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Marcy

By: Lifer01



I would like to thank Gauche for his guidance and comments regarding the editing of this story. I didn't take all his advice, and therefore the mistakes are all mine.

This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. I hope you like it.

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Finding a person to cut your hair just the way you want it is not always so easy to do. They either cut it too short, making it look like you could get TV reception by just closing your eyes, or they take so little off you wonder what they cut after hearing the "snip, snip, snip" of scissors in your ears for twenty minutes. I guess I am a dirty old man, since I normally visit a hairdresser rather than a barbershop. I much rather have a pretty girl cut my hair so I can close my eyes and fantasize - Wonder if the brushing of her tits on my arm is by accident or a subtle hint. 

I met Marcy quite by accident. A couple years ago I was riding bicycles with my two children. We were just goofing off, riding around the neighborhoods that were not so familiar. I had bought a new digital camera and tried it out whenever I found something interesting to shoot or where the children could pose in front of something.

As we were riding past the stores of a small strip mall on the way home, my son wanted to stop and get a drink out of his saddlebags. As he was fumbling around, I noticed three ladies sitting on the steps outside a beauty salon smoking cigarettes. 

One of the ladies was pretty cute -- a full-bodied Mexican girl with shoulder length wavy black hair wearing a loose fitting blue sundress. The way she was sitting gave a nice voyeuristic view of her long tan legs under her flowing skirt when the wind blew. 

Since we were stopped and I found the girls attractive, I asked them if I could take their picture. All of them starting giggling and chattering in Spanish... and I wasn't too sure if they understood me or not. I pulled the camera out of my bag and asked again for permission to take their picture while gesturing at them.

The smallest of the three girls said that it would be ok to take the picture. I took a few pictures of the ladies, who never could keep a straight face, and then showed the images to them using the small picture viewer on the back of the camera. Considering the brightness of the summer sun, the smallness of the image viewer, and the way they squinted while trying to see the pictures, I was pretty sure they hadn't really seen anything resembling themselves.

On the way home, my son asked, "Daddy, why did you take a picture of the ladies?"

I fended off the question with "Why not?" With that, the subject was dropped.

After I got home, I decided to check all the pictures for the day, delete the bad ones and see what I got overall. Naturally, I was curious to see how the pictures of the ladies came out. To my disappointment, there was really only one good picture in the bunch, a group shot. As I looked at the image, I became aware that the one that had talked to me in English was quite cute with her sly smile, dancing dark eyes and pinned up hair that allowed everyone to enjoy the features of her pretty face.

I have to admit... I was attracted to the ladies in the picture, especially the English speaking one, though I had expected to find the girl with the blue dress the most interesting. 

As I looked at the image, I decided that I would really like to go back and check out the girls without the kids asking me why I was taking pictures of the ladies. 

As an excuse to return, I made a full size print of the group shot and then cropped it to make three full sized individual pictures of each girl. I printed the pictures, put them in an envelope, and then rode my bike back to the salon hoping it was still open and the girls were still there.

The salon was pretty much a shotgun layout with chairs lining the left and right walls, hair washing station at the rear of the room, and what appeared to be a storage area for products at the very back.

There were only three people in the salon. One guy was sweeping and cleaning up a work-station on the left. The English speaking girl was blow drying the hair of a customer. She smiled when she saw me and indicated that I could wait on the sofa located under high set windows at the front of the room. I guess she thought I wanted a haircut. Not wanting to just drop off the pictures real quick and make a beeline home, I sat and waited.

As soon as the guy was finished cleaning up, he went in the back and came out with his stuff saying "I'll see you next week Marcy."

Marcy. Now I knew her name. One part of me wanted to watch her every move. Yet another, the shy part, wanted not to stare. I guess the result was that I didn't act too weird while I was waiting since she would look up every once in a while and smile at me. Sometimes I would direct my attention at the mirrors, trying not to be obvious that I was checking her out. At the same time, I wondered if she noticed.

My heart pounded a bit as I realized that the salon closing time had come and gone, and once she was finished with her customer, we would be alone in the salon. 

As I watched her finish with her customer, I noticed that she was quiet small, perhaps only five foot tall, and was wearing stiletto heels to make her appear taller. Her blue jeans were tight in the ass, accenting the smallness of her very compact behind. Unlike many Mexican girls, Marcy was pretty thin and, though it may sound awful, her boobs were not very big.

Once her customer had paid her and left, Marcy motioned to the adjacent chair: "Why don't you sit over here?" 

I got up from the sofa, crossed the room, and sat in the chair still carrying the blown up pictures in an envelope that I placed on my lap.

Two things happened as I sat there watching her clean up her work station and we chatted. 

First, I learned that here name was indeed Marcy, that she was born in Mexico and had lived with her parents in Texas for most of her life. I asked her if she was married, and she said no and further explained that she had a boy friend, and they would probably get married, but a Mexican wedding is very expensive and she was working to save the money needed for the lavish reception expense. To tell the truth, I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the substance of what she was saying, but rather was enthralled with her natural sexuality -- an effect that she did not realize or chose to ignore. 

The second thing that happened while I was talking to her was that I started to get a hard-on just watching her. I didn't want to get a hard-on since I was wearing pretty flimsy shorts. Whenever she had her back turned though, I could not resist marveling at her body that was close enough to reach out and touch. As she moved in front of me, I could sometimes smell her intoxicating scent... not perfumed -- just a clean natural musky smell. 

I kept a watchful eye on her beautiful body... running from her red colored toe nails in those high heels, up those slender legs that joined one of the most sexy asses I had seen in a long time. I am not into anal sex... but I most enjoy taking a woman from behind. I could only imagine what it would be like to enter Marcy from the rear. Her arms and elbows confirmed her smallness, and her protruding nipples showed that she was bra-less. There was no one that could have sat in that chair, that close, and not been enchanted.

"Ok... finished. How would you like it cut?" she asked.

"Actually, I came to give you these," I said inadvertently lifting the envelope and exposing the bulge in my shorts. 

My eyes were on hers as I spoke, and when I saw her gaze flicker, I realized that I had made a mistake of lifting the envelope. I dropped the package back to my lap and said "I printed out some pictures of you and your friends that I thought you might like."

Marcy smiled with anticipation, a bit of excitement seemed to dance in her dark eyes as she pulled the chair from the adjoining work-station directly in front of me and leaned forward into my personal space. 

"Let's see them!" she said with enthusiasm placing one hand on my bare knee and reaching with the other to retrieve the envelope.

I removed the pictures but kept the envelope to cover my bulge. It was really starting to get uncomfortable because I was afraid of being seen, exposed for what I was thinking, being considered a pervert, insulting the girl, or a vast variety of other fears that filled my mind at the time. Try as I might, even considering the discomfort of my member being confined, I was hard pressed to convince my hard-on to chill out. I was completely overwhelmed as Marcy leaned over, giggled at my comments, and filled my senses with her intoxication. It was like I could feel her warmth on my face as I talked to her. 

"Do you think I could have a copy of the pictures?" she asked.

"That's why I brought them. It was nice that you let me take your pictures, and I thought you would like to have a copy. You can keep yours and the group picture and maybe give the remainder to the other girls."

"Oh, that is really great! What do I owe you?" she asked breaking my heart. 

"Marcy, it was my pleasure to take your pictures. It isn't every day that I can find a pretty girl that is willing to let an old guy like me take their picture. In fact, if I was twenty years younger..." 

She giggled again and said "You're not so old" again touching my knee a little longer this time thereby lifting my spirit yet again.

She got up, moved to the door and locked it, turned the "Open" sign to indicate "Closed" and pulled down the blind on the window. 

On the way back to her chair, she paused, leaned against one and proceeded to remove one heel, then the other. "These shoes are killing my feet. You don't mind if I take them off, do you?"

"No, go ahead and make yourself comfortable."

With that, she tucked in her tummy and undid the top button of her jeans.

"Whew! That feels much better," she said.

I didn't have time to be shocked or even think. Rather than returning to her chair, she moved it to the side and lowered herself to her knees in front of me. 

"I can't accept something so nice without giving something in return." 

She leaned forward and slid her hands behind the envelope, seeming to know everything I was trying to hide. One hand took the envelope and placed on the floor under the chair while the other softly caressed and gauged the size of the issue at hand.

She placed both hands on either side of my shorts, and as I lifted myself up, she slid them down to my ankles, exposing my boxers. The head of my dick was peeking out of the opening, shiny precum glistening from the overhead lights.

Pushing the fabric back, she playfully gave it a quick lick and gently kissed the head with pouting lips before she slid the boxers lower releasing me from confinement causing my thick cock to start pulsing like a heartbeat in anticipation of eruption.

Marcy parted her lips and slowly engulfed my aroused cock into her warm moist mouth, carefully licking the precum, tasting the salt, and deeply inhaling the musty odors of my manhood. Her mouth seemed to stoke my cock using her tongue and lips. First she took a quarter of it and then pulled back and licked her drool from the end. Then she leaned further and took more... up to about half before she once again retreated and pull back teasingly causing the precum to flow. Then, very slowly, she inched closer and took the full length deep within her small mouth and throat.

Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and there was no way I was not going to see to what extent Marcy was willing to go. Rather than settling for a fantastic blow job... and before I got to a point of no return... I decided to place my hand on either side of her lovely face and lifted her from her knees. 

Once standing, I reached down and pulled her top over her head exposing excited hard nipples. I leaned over, place one in my mouth, swirling the tip around with my tongue, gently pulling the nipple and then did the same to the other. As I leaned over, I continued to my knees, running my tongue down her taut belly to her navel. She ran her hands through my hair as I undid her belt and unzipped her fly. 

When I tried to lower her jeans, she said "Wait..."

Words I simply did not want to hear.

"... I'll do it," she said as she made two wiggles of her hips causing her jeans to fall to the floor.

The next moments were spent with each of us shedding the remainder of our clothes - me my t-shirt, shorts, boxers, and tennis shoes and her of her jeans. 

I pulled her to me and kissed her while wrapping my arms around her slender body. I could feel her breasts on the bare skin of my stomach and my cock wedged between us. As we kissed I guided her back to the couch where she sat and I lowered myself to my hands and knees, bent forward to place my head between her legs. As I absorbed her fragrance, she lifted her hips so I could remove her moist cotton panties.

She leaned back, grabbed the back of my head, spread her legs even wider and pulled my head down to her neatly shaven pussy implying what she wanted. With her on the couch, and me on the floor, I slid my arms under her legs and placed them on my shoulders giving me full access to her beautiful pussy lips. Using my fingers I spread them a bit, enough to open the folds and actively played my tongue along the sides of the slit, careful to avoid her clit. Teasingly, after using the natural roughness of my tongue on her tender cunt, I plunged my tongue deep within her love channel, probing as deep as possible, all the while tasting her love juice and implying pleasures yet to come.

As I finished my erotic meal, I made a point of sucking her tender clit into my mouth, resulting in a sharp intake of breath. I slid her clit along the full length of my tongue to set the mood for what I wanted to do next. I could hear her breathing deeply... excitedly... her wanting me to fulfill my taunt with cumulative action and bring her to climax.

No way - not yet. I knew I could always retreat to the last known pleasure point if I took it too far or she changed her mind. At that point, I wanted to fuck Marcy like she had never been fucked before.

I raised my head, kissed my way back up her stomach, to her budding breasts reinforcing the entire foreplay up until now. I leaned her to her right so that she laid flat on the couch with legs splayed and me in between them, and sensuously found her hungry mouth with mine. I kissed her deeply, running my tongue deep into her waiting mouth, mixing saliva and her vaginal juices for her to taste.

At the same time, my throbbing cock playfully teased the opening of her slick tight slit. She opened her legs wider, telling me again what she wanted as she pulled me tighter and returned the fury of our kisses. 

Not wanted to be teased any longer and not wanting to wait, she hiked her ass off the couch as I plunged the full length of my cock deep into her warm tight pussy. Instead of pulling out, I used one foot on the armrest of the couch and levered myself to try to enter even deeper. It was as if I simply wanted to go as deep as I could, not to retreat even one inch... sinking my cock to the hilt... willing my balls to participate in the fulfillment of her desire and pleasure.

The feeling was amazing -- no doubt enhanced by the fact that I was fucking a very desirable woman... the envy of many and the epitome of sexy... who was also about half my age. 

I could feel her tightness, and though there was no stroking, her pussy seemed to milk my cock, pulling it gently as I tried to enter even further. I knew if I continued to grind her pussy in this way, she would cum because of the friction on her clit. I had other plans though. I wanted to cum together at the same time, deep inside her. If this was a one time event, I wanted to give her a memory that would stay with her for the rest of her life.

I slowly pulled out of her, resulting in a popping sound as the vacuum void was filled with air and she moaned her disapproval.

I flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees on the couch. I looked at her lovely peach shaped ass that had so innocently turned me on earlier. I was tempted to lick her ass. I was tempted to bury my nose in her crack and lick the slit of the beautiful sight that was poised before me. But my lust was demanding and there was no way I wanted to break the mood and return to foreplay.

I placed the head of my cock at the back of her ass... debated whether to stick it in her ass, and decided it would probably hurt, and I didn't want to fuck this up by attempting something that might not be welcome.

I slid the tip of my swollen cock up and down the entrance of her dripping cunt, and again entered her as deeply as possible, holding the sides of her hips as I plunged into her depths. As much as I wanted this to last forever, I knew I wasn't going to last long. It was time to ramp up the tempo and go for the climax. 

Every time I pushed forward and attempted to leave, it was like her cunt grabbed my cock and took another bite out of the stroke, doubling the pleasure of the plunge. She started out on her hands, and ended up with her head pushed to her armrest, lying on her chest having lost the strength to stay upright on her hands.

I plowed Marcy from behind with every ounce of lustful energy I could muster. Each thrust resulted in a corresponding pull of her young tight snapping pussy until, as I heard her moaning ever louder with boiling passion and lust, she screamed so loud that I was afraid someone might hear. 

Wanting to share the event, I found the energy to pick up the tempo ever so slightly and willed my cock to reach deeper than ever, holding back as long as possible, before I unloaded my gushing cum into the depths of her cunt as our simultaneous climaxes exploded sending waves of shudders passing throughout our bodies. 

Totally spent, she collapsed onto her stomach as I followed her down with my cock firmly engulfed within he pussy. As I slowly pulled out of her I saw the cum and her juices roll down her legs. I gently turned her over so that she was on top of me, spread her legs and reentered her from the front. She wrapped her arms around me and started to shudder again as another climax racked her enraptured body. She pulled me closer and held me tight as her breathing was still strained. Again I felt her body tense and shudder.

We actually fell asleep... just like that wrapped in a tangle of erotic fulfillment until I awoke a short time later and tenderly kissed her lips to awaken her.

As we were putting on our clothes, she said, "You never did get your hair cut."

"You're right. Maybe I can be your last customer next Friday," I replied not as a question but rather in hopeful anticipation. 

Marcy Has Fun...Finally



As I stroked slowly and steadily in and out of her belly Marcy looked up at me with that peculiar look that comes over a woman as she realizes she's about to lose control and she said, "Ohmigod, Mark, I've never felt anything like this. I know I'm going to cum and it's gonna be big." She shuddered as a wave of incredible pleasure ran from deep in her vagina to the tips of her fingers and toes. And this wasn't even the orgasm she knew was coming.

Marcy knew my wife, Denise. Denise and I had known each other for years. Marcy and Denise had known each other longer. Denise and I had dated and then broken up and then several years later reunited. And it had been a great relationship since reuniting. It had been Marcy who had gotten us together in the first place.

Denise was adventurous sexually to say the least. When we had reunited she had entertained me and about a sixty other customers at a strip club outside of Ypsilanti, Michigan with a live amateur striptease on stage in which she ended up nude and pleasured by a rather adept and well-endowed customer. Until that night she had worked there as a waitress, but her co-workers had talked her into getting up on stage. She was gorgeous and exciting to watch as she stripped naked on the stage. But then a well-endowed customer got her off on stage with his tongue and then later in the private dance room at the club with his huge cock. Denise had not expected this to happen; she had only wanted to have me see her dance naked in front of other guys. Nevertheless she thoroughly enjoyed what happened. Although it troubled me to see her give herself to this stranger, I accepted it as a part of loving Denise. She gave her heart only to me. Her vagina and her clit...occasionally those needed another man's attention!!

After that first encounter Denise would periodically need to relive it; she needed to get up in front of a crowd of strangers naked and she needed to entertain one of them if she found a well-endowed man. So every six months or so we would head off on a road trip to some club hosting an amateur night and Denise would get up on stage and bare all, and sometimes she would escort a customer back to the club "private dance" room and get her brains fucked out.

Other than those trips Denise focused all of her love and attention on me. I always knew that no matter how many sexual partners she had her love was for me. We enjoyed each other's company thoroughly. We both worked at jobs we liked, she as a physical therapist and me as a massage therapist. And outside of our jobs we enjoyed dancing, camping, hiking, biking, and swimming. Staying so active kept us both happy and healthy. And whenever we could we both enjoyed doing those things naked. It led to interesting encounters with like-minded strangers who would sometimes become like-minded friends, like our neighbors Ben and Gwen. Ben was rather hung and had entertained Denise on several occasions. Each time Denise and Ben hooked up, Gwen would keep me company as compensation.

Marcy. As I said it had been Marcy who had first introduced me to Denise. Marcy was 17 years older than Denise and 14 years older than me. She and I had been working at a department store when Marcy told me she knew a girl who was just right for me. And that was how my relationship had started with Denise. When we reunited and married Marcy was happy for the both of us. She knew we were just right for each other. Marcy knew nothing about Denise's other activities. To Marcy Denise was a sweet girl who loved her man...me.

Marcy was in her late 40's, but was in great shape. She liked being outdoors so was quite tan. She had fiery green eyes and light brown, frosted hair which she kept in a short cut. She was tall and slender with a small firm bust, slender waist, narrow hips, and nice firm booty. Her husband Frank had been a big, strong man who dwarfed the tall, slender Marcy. And as gruff as he could be he was highly attentive to Marcy and her occasionally nutty needs.

A few months ago Marcy's husband, Frank, had passed away. Marcy missed him a lot and in many ways. One of those ways was sexually. Despite his gruff ways one of the ways in which he was attentive to her was sexually.

I remember one evening when Denise and I had gone over to their house to enjoy dinner and some card playing. We got a taste of how Frank kept Marcy happy. During dinner we had shared a couple of bottles of wine and whenever Marcy got tipsy she got very happy and affectionate and would start to lose her clothes. Frank saved her dignity by excusing themselves and saying we could leave when we were finished. He trusted us.

It wasn't but a few minutes before we heard moaning and groaning and the rapid creaking of their bed coming down from upstairs. As the pace quickened Marcy got louder. This at first made Denise and I uncomfortable and then downright horny. Denise dragged me over to the couch in their family room which was directly underneath Marcy and Frank's bedroom. As we listened to Marcy and Frank fucking wildly Denise hiked up her skirt, lifted her hips, and slipped her panties off. I knew instinctively what she wanted and accommodated her by dipping my tongue and kisses down between her bare thighs. I soon had Denise's prominent clitoris just humming and she was soon having her own fun as she tightened her naked thighs around my head and climaxed.

Knowing what would pleasure her more, I unbuckled my own slacks, pushed down my briefs and soon was moving inside of her right there underneath a loudly fucking Marcy and Frank. They were not slowing down. Denise, as was her habit, soon had pulled off all of her clothes so that she was soon butt naked on their couch. She liked being dangerously naked for two reasons: it allowed my hands and lips to roam freely over her bare breasts, her bare shoulders or wherever I chose or where she directed, and it increased her excitement to know that at any moment she might be caught. In those moments Denise's clitoris swelled to almost bursting and her vagina would get incredibly wet. She was soon quivering with another delicious orgasm and nodding for me to quicken my pace so she could feel me cum inside of her. 

After we had finished we still heard the sounds of vigorous lovemaking going on upstairs so we cleaned up a little and quietly left, although I have to say both of us were tempted to sneak a peek. It really sounded like Frank was really putting it to Marcy. The regular creaking of their bed was interrupted by Marcy crying out and then the creaking would start up again. She was clearly having a fantastic time from the sound of it.

Well, Frank passed away from a stroke. He had always been an intense man at work and at home and the only time he seemed truly at ease was when he went hunting and when he was fucking Marcy. The loss of Frank left Marcy needing some company and a place to call home when she felt lonely. So Denise and I allowed her to routinely stay with us at our apartment. 

Marcy would come over, play some tennis, take a dip in the apartment complex pool and then after a light dinner with us she would excuse herself and sack out in the guest bedroom we had. On some occasions Denise would go over to Marcy's home to just keep her company and sleep in the same bed with Marcy. Marcy missed the safety and comfort of her big man sleeping next to her and Denise's physical presence would calm her. They would sleep nude so Marcy could have warm naked skin against hers.

So it was about nine months after Frank's death. I was quite used to Marcy spending time with us and also with Ben and Gwen our neighbors. It was a Saturday afternoon and Denise had promised Marcy that I would give her a massage. She also said Marcy had purchased a couple of new swimsuits and wanted my opinion, a guy's opinion, about how they looked on her. Marcy was in great shape as a result of staying so active after Frank's death so I figured whatever swimsuit she would wear would look good on her. She didn't really need my opinion.

When Marcy showed up she immediately headed off to the bedroom to change into the first of her new swimsuits. Now I was expecting her usual one-piece swimsuit and was sitting on the sofa in our living room ready to go to the pool myself. Denise was off at a physical therapists' conference in Chicago; Gwen had accompanied her to keep her company and share in Chicago's nightlife. I think Denise was trying to talk Gwen into getting up on stage with her at a local strip club and getting naked.

Marcy came out in a clingy yellow bikini whose color stood out against Marcy's dark tanned skin. The material clung to her small breasts and each of her hardened nipples was visible through the thin material of the bikini top. The outline of her feminine parts was also quite visible through the thin material as it clung to her. She spun around on her toes and asked, "Well, watcha think?" I had to tell her the truth.

"Damn, Marcy...you look," I paused to screw with her head," hot...very hot!" As I said Marcy was in her late 40's but with her toned body and legs and with her hair frosted with blond streaks and with her very dark, tanned skin, she looked hot. The bright yellow suit fit her back, her front, her top, her bottom like a thin, clingy glove. 

Marcy grinned with almost a girlish embarrassment. "Do you really think I look good? It's been ages since I've been seen in anything so daring but I felt it was time and there's a guy at your pool that I'm trying to impress." She blushed and her nipples poked out that much more from her small round breasts.

"Marcy I think he'll be impressed."

"I want to show you one more outfit. I'm sure it's too daring but I just fell in love with it at the store." She bounded off to the bedroom with the energy of feeling sexy and attractive.

When she returned I had to hold my breath. She came out in a sheer bright green wrap which complemented her green eyes. But what really shocked me was the cut of the swimsuit underneath the wrap, or should I say the lack of swimsuit.

She stood in front of me and dropped the wrap to the floor. The top was a pair of green sheer triangles that cradled her nipples and left each breast almost bare. What I noticed was that her breasts were not white but tanned also. She must have been tanning at a salon or sunbathing somewhere topless. But the bottom was the real eye catcher. A pair of thin green strings curved over the twin moons of her bare bottom, curved over her narrow hips, and met at the very bottom of her tummy in the tiniest of green Lycra triangles that barely covered her privates and didn't cover all of her brown, curly pubic hair.

She proceeded to explain the outfit, "I absolutely love the cool air against my breasts and the silky material arouses my nipples so they stand out. I think the effect is very sexy. I also think I have a cute butt and nice boobs, an accomplishment for a woman in her late 40's, and the salesgirl talked me into baring it in this outfit." Marcy spun around so I could see her bared behind and I had to admit she looked enticing enough to fuck right then and there. If she was trying to attract a man this was definitely the way to get their attention. Again I noticed that her buns were tanned not pale white, so apparently they too had been exposed to real or artificial sunlight. The pale green strings curving over the tops of her buns and disappearing in between the rounded cheeks of her fanny were very erotic.

Then Marcy turned around to explain what little there was of the front to her bikini bottom. The strings came around her narrow hips and ended in a triangle of thin, clingy material that molded to her genitals; all her parts were easily visible. The material cupped her labia perfectly and extended no more than a few inches above the juncture of her labia. A small patch of brown pubic hair was visible peeking out the north end of the triangle. As if noticing where I was looking Marcy said, "When I tried this suit on I was sticking out all over. The kind salesgirl gave me information on a laser removal place. Just five treatments over the next six months and I remain bald down there except for my little soul patch." She tugged the suit down to reveal a small patch of curly pubic hair which was surrounded by bare skin to the south, east, west , and north of it. Again Marcy explained, " I could have had it all removed but the girl at the store told me that it was a new sexy thing to have a thin landing strip, a soul patch or a tiny triangle on your belly and leave the rest bare. Both she and the young woman also said it was also a new thing for a woman to show a hint of pubic hair peeking out intentionally from the top of her bikini bottom. It's like guys and the pubic hair on their stomachs that suggests possibilities down below."

I grinned from ear to ear. I only hoped I was this nutty and daring when I got to be Marcy's age. "Marcy, you're almost nude. But damn, you look good. Whoever this guy is that you're interested in is sure going to get a gorgeous eyeful.

