Marcy's Playground 3 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 3 by loyalsock

... said. &#034What'ya reading?&#034 I held up my book. Janet Evanovich. &#034She's one of my favorites.&#034 &#034Never heard of her,&#034 he said. He leaned closer to me. My temperature spiked, and my mouth went dry. &#034I love to read, too,&#034 he said softly. &#034I think intelligence, and the ability to lose yourself in a story, is hugely sexy.&#034 Evan came in. &#034Hey, J.L., stop hitting on my girl.&#034 &#034I'm not hitting on her.&#034 &#034You hit on anything that moves.&#034 &#034Hey, that's not true.&#034 &#034You're not hitting on her?&#034 Evan asked. &#034I'm not hitting on her... yet.&#034 &#034Come on, pervert, and get your ass off her desk.&#034 He leaned over and kissed my cheek. &#034Hi, babe.&#034 Swipe, swipe. &#034Have a good time,&#034 I said. They both leered at me. I stared at their asses when they walked through the double doors. Someone cleared her throat. &#034Oh my God, sorry.&#034 It was Jane, a regular who was about fifty. &#034Don't blame you, those boys are fine. A little out of my age range, but fun to watch.&#034 I blushed. Swipe. I buried my nose in my book. It got busy. Mostly women in their mid-twenties. Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe. Evan and Jean-Luc came out. They were laughing and talking. They stopped talking when they saw me. Evan bent down, his mouth near my ear. &#034Dinner at my house tonight?&#034 His voice was low and sexy. I nodded. &#034Jean-Luc's going to be there. You okay with that?&#034 My gaze flipped up to him. ...

... Panic. &#034Just dinner?&#034 I squeaked. They both smiled. &#034Just dinner,&#034 Evan said. &#034Okay,&#034 I said. &#034See ya at seven.&#034 Evan kissed my cheek, and then they were gone. Holy crap. If him kissing my cheek was this hot, I was never going to be able to withstand lessons on how to make out. Maybe I should get a book on it or something. But of course I wouldn't be able to find a book on it between the time I got off work and had to be at Evan and Heather's house. I decided on a bright yellow mini skirt, a loose black top, and three-inch high heels. I snuck some rum out of my parents' cabinet and had a fortifying sip. I drove the two blocks in order not to have to walk in the heels. I figured I was still under the alcohol limit and could make the two block drive okay. I was walking up the path to their house at the same time Jean-Luc pulled up. I waited for him. &#034Hey, you look nice.&#034 &#034Thanks.&#034 I decided he might be a little more forthcoming than Evan. &#034You going to tell me what you do there?&#034 &#034Every sordid detail.&#034 &#034Really?&#034 &#034Yeah, if you want to know.&#034 I nodded. Yes. I wanted to know. Evan let us in. Kiss on the cheek for me. Manly-type hug for Jean-Luc where only their shoulders touch. Cuff and Link ran into the room. They jumped up on Jean-Luc. Standing on their hind legs they were almost as tall as he was. He laughed. &#034Down!&#034 Evan said firmly. They got down. Dinner was home-made lasagna. Jean-Luc was ...