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Marcy’s Playground 4 by loyalsock”Not yet?” he asked when I didn’t answer immediately.”Maybe in a minute,” I said, when I got my breath back.Evan slowly ran his hands down Heather’s sides, and back up to her breasts. The two of them together were lovely to watch. Breathtaking. Enchanting. In love, and lovely. I wanted that.Jean-Luc put his chin on the top of my head. “Beautiful aren’t they?””Absolutely,” I said.A thought occurred to me. “Is this why people like porn?””Hell no,” Jean-Luc said. “This is nothing like porn.””Oh.””You’ve never seen porn? Even soft porn?””Ah, no.””Oh, little girl. The things I could educate you on.””Yes, please.””Be careful what you wish for.”I guess porn was more… edgy? Dirty? Scripted? I didn’t know. But maybe one day it would be interesting to know the difference.Evan took Heather’s shirt off. He unhooked her bra and very, very slowly drew her bra down her arms and off. Her breasts were gorgeous. Without me really realizing it, one of my hands reached out as if to touch one.”Oh my God,” I mumbled. “There’s something wrong with me,” I whispered.”There’s nothing wrong with you,” Jean-Luc said firmly.Evan kissed down Heather’s neck. He caressed the top of her breast. It looked like his fingers touched her so lightly, and a soft trail of heat blazed across the tops of my own flesh.A small moan escaped me and I arched back into Jean-Luc.And then Evan took one of Heather’s nipples in his mouth. Oh my God. Were they going to go all the way in front of us? I stiffened, like a brittle rubber band snapping in two.”I guess you’ve seen enough for now,” Jean-Luc said. He led me back out to the porch. My face was burning red.The temperature had dropped, so it was probably down to the low seventies. I was glad for the cooler air.”That was…intense,” I said.”You think that’s intense,” he said. “We’ve barely even started.”I sighed loudly.”You’re sensitive,” he said.”I guess,” I said.”Come here,” he said. He sat down, and pulled me onto his lap. It was surprisingly non-sexual. He stroked my hair. “We can try this again in a few months, or in a year, or in two years. Different girls get ready at different times.””I’m ready now,” I said.”Yeah, right,” he said sarcastically.”I am, I am. I’m ready.””Lady’s choice,” he said. Then he kissed me. He started exactly the same way Evan did. He looked in my eyes like I was the only girl in the world. He looked down at my lips. He looked back at my eyes again. Jean-Luc gently tucked a stray hair behind my ear, tilted my head, and slowly moved his face closer until he brushed his lips ever so gently against mine.It was barely even a touch. It was the lightest possible caress. So light, if I hadn’t been watching him hone in on me, expecting it, anticipating it with all my senses, I might have thought that I dreamed it. I might have, that is, if I didn’t feel like that almost touch painted energy over my entire face.”Wow,” I breathed.He smiled against me, and then pulled back slightly.”First kiss?” he asked.I nodded.”Oh baby, oh baby,” he said. Then he kissed me again. It was just a firm pressing of his mouth to mine, but at least I would call it a real kiss this time. If I hadn’t seen it first with Evan and Heather, I wouldn’t have been prepared for the sweetness of it. As it was, the wonder of it was almost overwhelming, like being drenched in cherry syrup and not being sure if you were going to drown.Jean-Luc stopped and looked at me.”You like it? More?””I love it. More than ice cream.”He cracked up. “Like that song.””What song?””It’s before your time,” he said.”What song?” I repeated.He sang to me. “Your love, is better than ice cream,” he had a beautiful voice. Baritone maybe, rich and deep. “Better than anything else that I’ve tried. Your love, is better than chocolate…””I don’t know about chocolate,” I said.”Well then I’ll have to convince you, won’t I?” he said, and began to kiss me again.Just then Evan and Heather came out. “You’re singing to her?” Evan asked. “You’re supposed to be following my lead, man. I didn’t sing to her.”Jean-Luc shrugged.”Marcy, if he goes too far off the playbook, you can always slug him and come running back to us. You know that’s why we’re here, right?” Evan said.”I kind of liked the singing,” I said.”Don’t get too attached,” Evan said. “He’s just here because I thought for actual hands-on rather than demonstration, you might be more comfortable with him than with me.””Well there’s a rousing endorsement, thanks, b*o,” Jean-Luc said.I looked from one guy to the other.”You okay out here?” Heather asked me. “Do you need more water or something?””I’m fine.” “Okay, we’re going to go back inside. Let me know when you catch up to where we were when you left, or when you need us.” Evan and Heather went back inside.”I guess I’m a