With that she bounded off like a teenage girl, changed back into the more modest yellow bikini and we headed off to the apartment complex pool. Marcy turned many a guy's head that afternoon, but the man she was interested in didn't show. We lay out with Ben who was there alone since Gwen had gone to Chicago with Denise. Ben also complemented Marcy on looking hot and had her blushing uncontrollably. I think she realized she had made the right decision in purchasing the skimpy swimsuit and in getting shaved so that her lady parts were revealed through the bikini's thin material.

Her ego got even more stroking when several college age girls wearing next to nothing themselves approached Marcy and asked her where she had purchased the bikini. They also asked her if she were shaved; two of the girls liked the way the suit molded to Marcy's parts. They told her she would have the guys falling all over her and could have her pick of whatever stud she wanted. When Marcy told them about getting the laser treatment the girls pushed Ben and I out of the way and Marcy spent the remainder of afternoon with the college girls sharing various secrets and gossip and showing each other how they were trimmed down there.

Ben left to go home and I told him to come by later on. I was making dinner for Marcy and me and since he was alone we'd appreciate his company. He waved and nodded that he would.

Around dusk Marcy and I returned to the apartment. As Marcy took a shower and cleaned up I prepared the massage table in my massage room. Denise and I had three bedrooms in our apartment. One was for us, one was for our guests, like Marcy, and the third we'd converted into a joint massage and physical therapy room.

After doing some preparation of our dinner and after Marcy exited the bathroom, I took a quick shower and changed into my usual massage attire: a pair of knit shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. Marcy was already laid out face down on the massage table with a large bath towel over her body from shoulders to calves. This was going to be her first massage so I asked her a standard set of questions and filled her in on what I would be doing.

Then I started in. She had wanted warmed oil so that's what I used. As I massaged first her neck and shoulders, her back, her feet, her calves, and her thighs I steadily rolled the towel off of her shoulders and then up her legs until a swath of folded towel was covering her buttocks and only her buttocks. Some folks are vocal and some are quiet when receiving a massage. Marcy sighed and moaned as I touched different parts of her body that either hurt or felt pleasure. I have always found it to be a turn-on to hear a woman react verbally to my massages. I started getting an erection.

I continued and my massage took on a more sensual nature in response to Marcy's reaction. My fingers moved against her soft skin alternating between light caresses and firm strokes in zones that would draw out an erotic response from her. My fingers caressed her spine down to the cleft in her butt and my fingers moved higher and higher on her thighs. 

Marcy now began to arch her hips up to receive the touch of my fingers on her butt and to expose more of her genitals. This move was that of one who wanted to be touched...there in that special location. I lingered close with each stroke but stopped just short to raise the tension and to be sure that that is what she wanted. I now grasped firmly each of buttocks and moved them around vigorously. I did so underneath her towel which was still covering her butt and slowly it moved down her back and more and more of Marcy's small rounded butt was being exposed.

Finally Marcy reached a decision and moving one of her hands down to her waist she pulled the towel off of her butt and said, "We don't need this. It's just getting in the way of the marvelous massage you're giving me, Mark."

Now the full length of Marcy's muscled back, her tight little fanny, the curve of her slender thighs and the darkness between her thighs were fully available to both my hands and my eyes. The first thing I noted which I had noted before during the swimsuit modeling was that Marcy was tanned all over. I asked her, "Marcy, have you been visiting a tanning salon, or have you been sunning in the altogether." 

And just like that she responded, "Sunning in the altogether. I love the breeze on my bare skin and the backyard deck on my home is private enough so I won't shock my neighbors."

"Marcy, judging by what I'm looking at now I think many of your neighbors would be pleased not shocked. You're quite sexy." All the time I'd known Marcy I hadn't thought of her in sexual terms, but instead as a close friend. Seeing her beautiful nude body in front of me all shiny with oil and so perfect in all its curves and lines was causing me to lose my objectivity as a masseuse. I think that the earlier modeling of very sexy bikinis had made me think of Marcy as a sexy woman and not just a very close friend.

I tried to distract myself by focusing on Marcy's massage. And so I continued gliding my oiled hands against her soft bare skin.

Soon Marcy parted her legs just a little wider and began to lift her butt just a little higher in response to my hands moving closer to her backside. I kneaded her butt vigorously but soon found my thumbs and fingers sliding between the twin globes of her butt and up against her anus and then against the puffy, shaved labia of her genitals. Sighs and moans of pleasure were returned to me by an increasingly aroused Marcy.

She opened her legs that much further, inviting me to touch her in the way she wanted to be touched. Now her puckered anus was open to view. I ran an oiled finger around it but this just played into her increasing arousal and my own arousal. Now my hardening erection was pushing my knit shorts out quite a bit. Fortunately for me they were out of sight of Marcy's eyes. I didn't want her to realize I had lost my professionalism.

"Lost in the beauty of Marcy's nude body and my hands pushing her flesh to and fro I started when she asked, "Mark, have you ever given a customer what's called a labial massage." I about blew a load right then and there.

"Yes, I know what you mean, Marcy, and, yes, I have given them to some of my lady customers," I stuttered out. I had known Marcy for years and Denise had known her for much longer. Despite how sexy I found her at the moment I wasn't sure I wanted to cross that line. So I asked, "You do know where a labial massage usually leads to?"

"Yes," Marcy responded immediately as if afraid she would stop what she was asking me to do, "but it doesn't have to, does it? It would be up to me, right?"

"You're right, Marcy, I will stop whenever you direct. There is a therapeutic value to a labial and nymphaic massage. It does increase blood flow to those areas and to a woman's internal female organs and to that region in general. It will, at least temporarily make you feel very sensitive and young down there. But, Marcy, it is also erogenous stimulation and can easily cross over into you wanting a sexual encounter with me, your masseur. I have devices for such sexual relief...vibrators, ribbed gloves, a monkey rocker for those really wanting some sexual exertion. But I myself have avoided having intercourse with my clients. I've tried to stay true to Denise. And I haven't wanted my clients to stop coming because we went too far." As I watched her face begin to grin in a way that I had seen too often on Denise's face, I realized she was enjoying how uncomfortable she was making me at this moment.




Marcy Has Fun...Finally



She cut my floundering monologue short with a turn of head face down into the massage table and saying, "Stop your yammering, Mark, let's begin. I want to see what it feels like."

With that I dipped my fingers anew into some warm oil and starting at her knees worked my way up her thighs until I was touching her labia. Pushing her legs further apart I worked one of her genital lips up and down its length. I gently massaged each lip until it thickened and warmed to the touch. As often happens with this type of massage Marcy's, like any woman's, labia folded open, her inner labia or nymphae thickened with blood and folded open from her vagina, thus revealing the dark pink hole of her vagina, and her clitoris also engorged and thickened. I tried to stay focused on the techniques of the massage, not the fact that I was now rubbing my wife's mother's pussy.

Yeah, that was the kicker causing me to be so nervous. Marcy was my mother and a long time friend even before I had met her daughter, Denise. To be touching her so intimately and to be so aroused by her in the first place was making me feel very nervous. I simultaneously wanted to finish this massage like a pro and bone her as hard as I could. And what was up with Marcy. Why was she pressing all my buttons to get me so aroused? I thought to myself, "Focus on the task at hand." I continued to alternate massage strokes across Marcy's body and focusing on her genital labia. 

I soon was tugging and massaging her nymphae or inner labia so my thumbs or fingers were right at the opening to her vagina. Not only was she shiny with oil from my hands, but a little white, creamy dribble was visible from her vagina. The labial massage was having it's intended affect: kickstarting sexual sensations and increasing blood flow and other fluids to parts of Marcy's body. 

Marcy's hips were raised in the air now so that I could easily access between her legs. At one point when my thumb and forefinger were massaging one of her nymphae and my thumb was snug against the opening of her vagina, Marcy pushed back so that my thumb slid up inside of her. She let out a gasp and pushed her hips down further so that my thumb pushed up her slippery vagina to my first knuckle. Instead of withdrawing I kept up the massaging motion of working the wall of her vagina and her right nympha between my thumb and forefinger. Then taking her cue I switched hands and sides and slide my thumb easily inside of her to continue the same on the opposite wall of her vagina and the left nympha. I soon was working my thumb deeper into the folds of her vagina until my thumb was now buried to the second knuckle.

With my free hand I now alternated a caressing motion of her thickening clitoris and slipping a finger inside of her anus and massaging the walls of her colon. Like Denise the U***** women had large clitorises that were very sensitive. Marcy fanny was soon shaking from pre-orgasmic shudders. 

"Oh my, that feels so good. Don't stop, Mark. Please don't stop."

Intentionally I stopped. I wanted a pause in Marcy's heightened nerve endings. I kept my hand on her tight little fanny, but stopped massaging her genitalia. Her fevered breathing caused her back and her gorgeous little backside to rise and fall rapidly. I caressed and massaged her back, her hips, and her bottom until I felt her breathing calm down. Her genitalia, however , remained thick and open with blood; that didn't close up and shrink.

When it seemed that she was relaxing and calmed down. I wiped my hands off with a towellete, dipped my thumbs into warm oil and entered her both vaginally and anally. With my right hand I pushed my thumb deep into her vagina and curled it back to massage her g-spot at the same time flicking my fingers against her clitoris up and down its little length. With my left hand I pushed my thumb in and massaged the wall of her colon that was next to her vagina. I could feel my other thumb working inside of Marcy.

Marcy was soon panting loudly and quickly surged to an orgasm. As she climaxed I felt the muscles of her anus and her vagina tighten around my thumbs. I held them steady through her multiple shudders and when her shaking had subsided I withdrew them slowly. Her anus made a little popping noise as the opening snapped back to its original puckered size.

"That was incredible. What the heck were you doing down there to me? I don't think I've ever cum so quickly. It was like down there just suddenly burst into flames and I couldn't stop it from happening. Wow."

I wasn't done. "Marcy, I need you to turn over so we can continue!!" It was my turn to grin. Marcy complied and now her nude body was face up. Her breasts are small but still firm; there were little cones tipped with reddish brown nipples. Each nipple was at this point pointing skyward, hard as perfect little pebbles on the tip of each of her breasts. The skin of her chest, her belly and her shaved groin was reddish with blood. I could now see the little soul patch of brown, curly pubic hair an inch or so north of her genitalia. Her labia and her clitoral hood were smooth with no pubic hair. Her labia were all puffy with arousal as was her clit, which like Denise's was larger than normal for a woman. And like Denise's was extremely sensitive to being touched.

Marcy didn't ask to have me place a towel over her midsection to hide her genitals. When she settled back onto the massage table she even opened her legs a little so that I had easier access both visually and with my fingers.

I started in. Some warm oil on my fingers and I started at Marcy's feet, ignoring the fact that she was probably humming with sexual tension and wanted to be touched in that special region of her body. I wanted to relax her whole body and wanted to encourage blood flow right out to her extremities. With that in mind I started on her legs moving up and down her thighs, her knees, her shins and calves, and then her ankles and feet. I felt the sexual tension subside as here muscles and tendons finally yielded to my firm but gentle touch. When I moved her legs to massage either her thighs or her calves at first she would try to move them but eventually she relaxed and let me do the work for her.

I next moved to her head and started on her shoulders, massaging the tension out of them and then moving on to her neck, her ears, her forehead and finally her scalp. I saw her whole body begin to melt into the massage table and saw her nipples soften as she calmed down from the orgasm she had experience just a few minutes before.

Still standing at her head I ran long strokes down the sides of her torso and over her hips. I moved her whole body up and down and to and fro. These were deep strokes assisted by the warm oil enabling my hands to glide over her skin and manipulate her muscles so they began to relax. As I would lean forward my penis would push against the top of her head and began to stiffen. I was starting to get too aroused so I shifted position.

Now I ran my hands over her chest and her torso from her shoulders, down over her breasts, her lower ribs, her stomach and her groin down to the top of her pubic bone. This consisted of back and forth strokes and circular motions. This I followed up with firm strokes down her groin to the top of her pubic bone, making sure my fingers didn't touch her quite pronounced clitoris. This move pushed blood into her genitalia and began to have a sexual affect on Marcy. As I said her clitoris swelled and pushed back on her clitoral hood and her labia and nymphae both engorged and folded back to reveal the bright pink hole of her vagina. A little creamy white lubrication was seeping from her open vagina too. Marcy's breathing also became heavier as her nerve endings were stimulated.

