1. Marcy's Playground 12 by loyalsock


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    ther****t, you can help me find one?&#034 For some reason I laughed. Relief I think. &#034You better fucking believe it. Come on Bev, it's a good day. We'll start now. And you know what? It's a good day for me too. Helping you is going to help me a bunch. You'll see. This will be the best thing in the world. For both of us.&#034 * Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. How do you know if you're a sex addict? No, no. It's just that it's so new and Jean-Luc is so good at it. But. Wow. Yeah. Wow. This diet of daily sex thing. It's something I could really get used to. I kind of wish that Bevvie had a boyfriend too and she wasn't so scared of it. Between work, Jean-Luc, helping Bevvie, and trying to get ready for college, I was super busy. The next two weeks flew by. Pretty soon it was the night before I had to go. I was both excited and bummed. But mostly bummed. So to speak. I lied to my parents. Just outright lied. I told them I was having a sl**p-over with Bevvie, but I was really going to spend some time with Heather, Evan, and Jean-Luc, and then spend the night with Jean-Luc. It seemed only fitting. When I arrived at Heather and Evan's I expected the mood to be somber. It wasn't. Heather made salmon and spinach for dessert. It was light and delicious. You know, I should introduce Bevvie to Heather and Evan. Heather could teach her to cook healthily and Evan could teach her not to be afraid of sex. And maybe she wouldn't be so lonely when I was gone. I finally got the meaning of ...
    altruism. It wasn't giving from the extra; it was giving from the core. Like not caring if you were sharing your c***dhood friend with your sex club friends. Like not considering them your sex club friends any more. Because they were your real friends. I sighed. &#034What?&#034 they all asked me at once. &#034Nothing,&#034 I said. &#034You guys are great, that's all.&#034 &#034We know,&#034 Evan said. We all cracked up. After dinner we watched a foreign film called Y Tu Mamá También. If there's any movie that will put you in the mood, it's that one. Then we all went out onto the porch. But before we sat down, Evan said in a voice that was so super casual it wasn't just off-the-cuff it was off the whole suit, &#034So Marcy, you feel ready to go from pee wee football to the NFL?&#034 Gump. I stared at him. I stared at Jean-Luc. I stared at Heather. I didn't even know what that would entail. I nervous giggle escaped me. &#034I don't know, would that included cheerleaders?&#034 They laughed. Evan stepped close, his voice low, his expression predatory. &#034No.&#034 He licked up my neck, one long, slow swipe. &#034But you could imagine fantasy cheerleaders,&#034 he said, in a voice so low, so almost sub aural that the tone warped with distortion. &#034If that would get you through.&#034 Holy shit. Breathe Marcy. Breathe breathebreathebreathebreathe. You're leaving tomorrow. This may be your only chance. This is what you've been waiting the whole summer for. &#034I'm ready,&#034 I ...
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