1. Marcy's Playground 9 by loyalsock


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I felt like I was dying. Like I had the biggest ice cream brain-freeze headache, times 1,000, except better. Like the whole world was riding on our pleasure, our feelings, our joy. Then it exploded. A bar of peanut brittle shattered into a million, sharp, flying pieces. Then I could breathe better than ever before, although I'd never had a problem with that. The world was a safe, amazing, happy place. Thanks to Jean-Luc. I cuddled into him, my head on his chest. I chuckled. &#034What?&#034 he asked. &#034I'm reminded of a line I read once,&#034 I said. &#034What?&#034 &#034After that, I need a cigarette. And I don't even smoke.&#034 He laughed. &#034You're not so bad yourself, beautiful.&#034 He stroked my hair. I made a contented, cat-like purr. &#034Oh shit!&#034 he said, sitting up abruptly. &#034What?&#034 &#034I almost forgot. I have to drive my cousin to the airport. What time is it?&#034 I twisted around to look at my bedside clock. &#0343:15.&#034 &#034Okay, I still have time, but I got to go.&#034 He jumped out of bed. He yanked on his underwear and pants on. &#034Do you still want to go out tonight?&#034 he asked as he buttoned his shirt. &#034Uh-huh,&#034 I said. He shoved his feet into his shoes. &#034I see how it's gonna be,&#034 I said. &#034Love 'em and leave 'em.&#034 &#034Yup,&#034 he said. &#034But I'll always come back.&#034 He gave me a kiss on the cheek. &#034I'll text you,&#034 he said. Then he ran out the door. I smiled to myself. I felt like I could ...
    run a marathon. I didn't want to get dressed. I put on my Dallas Cowboys nightshirt. A second later my doorbell rang. I went and opened it. &#034What did you for—&#034 It wasn't Jean-Luc. It was Bevvie. Her eyes opened wide. She looked me up and down. She wiggled her head from side to side and leered. &#034Yeah. You totally lost your virginity.&#034 &#034Jeesh. Privacy much?&#034 I stepped back so she could come in. &#034Your parents go away for four days and you pop your cherry. But you didn't do it by yourself. Details, I need details.&#034 &#034No you don't.&#034 &#034Is it someone from work?&#034 &#034Jeez Bevvie. Let it go.&#034 &#034It's a porn star. A married guy. A gigolo.&#034 &#034Very funny,&#034 I said sarcastically. Except then I cracked up. It was pretty funny. &#034Come on, Marce. Tell me. Tell.&#034 I sighed. I couldn't say that I met him at work. &#034Okay, you know the cute guy with the dogs?&#034 &#034No.&#034 &#034You know, the cute guy. Dark hair. Walks his two big dogs, greyhounds.&#034 &#034No,&#034 she said again. I forgot that Bevvie didn't walk around the neighborhood. She wasn't exactly into exercise. &#034Okay,&#034 I said. I wanted to make sure everything I said was true. &#034There's this guy. I see him a lot walking his dogs, but I'd never talked to him.&#034 &#034And then one day he just asked you out!&#034 &#034No.&#034 &#034Oh.&#034 &#034Then one day he invited me to have dinner with him and his wife,&#034 I said. &#034Wife??&#034 &#034Yeah, ...
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