Now positioning myself at her thighs I took both palms and pushed up her thighs and over the smooth shaved skin of her labia making sure to sweep up either side of her groin and thus pulling her labia further open. I'd alternate this stroke with one that would press both palms on either side of her inner lips or nymphae and squeeze them. These I alternated with a third stroke. With this one I used my fingers gliding up her thighs and then ran my index fingers up the slit of her labia and her nymphae and on either side of her thickening clitoris. This last move would draw a moan from Marcy.

Soon Marcy opened her thighs indicating that she wanted me to focus on those parts of her body that were giving her so much pleasure. This allowed me to add two more strokes which alternated with the three that I had been pleasuring her with. On the fourth stroke I would glide my palms over her thighs and cup the triangle of her genitalia as my thumbs glided over the slit of her genitals. And with the fifth stroke I would run my fingers under her thighs over her butt and slide them between the cheeks of her butt ensuring that her anus was now included in an expanding erogenous zone that was now causing her to quiver and moan almost continuously .

So now I had taken her from a calm flow of relaxation, which both moved blood out to her extremities and opened up her nerve ends from her core to her hands and feet and the top of her head, to erotically stimulating her core so that it was sending shocks of sexual elation out from her groin to her finger tips and toes. Marcy began to shudder and shake involuntarily as her nerve endings positively screamed a need for orgasmic release. Then finally Marcy's stomach tightened, her back arched and her hips curled up, her legs shot into the air, and her vagina opened and closed spasmodically as she passed through an intense, delightful orgasm. At the same time she cried out repeatedly just trying to release the sexual feelings bursting from inside of her.

As I had seen in instructions on the internet I placed my palm against her belly with my middle finger resting firmly against her clitoris. This succeeded as it did with the other women I pleasured this way in extending her initial orgasm into multiple orgasms that followed one upon another. Marcy's eyes were now open and looking at me with both wonder and helplessly. Her body had become an orgasmic engine, self generating one wave of erotic pleasure after another. 

Soon, however, the climaxes lessened and ceased. 

"Marcy, please turn over face down. I want to ease whatever tensions you have in your back and hips. With long slow hard strokes I pushed the muscles of her back, her shoulders, her hips, and her butt until I felt the sexual tension ease. As I gazed down I noticed that her labia remained wide open such that the pink entrance to her vagina stayed quite open and ready for intercourse. A stream of her own creamy lubrication was seeping from the hole of her vagina and I dipped my finger into the flow and brought it to my lips to taste. My mother's pussy juices were as tasty as her daughter's .

And soon we finished. Marcy asked, "I know I should take a shower to get this oil off of my skin, but what you have done has left me weak in the knees. I think you owe it to me to help to the shower." So I did. I escorted a nude Marcy from the massage room to our bathroom, holding her soft right breast in my right hand as I held her up and feeling the heat from her naked hip against my right hip.

I sat her on the toilet seat and prepared the water with the right temperature.

"Can you stay in case I need you? I still feel weak in the knees and may need assistance." So while Marcy stepped into the shower stall and began to wet herself down and lather up, I sat on the toilet seat watching her through the glass doors. She soon asked me to soap up and rinse her back off and then asked me to towel her off. After that I helped her to the second bedroom and tucked her in naked under the covers.

Soon thereafter Ben stopped by and we finished up what had been meant for Marcy also. We also had a few beers and as often happens to me I dozed off on the sofa with the TV on. When I awoke the living room lights were still on but there was no Ben. I figured he had gone home. I turned off the lights and started to head off to bed myself.

As I passed the door to Marcy's room however I was greeted by the sight and sound of Marcy being roundly fucked by Ben. Ben's massive cock was just pushing in and out between Marcy's widespread legs. I wandered off to bed, masturbated to thoughts of Denise and Gwen dancing naked on some stage in Chicago and of Ben pleasuring Marcy's pussy.

It was the next morning when Marcy slipped into my bed naked. She woke me with a start as her naked skin touched my body and her hand encircled my usual erect nighttime penis. "Thanks," she said with a big grin on her face. I was half awake when she had first slipped next to me and was startled to have my mother stroking my cock and lying nude against my chest and side. 

"Thanks? For what?"

"For the whole day and night yesterday. Denise had told you how much I have missed that big man of mine. We had shared our bed for many years and he had given me pleasure almost every day of our marriage. And yesterday was the first day I had felt like a sexy woman once again since Frank died," she paused but didn't stop stroking my hardening penis. This soon had me fully awake.

"You know that friend of yours, Ben,...oh my he's quite large. I don't think he knew I was in the second bedroom when he undressed in the dark and slipped in next to me. He asked right away though, 'Marcy??' I was still very aroused from the incredible 'massage' you had given me and when I felt his enormous penis slapped against my naked thigh I grasped that wonderful hot member in my hand and guided that fine specimen of a man inside of me. You know, it's absolutely a miracle of biology how a large member like Ben has can positively and erotically touch every part of a woman's anatomy and drive her into a heavenly hour of bliss and orgasms. 

"Ben's muscular arms held me close while he worked his magic. His inches of girth and length slid against my clit, my g-spot and deep against the slick walls of my vagina. I think at one point he actually rendered me unconscious from making me cum so much. It brought back memories of how Frank used to do that, only Ben was much bigger.

"Later as we lay against each other spent and damp with perspiration Ben let me know about your special club and how Ben and other men entertain that dear daughter of mine as well as other female members. After feeling what I felt with Ben and being informed that there were other men including my own son who could pleasure me I asked Ben if I could partake of the delightful services he and his partners could provide me. Well, that dear, dear friend of yours said he surely could find time to entertain me and if not him then one of the other men.

"Ben left just a little while ago and I decided I needed to enjoy what Denise has been enjoying." And with that Marcy positioned her legs over my waist and sank her wet, soft, warm vagina down around the length and girth of my very stiff member. For the next hour and a half I entertained Marcy to the best of my ability. Yes, I didn't have the girth and length of many of our friends, but I had always had incredible control which I had refined with the help of my wonderful wife, Denise. I could keep from ejaculating until my partner begged me to do so. Then and only then, when they wanted to feel hot jets of semen fill them would I relax my control and allow myself to cum. I would spray my seed in a woman's vagina, in her mouth, or over her body...however she wanted it. I had found that delaying my own orgasm built up such a volume of semen and built up so much tension that I could ejaculate copious streams of semen that would spray several feet out. The guys and I had even held contests and I always won for distance and strength of ejaculation.

As Marcy felt me spray her insides she came again from the intensity with which my penis filled her vagina. I rolled us over so she could rest her thinner frame against my own body and held her tight still remaining inside of her. Soon however she lifted herself up from me and trailing her lips and tongue down my torso to my groin she licked my creamy covered penis clean and even sucked the head hoping to get more of the taste of my semen. She then positioned her beautiful bald pussy over my stomach and using the muscles of her vagina like a throat she spit out more semen from inside of her. Again she lapped up mouthful of my white cum and bringing her lips up to mine shared my own salty brew mixed with the tangy flow of her vagina.

An hour or two later we awoke in each other's arms, showered together which started to lead to more sex play, but abstained so that Marcy could show off her microkini at the pool side. I called up Ben for good measure and told him to call the other guys too. I wanted Marcy to have a welcome audience for showing off what she had. 

My mother was a hot woman, like her daughter, and I thought she should strut her stuff. So she did.

When Denise returned later that week from her own adventures and asked if her mom had come over I replied, "Yes, she did. I took care of her just like you would have wanted. And so did Ben and a couple others." Denise looked at me quizzically and I laughed.



Marcy Takes a Lover



Disclaimer: This story is about a white married couple finding a black man for the wife to have sex with. It is completely consensual on both of their parts, and therefore is just good, clean, fun. If you don't like this kind of thing, you should probably find something else to read. 

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My name is Marcy and I have something I need to get off my chest. I live just outside of Detroit, but I was on a "weekend getaway". I still can't believe what I had gotten myself into this time. I was standing in a hotel room in Boston, getting ready to go meet a black man that my husband had found for me online, a black man that I had already agreed to have sex with.

I'm 34 years old, and I've been married to Jason for 11 years now. Jason is 2 years older than me, 5'11" tall, and is in pretty good shape. We have a membership at a gym close to our home and we both work out regularly, so I am in pretty good shape too. Actually, the last time I was in Boston, I was competing in the marathon so maybe I'm in real good shape. I am 5' 7" tall, weigh about 125 pounds and measure 34c-24-34. I am of Jewish ancestry, so I have dark, almost black hair, brown eyes, and very white skin. The time was late winter, a typical long winter in Michigan, so my skin was even whiter than normal. 

Jason and I have always had a very active sex life, but up 'til now we have been monogamous. I was getting ready to change all that. As I was standing there naked in the bathroom, I looked at my thick black bush of pubic hair. I probably should have shaved it, I thought, to meet a new man, but I just hate how picky it is when it starts to grow back in. It seems to get thicker every I shave it too. Jason says it's like a Brillo pad already so I should stop shaving it altogether. I love the way it looks when I'm shaved, but don't like the itchiness. Everyone knows Jewish chicks are supposed to have furry muffs anyhow.

As I was standing there, I thought about the chain of events that had taken place to get me to where I was. It had all started 6 weeks earlier when I had told Jason about a friend of ours fucking another man while she was on a business trip. Kelly had told me about picking up a guy in the lounge at her hotel and fucking him all night long in her hotel room. She and her husband are both friends of ours. Jason had said "we'll have to be careful not to let that slip around her Joe." I told him Joe knows all about it. He lets Kelly have other lovers whenever she wants. Jason seemed quite interested in this, and asked me what else I knew about it. I said I didn't know much more, but it interested me too so I told him I would find out.

Really, I had talked to Kelly for hours about it, and I was quite intrigued by the idea. As she told me about all her lovers, I thought back to my single days. I was kind of a slut in college, and always enjoyed the variety of different cocks in my pussy. I was happy with Jason, but it was always so exciting to make love with someone for the first time. Kelly had a pretty cool deal going, I envied her.

That night, after making love, Jason asked me if I wanted to have sex with another man. I told him I didn't think I could ever do that. "Why, would you let me," I asked? He said he didn't know, he had never given it much thought.

"Are you asking my permission," he said? I told him I wasn't asking permission, but I did see other men who were attractive occasionally and had thought about how it would feel sleeping with them. He knew I had had quite a few men before I met him; we had talked about that many times.

"It's just a fantasy though," I told him, "I don't think we really need to go there with our relationship."

We talked about it several more times over the next few weeks. Jason had slowly decided that he was very turned on by the idea of me having sex with another man. I told him I would think about it, but I still didn't think I could ever actually do it. "Why do you like the idea," I asked? Do you want to fuck another woman?" He assured me he did not want to have sex with another woman; he was just turned on by the thought of sharing me with another man. He said he knew how sexy I was, I wouldn't have any trouble finding someone. He said 10 minutes on a barstool was all it would take.

I told him I wasn't about to fuck someone I met on a barstool. "How can we be sure it's safe, I asked, that the other man doesn't have any STD's or anything?" Jason said we didn't have to worry that much about STD's, because they would have to wear condoms. I told him he would still have to find a way to check if he's safe, condom's aren't foolproof you know. I told him what I was really worried about was doing anything that would cause problems with our marriage, but he said he had thought about it enough that he was sure he could handle it.

"You wouldn't be jealous," I asked? He told me that he would be very jealous, but even more turned on at the sight of me letting another man into my pussy. "What do you mean the sight of it?"

"I would want to watch," he told me. "That is the biggest turn-on for me."

"That's not what Kelly and Joe do," I said, "she just gets to sleep around whenever she wants and he wants to hear all the details afterwards." He said that would be a start, but he really wanted to see another man's cock fucking me.

I kept thinking about what we had talked about the next day, and realized that I was kind of turned on by the idea. I hadn't had a new lover since I met Jason my last year of college, I thought it might be nice to feel someone else inside me again. I decided to up the ante on Jason and see if he backed down. He had to understand that if I was going to do it, it was going to be on my terms and I was going to enjoy myself. If not, I didn't want to hear about it anymore. If he agreed to my conditions, which I was intentionally going to make very outrageous so that he wouldn't agree with them, I was going to fuck somebody. I didn't know who yet, but I would be getting some strange cock. If he didn't agree, we would return to our normal, vanilla love life.

That night, after we made love, I told him that I had been thinking a lot about it and I would agree to make love with another man for him, but only with a few ground rules. I got a sheet of paper that I had typed up on the computer earlier that day out of my nightstand and handed it to Jason.

Rules for Marcy to participate in Jason's fantasy

I, Marcy, agree to give you, Jason, what you have been asking me for, for me to make love with another man under the following conditions:

1.You have to do all the work to find my first new lover for me, but I have veto power. I will only have sex with men that I am attracted to. If I enjoy it, I may find other lovers on my own.

2.The first new lover that I take has to live far enough away that nobody we know will find out about it. This will be our little secret.

