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I'd given Marla not one, but several of my business cards with my home address and number on them and implored the importance of her being able to find me, as she didn't want me to know exactly where she was staying... at least for now. I was concerned that, if she was in with these thugs as deeply as I feared, they'd take her phone and I'd have no way of reaching her. Marla agreed and promised to reach out to me at least once a week.

I hated not knowing where she was staying, but supposedly it was for my own good. I also hated the fact that she would likely be in some kind of trouble for ditching those guys at the party to spend a few hours with me. I wanted to know so much more. But, I knew I had to show her the trust and respect she deserved. There was no way I was going to jeopardize what was such a beautiful reunion that evening, by prying what I imagined to be nasty details from her, right then and there. So, I gritted my teeth after we said our goodbyes and went home, happy but emotionally exhausted.

By the following Friday, I still hadn't heard from Marla and it was driving me crazy. I couldn't help myself from wondering, if this was just a one-off. Was she gone again? I promised her I wouldn't contact her by phone, because the guys she was with were known to do bad, bad things. I certainly wasn't about to get her hurt just because I was having a weak moment... err, week! So, as hard as it was for me to regain my normal weekend mindset, several pre-party beers with my buddy Carl after work, helped me at least pretend I wasn't completely obsessed.

Internally, I knew there was no denying how preoccupied my mind was on 'my girl'. I kept imagining what she was doing. Was she getting fucked or just fucked up? Was she dressed as hot as she was last weekend in those tattered jeans, heels and tight tube top? Ah, that tube top! Usually 18 year old girls can't really pull that look off, but if my mind's eye was correct, Marla was every bit a D-cup! The evening at the diner had been a little less obvious. Since it was chilly, she was wearing a cropped jean jacket. But, from the way her breasts parted the button hole and button cuffs, it was pretty apparent that she'd not have been able to fasten the top half of them, if she'd tried. Plus, those long hugs didn't lie!

Tonight, I was out with my friends, though... on the prowl, as it were. Joe, Carl, Jack and Tommy uncharacteristically took turns on point, deciding where we'd hang and for how long, depending on the 'talent'. I was content to be a follower this night and we were definitely having fun. Joe and Tommy actually hooked up with a couple hotties and eventually disappeared. Carl and I weren't having the same luck and eventually called it a night around 12:00. That was how it usually went. Some of us would score and some of us would strike out. It was funny, though. Carl and I were usually the studs and hooked up more often than not, But like my dad says all the time irrespective of whatever day of the week it was, "Any give Sunday!"

I don't know what Carl's excuse was, but I sure had one. Perhaps our pre gaming was a little too evident, but I was pretty sure, that for the first time in my young life, I was pussy whipped... over a girl whose pussy I'd never even glimpsed! I was far from melancholy about it in my buzzed state. Hell, I thought that fact was pretty funny, really. But I kept it to myself. I didn't need Carl or the other guys eventually razzing me about it.

I dropped Carl off on my way home and was just about to crash for the evening, when my phone rang. I figured it was either Tommy or Joe about to beg me to güvenilir bahis come back and pick them up after their liaisons, so they didn't have to crash on some broken down 'ghetto house' couch. As I reached for my phone, I had, "Fuck you guys!" all cued up. But, then I saw it was Marla!

"Shit, it's after 1:30!" I thought, but quickly answered it before the third ring.

"Marla?"

"Yeaahh... izz Marl'a. How you zdoin' Joshie!"

"Thank-god-it's-you-are-you-ok?" I rattled in one breath.

"Yeahhhh, Joshie. I'm juss... (cough-cough... cooouugh... coouuuuuugh!) ehhmm, I'n fiiine! I wann' ur dick, Joshie! I wann' yu tah fuckk me wizzit, baby!"

"Holy shit, Marla! You're so wasted!"

"(Hiiiisssssssssss... cough-cough... Coooouuuuuggh!) Yeaaahh, I'm.. I am... an' I'n nhorny.. fer.. yer.. dick!"

I heard a guy in the background, "Yeah, if you don't mind sloppy seconds!" Someone else said, "Or, thirds! Ha ha ha!"

"Jesus, Marla! Where the fuck are you?"

"Haaa! Azzah good quession! Where'a fukkk an I?! (Hiiiiiisssssss...couuuuuuuugh... coouuuugh... coooooough!)"

"My god, Marla, your killing me! Where the hell are you, baby!?"

"A'on't fuggin' no, Joshie, Josh, Josh. Ayy won'tell me! He he he."

"I can't find you, baby! PLEASE MARLA! Can you here me? PLEASE, Please, call me tomorrow when you get up! Can you remember that? Can you call me when you get up, baby?"

All I heard from then on was heavy breathing, moans, hiss after hiss, cough after cough and body parts slapping together.

"FUUUCCCKKK!" I screamed into the phone. When I heard no reaction, I reluctantly hung up.

I gotta put a tracker app on her phone, ASAP! I realized immediately that putting up with this kinda shit again was the surest way to end up in a padded cell!

I was beyond pissed, but there was no denying the massive boner aching between my legs. I collapsed on the bed, stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. The damned thing wasn't going down on it's own, so I took matters into my own hands, wiped myself off with my t-shirt and passed my frustrated, buzzed-ass out!

After a fitful night, I crawled out of bed late that Saturday morning, never having slept for more than two hours at a time. I periodically checked my phone for messages throughout the night. There were none. When I did get up, I decided, 'Fuck it. I'm texting her.'

"Marla, please call me as soon as you're feeling well enough to talk. I know you had a looong night, so no rush, but we need to talk." Boy, did we need to talk!

I watched some college games on ESPN the rest of the morning and into the afternoon, to get my mind off of what was going on inside it. Carl called as the sun sank low enough in the sky to close out the day and usher in the evening. He was loaded for bear and ready for Saturday night's round two of college girl, skirt chasing! He was really funny and in rare form and I almost considered scrapping my plan to scrap an evening of chasing tail on campus. But, I knew my head wasn't in the game and told him I wasn't feeling well. He wasn't really concerned, just disappointed that I wasn't matching his enthusiasm. We were team A