Marcy's Playground 10 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 10 by loyalsock

... looked at me, an evil smirk curling up the corner of his mouth. &#034So it's just you and me for a minute, baby.&#034 I should feel nervous, but I didn't. I took a toothbrush out of my back pocket and held it up. He laughed. &#034This is the first time we're alone together for a long conversation since Zen Sushi,&#034 I said. Evan gave me a very soft kiss on my lips, just the barest of brushes. &#034Come on mochi, you can help me make dinner.&#034 I went into the kitchen with him. He had all the fixings out for sandwiches. &#034This is the type of dinner preparation I can do,&#034 I said. &#034Me too, sweetness,&#034 he said. We were making a ton of sandwiches. I guess he expected everybody to be hungry. We worked in companionable silence and I marveled at how good, and how comfortable it felt to be with him. &#034You know, I never asked you what you do for a living,&#034 I said. &#034You didn't?&#034 he asked. &#034No,&#034 I said. &#034I still don't know.&#034 &#034I work with autistic k**s,&#034 he said. &#034Ones who are really low down on the spectrum. I teach life skills, behavioral modification, basic reading, plan outings, work on quality of like things, set up physical education routines, that kind of stuff.&#034 &#034Sounds rewarding,&#034 I said. &#034Don't k** yourself. It can be a big pain in the ass. Yesterday a nine-year-old went ballistic on me. It's rewarding, but it's exhausting. I always wish I could do more. I'm always thinking of ways to try to do the ...

... same things, but better. I deal with parents, siblings, schools. I love it, but it's draining in a way nothing else is. So I don't talk about it too much. I just try to make sure I have a rich life in all the other areas of my life so I have more and more to give.&#034 Then he made comical lewd eyebrow movements and leered at me. &#034Why is it that I feel so comfortable with you?&#034 I asked. &#034I don't know. Chemistry? Kismet?&#034 &#034I mean, why do I trust you so much?&#034 He shrugged. &#034Sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them for a hundred years. I've only had that feeling twice: with Heather and with you.&#034 &#034Wow.&#034 He smiled at me, that beautiful, radiant smile. &#034Yeah.&#034 &#034I've seen you around and always wanted to talk to you,&#034 I said. Then I covered my mouth. Oops. I probably shouldn't have said that. Evan rubbed his shoulder against mine. &#034I felt the same way about you, sweetness. Except you were always driving your car when I was walking, and I was always driving when you were walking around.&#034 &#034Then I saw you at Melody's,&#034 I said. &#034And I was like, oh shit!&#034 &#034That's not what I thought,&#034 Evan said. &#034I thought, yum.&#034 I laughed. &#034It's weird that I trust you so much.&#034 He put down the sandwich he was making. &#034Marcy, you should trust your instincts. I meant it when I said I would help you learn anything you want. And I would never hurt you. Never. I won't steer you wrong. ...