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Marcy's Playground 5 by loyalsock
Date: 4/11/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock
... chin. "So what? All joking aside, I'm just happy to be here with you. We don't have to do anything, Marcy. Not now, not in a few minutes, not later. No worries." He handed me a glass of champagne, and we both sat down. I took a sip and put my glass down. "I don't want to make you nervous, Marcy." I didn't know what to say to that. Jean-Luc started kissing me, but it was awkward. Maybe he was as nervous as I was, but the zinging electricity I felt when he kissed me the other times wasn't there. Jean-Luc kissed down my jaw, and then my neck. He ran his hands up and down my sides. If I was any stiffer you could use me as a surfboard. He pulled back and smiled. "Well, that's not working." I flushed red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. It's me. I'm no good at this." I stood up, thinking maybe I should take a cab home or something. Anything to get me away from the fact I was such a failure. I couldn't even get laid with a guy who goes to a sex club. "Marcy," Jean-Luc stretched my name out. "It's okay." "No, it's not. I'm a mess." He hugged me hard. "It's okay. It's fine. Really." I shook my head against him. "I feel like a fool." "Why? Because you have emotions? You're entitled to feel however you feel. I'm here for you, Marcy, not the other way around. I'm in no rush." I relaxed a little. "Come on," he said. He took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom. "Wow." Holy shit. This ...
... bathroom was palatial. The tub was huge. Jean-Luc started a bath for me. "Why don't you have a long bath." He took a towel and put it on the closed toilet seat for me. "There's a robe here," he said, pointing at the back of the door. "Chill out, relax. Come out whenever you're ready." He kissed me on the forehead and left. I opened the bathroom door to look out at him. "J.L.?" "Yeah?" "Thanks." He flashed me a smile. "No problem." The bathtub had spa jets, and there were fancy bath salts, and bubble baths. I stayed in there probably way too long. I finally dried off, wrapped myself in the robe, and came out. Jean-Luc was in bed, leaning against the headboard. His chest was bare. Oh my God, was he naked under there? He must have seen my expression. "I'm wearing my underwear," he said. I smiled. "Come here, Lafferty." He lifted the corner of the blankets. I walked over and slipped in. He kissed me. Still awkward. I smiled. "So I fail kissing 101?" I asked. "You're just going to need some private tutoring and lots and lots of practice," he said with a wicked grin. But he didn't kiss me again, he just hugged me to him. "What's a lafferty?" "Not what. Who. She was an actress. She was famous like, ah, twenty-five years ago." "Huh." "Her first name was Marcy. She's the only famous Marcy I could think of. I wanted you to know I think you're a star." Aww. "What was she ...