Murdock and Margery Ch. 01

Date: 21.06.2008

Keywords: Ch., 01, and, Murdock, Margery,

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It was sex kept Murdock going on the long drive home. Not the doing, but the thinking of. At a steady sixty miles, he reflected on his love life. Two years dead, he missed Muriel, missed her a lot. These one night stands were not cutting it. He needed more, certainly something more dependable. He counted down the mile markers, pondering his situation.

He was thinking of April, a long legged blonde whose marriage was a mess. He had met her earlier while passing out checks to his crew at a local hotspot where, true to tradition, he bought the guys a couple pitchers of beer.

A dance or two, a drink or three, and he found April not just agreeable, but eager to step out on her "no good" husband. "Let's use my place," she slurred, "da way I kin send the baby setter home. Promise nah to scare da kids." He'd of done her but for her getting sick drunk in the lot. Instead he drove her home and dumped her sagging body into the baby sitter's startled arms. On the way back out he bought groceries at the local mart.

He was thinking how much he would of enjoyed sinking his dick deep into April's sweet pussy and how he had planned to make her cum and cum again before breakfast duties spoiled their fun. And yet, he knew deep down he hadn't banged her because she more than stop gap. In the morning he'd of again walked dissatisfied with the girl and the night. He knew there had to be a better than banging married women and single moms. Just what he wasn't sure. Ahead of him he watched the road markers kept ticking down and thought on.

Pulling into his drive he turned the ignition off and yawned. A boarding house, that's what his sister suggested. Twelve years back he and Muriel bought the place. A run down mansion in the older part of town, they worked together to rebuilt it. In those twelve years everything had changed including the neighborhood. With house values up he could easily retire if he sold his house and business both. But retire to what: a Mexican beach house with a Mexican mistress? Too pat, too boring.

"Don't sell the place," his sister argued. "A large house a mere mile from campus, it's a gold mine. Move your butt out back and rent out all the rooms." To kick it off Agnes sent her daughter Susie downstate to live with him. She was to be his housekeeper while attending college. Murdock suspected what his sister really wanted was her boy crazy daughter out from underfoot.

He yawned again. He had decided to go with Agnes' plan, everything but him moving out. He liked his workshop as it was. It was Susie's chums that had decided him to do it. A nice bunch of kids they continually groused about the housing shortage. He could cook and Susie could keep house. The draw back he could see was the volume of food they consumed. He had to stop feeding anyone who walked in the door.

A load of groceries on each arm he elbowed open the side door and began tossing in bags. Too bad Muriel wasn't here to see this. She'd love having all these kids underfoot. Too bad she wasn't here. He shook his head in dismay. "I know, Muriel, I know," he grumbled at the ceiling. "I promised I'd find someone and I will."

At the four bag mark Murdock noticed some guy hurrying toward the parked cars on the street. His route took him across the lawn and through the flower beds. "Turkey," Murdock muttered aloud.

Then it struck him. There were a lot of cars out front, enough to suggest Susie had a party. He found himself asking what kind of party had guys staying through till morning. He didn't like the answer only in that Susie promised to be good. That she promised her mother no guys was another issue. Setting the groceries aside he strolled quietly down the hall. Ten feet in he came upon a female silhouette staring out the front window.

"Damn and double damn," she sighed. "Another stud, another dud, another night shot to hell." Outside the stud in question was about to drive away. Murdock frowned. Walking away from a spat solves nothing, he thought.

Of all Susie's friends Margery was the one he liked best. There was something about Margery that made her a cut above the rest. It was more than just her good looks or her sexy swagger, it was her mind. The girl loved a good argument almost as much as he did, and like himself, she was into world events, politics and the news. He liked her. He liked her a lot.

Not wanting to embarrass her he faded back against a wall and stood quiet. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize he interrupted a weekend fuck fest.

Murdock took a calming breath. He was angry, but at what he wasn't sure. Yes, Susie was a flake, but she always had been. Yes, his sister had given him the impossible task of managing his niece. And yes, Muriel was dead. None of this could be changed though.

Anger solves nothing, he told himself. Case in point, take Margery's date. A typical guy he probably wanted a morning fuck. She says no, they share words and he walks. How stupid can a guy get?

