Marcy's Playground 7 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 7 by loyalsock

... dog eyes don't work on me, Lafferty. If you think I don't want to throw you down on the floor? Oh, how wrong you are. I'm trying to be a gentleman here. Don't tempt me.&#034 It's wrong to do the end zone dance when he says something like that, isn't it? I remembered seeing reruns of an old cartoon show with human-like tigers and cats. One stood on top of a rock and raised a sword and yelled, 'I have the power!' I knew how he felt. Great. Jean-Luc led me into his bedroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a grey Hoosiers t-shirt. &#034This should work as night-shirt for you.&#034 &#034It will probably come down to my knees,&#034 I said. &#034And sexy knees they are.&#034 He grabbed a pair of blue boxers. &#034I'll go change in the bathroom. Give a yell when you're ready.&#034 Brushing teeth side by side with him was a new and strangely intimate experience. His bed was harder than mine, and I liked it. He spooned me up into him, like he did at the hotel. It was really nice. &#034Lafferty?&#034 he asked, after we had settled down. &#034What?&#034 &#034Thanks for giving me a chance.&#034 &#034Are you k**ding me? You're a sex god with...&#034 I shut up. He laughed. &#034All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth and to live up to my girlfriend's expectations,&#034 he said. &#034It's July,&#034 I said. &#034Yeah,&#034 he said softly. &#034The best July ever.&#034 He moved my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. &#034Are you tired?&#034 &#034If that's your way of asking ...

... 'Are you too sl**py for sex?' Then hell no. If you really mean, 'Are you tired?' Then yes.&#034 Jean-Luc kissed me where my neck met the back of my ear. &#034sl**p well, baby,&#034 he said. &#034You too.&#034 What a roller coaster. I could hardly believe it! I'd have to start keeping a diary or something. Fooling around with a super hot guy was one thing, but having a hottie for a boyfriend? Holy crack bubbles. I thought about sexy love songs, searing kisses, the irony of having a boyfriend who wants to take it slow, talking raccoons, and then I was asl**p. * I woke up feeling really horny. Is that normal? I had my face sort of tucked in Jean-Luc's armpit. Is that why I felt like boiling cauldron of lust? I quietly slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. I came back and stared at Jean-Luc. His hair was matted every which way over his forehead, like someone had styled it with a weed whacker and a blender. He had one hand tucked under his chin. His mouth was slightly opened. He looked gorgeous. I took off my nightshirt and slid on top of him. &#034Hhmm?&#034 he said. &#034Yeah, mmmmnn,&#034 I said. His eyes fluttered open and closed. sl**py. I rubbed my hips against his erection. &#034I'm having a really nice dream,&#034 he said. &#034Oh?&#034 I rubbed against him again. &#034Yeah,&#034 he said. &#034It's called deja vu.&#034 I laughed. Slid my hands up and down his chest. &#034Can I rest some more, Lafferty? It's the weekend.&#034 &#034Ut-uh. Apparently I wake up horny.&#034 ...