3.You are not allowed to see other women under any circumstances. I am only doing this for your pleasure, not so that you can reciprocate. 

4.So that I can also experience something that I fantasize about, and that you can't give me, you have to find me a man who is extremely well endowed. Note that I do mean extremely.

5.While I know that you want to watch, the first time I make love with another man, you will not be there. I will see the man privately and you will wait for me to come back to you with the proof. It will be up to me and whomever I am sleeping with if you ever get to watch. 

6.Any lover I decide to take will fuck me bareback and will cum inside my pussy, or anywhere else I decide, as many times as I want to let him, so you do need to figure out how to ensure that they are safe. Now you also know what the proof that I will bring back to you is.

7.When I bring home proof that I have made love with another man, you will thank me by cleaning it out of me, with your tongue. You will do this each and every time I bring another man's cum home for you.

8.Once I meet the man and agree to fuck him, you will not try to intervene or stop me from fucking him. If I am enjoying the experience, I will fuck my new lover for as long as and as many times as I want. 

9.If I enjoy my experience, you agree that I can take as many lovers as I want. I will always tell you when I have fucked someone else, but you will accept it. This was your idea, but once I start, it will be up to me if and when I stop.

10.The man that you find to be my first new lover will be black. 

There were spots for Jason and me both to sign underneath my ground rules.

Jason gulped as he read the paper, then was very quiet. He said he hadn't expected all this and would have to think about it. I thought I might have gone too far; he had gotten cold feet and changed his mind and we wouldn't through with it. I teased him about not wanting a big black cock stretching my pussy out and cumming inside me and told him how much fun it would be to feel a really large cock inside me. He said he had never thought I might be interested in a black man, he had envisioned someone who looked like him. I told him that I had always fantasized about it, so I might as well kill two birds with one stone. "Why would I want someone that looks like you? I've already got that. Come on Jason," I teased him, "just sign the paper and let's get started finding my new lover. I want some black cock." After a couple of minutes of teasing him he was hard again so we made love once more before falling asleep.

A couple of days later, Jason handed me the sheet of ground rules. It was signed. Oh my God, I thought, he still wants to me do it. I was sure I wouldn't have to go through with it after I had dropped the bomb on him the other night, and hadn't given it much more thought. He said that he had thought about it a lot and couldn't wait to watch me have sex with another man and see my pussy full of his cum. "I told you there is no way I can do it in front of you the first time," I said, "I will have to be alone with my new man. You should refer to the rules if you have any questions." Jason agreed, but said he hoped that I liked it, so I would do it again and maybe he could watch then. "You do remember that if I like it, I can fuck anyone I want from now on don't you? You do know that I kind of like fucking don't you?" He nodded yes.

I reminded him that it would also be a black man with an extremely large cock fucking me and cumming in my pussy. "I know", he said, "I can't stop thinking about it. I constantly think about a big black cock fucking your pretty little pussy bareback and cumming in you. I really want you to do it. I have already put some ads online looking for your lover." He got the computer and showed me several ads he had placed in cities around the country looking for an extremely well endowed black man to have casual sex with a happily married white woman. My hand was shaking as I signed my name on the paper, signing away my pussy to another man. I hoped Jason could handle it, because I fully intended to go through with it now. Even if he changed his mind I was going to fuck another man, a black man, at least once.

We got several responses over the next week. It seems there is an endless supply of black men that are willing to fuck a white wife. A lot of them seemed like creeps, but some seemed like nice guys just looking for some fun. Some of them even seemed like they did this a lot. I was surprised to see how many other ads there were looking for the same thing. I didn't realize at the time that it was becoming a whole lifestyle these days. I would be learning more about that too.

I visited my gynecologist the next day and got a prescription for birth control pills. Jason has an extremely low sperm count, so I don't worry about getting pregnant with him. 

Jason weeded through the responses and got down to 3 choices, then called me in to pick between the 3. I read through all the top picks and looked at their pictures. Jason had really done his homework; there were casual pictures of all 3 men and also pictures of their erect cocks. All 3 claimed to be well endowed, but two had sent pictures of just a cock. I wondered if it was really them, or if they had just sent a picture from the web. The other, Derek, had sent a picture of himself nude, his whole body, with his beautiful cock fully erect. He said that he was trusting us not to show or give his picture to anyone else. I know that people can create just about anything on photoshop, but I decided that you just have to have some trust if you're going to do this kind of stuff, I mean he was showing some trust in us too by sending his picture. Of course it helped that Derek also had the largest cock of all three, it looked absolutely enormous. He said it measured 11" and was 7 ½" around and from the picture, I thought he was probably telling the truth. It was my turn to gulp as I read this; I even got a tape measure out to see how big that really was.

Just as Jason expected, I picked Derek. He was an engineer, and lived in downtown Boston. He was 34 years old, quite tall, and worked out often.

Jason exchanged several messages with Derek, telling him what we were looking for and that he had to get tested for STD's and send the proof because I was insisting on fucking him bareback. Jason said Derek told him this really excited him, he just loved cumming in other men's wives. Derek sent the proof a week later and Jason gave him the phone number to a throwaway cell phone he had bought. I think he liked playing all the secret agent games, trying to keep our identity secret.

Derek called almost immediately, and they talked on phone for quite a while. Derek had done this before, had slept with a white wife with her husband's permission and it had gone very well he said. They had a great time and the three of them were still friends. The woman would still come to Boston and spend the weekend with Derek every few months, and they had even invited Derek on a cruise with them over the winter. He said he loved sharing his big cock with married white women, giving them and their husbands the fantasy they were looking for. He said the husbands enjoyed the experience too, not as much as their wives though.

Jason decided that he thought Derek sounded like the perfect choice. He gave the phone to me and told me to see what I thought of him. I talked to Derek for well over a half hour, and agreed to meet him. He sounded very nice on the phone, and was very funny. I thought he sounded like someone I would like being around, or maybe being under. I had decided that if I liked him as well in person as I did on the phone, and Derek still wanted me, I would give Jason his wish and have sex with him. After I got off the phone, I screwed Jason's brains out. My mood kept going back and forth between excitement about what I was going to do and anger at Jason for getting me into this in the first place.

The next night, Thursday night, while his cock was buried in me, Jason told me that tomorrow night it would be another man's cock fucking me. He had made arrangements for us to go to Boston for the weekend, this weekend, and made arrangements to meet Derek tomorrow afternoon at 5 at a coffee shop not far from our hotel. "You didn't waste any time," I said.

"I didn't want you to back out," he said. "I don't get the idea that you're completely on board with this idea, at least not as much as I am."

"I'm not backing out," I told him. "I can't wait to feel that big black cock inside me." Jason immediately came inside my pussy.

That is how I came to be standing there naked in a hotel room in Boston. Jason came in while I was getting ready and tried to feel my pussy, but I just pushed his hand away. "This pussy is for another man tonight," I joked, "you are just going to have to wait for your turn. I don't even know if you get another turn in my pussy after you pimped me out."

He went in the other room and pouted while I finished getting ready for my lover, putting on a new dress that I had bought just for this occasion. It was black, with a pleated skirt that stopped just above my knees. I didn't wear anything at all underneath. I had selected the dress intentionally so I wouldn't need a bra, and I went pantiless too. I had decided that I wanted to be able to get this over with as fast as possible in case I didn't like it. I would go to Derek's pace, take off my dress, and let him fuck me. If I wasn't having fun, I would put my dress on and leave afterwards. I was getting more and more pissed off that Jason had gotten me into this but I was going to go through with it to teach Jason not to push me. He was going to lick a black man's cum out of my pussy tonight just to make sure he got the point.

We had an early dinner and got to the coffee shop about 5 pm. Derek was already there. He stood to greet us, and then we all sat down. Derek was very tall, probably 6'5" and in very good shape. He looked just like the picture he had sent us online, a very attractive man, and from the size of the lump in his pants the picture of his cock was real too. He told me I was even more beautiful than my picture and he couldn't wait to get to know me better. I blushed, thinking about what he meant, how well he planned on getting to know me. We got along fine, talking and laughing for a few minutes before I stood up and said that we had better get going.

Looking hurt, Derek said "you don't have to leave already do you? I have barely had a chance to meet you."

I laughed and said "I meant it's time for you and me to leave Derek. We have an appointment to keep." Derek smiled as he stood and took my hand in his, leading me from the cafe. Several other people were there, they had to know what was going on I thought as we walked out. Jason said that he would go back to the hotel and would be looking forward to hearing from me. "We'll see about that," I said as I went out the door.

Derek and I walked the four blocks to his building hand in hand. I expected people to be staring at us, a petite white woman and a large black man holding hands, but nobody seemed to pay any attention to us. I have to admit it was kind of exciting, walking to this black man's apartment to have sex with him. I liked acting like a slut in public once in a while, and here nobody even knew me. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as we walked, but that was good, I needed to be wet to take the cock I was about to get. The breeze blowing across me as we walked reminded me that I was naked under my dress and made my pussy lips cold. That didn't worry me either; they would get warmed up soon enough.

We went straight to Derek's place, only stopping for a minute to kiss and get to know each other a little better. He had a condo on the twelfth floor of a beautiful high rise building in downtown Boston. Derek pulled me to him and kissed me while we were riding up in the elevator. He could tell I was nervous and told me not to worry, we would have a great time together and he would never hurt me. I relaxed as he stuck his tongue in my mouth and his hands under my dress. He was surprised to find my bare pussy there, all wet and ready for him. "Damn girl," he said, "you forgot your underwear!"

"I didn't forget anything," I said, lifting my skirt and showing him my pussy. "I wanted to be ready for you."

"I think I'm really going to like you," he said.

"I'm pretty sure you will," I said.

When we got to the room, Derek asked if I wanted a tour. "No," I said.

"What do you want to do," Derek asked?

"I want your cock inside me," I said while pulling my dress over my head and standing before him naked. Like I mentioned, at that time I only intended to fuck him once and I just wanted to get it over with. Derek said he liked how I thought as he led me to his king sized bed. He took off his shirt and stood in front of me, letting me open his pants. I slipped down his slacks and boxers together and his big cock sprang out and hit me in the face.




Marcy Takes a Lover



"Oh my Derek," I said, as I stared at his enormous cock. "This is unbelievable. I knew you were big, I saw the picture, but it's just huge. I've never had anything like that inside me before, I hope this doesn't hurt me." His cock was as advertised, all of 11" long and much, much thicker than Jason's, a very beautiful milk chocolate color and covered with huge veins. Its one thing seeing it in a picture, but when it's right in front of your face you have to start thinking about how the whole thing is going to fit. I was starting to worry about what it would do to me, if I would ever be the same. I didn't know it yet, but I never would be.

"Don't you worry baby," he said, "this is going to be the best night of your life. When I get done with you, that cute little white pussy of yours won't want anything but my cock." 

I sucked as much of Derek's big cock as I could get into my mouth, but it was just too big. Even the head of his cock was so thick that I could barely get my lips around it. After kissing and licking every inch of his cock and balls, I gave him one last kiss right on the slit that would soon be shooting his load into me and lay back on the bed, propping up two of his pillows so I could see my pussy. "I need that inside me Derek," I said, "please fuck me with your big beautiful black cock. Please fuck me now Derek."

Derek climbed on the bed as I spread my legs wide, opening my pussy for him as he got between them and started rubbing his cock up and down my slit. "You are just sopping wet," he told me.

"I've been waiting for this a long time," I said. He stayed up on his knees, tucking his legs underneath mine and lining his cock up at my lips. When he slipped the head inside me I gasped for air, he was so thick thought I might tear. He kept pushing, and I realized I was going to be alright. I gripped the sheets and watched as he slowly sank his cock further into my pussy. He moved in and out a little, but mostly just kept up a constant pressure, pushing further and further into me. I had welcomed many lovers into my pussy before, but nothing like this, his cock was so thick that it kind of hurt as he stretched his way into me, and he was so long that he was touching parts of me that had never been touched, changing my pussy forever. I just couldn't believe how full I felt, my pussy completely filled with cock, big black cock.

The contrast of his dark skin and my white skin was intoxicating, and the sight of his huge brown cock splitting my little pink pussy lips was more than I could stand. About the time he got the whole thing worked into me, I had my first orgasm of the night. He hadn't even started fucking yet and I had just exploded from the feeling of that wonderful cock in me. I was starting to think that this might not be as bad as I thought.

When Derek started to pull his cock out again, I said "don't move yet please, wait a minute."

"No problem baby," he said, "we can wait."

"I have to get adjusted to your cock," I said, "it's huge." I just laid there and concentrated on remembering every detail. I already didn't want to ever forget this.

