Marcy's Playground 12 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 12 by loyalsock

... both glad and crushed. He cared about my future and he didn't want me. &#034It's a great school. You should go.&#034 Tears welled up, but I blinked them away. &#034We'll think of something,&#034 he said. &#034I don't want to talk about it,&#034 I said. &#034Okay,&#034 he said. &#034Want to have sex instead?&#034 I asked. &#034I don't want you to break my cock,&#034 he said. &#034Really?&#034 He cracked up. &#034No. But you might want to give your sacred spaces a rest. We've already had sex three times today. You could get honeymoon cystitis.&#034 I didn't know what that was, but it didn't sound good. &#034But we could have sex tomorrow, and the day after.&#034 Now that sounded like a plan. I really wanted to learn what those other positions were. * Jean-Luc was true to his word. I should definitely start keeping a diary. One that had a lock. It was Saturday before I had a day off, and I walked over to Bevvie's to see if she wanted to go down to the lake with me. Thank God it was back down to beauteous temperatures again. When Bevvie opened the door, she didn't seem exactly herself. Except that she had a bag of Snickers minis in her hand. &#034What's up?&#034 I asked. She backed up to let me in. &#034Marce, do you think you could use some of your gymnastic training stuff to help me lose weight?&#034 I blinked. &#034Yeah, of course, you could start going to the gym with me—&#034 She cut me off. &#034I'm too embarrassed to go to the gym.&#034 &#034We could start right here,&#034 ...

... I said. &#034With gentle stretches and stuff.&#034 She nodded. &#034And do you think you could, like, use some of your psychology stuff you're always studying to help me with the, you know,&#034 she held up the Snickers bag, &#034psychological stuff.&#034 &#034Of course.&#034 &#034I mean I'm so lonely.&#034 What! Then she broke into tears. What! I hugged her, getting smothered in her breasts. &#034Bevvie, I can't believe you said that. We're like, best friends, how can you be lonely?&#034 She was crying too hard to answer. Suddenly I thought about altruism. I had been so busy having sex, I hadn't noticed my best friend needed help. I disentangled myself from the embrace. &#034We will tackle this together, Bev. Whatever you need. I'm totally here for you.&#034 &#034Will you, ah, go to Overeaters Anonymous meetings with me? And sit in a meeting with me the first time? I'm scared to go by myself.&#034 They have those? &#034Sure Bev. Of course, whatever you need. Why didn't you ask before?&#034 She shrugged. &#034Because I'm a sucky friend, that's why,&#034 I said. &#034I wasn't ready,&#034 she said. I blinked. &#034You need me to go on a diet with you, I'll go on a diet with you,&#034 I said. &#034You need to just walk a block, then we'll do that.&#034 She started crying again. &#034You don't have to do it all at once, and you don't have to do it alone.&#034 &#034It's about sex,&#034 she said. I blinked. &#034Ah, what?&#034 &#034I'm afraid. Do you think if um, I want to go to a ...