Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 18

Warning:
- Body checking
- Ya'll know how much I love smut with a plot, right?
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The time that I had spent with Vera in the span of those two weeks were extremely wholesome.
I think that we both needed it more than anything. We would meet up after a long day and just be.

We've had sex before, but in that time there was little to no sexual tension between us.
Sex was kind of stuffed in the back of my mind, but that all changed the night that I went out with my friends.

Friday evening arrived. I left the comfort of my home but this time I wasn't lying to my parents about going to Marsha.

At least, my first stop of the night was at Marsha's.

I was dressed in sweatpants and an oversized shirt.
I was freshly showered and my hair was already done.
All that I had to do was change my clothes and apply a light layer of makeup when I got to Marsha's dorm.

Usually I would pass my mother or father on the way out but both of them were preoccupied.
My mother was blasting love songs while laying in a bubble bath with a bottle of white wine and my father was working late.

"Goodbye mom. I love you." I greeted her through the door before I left. She couldn't hear me, her music drowning out the sound of my voice.

My little brother couldn't care less.
He continue to play on one of the many gaming systems in his room.

Sometimes I felt like I was simply an occupant of the house rather than a family member.
That was my own fault though.

When I arrived at Marsha's dorm, the air was already thick with the smell of perfume and lotion.
Her room and the lighting was warm and comforting.
Marsha, dressed in nothing but a towel, opened the door.

My eyebrow twitched, "You're still not done?"
She huffed, "You're not done either!"
"Not by choice."

I entered the room and tossed my bag onto her bed.
Her dormmate wasn't in for the night, so it was just the two of us.

"Theo's going to be here in about thirty minutes."
"Thirty minutes?" my jaw nearly dropped from shock as I started unpacking my clothes.
"That's more than enough time." Marsha reassured me before closing the door and walking over to the bed.
"Not with you it isn't. You spend an hour choosing an outfit alone!"
"You're exaggerating." Marsha brushed off my concern, "I'm like the Flash with this shit."

I looked at the two dress options that I brought along with me, but Marsha's eyes naturally wondered to the black one.

"This one." Marsha said almost immediately, before I even had to ask.
I followed her eyes, picking up the pretty black dress.
"This?"
"Yes." Marsha took the dress from me as she held it up to my body.

Marsha's eyes travelled down my body, her breathing noticeably heavier before she looked up into my face.

"You'd look hot in this, I swear." She put the dress back down before going to change.

Both of us proceeded to get done in silence, music playing softly in the background to make up for the lack of conversation.
We were both hyper-focused on finishing on time.

I kept my back turned to Marsha, choosing to not look as she got changed. Unbeknownst to me, as my back was turned, Marsha checked her naked body in the mirror.

"I look so disgusting." She thought out loud, groaning as she put on her bra and panties.
"You? Disgusting? Please, Be-" I turned around and my breath got caught in my throat as I turned to face her, "Serious.."
"I do." Marsha huffed, oblivious to my staring as she kept looking in the mirror.