Marcy's Playground 3 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 3 by loyalsock

... some big mucky muck lawyer. Conversation mostly centered around Heather's studies. After dinner was over we all went to sit out on the porch. There were only three chairs out there, wooden deck chairs, ones they call Adirondack chairs I think. They each sat in one, and Evan pulled me down onto his lap. It didn't seem that weird to me; whenever there's a shortage of space in a car or something I'm always the one who ends up sitting in someone's lap because I'm so small. Conversation turned to very responsible, grown-up sounding things, something about drafts and briefs Jean-Luc had to write for work or something. Evan wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled down, sort of spacing out against his chest as conversation swirled around me. After a while that conversation died out, and Jean-Luc looked at me and said, &#034So Evan tells me you've never actually been inside Melody's.&#034 &#034Nope,&#034 I said. &#034You're missing out,&#034 he said. I shrugged. &#034Maybe, but I get the feeling that Mr. and Mrs. J. would prefer if I didn't go in.&#034 Although I really, really want to. &#034Bet you're curious though,&#034 Jean-Luc said. I perked up. &#034Like you wouldn't believe.&#034 They all chuckled a little bit. &#034I can't even begin to imagine what might go on in there. I mean I have like, a million questions, but of course it's not like I can ask anybody.&#034 &#034You can ask me,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034Go ahead, ask.&#034 I looked down, suddenly timid. Evan jostled ...

... me a little bit. &#034Marcy, if there's anyone who's not shy it's J.L.&#034 &#034Okay,&#034 I said and looked up at Jean-Luc. &#034What do you do in there?&#034 &#034You ever had anal sex?&#034 I jumped out of Evan's arms so fast I actually vaulted up and over the chair arm, launching into the air, twisting, and coming down three feet away, showing that all my years of gymnastic lessons were not wasted. &#034WHAT? No! I've never even had regular sex.&#034 &#034What?&#034 Jean-Luc said and his eyebrows went up. &#034Come to Papa,&#034 he said firmly and patted his own lap. &#034Never had sex? Oh yeah,&#034 he growled and patted his lap again. &#034Sit over here this time. Come on, gimme some sugar.&#034 He extended both arms out toward me and wiggled his fingers in a come hither gesture. &#034What? Hell no.&#034 &#034J.L. stop, you're scaring her.&#034 &#034I'm just playing with her.&#034 &#034Well stop.&#034 Heather touched my arm, and I jumped. I didn't realize when I flew out of Evan's lap I landed so close to her chair. I was looking from Jean-Luc to Evan to Heather trying to control my panic. I had asked Jean-Luc what he did there, but he answered my question with a question. And he pointed at Evan when he did it. Heather touched my elbow again, she gave me a gentle tug, and I sat down in her lap. I had a feeling they were all laughing at me. &#034Evan and Jean-Luc are definitely ass men,&#034 she said. They looked over at us. &#034In every way,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034I ...