Marcy's Playground 7 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 7 by loyalsock

... smiled. &#034Yes.&#034 &#034I thought you were too sophisticated for that,&#034 I said. &#034Not about you.&#034 I ducked my head, and bit my lip, and tried not to smile. &#034Does that mean that you won't go to Melody's anymore?&#034 I asked. &#034I won't go to Melody's if you don't want me to go,&#034 he said. I shrugged. &#034I won't go,&#034 he said. I didn't know what to think. &#034Baby, we started this because I was convenient.&#034 &#034No!&#034 I said. Jean-Luc came close to me. &#034Yes. Evan wanted to be with you, and he thought it would be easier if you were with me first.&#034 I shuddered. &#034Easier for you, mentally,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034Because he's married.&#034 I buried my face in his chest. &#034This is complicated,&#034 I said. &#034Not really, my sweet baby,&#034 he said. &#034We started this ... well, part of the reason you started it, I guess. God, I'm fucking this up. What I'm trying to say...&#034 He ran his hands through his hair, obviously exasperated. &#034It seems like you've been focused, maybe because you had a physical goal. Now I'm asking you if you'd like to change it, add an emotional goal. &#034I'm not saying this right. I liked you from the start. I like you more and more each day. I didn't think I was a romantic before I met you. Now I do. That's why.&#034 &#034So you don't want to fuck me because you like me?&#034 He laughed. &#034Sort of. Not exactly. You didn't answer my question.&#034 &#034What question?&#034 Jean-Luc paused ...

... for second, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. &#034Do you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend?&#034 I nodded. &#034Then how about you curl up in my arms tonight? And we'll spend the summer getting to know each other.&#034 I wasn't sure what to say. &#034I'll never lose my virginity!&#034 is what came out. He smiled. &#034I promise, being an 100-year-old virgin is not something that's going to happen to you.&#034 &#034Well, I guess if you promise,&#034 I drew the words out, &#034then I guess I can be your girlfriend. You know, like, on a trial basis. If you promise to put out.&#034 I noticed the music again. It was Sweetest Thing. U2. Bono has a recognizable voice. &#034Are you ready to go to sl**p?&#034 I nodded. &#034I didn't pack a toothbrush,&#034 I said. &#034I have an extra,&#034 he said. I put my hand over my face and shook my head. &#034My boyfriend is a player.&#034 &#034No. I just buy my toothbrushes in a three-pack because it's cheaper. Works out good for you, or you'd be brushing your teeth with your finger.&#034 I smiled at him. &#034Kiss me?&#034 I asked. &#034Any time, Lafferty.&#034 The kiss started out slowly. He explored my mouth, and let me explore his. He pressed me closer to him, and the kiss exploded, suddenly brutal and hot. I felt his erection spring up between us. He broke off the kiss. &#034Aaaaaand, that's when it's time to take a break,&#034 he said. His jocular words were in direct contrast to his pained expression. I pouted. &#034Puppy ...