Marcy's Playground 2 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 2 by loyalsock

... mochi but left two and pushed the plate over toward me. He threw some money down on the table for the bill. &#034Listen,&#034 he said and stood up. &#034Why don't you come over my house for drinks and dinner? My wife, Heather is a great cook. Just dinner. That's it. No pressure. No strings. Neighborly.&#034 I looked up at him, unsure. How was it again that Venus fly traps attract their prey? I couldn't remember. &#034It's up to you,&#034 he said softly. &#034Friday?&#034 I took a deep breath. &#034Okay,&#034 I said. He took out his phone. He texted. He was really fast with the texting. He took a napkin and wrote down his phone number, address, and email. His phone binged. &#034Heather says Friday is fine. Seven o'clock?&#034 I picked up the napkin and looked at the address. &#034You only live two blocks from me,&#034 I said. &#034That's good, that way if you get d***k I can carry you home.&#034 He leaned over and spoke in my ear, his voice low and sexy. &#034Easy to cradle you in my arms and carry you around; a little slip of a thing like you.&#034 He winked. &#034See ya Friday.&#034 He left. I put the glass of ice water to my head. It wasn't only the summer that was hot; I needed to cool off. I took the glass away from my forehead and looked at it. Was the heat coming off me so hot it cracked the glass? No. It just seemed that way. I put the glass against my upper chest. That old song, by Nelly I think, came into my head: 'I think it's hot in here. So take off all your ...

... clothes. So hot, hot, oh! Hot with a little bit of uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh.' I couldn't remember any other lyrics. I remembered thinking the song was kind of dumb when I first heard it, but now the 'hot with uh, uh,' made more sense. Especially the grunting 'uh uh' part. Get a grip, Marcy. This was definitely starting out to be an adventure. God help me. Dinner. Just dinner. It's a slippery slope, Marcy. And, oh baby, did I want to slide. Welcome to a brand new fairground. Adventure-land, candyland. The playground. For adults. Another song, an old song that was popular from the year before I was born popped into my mind. &#034I smell sex, and, candy, here...&#034 By Marcy's Playground. Something Bevvie sometimes says popped into my head. 'Hey girl, it's time to start praying.' Although I'm not sure there are enough prayers in the entire world for what seems to have been set in motion. I felt like I was watching a play with the curtain down. What was going on here? More importantly, what did I want to go on here? Something, oh please yes, something, anything. Please. Friday couldn't come soon enough. I was a maraca, shaken constantly with barbed beads of excitement, nerves, fear, and anticipation. Hurry, hurry, hurry Friday. Come on, please? Friday really couldn't come fast enough. It's just dinner. JUST. Dinner. Unless he was lying. It was just dinner right? The worst thing was there was no one I could talk to about this. I couldn't talk to Bevvie, or my parents, or Mr. ...