Marcy's Playground 6 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 6 by loyalsock

... I must have been glowing because I got lots of compliments, not only on my outfit, but on my skin. Whatever. Evan came out, looking happy and relaxed. &#034So, you're coming over my house tonight?&#034 &#034Huh?&#034 &#034To have dinner with Heather?&#034 &#034Oh, oh yeah.&#034 &#034Seven?&#034 &#034Yeah, sure, that will work.&#034 He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. &#034See you then,&#034 he said. Somehow, suddenly, this all struck me as weird. I'm a still sort of virgin, working in a sex club, going to have dinner with the wife of a patron who likes to...what do they say? Pull up to the bumper. Boy, there's a rap song in there somewhere. Howard, the seventy-year-old came in. &#034Hey, girly.&#034 &#034Hey, handsome.&#034 He cackled. Swipe. Forget going to college in the fall for psychology; I was learning a heck of a lot about psychology right here. Finally it calmed down. I was reading the new Stephanie Meyers book, and I wanted to get back to it. At three o'clock the phone rang. I expected it would be someone asking for directions. It wasn't. &#034Marcy?&#034 The voice was low and full of hope. Jean-Luc. &#034J.L.?&#034 &#034Hey,&#034 he said softly drawing out the one word. &#034Hi,&#034 I said softly back. &#034Evan said he didn't have your number,&#034 he said. &#034He said he wrote his number down for you, but you never called him.&#034 I thought about it; that was true. &#034I didn't want to wait to call you,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034Is it okay to call you ...

... on your work line?&#034 &#034I should probably give you my cell,&#034 I said. I rattled off my number. &#034Call you right back, sweetie.&#034 My cell rang, my general ringtone, Fireworks, by Katy Perry. Maybe I should dedicate that to Jean-Luc only. &#034Hi, baby,&#034 he said. &#034Hello,&#034 I said shyly, and blushed. &#034I just wanted to see if you're...you know. Okay? Are you okay?&#034 &#034Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.&#034 &#034No regrets?&#034 I thought about it. &#034No.&#034 He let out a loud sigh. It sounded like relief. &#034Good. Sorry I had to rush this morning. I had a bitch of a meeting. Sorry, a nightmare of a meeting.&#034 I smiled. &#034Go out to dinner with me tonight?&#034 he asked. &#034Okay. Ah, no. I can't.&#034 &#034Hot date?&#034 he teased. &#034I'm having dinner with Heather.&#034 &#034Oh.&#034 &#034Yeah, so I can tell her all about you,&#034 I said in a teasing voice. &#034I thought good girls don't kiss and tell,&#034 he said. &#034I don't kiss and tell,&#034 I said. &#034But I might kiss and ask.&#034 I thought I could hear him smile on the other end of the line. &#034Hold on,&#034 I said. Barbara-Sue, a sixty-something hippy looking woman with long curly blue hair, came in. We talked for a few seconds, and I swiped her in. I picked up the phone to resume my conversation. &#034I'll let you go, Lafferty. I just wanted to check up on you. Let you know I'm thinking about you.&#034 &#034Thanks.&#034 &#034You've got my number now. How about Friday?&#034 ...