After I had recovered a little, Derek started to fuck me. Moving slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to him, he stroked all the way in and out of me. I was in heaven! I had never expected it to feel this good, and now I was so thankful that Jason had talked me into it. The sensations that Derek's cock were causing in my pussy were like nothing I had ever experienced before. His big cock was battering my cervix on every stroke, pushing my insides out of the way as he fucked. I wrapped my legs around Derek's waist and tried to give him the best fuck I could. I wanted him to enjoy my pussy enough that he wanted more, because I wanted more of him. We kissed, Derek's tongue in my mouth the whole time as we quickly fucked ourselves to a tremendous orgasm. Derek sped up then plunged his cock as deep inside me as he could get it and moaned as he flooded my pussy with his seed. I exploded immediately when I felt him cumming inside me, screaming and kissing him as he pumped the remains of his orgasm into my womb.

Derek collapsed on top of me, all 250 pounds of him still balls deep inside my little 125 pound body, yet I felt safer than I ever had before. We lay still for a minute, and then kissed for a few more minutes while his cock softened inside my pussy. "Damn that felt good Marcy," he said, "I really needed to get that out of the way. My balls were just aching from needing to cum in you so bad."

Derek rolled off and lay beside me and asked "well, how was it? Do you like black cock now?" I was just laying on my back smiling, my pussy tingling and twitching as Derek's cum ran out of me. I could feel my womb spasming, like it was trying to vacuum up all his sperm before it could run out of me.

"What did you do to me Derek," I asked? "That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life. I don't know if I like all black cocks, but I sure do love yours. I've never felt anyone shoot that much cum in me before. I don't think my husband has shot that much cum into me the whole time I've known him. I'm so glad I told Jason right from the start that we would be doing this bareback and you would be cumming inside me."

"I normally am a pretty heavy cummer," he said, "but when Jason said you wanted me to cum in you bareback, I saved it up all week. I wanted to give you an extra big load of black baby juice. Like I told Jason, I just love cumming in other men's wives." 

"It's so much better fucking bareback," I said, "I still can't believe how much you shot in me, it feels like a whole cupful. Was it good for you, did you like my little white pussy, did I fuck your big black cock good?"

"You got a load of my cum in less than 10 minutes baby, you are a great fuck." I was very proud of what I had done now; returning some of the pleasure Derek had given me. I just hoped he wanted some more of my pussy, because I sure wanted more of his big cock. 

"So are you all done for the night," he asked?

I was just finally recovering enough that I could move again, but I wanted more, lots more. "I'm not if you're not," I said. "I'll take all of your cock that you'll give me, and I'll take all of your cum too."

"You got yourself a deal little lady," he said.

We kissed for a while and I held his big cock in my hand. I still couldn't believe how much pleasure it had given me. I just kept thinking of all the years I had wasted. I should have fucked the first black guy that had asked me and never stopped. I knew I wasn't going to stop now; there would be more black cocks in my future, more big cocks too. 

I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, cleaning all of our juices off it before our next round. When he was all cleaned off, I sucked hard and bobbed up and down, feeling his cock expand as I sucked him back to an erection.

When Derek was hard again, I straddled him and worked his big cock back inside me. It felt like I was sitting on a flagpole. I fucked up and down, impaled on Derek's wonderful fuckpole, all the way out and then all the way in, still amazed at how my little pussy could take so much cock. When he was all the way in me, his cock pressed hard against my cervix, I would rub my clit against him. Then I rose up all the way off him, so I could feel his enormous cockhead stretching its way through my pussy lips as he went in again. It felt so good that I once again collapsed on him from an enormous orgasm.

As I lay on top of him, Derek said "you ok baby?"

"Never been better," I said, as I kissed him, "I love your big cock so much, thank you for sharing it with me."

We kissed for a few minutes like this, then Derek rolled me over on my back and fucked me. He fucked me like I had never been fucked before. I tried to hold on to him and fuck back but he was just too powerful. He fucked so hard and for so long, and it was soooo good. I had 3 more orgasms as he fucked my little pussy senseless, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he held me tight and we came together again. Spurt after spurt of his cum shot into me again, filling my pussy and running out the sides of his cock. 

"Oh my God Derek, I'm so glad I came to see you. I just want to stay here and fuck your big black cock forever."

"You don't have to leave yet baby," he said. "We'll rest for a few minutes and then I'll give you some more."

"I don't know how much more my pussy can take. That was a pretty rough ride."

"We'll go easier next time," he said. "I just had to give you a long hard fuck at least once, show you what it's like to be completely fucked."

"It was wonderful," I said, "and I want it that way again. I just don't think I can handle it that hard every time."

"I don't think I could fuck that hard every time either," he said. "I just know that the other white wife I see once in a while likes me to dominate her sometimes, really fuck her hard."

"I loved it," I said, "it feels like I'm completely your property, like your cock is not using my pussy, it owns my pussy. You cum like a fire hose you know, way more than my husband does. I don't think he shoots enough to fill up the tube on that big dick of yours, much less shoot any into me. And when you cum, I can feel it shooting against my cervix, pumping right into my womb. It's so cool feeling you spraying inside me." 

"I don't cum that hard in everyone," he said, "only very special ladies."

We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes while his cock softened inside me. I told him I couldn't believe my pussy could take his whole cock, but now that I knew it could I would be back for more. I had decided that I fully intended to invoke rule 9. I would be racking up some frequent flyer miles going to Boston.

Derek got up, pulling his soft cock right out of my pussy. I was feeling very empty as he said "do you want a tour now?"

We walked around his condo naked. I looked around some, but mostly I just watched his beautiful cock swinging around as we walked. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me again. He showed me the guest room, a very nice living room, and a beautiful balcony with a great view of the city. Every time we stopped I would snuggle against him and play with his balls while he told me about his place. When we stopped in his big, modern kitchen, we started kissing. I fondled his cock as he started to harden again.

After a few minutes of kissing, he set me up on the island and slid his cock back into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, kissing him as he began fucking me again. He pumped his beautiful cock in and out of me, but this position just wasn't that comfortable. I didn't really care, he could have me any way he wanted as long as I got more of his cock.

After a few minutes he picked me up and carried me into the living room, still impaled on his big cock. He laid me on my back on the couch and made the slowest, most wonderful love to me, fucking for what had to be 2 hours, pumping his beautiful cock into me time after time and bringing me to too many orgasms to remember. This was what I was really here for; we took our time and really had a good fuck. His big cock felt so good in me I didn't want it to ever end. Finally, he rolled me over on my tummy and fucked me from behind until he shot another load of his sperm into my tired (but still eager) little pussy.

We rolled on our sides and slept for a little while, his cock still inside me. I woke up about midnight and remembered where I was. I just laid there for a minute and thought about how much my life had changed tonight, really over the last 6 weeks but definitely tonight. I didn't ever want to be without Derek and his big cock again, and I didn't ever want to be restricted to just one cock again. I hoped Jason was ok with it, but we were forever changed now. When I started moving, Derek's cock started to grow inside me again. I made sure to move around enough to get his cock completely hard again. "Well," I asked, "is there anywhere we haven't fucked yet?"

"Come with me," Derek said, as he led me outside to balcony. We laid down on his large chaise lounge and I straddled him and fucked until I once again collapsed from an orgasm. I felt so naughty cheating on my husband outside, for the entire world to see.

We rolled over and once again Derek made long, slow, love to me, pumping his cock into my pussy time after time and bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. He must have fucked me for a solid hour as I creamed on his big black cock and kissed him, begging for more of his big black cock. 

When he was ready, he got up and led me to the railing around the balcony. He bent me over the railing and entered my sopping wet pussy from behind and started fucking again. This time it was all for him. I watched the traffic below in the street and watched my tits bouncing around while he fucked my pussy fast and hard, not stopping until he shot another load of his juices deep inside my pussy. As he was cumming in me, I turned to look back at him and saw one of the other residents a couple of balconies down watching us. I didn't care, they didn't know me. 

He held me over the railing until he was finished pumping his cum into me, then he pulled out and I turned around and kissed him for several more minutes. I whispered to him that his neighbor was watching us and he said let's give him something to be jealous about. I kneeled down and licked his cock completely clean, kissing it and thanking him for letting me experience it. The nosy neighbor watched the whole show.

We sat back down on the chaise and kissed for a few more minutes. Making sure that I talked loud enough for the neighbor to hear, I told him I had so much cum in me it was probably going to take days for it all to run out. "Just so he knows you weren't wearing a rubber," I whispered to Derek. We kissed some more, then I thanked him loudly for the most wonderful night of sex I'd ever had but told him I had to get back to my husband. I was beginning to worry that he might not be handling this as well as I was. We went in and I got dressed, gave Derek a long kiss goodbye and took a cab back to the hotel.

It was about 2:30 in the morning when I walked into our hotel room. Jason was in bed, but he wasn't asleep. I said I needed to take a shower, and headed for the bathroom. He jumped out of bed and said "no way, I want to hear what you've been up to." I told him I didn't want him to see me this way, please let me clean up. Jason hugged me and said "everything is ok, let's get in bed and talk about it." I tried to get in bed with my dress on.

"No way," Jason said, "I want you naked." I took off my dress and got in bed, crying by this time. "I'm so sorry Jason, I shouldn't have done this." He kissed me for a few minutes, and told me everything was fine, that we had agreed on it and he had known what to expect. He told me I had never looked sexier. I told him I was worried he wouldn't be able to handle it, that he would be mad at me. He told me the only thing he was mad about is I wouldn't tell him the story or show him the goods; I was supposed to be bringing him some proof. 

I spread my legs for him and said "I've been a bad girl Jason." He looked at my cum matted pussy hair and Derek's cum leaking out of me. My pussy was still stretched wide open from Derek's big cock.

"Was it fun," he said, "did you have a good time?"

"Oh Jason, it was so good I couldn't believe it. I was only going to fuck him once, but it felt so good I just couldn't stop. I can't believe how good his big cock felt; it just felt so good in me."

"How many times did it take to shoot this much cum in there," Jason asked?

"Four times," I said, "he fucked me four times" as Jason leaned down and started licking my pussy. I pulled his mouth to me and he did just what he was supposed to, licked my pussy as clean as he could get it. Jason continued eating my pussy until I had another orgasm. 

I was very tired, but I figured that at the least I owed Jason one little fuck before we went to sleep. "Want some sloppy seconds," I said. 

"You know I do," he said as he mounted me and slid right into my pussy. "I can't believe how stretched out your pussy is," he said as he started fucking me, "he really must have been a bull."

"I told you his cock was kind of big didn't I?" I could barely even feel Jason's cock in me as he fucked for a couple of minutes before shooting his load into me, mixing it in with all of Derek's cum that was left up there. "Feel better now honey," I asked?

"Way better, I didn't think I would get to cum in you tonight," he said. "That felt great."

"Thanks so much Jason, for letting me do this. Even though it was your idea, I was the one that got to have most of the fun. You are the best husband ever."

"So you really liked that big black dick in you," he asked?

"It was soooo goooood," I said as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up around 9am, and Jason was just laying there looking at me. "You look so beautiful," he said, "I think our new hobby really agrees with you." I asked him if he was still alright, alright with what I had done last night.

"It was what we did last night honey," he said, "I was ok with it before we started, and I still am now."

We got up and brushed our teeth before making love again. My pussy was still soaking wet, mostly from Derek's cum still in me. Afterwards, Jason wanted me to tell him every detail of my time with Derek. I didn't leave out a thing, giving him a stroke by stroke recap of all four times that Derek had cum in my pussy. He loved the part about putting on a show for the neighbor. By the time I finished, Jason was hard as a rock again, so we made love another time.

"Why did you come back so early," he asked as we were lying there afterwards? "It sounds like it was going great and you know you had my ok to stay last night and tonight too. Were you getting too sore to fuck anymore?"

"No," I answered, "I could have fucked him for a week and not got sore. It felt so good I can't even describe it. Even though it's so big and it stretches my pussy so much, it feels so good that I just stayed wet the whole time. It didn't hurt that he shot so much extra lubrication in me either. I came back because I got worried that you would change your mind and you would hate me. Now that I see you're ok, I want more, but I'm afraid Derek might be mad at me for leaving."

"Give him a call if you want more," Jason said. "I'm sure he'll see you again."

"You know this has changed me," I said. "I don't think I can go back to how we were."

"I know," he said, "I don't want you to. You have never turned me on more than last night when you came home looking like you did."

"How did I look?"

"Like you got rode hard and put away wet." 

"I was pretty wet," I said.

"I know, I cleaned it up for you."

"I'm too scared to call," I said. "Will you call him for me? I need more of his cock in me; my pussy has almost shrunk back to its normal size. Please call him for me. You are supposed to do all the work finding my lovers anyhow, it's in the rules."



