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Marcy's Playground 6 by loyalsock
Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster
... said. "First time for everything," he said and smiled. Then he reached over and held my hand. The lights went down, and he gave me a kiss that melted my insides and everything else. Great. Now I have to sit through an hour and a half with wet underwear. The movie was awesome, and soon I was in outer space with Star-Lord, Rocket, Groot, and the crew. I felt Jean-Luc's arm reach around me and settle on the back of my chair, and I had to suppress a giddy laugh. This was like a real date! I was on a date! Then I got lost in the movie again. Add another thing to things I love besides football, reading, and eating sugar: movies. Oh, yeah, and sex. I think. I really want to find out. "Hey," I whispered in Jean-Luc's ear. "Is there a porn movie that stars football players reading and eating ice cream while having sex?" "No," he whispered back, "But there's one just like that with cheerleaders." I laughed. "Watch it with me?" I asked. "Oh, baby." The movie ended. I really liked it. We stayed to watch all the credits. Which was good, because they did that thing where they have a little bonus clip at the end, although there was obviously some reference about it that Jean-Luc got that I didn't. When we were the last ones in the theater Jean-Luc kissed me. Oh, I might not know yet if I like sex, but I really like kissing. "Want ...
... to go back to my place?" Jean-Luc asked. "Uh-huh," I said. "Good," he said. He held my hand on the way back to the parking lot. I felt pressure to make conversation. Like I should be asking him questions and telling him stories, but I couldn't think about what. For me the pressure skyrocketed on the way to his apartment. Was this going to be the time we actually did it? He lived downtown, on the top floor of a high-rise. I expected his apartment to be all super slick modern bachelor guy, but it totally wasn't. It was mostly decorated in frumpy old lady. I looked around. Faded off-white crochet doilies. Knick-knacks. China figurines. Tiffany style lamps. Lots of stuff. He saw me looking. "I rent the place furnished," he said. "That's mine," he pointed to a huge TV. "That's mine," he pointed to a comfy-looking black leather chair. "That's mine," he pointed to a black bookcase filled with law books. He touched my chest over my heart and lifted one eyebrow. I smiled. "Wanna dance?" he asked. I looked around, confused. He got out his phone, fiddled with it. Music filled the room. I didn't know who sang it, but the words were "I want to know what love is, I want you to show me." I snorted. He changed the song. Again, I didn't know the artist. "It feels like the first time; it feels like the very first time."