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Reggie parked her car in front of ___'s house, praying that it would start up again later. It was the middle of winter and the first snowfall of a blizzard were already beginning to fall. The car was used and never ran well in the winter time. This blizzard would either kill her car or make it stronger. She climbed out of the car and went up to the door, pounding loudly. It was dipping below freezing and Reggie never liked the cold. "Come on, you bastard," she muttered under her breath. She knocked on the door again. "Open up!" she called. "I'll kick your ass if you keep me waiting any longer!"

Reggie: http://www.popcrunch.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/gabrielle-union-2.jpg
 
Marcel heard the banging on the door and the screaming through it. That had to be Reggie. Only she would be out in this storm and showing up here unannounced. Getting up off the couch he pulled on his hoodie and paused the movie. Getting to the door he looked through the peep hole and there she was... and not dressed for the weather at all!

"You couldn't kick my ass if I was hogtied and naked!" he yelled back through the door.

"If you are going to be rude maybe I won't open the door. So ask nicely."

Marcel: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cP0pJ4PhG...AAAjo/xe1GLhahYtE/s320/gorgeous+geek+JBM.jpeg
 
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Reggie scowled, knowing he was watching her through the peephole. What an asshole! She was freezing her ass off and he expected her to place nice. Yeah right. She gave him the finger, sticking her tongue out for added effect. "Marcel, open the door or I'll politely kick your ass!" She pounded on the door again, trying the knob to see if it was unlocked. It wasn't. "I'm freezing my tits off out here!"
 
"Your tits coming off would be a tragedy."

He unlocked the door and opened it just enough for her tp slip through.

"What were u doing out in this storm that POS dressed lile that?"

He looked her over and admired her figure.
 
Reggie grinned when he opened the door. She had won! She slipped inside and shook the snowflakes out of her hair, undoing her thin coat and kicking off her shoes. She stood there in tight jeans and a tank top that showed maybe a little too much cleavage. "I don't know where my big coat is," she said simply, tossing her coat on the chair that stood near the door. Having been there plenty of times before, she went straight to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and bent over, looking to the very back. "Hey, jackass! Where's the pudding I left here?"
 
"Last I saw any of it was on a spoon headed for my mouth. It was delicious by the way."

He walked back the couch and fell into his spot. Flipping up the foot rest he reclined and restarted the movie. It was a gladiator flick and the climactic fight in the arena was about to begin. The hero facing three other gladiators. The heroine chained, and naturally topless, in the Emperors box seats.
 
Reggie growled under her breath, grabbing one of the pops he kept in the fridge. "Greedy bastard!" she called to him, grabbing chips from the cupboard. She went into the living room and plopped down on the couch, putting her feet in his lap. She glanced at the movie. "This movie again? You just watch it for the boobs." She popped open her drink and took a swig. The hero did an impressive flip and managed to pin one of the gladiators under him. "I can do that," she said, opening the bag of chips.
 
"What's wrong with watching a movie for the boobs? Though I watch this one for the fights. I watch porn for the boobs."

I can do that

Chuckling to himself as she said that he leaned over and poked her side. Knowing what a fitness freak she is he decided to mess with her a little.

"I don't know. You seem a little soft."
 
Reggie gasped at his comment. She had always prided herself about having a nice body. She was fit and strong. Marcel of all people should have known that. She remembered more than a couple of times where she had to kick his ass to prove a point. She glared at him, a playful gleam in her eye. "Take that back you bastard!" She held her can of pop threatening. He knew she wouldn't hesitate to poor it all over him.
 
Matching her stare he leaned forward closer to her. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Make me."

He used his strenght and leverage to start bending her arm back so he could pour the pop on her.
 
Reggie knew it was only a matter of moments before the pop would be all over her. Despite her fit condition, she wasn't stronger than Marcel. Sighing in frustration, she dropped the pop on the floor so it didn't get on either of them. "Look what you made me do! I wasted a perfectly good pop!" Good thing it was only Sprite; she didn't want to be blamed for any stains. She pushed her body forward with all of her strength so she was on top of him. "You're going to pay for that!"
 
"Pay for what? You're the klutz who dropped the pop."

