow made his way into my class. Probably because of his results and health. I don't remember all details, his lungs were a problem of some kind. Anyway, he shared my love for books and hatred for sports. He was chubby, but I didn't care. I didn't care about any boy. He was a kind face, and a good talk. Marvin migrated from brothers-friend to my friend and my douche bag brother dumped him instantly. Many hours were spent in the library and later on at a few concerts. I did like rock at the time, but was bored easily by most attendants. I lost contact with Marvin over the years and relocating to my current residence made it impossible to maintain any friendship left. Remember I'm not very talented at friendships to begin with.

Later on I will not be able to skip the reasons for a journey away from my home soil, but for now I keep things bright and shining. My brother is someone who still has a place in my life, sometimes bit like an irritating fly. But I have to admit he helped me with decorating my current apartment. While painting a door he jokingly mentioned Marvin living quite near my place. Of course I didn't want to sparkle any curiosity, so I remained stoic. Later that day, I did some investigation and found Marvin online, simply by Google. We reconnected over some emails and I was surprised, to say at least, about Marvin's involvement in some local soccer team. An appointment was made.

When I woke up I still felt the uncomfortable about last night. I did enjoy it, but my friendship with Gregory was worth more than a casual encounter. Would Gregory think like that? When I left my apartment to fetch some groceries I looked at his door. No light, no sounds. His car wasn't on it's usual place in front of the building. I forced myself to not think about it and tried, somewhat successfully, to focus on groceries. Still, an uneasy, straining sensation found it's way in my body. Growing stronger while finding my way through the mall it really making me frustrated.

I drove back, almost violently. Got the bags out of my car. Gregory's car was still out of sight. My attention was drawn, fully towards my throbbing center and every step made my trousers rub against my most sensitive spot. I almost threw the bags on the kitchen floor and headed to my bedroom. In what seemed like half an hour I managed to remove all clothing from my lower body. I was not in the mood for any subtle playing, so two fingers found their way, spot on, to the upper fold of my labia and began rubbing in a stubborn, compulsive fashion. I could smell my own arousal. Within less than a minute I reached my goal. Shuddering, angry convulsions made my body thrashing. Coming to my senses I took some rest, enjoying the afterglow of an aggressive, intense climax.