Marcy's Playground 4 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 4 by loyalsock

... left it slowed down again. I stared at my open book but didn't read. I let the words on the page sort of swim in my vision while I thought. Was I nervous about going to Evan and Heather's tonight after asking for a faster pace? Yes. Did I want to have more with J.L.? Yes. But what would more entail? It wasn't like he was looking for a girlfriend, that much was obvious. In a way, it was still like all three of them were doing me a favor. Somehow I had to convince them I was just as much of an adult, just as sophisticated, just as able to do the hokey pokey as the rest of them. This would take some thought, because I wasn't sure that was true. The afternoon flew by. I did a lot of thinking on the drive home. And a lot of fantasizing. A girl could do worse than lose her virginity to handsome, charming guy like Jean-Luc. Behind the suave exterior, and the funny, forward comments, I got a feeling the main thing about him was that he was kind. As in really truly exceptionally a good, kind person. I kind of liked that. I wanted him to see me similar to the way I saw him. As someone to be... what? Someone to be, well, happy about. So while I was driving home I tried to devise a plan. By the time I pulled into my driveway I had a plan, but it wasn't much of a plan. Thankfully my parents weren't home, and I raided my mom's closet. Luckily she's the same size as me, and she's got great taste in clothes. I was looking for something older and sophisticated. Much older. I finally picked a ...

... navy dress that clung to my curves, but had an over-layer of wrap-around fabric. The dress said, 'I live a very cultured life. Classy, mature, chic.' I did my make-up the way my mom did hers, all subtle glow and hints of neutral colors. I put my hair up in a chignon. Diamond earrings. If I had glasses I would have worn them, but I didn't. I slipped on a pair of navy flats. Too boring. I borrowed shoes from the back of my mom's closet. A very tall-heeled pair of bright red pumps. I'd never seen her wear them, and I doubt I ever would. I surveyed my outfit. Yup. This was the look I was going for. Catch me if you can. High school was over. College was on the horizon. The summer night was sultry and heavy and ripe with potential that I was eager to tap. I had fortified myself with one small bite of Rocky Road and I was wearing high heels. Adventure here I come. I drove to Evan and Heather's. &#034Whoa,&#034 Evan said when he opened the door. &#034I second that opinion,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034In fact, a double it. Triple it. There's not a whoa in the world big enough for how great you look.&#034 &#034Awwwww,&#034 I said. &#034Flattery will get you everywhere.&#034 &#034Good,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034Because that's where I want to be.&#034 &#034Hey, oh whoa,&#034 Heather said, coming out of the kitchen. &#034Get in line,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034Enough talking, when do we get naked?&#034 I asked with an obviously k**ding voice. &#034Now!&#034 Jean-Luc said, also clearly yanking ...