canlı bahis şirketleri little stunned,” I said quietly.”Why?” Jean-Luc said.I didn’t know how to explain it. “Because they’re so nice,” I said finally. “It’s like, having them here really makes everything okay for me.””And I’m cream cheese,” he said.”Oh no!” I said. “And you too. I meant the three of you.” I had the feeling that I really messed up. He smiled at me. “It’s all right. I know what you meant.”I put my hand on his chest. “I didn’t mean they were nice, and you weren’t. I’m sorry, I’m…””I’m just teasing you, baby,” Jean-Luc said softly. He licked his lips. Looked at my eyes, my lips, my eyes again. “Come here, baby.”Jean-Luc kissed me, and it was just as good as the last time. His lips were firm against mine. I felt the very tip of his tongue against my lips. “Open for me, baby,” he said against my mouth.And I did.If I thought the kiss before was good, this was magnificent. French kissing had always sounded kind of gross to me. Who wants another person’s tongue in your mouth? But that’s not what it felt like. It felt like magic. A magic ride of sensations running all up and down my spine because of the way Jean-Luc was licking the inside of my mouth.I broke it off, breathless.”God, you’re really good at that,” I said.”I’ve had lots of practice,” he said. “What’s your excuse?”I shrugged.”You’re a natural, that’s what.”He kissed me again. It seemed like we spent hours kissing. I was lost in it; drowning in it. I vaguely felt his hands caressing up and down the sides of my waist, but only vaguely. But I definitely felt it when they caressed up over the bottoms of my breasts.I jumped a little.”You startled me,” I said.”I see that,” he said.Although I should have known that was coming. I mean I had seen Evan do that to Heather. That was the point of this whole thing. That I would see it first so I wouldn’t be startled.Jean-Luc stood up with me still in his lap. He held me and then carefully placed me on the ground.”Time to go home, pretty baby.””No!””Yeah,” he said.”No. No. Just cause I was a little startled doesn’t mean I want to stop. I was only startled because I was so lost in the kisses.””Nice flattery, Lafferty. But I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”Lafferty? What kind of nickname is that?”Come on, I’ll follow you home. Make sure you get home okay.””It’s only a few blocks.””Then it will be no trouble,” he said. He held the door between the porch and the house open for me to go through first. “I’m going to see our girl home,” he said to Evan.Evan and Heather were watching TV on the couch. Evan gave me a peck on the lips. Heather gave me a peck on the lips. Jean-Luc hugged them both, and then we were out the front door. He walked me to my car and gave me a toe-searing kiss before I got in.”I’ll be right behind you,” he said. “So to speak.”I bit my lips to keep from smiling and shook my head.I drove home, occasionally glancing in my rear view mirror to look at his headlights. He pulled in behind my car but didn’t get out. After I opened my door he gave a quiet beep-beep of his horn and drove off.My first kiss. Oh my God. I can’t wait to tell Bevvie. Oh wait. I couldn’t. How would I explain Jean-Luc? Where would I say I met him? Oh boy. This is going to get problematic down the line, I could just see it. I should probably tell her that I started talking to Evan one day while he was walking his dogs… No. I just needed to shut up about the whole thing. I couldn’t tell her anything. I would have to keep it to myself.Sigh. It was bad enough that she already noticed I was being totally tight-lipped and non-forthcoming about work. Pretty soon I’d have nothing to say at all.Good thing she was a talker.I went to bed with the feel of Jean-Luc still fresh on my lips, and my heart and hopes flying high.Don’t be a stupid little girl about this Marcy. You’re an adult now.Evan’s words came back to me. “Don’t get attached.””I won’t,” I said out loud. “I won’t.”*Somehow after that first kiss the job at Melody’s seemed a lot better. I mean, it was a good job before, but now it was different. I guess that after that kiss with Jean-Luc, I wanted everyone to have that kind of enjoyment. If that’s what I got from one kiss, what kind of pleasure were people getting at Melody’s?I kind of wished I could talk to Jean-Luc on the phone, but I didn’t have his number, and he didn’t have mine.Tuesday was dead. That gave me a lot of time to think about Heather, and Evan, and Jean-Luc. Especially Jean-Luc. I mean…they were all too adult for high school drama. But…I couldn’t really get a handle on what we were doing. Were Heather and Evan really going to show me…everything? And was I going to watch? And if I was, didn’t that make us like…involved? mobilbahis And Jean-Luc. I was a three-thousand ingredient stew of mixed up messages about him. Was he a player I should “watch out for” or a guy I could have a nicer starter experience with? Or both? I played over every moment until my head spun.Wednesday was medium busy. I stopped trying to analyze the Marcy-Evan-Heather-Jean-Luc mystery. I mean, I had an amazing kiss demonstration followed by an amazing kiss. How cool was that? One good thing about this job. Daydreaming was allowed.Thursday was even busier.I must have been smiling more. People got used to seeing me at the front desk and called me by name. I got to read a lot during the slow times, said ‘hi’ to the regulars, and smiled at everybody coming and going. It was the perfect job for me.Except, I really wanted to know more about what happened inside.None of my business.Swipe, swipe, swipe.I watched all those normal people go in, and happy people come out. I realized I wanted what they were getting. I wanted it from Jean-Luc.The next time I wouldn’t freeze up.I got a little better with the computers, and with a little finagling, I was able to bring up both Jean-Luc’s and Evan’s records. I couldn’t get any personal information about them but I was able to find out when they swiped in during the last three months. Evan swiped in every Monday at lunch time, and quite a few Wednesdays, and Fridays. Occasionally a Thursday.Jean-Luc was mostly Mondays, and not every Monday. Every time Jean-Luc was here, Evan was too. So apparently Jean-Luc didn’t come unless Evan was going to be here. Clearly Evan came in more frequently.Hhhm.None of my business.”Finish that Jodi Piccoult book?”I jumped. Damn it. Speak of the devil.”How do you do that?””What?””Sneak up on me when I’m right here. I have to put bells on you or something.””Then I’d be delivered to you all wrapped up with bells on?” He smiled and handed me his card. “I don’t think so.””I want my lessons accelerated,” I said.Swipe.He laughed. “I’ve created a monster. Give me back my card, shrimp.”I started to give him back his card but then held it playfully away from him. “All right, all right, have it your way,” Evan said. Two groups of regulars came in, and Evan stepped to the side as I swiped everybody in. We waited until they were completely inside.”Tonight then, my house. Accelerated learning crash course,” Evan said. “With J.L. or without J.L.?””Ack!” I said. I hadn’t expected to be put on the spot like that.”It’s up to you, sweetness.””With,” I said.He smiled. “I’ll text Heather and let her know our super vixen is hungry. Seven p.m. okay?”I nodded.”You are hungry, right?”I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re playing with me,” I said.”You better believe it,” he said. He put out his hand. I hadn’t given him his card back yet. I handed it back to him. “Get used to it. Maybe you’ll like it.”Jean-Luc came in. “How’s my best girl?” he asked me.”Ready to get down and dirty,” I said.Someone laughed from behind him. Jean-Luc moved out of the way, and I saw a seventy-year-old I’d swiped in a few times.”About time we got a receptionist with some life in her,” he said. “One of you boys better scoop her up.” “I’m trying, Howard. I’m trying,” Jean-Luc said. “So far I’ve been subtle, but I’m going to have to turn up the charm.””Better work fast, sonny, before I grab her for myself.”All three men smiled at me.”These two can’t hold a candle to you, Howard,” I said. “They’ll never have your charm.”I swiped Jean-Luc’s card and then Howard’s card. All three guys went in.About a minute later the Nasarat twins came in. They were two beautiful girls my age who looked like they could be models.”Did Howard come in yet?” one of them asked me. Surely they didn’t mean seventy-year-old Howard who I just swiped in, did they? They did.”Just went through the door,” I said. Oh shit. Was it okay to tell them that?They giggled. “Let’s not keep him waiting then.”Swipe. Swipe.Hhhhmmn.None of my business.I tried to figure out which of the girls I’d swiped so far might be about to do the back door nasty with Evan; I didn’t even want to think about who might be hooking up with Jean-Luc. There were a lot of possibilities, but as the Nasarat twins just demonstrated, what did I know? It could have been anybody.As usual everyone came out looking relaxed. Jeez, whatever they do in there, maybe I should get me some of that.No, no. Stop thinking about it. I know, none of my business.After the lunch crowd left it slowed down again. I stared at my open book but didn’t read. I let the words on the page sort of swim in my vision while I thought. Was I nervous about going to Evan and Heather’s tonight after asking for a faster pace? Yes. Did I want to have more with J.L.? Yes. But what mobilbahis giriş would more entail? It wasn’t like he was looking for a girlfriend, that much was obvious. In a way, it was still like all three of them were doing me a favor.Somehow I had to convince them I was just as