1. Marcy's Playground 8 by loyalsock


    Date: 8/17/2016, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... and gave him a playful shrug. &#034Can't imagine why,&#034 I said. Jean-Luc got dressed quickly. He chose a light blue dress shirt, khakis, brown shoes. &#034Come on Lafferty. Time to make the donuts.&#034 What did that mean? He grabbed his briefcase and we left. The drive back to my house was nice. Jean-Luc kept one hand on my thigh the whole time. He parked in front of my house and gave me a kiss that flooded my core so fast I'm surprised we couldn't hear a 'whoosh' sound accompanying it. &#034Ever made love in a car?&#034 Jean-Luc whispered in my ear. Tidal wave on top of the flood. I don't know why I bothered to worry about which side to face in on the underwear; I was obviously going to have to change them. He chuckled. &#034No? Oh, the things I could teach you if you let me, Lafferty.&#034 Then he kissed me again. The kind of kiss that left no doubt that he'd rather be inside me than anywhere else. I smiled against his lips. He didn't stop kissing me. He fed me with his mouth and I lapped it all up. I'm really glad my parents weren't back yet. &#034So sweet star, do you want to see me tonight, or is it too soon?&#034 &#034I want to see you tonight.&#034 &#034Okay, I'll text you later. Be good.&#034 &#034I can't, you've corrupted me for life,&#034 I said. &#034Hah! Just wait.&#034 I gave him a peck on the cheek, hopped out of the car, and shut the door. I waved at him. I waited until he drove away before I did the touchdown boogie boogie dance including a celebratory ...
    ... spiking of the ball. Yeah. I'm glad my parents weren't home. I don't know what they'd think of me coming home at 9:30 in the morning, making out in a car in front of the house, and then doing the Lameau Leap and the Cruz butt wiggle until I could calm myself down. Yeah. I know what they'd think. And tomorrow night they'd be back from vacation. Damn. Oh well. I went in my house and walked around in a circle. I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt like I should feel different. Like the whole world should seem different. I looked around the house; it looked the same. I looked at the mirror in the alcove by the front door. My hair was a mess. Other than that, I looked the same. No letter A stamped on my breast. No smiley face stamped on my forehead either. Now what? Well, first order of business: change my underwear. Definitely. I mowed the lawn. It wouldn't be good to have it too unruly when my parents got back. I drew a cold bath, added bubble-gum scented bubbles, and settled in with the new James Patterson book. I stayed in the bath until my skin started to wrinkle. I got out, dried myself off, and wrapped myself in a big blue towel, and wrapped my hair in a red towel. I stood in front of my dresser trying to decide what to wear. I decided on a white tank top and white jean shorts. Yeah, it was probably too much virginal white considering last night, but hey, it's summer. I put a thin red belt through the loops of the shorts to add some color. There. Now what? Oh. You know. ...
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