Marcy's Playground 4 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 4 by loyalsock

&#034Not yet?&#034 he asked when I didn't answer immediately. &#034Maybe in a minute,&#034 I said, when I got my breath back. Evan slowly ran his hands down Heather's sides, and back up to her breasts. The two of them together were lovely to watch. Breathtaking. Enchanting. In love, and lovely. I wanted that. Jean-Luc put his chin on the top of my head. &#034Beautiful aren't they?&#034 &#034Absolutely,&#034 I said. A thought occurred to me. &#034Is this why people like porn?&#034 &#034Hell no,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034This is nothing like porn.&#034 &#034Oh.&#034 &#034You've never seen porn? Even soft porn?&#034 &#034Ah, no.&#034 &#034Oh, little girl. The things I could educate you on.&#034 &#034Yes, please.&#034 &#034Be careful what you wish for.&#034 I guess porn was more... edgy? Dirty? Scripted? I didn't know. But maybe one day it would be interesting to know the difference. Evan took Heather's shirt off. He unhooked her bra and very, very slowly drew her bra down her arms and off. Her breasts were gorgeous. Without me really realizing it, one of my hands reached out as if to touch one. &#034Oh my God,&#034 I mumbled. &#034There's something wrong with me,&#034 I whispered. &#034There's nothing wrong with you,&#034 Jean-Luc said firmly. Evan kissed down Heather's neck. He caressed the top of her breast. It looked like his fingers touched her so lightly, and a soft trail of heat blazed across the tops of my own flesh. A small moan escaped me and I arched back into ...

... Jean-Luc. And then Evan took one of Heather's nipples in his mouth. Oh my God. Were they going to go all the way in front of us? I stiffened, like a brittle rubber band snapping in two. &#034I guess you've seen enough for now,&#034 Jean-Luc said. He led me back out to the porch. My face was burning red. The temperature had dropped, so it was probably down to the low seventies. I was glad for the cooler air. &#034That was...intense,&#034 I said. &#034You think that's intense,&#034 he said. &#034We've barely even started.&#034 I sighed loudly. &#034You're sensitive,&#034 he said. &#034I guess,&#034 I said. &#034Come here,&#034 he said. He sat down, and pulled me onto his lap. It was surprisingly non-sexual. He stroked my hair. &#034We can try this again in a few months, or in a year, or in two years. Different girls get ready at different times.&#034 &#034I'm ready now,&#034 I said. &#034Yeah, right,&#034 he said sarcastically. &#034I am, I am. I'm ready.&#034 &#034Lady's choice,&#034 he said. Then he kissed me. He started exactly the same way Evan did. He looked in my eyes like I was the only girl in the world. He looked down at my lips. He looked back at my eyes again. Jean-Luc gently tucked a stray hair behind my ear, tilted my head, and slowly moved his face closer until he brushed his lips ever so gently against mine. It was barely even a touch. It was the lightest possible caress. So light, if I hadn't been watching him hone in on me, expecting it, anticipating it with all my ...