1. Marcy's Playground 2 by loyalsock


    Date: 2/3/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... and Mrs. J., or any acquaintances from school. Nobody. Flying solo without a net. Thank God for my good friends Ben and Jerry. Friday finally came around. After the longest week EVER. I was so nervous driving home from work, I couldn't even make it all the way home without stopping at a Dairy Queen for an emergency cookies and cream milkshake. I sucked so much, so fast, I got brain freeze. Which was helpful. Because, there was no way I was going to have sex with a married guy. Was I? No. He was going to teach me, he and his wife, they were going to teach me. They'd probably give me blow-by-blow instructions. So to speak. It would be good. It would be great. More milkshake. Nothing better than a summer milkshake. Except maybe summer sex lessons. I got home from work, showered. Took some extra time primping. Couldn't decide what to wear. I finally decided on a retro, white with red polka dots, sort of I love Lucy dress, that had a low sweetheart neck line, short flaring skirt, and short white bobby socks and saddle shoes that I had bought to wear for a back to the 50s dance at school. The outfit didn't really make any sense to wear for a first dinner with friends, but it ...
    ... had a tight waistline and made the most of my tiny height and hourglass figure. I walked over to their house. Evan answered the door. I guess the outfit was okay because Evan let out a huge, loud, wolf whistle. &#034Marcy,&#034 he said. &#034Don't ever wear that to work. You'll never get to leave. Yowsa.&#034 I smiled. &#034Whoa. Now it's double yowsa. Forget dinner. I want dessert.&#034 I smiled even bigger. He gave me a peck on the cheek. &#034Come on in.&#034 I walked in. I could see immediately that the plan of their house was pretty much identical to my house. I'd say it was decorated in cozy garage sale meets Pier One Imports. I liked it. His dogs ran into the room and almost tackled me. Holy gamoly. They were almost as tall as I was. &#034This is Cuff and this is Link,&#034 Evan said. Really weird names for dogs, but whatever. Cuff started sniffing my crotch. &#034SIT!&#034 Evan said firmly. They sat. Heather came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a small towel. She was about 5'8&#034 with an average build and short, buttery-blonde hair cut in a pixie style. She looked about five or six years younger than Evan. She smiled at me, and I liked her immediately.
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