For most of the school year, Marilyn remained in the background. She wasn't beautiful but she certainly wasn't plain or ugly. She just wasn't petite in a milieu that dictated that desirable girls were thin. Marilyn was a little on the husky side but it suit her as well as a little chubbiness makes Sara Rue appealing.
I knew Marilyn as another student in the class but I didn't notice her in a sexual way. I was dating the mNorwegian bombshell at the time. Don't get me wrong, I talked to her n the hall once in a while. She always attended the school football games (to which I played wide receiver) even though we went winless. Marilyn was always around but pretty much well ignored by the student body at large.
That spring when my romance with Leone started heating up, my friend Gary told me that he overheard Marilyn telling someone else about the crush she had on me. I was flattered of course but my interests were elsewhere. Besides, it would have been hard for me to get my head around dating her because she didn't fit the mold of a Playboy Bunny.
Peer pressure was too great. It was my failing; my curse. I was already a "backgrounder" not being exceptionally good looking and just average in athletics. In fact, dating Leone was the only real social capital that enabled me to sit with the in crowd at lunch time. Her interest in me saved me from being banished to the losers table.
While dating was not on my agenda, I had empathy and friendship was something I extended to her.
It was common for me to partner the Marilyn on school projects. She was fun to be with and pretty darn smart. One projects we did together was dissecting a fetal pig for advanced biology class. Not only did we take that sucker apart, we got an A+ for preserving the organs well and assembling the skeleton. (I think the latter is still on display in the science room.) Our relationship was platonic and didn't bother Lenore to the very least.
It didn't take long for me to notice Marilyn inclination to tell "dirty jokes". The jokes that she told were good for a few snickers but no side splitters. Most of Tim were probably what she heard her father, a truck driver, who probably read them in Playboy or from "the road". However, one that really tore me up was more of a prank than a joke.
During the pig projects, Marilyn walked our specimen "tutoring" others. She shows the different organs to a few other girls and a guys. They took to what she showed them since we were the biology brainiacs.
So at one point, Marilyn asked the victim to hold a piece of flesh while she showed the organs underneath. She would say, "see those, they are his testicles". This was followed by "ooohs" and "aaahs" at first. The next thing that her victim would ask is "if that's his nuts, where is the penis?". "You're holding it" Marilyn would deadpan with the observers, all former victims, breaking out laughing. Thats the kind of person she was.
While our friendship remains platonic through the school year, I could help but to appreciate Marilyn's boobs while we worked on projects. It starts with down-blouse views over while we worked on Porky Pig's cadaver but then I stole a few side glances during lectures and in the hallway.
I'm sure Marilyn noticed my gazes but she never said anything. Instead, she seemed to start wearing clothing that was a little more, not a lot, revealing. I assumed that she was just dressing for the weather as summer was getting closer. That was until Marilyn upped the ante by going bra-less.
He rack was rather nice to look at. The was they jiggled as she move got a rise out of my cock and this made it hard to concentrate on the school work. Tempting as it was, I done my best to avoid yielding to impulses and messing up my relationship with Leone.
It was hard because my girl kept me in a perpetual state of sexual hunger and have a nice rack in front of me was like placing a juicy stake in front of a starving man. I wasn't the only one,who had a hunger. Other guys in class started flocking around my study partner. Marilyn seemed to enjoy the attention. She paid a little less attention to me and that that made it easier for me to resist.
The school year eventually neared the end and everyone focused on either the final exams or summer plans. Despite the attention that Marilyn was enjoying, it seemed that none of the guys were able to stake a claim.
This led to wave of boasts related to sexual conquests that involved individual trysts, orgies, lesbianism and/or beastality. The sheer volume on the discourse was evidence to the exact opposite, which was that Marilyn simply had not fucked anyone of those spreading them.
The last day of class and and went. Leone left 10 days later and my summer vacation looked as if it would be a downer. I was glum and just stayed in my room for the first week wallowing in regret about that aggressive pelvis thrust-boob grab that I made on Leone. But I starts coming out of my shell when Stanley, Brad and Scooter, my amigos, started baiting me with cinder-lot baseball, sunshine, beer and refer.
Things started looking a little up in July and a few visits to the beach. The City of Chicago, my material home and where most of my stories take place, has some fantastic beaches.
Our favorite was Fullerton Beach because Fullerton Avenue marks the divide between grassy park on the north and sand/water to the south. It's also close to Lincoln Park Zoo, which has free admission and is a great place to hangout after getting stoned. More importantly, the area is populated by a phenomenal cross section of college babes because De Paul University is in the area. The bikini babes and college girls offered more eye candy than what we could ever hoped to dream. Pure visual enjoyment.
July elapsed into August with the four of us spending out days either on the lakefront or the cider lot playing ball. Although none of us worked, Scooter's brother had a job and could afford to buy an ounce or two of grass. He bought Scooter's silence with a joint every now and then.