With her stretched out on top of him he flung his arms around her. Pinning her own arms against her body he stood up and let her feet dangle inches above the ground.

"Your move Reggie."

He started to squeeze her in the bear hug. Not hard enough to hurt her but with ample easy strength to let her know fighting with direct might was likely a lost cause.
 
Reggie couldn't even begin to count how many fights she had picked with Marcel. He was taller than her by 3 inches, out weighed her by at least 25 pounds, and he wasn't afraid to get rough with her. She hardly ever won a fight with Marcel. But she was stubborn and feisty; she would never give up until she completely dominated him.

So when he pulled her into a bear hug, Reggie went to her default attack method. She lashed out with her teeth and found his earlobe, tugging on it. She didn't cause him pain--they never actually hurt each other--but she did cause him a great deal of discomfort. "I'll murder you!" she snarled, finding his earlobe again tugging.
 
Marcel winced when she latched onto his earlobe. Damnit when she did that he always thought he was going to lose half his ear. She had yet to draw blood but when she played like this it was only a matter of time.

I'll murder you!"

"The only thing you have killed recently was that large pizza last Friday when you were over... and your sense of style. The 80's called, they want their clothes back."

He knew poking fun at the way she ate and dressed would get her to open her mouth and as she did he could throw his head back and get his ears away from her jaws.
 
Just like he planned, Reggie gasped and let go of his ear. "You ate half of the people and my clothes are not from the 80s." She tried going for his ear again, but it was out of her reach. She wrapped her legs around him, her pelvis rubbing against his. She gasped at the friction, a jolt running through her. Choosing to ignore it before he noticed her reaction, she bit his nose. "I want my pudding!"
 
"OUCH! Damn it Reggie let go of my nose!"

As her legs wrapped around his waist Marcel become suddenly conscious of his clothes. Not having expected company he was in knock around sweat pants and a hoodie with no t-shirt or underwear on underneath. The friction of her crotch against his, he knew would very quickly cause something to come between them.

Digging his fingers into her sides to get her to let go again he tossed her on the couch and took two quick steps back. Dropping a little lower he readied himself for another assault from her.

"Well unless you want to snake out the toilet there is no more pudding. But as always I have something else creamy and delicious for you if you want to get it."

He grabbed a pillow from his recliner and tossed it at her as the indignation flashed across her face.
 
Reggie's face showed nothing but shock as a cum joke flew past her. It wasn't the first time a sexual joke passed between them. Reggie loved harmless flirting and vulgar language. But for some reason, it was different now. Maybe because she had just felt his bulge press against her and it turned her on. Smirking slightly, she folded her arms across her chest, pressing her breasts up. "You're so mean to me, Marcel," she purred. While he was distracted she jumped up and tackled him, sending them both to the ground. "I'll kill you!" she screamed, trying to pin his arms down.
 
Taking her lunge at him Marcel let them both fall backwards with her landing on top straddling his stomach, the small furnace growing between her legs becoming evident as she settled in. He kept his arms moving to prevent her from ever pinning them down but he stayed focused on the swaying of her breasts with all the movement. At opportune times he would bounce or wiggle his lower body to slowly inch her down closer to his hips. All of the friction was making his hard-on unmistakable and he just hoped she wouldn't notice as he finally got her settled back over his hips and the thickness of it was wedged against her groin for a moment. Then, planting his feet he thrust up and right, grinding his dick into her momentarily, and threw her off. Rolling with the motion he ended up on top, laying between her legs and holding her wrists to the ground with all his weight bearing down.

"You know for as much as you talk about this stuff your not very good at it."
 
Reggie was so concentrated on trying to pin his arms down, that she didn't notice his hard dick pressing against her until the last second. Not only was it hard, but it was big and she only got to enjoy it for a second before she was thrown off of him. Try as she might, she was unable to keep her wrists from being pinned down. She stared up at him and managed a glare. "I've kicked your ass plenty of times before Marcel and you know it!" This wasn't exactly true, but Reggie was all talk. She never stopped talking shit, even if she was getting her ass kicked.