Marcy's Appliances



Hey all, Marcy again. You know, "The Squirter." Hah, one of the few, the proud.... the squirters! Well, I just recently experienced, "the greatest sex event of my entire life," (thus far) - and I finally found time to hack it out on this here beige beast.... the Dell from hell, the not so bored at the keyboard, hunt and pecker's, delight of delights.... my lap-top!

Of course you wouldn't know it but Paul (he's my husband, my babe) and I have cum (oh, excuse me) - come - a long way in our relationship. At least from my view point anyway. We just celebrated our 5th anniversary. Hurray! Yep, it's hard to believe but we're as happy as ever, even thinking of having children! Heavens forbid! My titties hurt just thinking about it.

But hey, let's not talk kids here - this is about my, or I should say "our," anniversary present. Some time ago Paul and I'd been talking, as we usually do, about what else? Sex! (That's with a capitol "S" and that rhymes with next and that's what I want and lot's of it - next guy in line...please! Next partner, next sexual experience.... Please, fill me up!) So anyway, (I got carried away there) - we were thinking, we're very creative you know - we were thinking about "torture." No, not unpleasant torture, not the pain that is associated with most torture - but "pleasant torture," - fun torture, erotic torture.... yes you got it, "sexual torture." Yeah, "that's it," (Bing!) we thought together, sexual torture! Sexual saturation! We wondered, hmmm? Is this even possible? Would... could a person go insane? Where and how could this be achieved or tested? Just like tickling someone until they actually hurt, could sexual torture have a negative effect? We weren't sure. For days we went wild thinking about this concept and discussing it. Devious minds do think alike.

Well, after a while we both came up with the same idea at once.

I would be the guinea pig. (Of course!) Sexual torture/saturation - for me and.... excruciating pleasure for Paul too, in that he would be observing and directing this event. But how? How to set it up? How to implement it? Who would the torturers be? How would we bring this "special sexual event" off - so I could be "taken unawares?" In other words, how could we do this so I could partake in the reality of the situation, in an entirely spontaneous way, in order to prevent this particular sexual episode from eroding into some kind of a pre-planned thing, a non-event, or a non-test? Did you all follow that? I hope so. I tell you, at the thought of this whole thing, my stomach flipped, my toes curled, my chest got hot and I just about frigging died. We finally decided, that I was only to know.... that "this would" take place.... sometime in the near future. But I wouldn't know anything about the details. I'd be clueless as to when, where and how.

I should explain here that I - and Paul too - are not and have never been into S&M. And "that's not," what we were going for here. No real pain, at least not serious pain. Not for us. Sexual pleasure was to be the key - and... it was to be unlimited, never ending, sexual pleasure - yes, it would be under restraint for sure, that in order to provide for total submission.... this was our goal. Sexual pleasure - sexual torture. If you could even call it that. Oh hell, I don't know what to call it. But we were going for it. And I was looking forward to it.

Well, I knew this much - we.... or I should say Paul, didn't really have a clue as to how to make all this happen. Until -

Paul, ever the industrious one - rented a video, a Dutch Bondage tape - down in the Village on Bleeker street. This video was produced by a club (yeah, a club that's a business too) it's located right in the Hague, in the infamous red-light district. This particular bondage club had a full video advertisement included on the tape. It showed photos of all the torture rooms and wild, sexy play things. And.... it also included the address and phone number of the club. So, "let your fingers do the walking," right? Paul called for general info and in particular, info on any possible contacts back here in the states. As you might imagine, there was a bit of a language problem but the folks at the club spoke fairly good English and adequate communications were quickly established. They were a bit reluctant to give us any names of folks here in the states, you know, tricky situation. Then Paul mentioned fees - and things changed a bit. The communications really flowed then. Money talks. Paul went into the den for some privacy. Remember, the plan was for me to "not know," the details. Ah well.... ignorance is bliss and in this unique case, it was supposed be extremely blissful.

So, I was on pins and needles when, an entire hour later, Paul emerged from the den, a huge grin on his face, a bulge in his pants (and a whopping phone bill no doubt) as he proclaimed, "baby, all you need to know is that everything's set." Wow! I got horny immediately and tried my own form of torture - on him.... trying to get Paul to tell me some of the details. He wouldn't of course but I did eventually take care of his bulge. And with that - our lives went on. Business as usual.

Weeks went by -

It was a Thursday evening. Paul was working late and told me not to expect him until after 10pm. I worked sort of late, until 6 or so. I grabbed the subway up the East Side and headed for Citterella, a most fabulous, and a bit exclusive grocery store on 3rd Avenue. I picked up some fresh veggies and an odorless piece of flounder and headed for our apartment over on 2nd. I checked the mail. I rode up the elevator - 31st floor. I left the elevator, heading down the south corridor to our apartment. And that's when things went black - or maybe I should say blank. I tell you - I don't remember a thing. All I know now is that I remember everything up to that very point, walking toward our apartment door - and also that - I evidently, never had any dinner. So much for my nice hunk of flounder.

The next thing I remember - was strange. The only thing I can explain here is that I was obviously groggy. I was coming out, and going back into of an unconscious state of mind. In and out. Floating. Not at all unpleasant, just buzzy, feeling good, feeling loose and very, very relaxed. The strange thing though was the darkness. Not pitch black, but very dark, almost completely black but slightly gray. I knew I was blinking my eyes, I could feel that - and that they were open for instance, but I didn't know if I was focussing on anything. Hell, there was nothing to focus on. It was dark all around. It's then I began to realize what this was - not some sort of a groggy dream - but my sexual saturation. Torture. It was about to begin. I'd like to tell you that a thrill of anticipation bolted through my body and blasted my groin to utter sexual wetness - but no - I was way too out of it for that - yet.

As I gained some sort of control of my senses, I attempted to move my body. I was definitely on my back, resting on something soft yet firm. I could move a bit here and there - my fingers, my wrists, my ankles and I could turn my head from side to side. I could even lift my nice, near perfect ass off "the soft thing," - a bed (?) I guessed - that I was laying face up on, but my movement was restricted - a lot.

I figured out that I was anchored, tied, bound, whatever - at my elbows and wrists, my thighs, my ankles and my neck. And I could only move my head from side to side a little bit. Then I noticed that I had a tube in my mouth - a breathing tube of sorts - a snorkel is what I thought of first. Even though I was breathing through my nostrils, I had this pacifier-like "thing," in my mouth - but I could breath easily and it was relatively comfortable. I did get a little scared when I realized that I really couldn't talk - and therefore couldn't scream. Hmmm? What the hell was I in for?

Up until this point I'd been so pleasantly out of it that I really hadn't fully realized that I'd been drugged. It just didn't occur to me. Then, I figure as I gained higher levels of consciousness, it hit me - hey, I've been drugged! At that point, even though still reeling within my head, I began to strive for control, to strive for consciousness. That's when the first - I don't know what to call it - the first blast, the first flash of stimuli hit me. Well I should say I saw it - oh, and I heard it too. But only for an instant. What the fuck was it!?! Well, above me, somehow - floating up there, was the image of a woman and a bunch of men, all beautifully naked and having wild sex. It happened so fast that I wasn't even sure I saw anything - I blinked my eyes. And like I said I thought I heard it too. That's when I realized that I had headphones on. I guess they were pretty comfortable because in my drugged state I hadn't noticed them before. Then - again! Only for a few milliseconds or so - the flash, the picture of the single woman and the many men, having sex - groans of pleasure in my ears. The audible part, the noises of group sex, seemed to linger in my ears longer than the image hovered above in my sight. The sounds would eventually die down until I heard nothing and was left in near total darkness, and silence once again. This repeated itself for I don't know how long. Like I've indicated, I was still a bit buzzed. But the beginnings of sexual feelings began to build within me. I wasn't hurting let me tell you.

Oh yeah - smell! I could smell. Incense(?) or something much like it.

And with that aromatic excuse, I'll take this opportunity to tell you something I didn't know at the time. Something I could'nt've known, until Paul told me - the next day following this wild experience of a lifetime. Remember, I'd figured I was drugged - well here's the cocktail - the sex cocktail that is. I learned that I had initially been rendered unconscious with Phenobarbital, just enough to make me pass out and stay out cold for as long as it took for them (but who?) to strip me and rig me up like they did. That explained the memory loss - hell what memory(?) - I was out cold. While I was out I was IV'd. A local anesthetic was applied to my left arm, the entrance of the IV, so I wouldn't feel the least bit of pain in that area. Heck, in my immobile position I could not've even known that I had a catheter in my arm. In the IV solution was a mixture composed of glucose primarily but powdered and mixed in with it - were six 25 milligram tabs of Viagra (hey, Paul says it works on women too and after this I believe him), one Valium, two tabs of Ecstasy (the euphoric street drug X) and two full ounces (Paul assures me of this) of my favorite Tequila, Heradura Gold. The IV was rigged to drip into my bloodstream very slowly. Also a cream, a hand made sex cream consisting of Sex-glide gel, ground up Viagra, a little cocaine and some kind of hot sex gel had been dabbed upon my clit and nipples. And that smell? The incense? The reason for this lengthy explanation? It was incense alright - but - burning alongside it was a two ounce chunk of Nepalese dark brown hashish. I tell ya - Paul (or whoever helped him plan this thing) went all out.

So guess what? By this time, my guess would be (but I really hadn't a clue) fifteen minutes or so since I first blinked/blanked to some sort of groggy state of coherent consciousness, I was beginning to feel very, very - ultra very - relaxed, tingly and exclusively horny. Don't forget I kept getting those audio/video porno flashes every now and then. And they seemed to be getting longer in duration. No, they didn't seem to be, they were getting longer in duration. They were definitely images of a woman, a very beautiful white woman, in some kind of total sexual abandon, cavorting in every orifice she had, with at least six men - gorgeous hunks of men - of varied colors, shapes and sizes. All moving and moaning and cumming and fucking. The images made me think of our relatively recent adventure, this past spring, the orgy Paul and I had at the swingers club in Florida. I was flashing back to it in a pleasant way, feeling good, feeling hornier and hornier, not even thinking about this "new deal," this sexual torture thing, that I was only guessing, I was going through right now - when I felt the touch of a human. Yipes!!! The lips of a human!!! A person!!! A person I couldn't see. A person I couldn't smell. A person who's sex, male or female was indeterminable. A person who was kissing and licking my feet of all things - god(!) and I was fucking reeling.

I tried to turn my head in order to see my assailant. But was I really being assailed? Maybe I should consider this person to be my lover. Maybe it was Paul. No I decided, it couldn't be Paul, it didn't feel like him. This person was soft, softer than Paul. I thought that it must be a woman. And as the lips kissing me moved over my left leg and began to provide the same stimulation on my right leg, I decided that this person, or at this point I was hoping, "these persons," - were my fuckers, my pleasure providers, my slaves. Yes, they were my slaves.

That may seem funny to most of you. Here I was tied up, unable to move. I was gagged and could not talk, question or scream. I was drugged and blissfully, sexually, delirious. I was being stimulated by electronic pornographic images and now I was being stimulated via physical means by a completely unknown person or persons - and I felt in control. Yes, they were my slaves, my sex slaves, doing my sexual bidding. That's right. That's just how I felt. Why? Because "I had asked for this," first of all - and secondly, I was getting hornier than fucking hell. And thirdly I knew this was Paul's doing. I felt safe and secure. And if my slaves didn't do their best and get me off like I so desired and desperately needed - well, I'd have been pissed.

But this was only the beginning.

So, let's re-establish this picture - once and for all. There I was, all of my 26 years, 5'6" super tight bodied womanly frame, light haired, Irish Spring looking, beautiful self. Nude and rigged up on some kind of a bed, on my back, nearly completely bound, with my legs up in the air and spread-eagled in some sort of stirrups. My beautiful ass wasn't flat on the bed either, it had some sort of soft pillow under it, lifting it, so I was kind of on an angle - ass up, head back and down. My arms were bound, out to my sides and my head was more or less locked, preventing it from moving too far, side to side. I had some sort of gag in my mouth preventing me from loud verbal excursions. The room was almost black-dark except for the flickering of the hovering porno images. Someone, or "something," was licking my feet, my toes, my calves and climbing higher toward my thighs. And, I was flying like a kite on wild drugs of some kind. I knew what was happening but I knew no real details. And I really felt fucking good - really fucking good.

No, I didn't know where I was but - I was thrilled, relaxed, comfortable and feeling no pain - above all else I was super horny and getting hornier. I was not afraid...... The mouth, the tongue - moved further up my leg.

