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Marcy's Playground 9 by loyalsock
Date: 2/4/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock
... the closed door. She's my best friend. But boy, she can be a pain in the butt. Is it too soon for more ice cream? Nah. I worked off a lot of calories with Jean-Luc, right? What flavor do you pick for when your friend pushes you? Butter pecan? Instead of ice cream I decided on a nap. I was still thinking about the altruism thing. Somehow it seemed important. Like my growing up depended on it. I flopped down on my bed and stared up at the pink bed canopy. I couldn't rely on Jean-Luc doing all the growing up stuff for me. I'd have to do some of it myself. Oh, Jean-Luc! I didn't text him back. I grabbed my phone. 'Four thirty ish.' He texted back a minute later. 'I'll pick u up.' My phone binged with another text from him. 'Want to stay in tonight? :) I decided to try to be clever. 'Do you WANT to be IN tonight?' Bing. 'More than you will ever, ever know.' In it is. Bing. Another text from Jean-Luc. 'I could stop by around 8.' I texted him back. 'I'll be waiting.' Even though I was lying down, I did an excited little dance, which came out looking more like a tantrum kick. I immediately fell into a deep sl**p. My first dream was about being in outer space, my second dream was of Jean-Luc, soft and fuzzy making love to me. Then I was dead and drooling. My next dream someone was banging on a door. Repeatedly. I woke up. I looked at the clock. 7:50. Oh shit. I groggily got up and answered the door. It was Jean-Luc. He looked me up and down. His gaze took in my nightshirt and ...
... disheveled hair, and he smiled. "I like it," he said. "Pre-tousled. Fresh out of bed. Very, very, sexy." I was still waking up, so it took me a minute to realize he had a bag of take-out food with him. He held it up. "I brought Chinese food, mostly vegetables." I nodded and walked into the kitchen. "You alright, baby?" I nodded. "Tired." Jean-Luc flashed a very self-satisfied smirk before he got his face under control. "And hungry," I said. He put the Chinese food bag on the table. "And horny," I said, even though that wasn't really true. Jean-Luc came over and kissed me. "We have to pace ourselves. I don't want to wear you out before you're even two decades old." He kissed me again. "Want to watch a movie, eat Chinese food, and I'll lick chocolate ice cream off you for dessert?" "Sounds like a plan," I said. * Sunday I both texted and called Jean-Luc to tell him he didn't have to come to the picnic. He didn't back out. He picked me up on time. It was a very short drive to the lake. Short but still long enough for me to have nerves. "It seems like you shouldn't be meeting anyone I know from my regular life," I said, before I realized how rude that might seem. "Like, my Melody's life should be separate from daily life." "Like sex club friends zero, older friends one?" That didn't even make sense. "I told Bevvie that Evan introduced us," I said. "Which is true," he ...