Murdock sighed. Pretty stupid actually. He, for instance, felt stupid for not telling Margery how he felt about her. The problem being he'd feel the bigger fool if she laughed at him. Frozen into inaction his lust quietly grew day by day and night by night.

"Time for another cold shower," he sighed.

Some twenty minutes later Murdock stepped out of his shower and wiped the mirror clean. You're not so old, he told himself. Okay so you're graying up and slowing down, is that a crime? Reaching down he gave his dick a few healthy strokes. He smiled at the mirror. "Hey stud, its time to face another day."

With that he wrapped a towel to his waist and headed off to meet the day. The bedroom beyond was a large room with scant furniture. A bed, a couple tables and a stuffed chair were all that remained of the original furnishings. His office and shop was in the carriage house out back. A soft "ahem" drew his eyes to the hallway door. He had left it open.

"Can I come in, Doc," Margery asked.

He double checked his towel and the knot about his waist. "Sure, why not."

Ignoring the chair he offered she crossed the room leaving her scent hanging in the air. Murdock found himself staring. She might as well have been naked for the coverage that outfit afforded her. He pushed back the thoughts surging up his spine. She leaned against a side table and the ceiling speakers came alive. She jumped forward. "Did I do that," she gasped.

"You're sitting on the controller," he explained. "It was on the table."

The station changed as she twisted about. The soft jazz became hard rock and the controller clattered to the floor. Murdock cringed at the noise. "I'll get it," she giggled. To Murdock's ear she sounded drunk. He'd of sent her home if she was working for him.

His eyes went wide as she slumped to the floor. Wider yet as she scuttled under the bed. He knew she shaved her legs, but her pussy? His dick pushed out against the towel front as he took in the sight of her bare butt. It ain't gonna happen, he growled at himself. There two things he didn't bring home: one was work and the other was women. It kept his home life sane.

"Got it," she announced. Suddenly the only noise was a cricket chirping outside the window.

Grabbing her ankle he dragged her out and hoisted her to her feet. Timidly she handed him the controller. "I think it's time you left, young lady. Oh, and tell Susie I don't appreciate being teased."

Margery fingered the bottom edge of her pink teddy. "Susie didn't send me." She was visibly nervous. "Susie says your libido died with your wife's passing. She says that because you never look her way. But Susie doesn't know you like I do. You don't look at Susie because you're too busy looking at me. It's me you want in your bed."

Smooth as glass she pulled the teddy up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Murdock's jaw dropped. Her breasts were firm and body unblemished. She was pert, pretty and damned awful desirable. He staggered back, dumbfounded.

"What happened to your boy friend," he growled. His anger had resurfaced. To his thinking only sluts jumped from bed to bed and guy to guy. The Margery he knew was no slut. Still, who was he to throw rocks at windows. He'd been bed jumping for several long months now.

"Who," she asked in a surprised tone.

"Henry, the guy that went stumping off across the lawn."

"Oh my god," she snickered, "you think Henry and I are an item." Her snicker became a chuckle. "Henry is as gay as they come. He was in a hurry because he was late for work."

"Then why'd he stay the night," Murdock asked in exasperation.

"Because, well, Susie, Henry, myself and a couple others tipped back a few too many last night. Susie didn't want us going home drunk. Other than Susie upchucking dinner nothing happened, honest Injun."

Another stud, another dud, another wasted night. Put in the proper context Margery's words made perfect sense.

Murdock eyes ran down her body and his dick pushed out harder. "Why the fuck not," he growled aloud. The thought of turning away two women in one night was too much to handle. This way Margery would get what she wanted and he would get what he needed. With a flick of his wrist he dropped his towel to the floor. Free of constraint his dick took a bird dog stance pointing at her crotch.

Smiling Margery stepped back against the bed edge and opened wide her arms.

************

Ever have someone shake a beer before they pass it down the line. I have. The pop top sprayed all over my blouse. Everyone laughed but me.

Two years without sex I figured Doc would be that beer can, a guy waiting to explode. Personally I liked the idea of his dick exploding into my pussy, but feared he might well pop his top too soon. I at least expected him to leap.

Wrong on all counts. He calmly walked passed me, locked the door and dimmed the lights. I think my jaw dropped.

"Something wrong," he asked, sliding past me a second time.

"I ah, I didn't expect you to be so bloody calm."

He extracted a couple three pillows from the closet and tossed them toward the bed.