Marcy's Playground 8 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 8 by loyalsock

... Evan. You know, altruistic. Not some sex starved teenager who just wants to get laid all the time.&#034 He smiled at that. &#034You know what I mean.&#034 &#034Stick with me, k**,&#034 he said. He said it in a weird voice, like he was quoting a movie line, but I didn't know what movie it was from. &#034Listen baby,&#034 he said. &#034You're young. You're allowed to be selfish sometimes. You're figuring it out.&#034 I just stared at him. I didn't want to be selfish. I wanted to be like him. &#034You don't have to be Florence Nightingale to be altruistic. You just have to be you and be willing to...see. I think you've got that covered.&#034 I sniffed. Maybe the outburst was worth it to hear him say that. Maybe I didn't do that before, but I sure would now. Enough of this. &#034Time to make the donuts?&#034 I asked. I had thought about it. That must be a euphemism for sex, right? He burst out laughing. &#034Yeah baby, if you're up to it. Time to make the donuts.&#034 He put the ice cream and the ricotta cheese back, and put the spoons in the sink. &#034Put your arms around my neck, sweet star.&#034 I did. He picked me up and carried me into the hallway. &#034Which one's your bedroom?&#034 he asked. His voice was low, husky. &#034First door on the left,&#034 I said. Jean-Luc ...

... carried me through and shut the door with his foot. &#034You're not sore? We could just fool around.&#034 &#034I'm not sore.&#034 &#034You sure?&#034 &#034I'm sure. I need to have you inside me again,&#034 I said, but then a nervous giggle escaped. &#034Pretty please, I need the practice.&#034 He laughed. &#034Say that again?&#034 he requested. &#034That's hot.&#034 &#034Pretty please,&#034 I said. He let out a low growl. &#034That's not the part I meant.&#034 I laughed. &#034I want to have you inside me again,&#034 I whispered so softly it was barely audible. Louder growl from Jean-Luc, totally different this time. &#034Oh, yeah,&#034 he said. &#034I guess it's going to be a good afternoon after all,&#034 I said. &#034It's getting better by the minute.&#034 Jean-Luc was right. Sex was even better the second time. He was even slower this time, kissing every inch of skin on my shoulders and torso, before bringing the electric heat and sultry rhythms up to the point where he slid into me with no resistance at all. Yeah. This was the playground. It was all delicious heat, and ferocious connection. It was a smorgasbord of new sensations, each one better than the next, all tied in succulent candied ribbons of emotion that wound me around Jean-Luc tighter and closer with each stroke.