She tried to use her body to get him off of her, thrusting up with her hips. It was no use; he was just too heavy. The friction she was creating was quite nice though, so she continued.
 
The way Reggie was pushing her hips up and grinding against him seemed to change. Instead of trying to move him off it felt like she was trying to rub on his dick. Quickly he stopped being just aroused and moved to having the biggest hard-on in his life.

Pulling his mind out of his pants Marcel looked at Reggie. They had been friends for years. He knew she was beautiful and enjoyed looking at her often. Hell they had seen each other naked before when changing clothes. The friend vibe was always just to strong. Even the few times they made out when drunk were always laughed off and fuel for their verbal innuendo. Now though she was grinding on him and it felt amazing.

Without thinking he started pushing back on her. His dick filling the front of his sweatpants. He moved her hands above her head to stretch out her torso and noticed all the movement had knocked a strap from her tank top off her shoulder and a nipple was almost about to pop out. The sight made him lick his lips.
 
Reggie closed her eyes as they started dry humping each other. This was a first for them. There had been plenty of times where sexual tension had been hinted, plenty of times when they joked about having sex. But they were friends! Just friends. They joked around, they hung out. But they never ever had any sort of physical relationship. But as they laid there, grinding themselves into one another, Reggie felt that she was ready to take that leap. Hopefully, she would land in Marcel's bed.

She opened her eyes just as he licked his lips. That was all Reggie needed to see. She leaned up and caught his lips with hers, pulling him into a rough, passionate kiss. This was the first time they had ever kissed without them both being completely plastered. At least she would remember the kiss this time.
 
Her lips caught him with his mouth open and tongue out. With ease he slipped it into her mouth and the kiss grew deeper. As it did he pressed down pn her and the dry humping became harded and faster. Releasing one wrist his hand was drawn to the breast peeking out pf her shirt. He pulled it free amd rolled the nipple between his fingers.

After a few moments of that he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to that naked dark morsel. Sucking it in he lashed it with his tongue while holding it firmly in his teeth. All while his grinding turned into determined thrusts as if tryi g to fotce his erection into her through their clothes.
 
He was an amazing kisser. His tongue danced around her mouth and Reggie welcomed it, wrestling it with her own tongue. God, he tasted good. She moaned into his mouth as he played with her nipple, freeing one of her hands. Now, she just needed the other one free. His mouth found his way to her nipple and she smiled a bit. His tongue felt amazing, but that wasn't the reason why she was smiling. His grip had loosened on her other hand.

Moving as quick as she could, she snapped her hand out of his grip and grabbed his hair, tugging it just enough to cause him a twinge of pain. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed and rolled him onto his back. She quickly straddled him and grabbed his wrists, pinning him down. She caught his lips in another kiss, resuming the grinding.
 
Marcel rolled with Reggie as she pushed him over and pushed his mouth against hers as they kissed again. Her pelvis gyrations were making his cock pulse as it grew harder still and he could keep a growing wet spot on his sweatpants where he was leaking precum.

After a minute of letting her hold him down he twisted his hands free of her grip. One slid the the other tank top strap down letting the shirt fall free and bare her breasts. The other came to rest on the small of her back to add force to her grinding. His hips started thrusting up at her in time with the grind as well.

Breaking the kiss he pulled his face make a fraction of an inch to growl lustfully at her.

"Well are you just going to sit there an grind on it like some high school cock tease or are you going to be a real woman and do something with my dick?" He grinned at her hoping to spike her ego and pride with the comment.
 
At his comment, Reggie's eyes sparked with anger. But only for a brief moment. He knew exactly how to push her buttons and though she was fully aware of his ploy, she couldn't help but fall right into his trap. But probably not in the way he wanted. She slapped him, but only hard enough to leave a sharp sting. She grinned down at him, leaning into to nibble on his earlobe. "Be careful, Marcel," she whispered in his ear. "I'm not above making you into my bitch." She lifted her head so she could meet his lips with hers again, her hands sliding down his body. She stopped grinding him, lifting up her hips so she could slip a hand in between them. She grabbed his junk roughly, rubbing it. "You think you can handle me, Marcel?" whispered Reggie, her lips brushing against his.
 
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