It was an enjoyable and lazy summer. Leone far from my mind.
One day, about the middle of August, I caught the Fullerton bus home, which was near North Avenue and Pulaski Road. I transferred to the #53 Pulaski line to discover that Marilyn was on the bus. No surprise there because she lived about four blocks away. So I sat down in the her row and we started chatting.
Unlike my own, Marilyn summer wasn't leisurely. She has a part-time job as a gofer at Lane Technical High School to support teachers who drummed math and English to kids that under-performed during the regular school year. Not fun at all.
After about 20 minutes of sharing our gripes about the normal stuff teenage moan about (e.g. parents, curfew laws, etc), the #53 approached North Avenue, which was our stop. Not wanted our conversation to end, I invited her to a coffee and continued chat at Ferdenell's Restaurant located on the northeast corner of the intersection. Marilyn made a counter-suggestion of grabbing a couple of Cokes at the Walgreens drugstore and seeing who was at The Hangout.
I really didn't want to go there. The Hangout was basically a store roof that we had access to because the owner never bothered to secure the access door. It was well-known and frequented by just about every kid who lived in the four block radius of North Avenue and Pulaski Road (also known as Pioneer Corner due to a bank with than name being the located on the northwest side of it). It was a place where we could kick back removed from adult eyes while remaining in earshot should someone's parent called out.
It was furnished with a few discarded items, such as an old sofa, chairs and a coffee table that were found in the alley by me and other guys in the neighborhood. While is was a good place kick back in the spring and autumn, the weather made is less so during the other seasons. It was unused in the winter and the heat of a typical Chicago summer could make sitting up there exposed to the sun an unbearable experience. Its popularity as a hangout meant that someone else would be there - especially on a mild day with a cool breeze coming off Lake Michigan.
While I wasn't trying to get Marilyn alone, I didn't want to go up to The Hangout. I didn't want to have to deal with bullshit that my friends would toss my way because Marilyn and I were together in the summer. Furthermore, The Hangout was a mull-generational place. My younger and older brothers could be there as well, which meant that the razzing about me "fucking the chubby" would go into a 24 hour news cycle and escalate each time protested that Marilyn was "just a friend".
Despite my misgivings, I agreed to heading that way to avoid the chance that Marilyn's father also walking into Ferdenell's for a coffee. So with pop bottles in had, we ascended the fire escape watching to make sure that neighborhood moms didn't spy us on the staircase. While they might have known about the hiding place, being spotted meant big flushed out by a parent.
We made to the rooftop and, to my surprise, no one was up there. So we took seats on the sofa to resume our chat.
One topic led to another and then eventually, Marilyn inquired about my relationship with Leone. I told her that it was over and the reason. I didn't give a play-by-play account; I just said that I tried to make it to second base and got tossed out. "That's her loss" Marilyn said and continued by saying "Golden girls like her always think their tits are gold and should be touched".
That comment caused my eyes to drop and give Marilyn's boobs a look. It was reflex reaction that lasted a couple of seconds - long enough for her to smile. She then said "Go ahead, touch them.". So I reached up and started fondling her left boob. My cock got hard in a instant and even harder as my hand slipped into her bra.
She undone the bra clasp and pulled he top up to expose both tits. I kissed her lips and then sucked on her nipples. I was hard, very hard and got throbbing hard when I felt Marilyn's hard on my cock.
We caressed each other and this led to a semen flow from my shaft. I was no longer thinking second base. I was now aiming to hit the ball out of the park and moved to undo the jeans. Marilyn stopped me and said softly "We can play but not all the way."
I removed her top and dropped my jeans exposing my hard on. She stroked it while I stood in front of her. I rubbed it across her cheek hoping that Marilyn would put it in her mouth. I didn't force it.
Marilyn grabbed my hips and pulled me down so my cock would fall in her cleavage. She pressed her boobs together as I pumped my cock between then. I started going faster and faster until I exploded all over her boobs and she laughed while wiping cum off her chin.
We sat on the sofa for a few minutes before dressing. She stroke my now limp cock while my finger played with a nipple. Marilyn giggled at first but then got serious and said "We can't do this again".
I inquired why and she responded "I have a boyfriend".
I was surprised, to say the least, but assured her that her wish would be respected. We then dressed and parted ways.
Marilyn and I did note cross paths for the rest of the summer. She didn't come to He Hangout anymore. I assumed that she was spent her summer job or starts hanging with her boyfriend and his Portage Park friends.
It was just as well that she didn't come around. I'm not sure that I would have had the strength to resist hitting on her. I was still eager for that first fuck and was beating off nightly to the memory of our rooftop playtime
When the new school year began, I learn what how Marilyn spent her summer vacation; she eloped.
Although we remained friend, it wasn't as close as the previous year. I kept my distance because she didn't need to deal with my horny impulses after getting married so young, at the age of 17 years, and against her parent's wishes. She had too much baggage in her life. Thus, my first fuck would have to wait - for Anne.