much of an adult, just as sophisticated, just as able to do the hokey pokey as the rest of them.This would take some thought, because I wasn’t sure that was true.The afternoon flew by. I did a lot of thinking on the drive home. And a lot of fantasizing. A girl could do worse than lose her virginity to handsome, charming guy like Jean-Luc. Behind the suave exterior, and the funny, forward comments, I got a feeling the main thing about him was that he was kind. As in really truly exceptionally a good, kind person. I kind of liked that.I wanted him to see me similar to the way I saw him. As someone to be… what? Someone to be, well, happy about.So while I was driving home I tried to devise a plan. By the time I pulled into my driveway I had a plan, but it wasn’t much of a plan. Thankfully my parents weren’t home, and I raided my mom’s closet. Luckily she’s the same size as me, and she’s got great taste in clothes. I was looking for something older and sophisticated. Much older. I finally picked a navy dress that clung to my curves, but had an over-layer of wrap-around fabric. The dress said, ‘I live a very cultured life. Classy, mature, chic.’I did my make-up the way my mom did hers, all subtle glow and hints of neutral colors. I put my hair up in a chignon. Diamond earrings. If I had glasses I would have worn them, but I didn’t. I slipped on a pair of navy flats. Too boring. I borrowed shoes from the back of my mom’s closet. A very tall-heeled pair of bright red pumps. I’d never seen her wear them, and I doubt I ever would. I surveyed my outfit. Yup. This was the look I was going for. Catch me if you can.High school was over. College was on the horizon. The summer night was sultry and heavy and ripe with potential that I was eager to tap. I had fortified myself with one small bite of Rocky Road and I was wearing high heels. Adventure here I come.I drove to Evan and Heather’s.”Whoa,” Evan said when he opened the door.”I second that opinion,” Jean-Luc said. “In fact, a double it. Triple it. There’s not a whoa in the world big enough for how great you look.””Awwwww,” I said. “Flattery will get you everywhere.””Good,” Jean-Luc said. “Because that’s where I want to be.””Hey, oh whoa,” Heather said, coming out of the kitchen.”Get in line,” Jean-Luc said.”Enough talking, when do we get naked?” I asked with an obviously k**ding voice.”Now!” Jean-Luc said, also clearly yanking my chain.We all cracked up.”Listen, seriously,” Jean-Luc said. He came and stood behind me and gently touched my arm. “Heather I know you already cooked dinner, and Evan, I know you saw her first because you’re such a frequent perv, but do you two mind if I steal our girl and take her out on a real date?”We all looked at him. Cuff and Link ran in but they didn’t jump on me. They slid to a comic stop, ending up sitting right at my feet. They stared up at me with huge puppy-dog eyes.”Even the dogs are saying ‘whoa’,” Jean-Luc said.”Marcy, I’d like to take you somewhere nice for dinner, if you’d be kind enough to accompany me. Someplace romantic and totally worthy of how beautiful you are inside and out.”Heather snorted, a sort of gurgling, gagging sound.”Okay,” Jean-Luc said. “That might have sounded like a sappy line, but I meant it. The emotion is sincere. Come out to dinner with me?””Now?””Now.”I looked at Evan. He was the one I really believed knew what was going to be okay for me. He nodded slightly.”Okay,” I said to Jean-Luc.Jean-Luc leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. Then he put out his arm in the way guys do when they want you to escort you somewhere and they want you to put your hand on their arm near their elbow. I put my hand there.Jean-Luc bowed a slight but comical bow to Heather and Evan.”You want to come to dinner tomorrow and tell me how your date went?” Heather said. “Just us girls?” “Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.”Evan gave me a peck on the lips; Heather gave me a peck on the lips. Then Jean-Luc was leading me out the door.He leaned toward me. “Have I told you yet tonight how great you look?”I shook my head.”You look fantastic. Let’s take you somewhere worthy of that great dress.””And then you’re going to try to get me out of it?”He smiled. “I’ll do my damndest.”Jean-Luc held the car door open for me, and as I got in I had the surreal feeling that I was a princess getting into an old-fashioned coach. I shook my head to clear it.His car was luxurious. He put on some calming music, smooth jazz, maybe? I didn’t recognize the music, but it was nice. I wondered where he was taking me.We pulled up in front of The Four Seasons, and a valet opened my door. We were going to eat dinner in a hotel? I’d never been here before and sort of glanced around. Even the outside of the building was fancy.

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