Marcy's Playground 8 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 8 by loyalsock

I cried out, not because it hurt, but because it was so good. I never wanted it to end. It was my first time, and it was perfect. I wanted to yell, 'don't stop, don't stop,' but I couldn't speak. He slowed down, sped up, then changed the angle a little bit. He pressed his arms down into the mattress, so he was doing sort of a half push-up on top of me and started rocking into me, different, harder, even better. &#034Lick,&#034 he said. He had his thumb near my mouth. I licked it. He reached in between us and found that sweet spot on me and rubbed back and forth. Sparkling firecrackers danced on the edge of my vision. He let out a primal shout. I exploded, a thunder and lightning storm of strange bursting white light, and I think he came a millisecond later. He collapsed on top of me, suddenly a hugely heavy dead weight. &#034Next time will be better,&#034 he panted. &#034Not unless you want to cripple me,&#034 I said. &#034Each time will get better and better,&#034 he said, ignoring my comment. &#034And not just because this was your first time. And not just because I'll learn more about your body, and what you like. It will be better every time because we'll be closer and closer together.&#034 He stroked my cheek. &#034Because I'll love you even more next time, although I can hardly picture it.&#034 &#034Next time,&#034 I said with awe. &#034Next time,&#034 he repeated. I floated in dreamy post-coital haze, a twilight of satiation between sl**ping and waking. I could see ...

... before me a whole slew of adventures, each one more wild, and decadent, and naughtily taboo than the next. The summer wasn't even half-way over. Jean-Luc had introduced me to sex, but I had a feeling that he, and the crew from Melody's, wasn't done with me yet. Yeah, it was a slippery slope. And I wanted to slide. Into more and more deep and untamed hotness. Now that I got a taste, I wanted to slide all the way into my own off-the-charts, righteous experiences. A personal, new, completely uncharted territory. Marcy's playground. Part 3 I can only blame flying high from my very first sexual experience, and having the hottest man on the planet laying on top me, for the fact that what tripped out of my mouth next was pretty dumb. &#034I'm an adult now,&#034 I mumbled to myself. Jean-Luc shook his head. &#034Having sex doesn't make you an adult.&#034 I stared at him. &#034Even having responsibility isn't what makes you an adult.&#034 &#034What does?&#034 I asked. &#034Altruism,&#034 he said, and rolled off me. I didn't know what that word meant. I wanted to ask but I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn't know something. How adult is that? I should just ask. But then Jean-Luc went into the bathroom and shut the door and the time I could have asked and not have it be weird passed. I would have to look it up when I got home. Jean-Luc came out of the bathroom and smiled at me. God he was gorgeous. My handsome, gorgeous, smart, virgin-popping, big-word-using boyfriend. &#034I ...