Very soon, with my mind spinning sexual images from every part of my brain, I noticed that the porno movie and accompanying sound was continually on, it bathed me in the blue light of a TV tube - it didn't flicker subliminal messages any longer - it hammered them home. I watched in amazement as the beautiful young woman sucked on two massive cocks at once, this while she sat up and down hard on a third big dick. Men around her were standing, stroking their fat hard-ons and waiting their turn. As I watched I so wanted to be her, be in her place. And again I felt the faceless mouth moving wetly up my leg - it felt wonderful. Then, I felt another presence - a hand. It stroked my arm. I tried to turn my head to see if I could tell who or what it might come from - but I could see nothing - I just felt the warm touch of gentle fingers on my upper left arm. Then another, on my right side, another hand. I turned my head as far to the right as I could but nothing - I saw only darkness. Then down there, at my thighs, nearer my pussy (which I'm sure was soaking by now) I felt even more hands, kneading my thighs, massaging my legs. I wasn't so far gone that I couldn't figure out that I now had six hands massaging my aching, sex mad body in various places. And that mouth too. Whoops - another mouth! Sucking the fingers of my left hand. Then more hands! "Oh my god!" I muttered. I was beginning to loose track. I was getting a foot massage - and a scalp massage too. Now, hands everywhere - on my bare breasts, brushing my slick pussy lips, fingers on my lips (I sucked them in my mouth), hands under my ass, hands massaging my thighs and stomach. Hands and mouths everywhere! I was loosing track.

Yes, I could now see these alien hands and arms as the came into my limited line of sight. Some were those of men, some were those of women. But when I tried to look up, beyond the arms, to see who they might be attached to - I still saw only shadows in the dark. I then felt the unmistakable feel of a penis brush into my right hand, and then one in my left hand - I eagerly stroked them. They felt wonderful. Then multiple fingers entered my vagina. How many I could not tell. As I had assumed, they slipped into me easily, my lubrication flowed. All the while I watched the beautiful woman on the TV screen fucking and sucking wildly - making one man cum to orgasm after another - leaving her shining with slick jism. Her ample breasts dripped cum, strands strung from her large brown nipples. My heart pounded and my own breath heaved - I was loosing it, I was beginning to surrender, I was beginning to cum. I knew I was moaning, and loudly too but the device in my mouth muted me, it muffled my cries into nothingness. I'm sure they were audible to those whose hands stroked my body but not to anyone else outside a distance of a few feet. But at this point I really didn't care. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum big time. And I didn't give a fuck about being gagged or not. I began to feel pressure within my vagina - and if felt extraordinarily good. I tried with all my might to cock my head downward - to try and see what was happening down there. I successfully did this and what I was amazed me - an entire hand, a male hand, all four fingers and a thumb were invading my love hole. The pressure, the pleasure was so intense I thought I might explode in an infinite orgasm. It was painful to look down like this but I was mesmerized. Slowly the hand worked its way further into me. I rocked my head back and forth, left to right, up to watch the video in which I was so enthralled and then down again to see the hand sinking deeper into my wet pussy - slick with my own fluids. I then uncontrollably began to buck. Just a little at first and then compulsively faster. The explosion of my tortured sex was beginning to rack me. Tingles, millions of tingles started to wave throughout my body. My hardened nipples ached with pleasure. The center of my chest burned with pleasure. My thighs, my anus - up to my lips, my neck - hell even my toes readied for the ultimate sexual explosion. But nothing concentrated my sexual thoughts and my physical feelings - like my blood gorged pussy. It was absolutely freaking out. I bucked and bucked. My legs flailing wildly and my ass humping up into the hand rammed into my cunt. I was cumming and throwing love juice everywhere. I watched as the hand that was fucking me became bathed in my fuck juice - slick and glistening - plunging in and out of me. I came and I came and I came. Even though restrained my ass was lifting a good foot off the table or bed - whatever the fuck I was laying on. My stifled groans only echoing within my own head. I could not seem to stop. I didn't want to stop.




Marcy's Appliances



Yet my sexual torture had only just begun.

Finally, with lingering guttural groans of draining ecstasy, my orgasm subsided. I felt completely used up. Completely limp. Yet "the hands" continued to stroke my body. At this point of course I didn't care who or what, they belonged to - it just didn't matter. I suddenly realized but with little care - that I "in fact," was not in control. Yes, I could kid myself into believing that "these were my slaves - to do my bidding," but alas they were not, I was fooling myself - they were here to torture me. But so far, what a wonderful torture it had been.

As I lay there in my blissful sexual stupor and as the faceless hands continued to work there now more subtle magic, I became increasingly aware of what was happening to me. You see my initial stimulation had been quite cloaked beneath the layers of various stimuli that surrounded and engulfed me. Maybe I was getting used to it, the stimuli. Maybe some of it was wearing off. Maybe that first earth shattering orgasm had cleared my thoughts - I don't know. All I know is that I sensed an increased mental awareness, an increased sense of my surroundings. I even thought I could see more, as if there were more light somehow. Maybe it was that my eyes were growing more accustomed to the darkness. Yes, the video image above my reclined position was still there but a different scene was now taking place. Now a young blonde woman, a bound blonde woman, a secured blonde woman - a woman who I suspected looked very much to be in the exact same position I now found myself in - was projected before me. Except for the fact that she was masked and that I could see her torturers, I felt that we were in very similar secured positions. In her case, she appeared to be in what looked like a large reclining chair. I had not thought about it until now but I wondered - was I in such a chair? I couldn't see enough to establish that fact but I noticed that the hardware - the buckles and straps that I could see which bound me - the ones around my forearms and wrists - appeared to be very much like the ones on the video. Yes, I began to think that maybe I was in that same chair I was seeing on the video before me. Wow! Holy Shit!

Excitement began once again to build inside of me. Oh the titillation. I watched fascinated as the masked girl in the sex chair was surrounded my both men and women - doing things to her. I drank in the feel of my uncontrollable situation. I watched the video as "the torturers," if that's what I must call them, broke out a bunch of sex toys of all types and began using them on the girl all over her body. Wow. That's exactly when I noticed something, a sound - not in the head phones held fast to my ears and not loud but - just there. A humming. A buzzing. A vibrator. No, many vibrators.

I strained my head forward, then from side to side, trying to gain a better angle so I could see more - but to no avail. All I could see is just what I had seen before - a little left and right, and down my body from my chin - the rest, all around me was darkness. I then felt them - I felt the tingle. I felt it all over - my arms, legs, thighs, tits, stomach - just about everywhere. I of course wondered if my torturers were mimicking the exact scenario I was seeing on the projected TV screen above me. It seemed like that may have been what was happening to me. But what the hell - it looked good to me - it all looked good to me.

The vibrators and hands were really beginning the work their magic. I began bubbling back toward some kind of fevered sexual arousal. The "victim" displayed on the video before me began to writhe, as did I. My pussy began to overflow. I felt my own wetness ooze out of me, gravity pulling the lubrication down the crack of my ass. I felt a probing vibrator there - applying pressure - trying to enter my tight asshole. Another seemingly bigger and more powerful vibrator began to buzz its way over my now throbbing clit. I took my eyes away from the TV screen where the beautiful blonde torture victim was beginning to thrash and moan. And yes, I could see the operational hands working me over. But they seemed intermingled, male and female, I could not tell which was which. They were holding and directing the sex tools, the buzzing dildos, over my major erogenous zones and that's when I saw it - yes it! The biggest fucking black dildo I'd ever seen. The hands directed it toward my swollen, overly wet pussy lips. I watched as the fat head of the black dildo pushed aside my pussy lips and began to enter me. All the while the two other dildos worked me over - one now just inside my ass and the other seeming to hammer on my clit. I was too quickly going over the edge - I groaned through my gag and tears began to puddle in the corners of my eyes. The fat black dildo was deep inside me now and moving - back and forth, in and out. I strained for control. But I so I didn't want to give in too fast, the last orgasm had racked me so quickly and thoroughly that I felt if I had another - I might pass out. Then just as I was really fighting for control - it happened.

That's when I felt it - that "certain, satin smoothness of skin," that all sexy women know by heart - it was that oh so soft skin, surrounding a blood engorged, hard cock - the cock of a man of course, the cock of a very horney, very live man. I felt it, casually languishing on the back of my right hand. Then I felt another cock on the thumb of my left hand. I twisted my wrists, I wiggled my fingers, trying to grasp this fleshy hard man meat presenting itself to me - in stereo. Man meat, I now so craved it. Yes, I did it, or more likely the owners of these stiff proud beasts allowed me to - to grasp them. Even though my movement was limited - I found that I could get a good three inch stroke going on each of the cocks. I felt the slickness of pre-cum on the heads of both. They - the men, the owners of these flesh appendages, began to fuck my hands - making it easier for me to feel their entire delicious lengths.

And still - the buzzing dildos continued to do their work on me. The huge black one still probing it's way into me - deeper still. And the hands, still managing me, making me tingle all over. The movie too, still flickering above me. I was lost, given away to the sophisticated rawness of it all. But - not so lost that I still didn't harbor an ember of control. They - the faceless and nearly bodiless "they" - they must have sensed this. I figured that the addition of the two, live, human-born, fleshy dicks was their first attempt to push me over the edge - to break me - to send me into orgasm. And they felt wonderful for sure - it, no I - felt sinfully wonderful. But I wasn't ready to break - no, I wasn't ready to cum - not yet. I held fast. But I held fast in a dreamy state of plateaued sexual euphoria - something I had never experienced before, something I didn't know was possible. Let me tell you, it was great, and no, I didn't want it to end. But, I also didn't want to give in to the enormous flood and eventual sexual explosion that I knew awaited me - not yet. I continued - I hold fast. I was floating.

Then, very suddenly, the large black dildo in my pussy withdrew, it was gone - I felt empty. I looked down at my crotch but that is all that I saw. My pussy, my thighs, in the light and darkness beyond. I still had no idea where I might be. Then out of the darkness between my legs appeared a familiar contraption - a machine - the ultimate sex machine - it was a Sybian Saddle. But this one was uniquely configured. I was familiar with Sybian Saddles Paul and I had owned one for years. But this one was mounted vertically on what appeared to be an adjustable telescoping poll, and it was on wheels - it was rolling toward me, rolling toward my pussy! The attached dildo a spear aimed at my privates. The large rubber phallus was unique too - double headed - oh yes (!!!!) I thought, anal intrusion. Then I thought, "oh no," I'll never be able to maintain control with this kind of stimulation. Never!!! The larger, upper most protrusion began to enter me, a clear lubricant seemed to drop from the sky onto my pussy, a black rubber gloved hand smoothed the lubricant around and into me and then began to help guide the double dildo into my pussy and waiting ass. Slowly, both fleshy colored rubber dicks disappeared from my strained view. I let my head fall back with a moan as they entered me and began to fantasize about what might be next but I knew - "they," whoever they were - would turn on the magic machine that now was impaled into my glistening sex holes. I knew too that once they did that - that it was the beginning of the end. The hands returned. My nirvana-like, sexual mind float, my torture - continued.

Then I felt the first vibrations from the Sybian. Very subtle at first. This is the way all good Sybian Saddle rides start - slowly. Then hands, now all clad in black latex gloves and glistening with love lubricant, continued to work their magic as the speed of the sex machine increased. I began to moan aloud and move my hips - straining a bit to get more of the Sybian-driven dildos further into me. The speed of the vibration and the swirl of the large dildo in my pussy was now very evident. My nipples were hard and erect, my back was beginning to arch - I was really beginning to loose myself when I felt one of my wrist straps loosen, then the other one. "They," were freeing my hands - why? Then no sooner than my hands had sprung free - I felt my neck harness give way - it seemed like, all of a sudden, they were freeing me. But why?

I soon found out - as I propped myself up on my elbows the two luscious male members who I'd held in my hands mere minutes before, moved back into the light, in toward my body. Hard as rocks they were. I leaned forward a bit further, essentially sitting, smiling I grabbed both hard cocks, one in each hand, I bent toward the left one and devoured the entire shaft in one gulp, moaning as I went down to his pubic hairs. Then up, over and back down on the other beautiful prick, my saliva flinging in the air with the twist of my upper body. They continued to stroke my hard nipples with their well lubricated latex gloves and of course, the Sybian's vibration began to take me to even higher levels of sexual bliss. I humped at it and sucked at my two human cocks - I couldn't last much longer. Not like this.

I was now in full, sexually driven, wild beast mode - my moans were turning raspy and sounded rough - much like a growl. Then, as I was jacking both my handsome pricks and as I pulled them closer together so I could possibly attempt to get both of them into my mouth at once - I noticed that the room lighting was somehow, less dark. It was a slow fade up - to increased brightness. I really didn't care much - hell no - now having successfully gotten both hard, live, pricks to my mouth. But as I growled and stammered something about loving to suck two cocks at once - I began to notice things - to see things. Things that were in the dark and invisible before - now becoming visible. I could now see the faces of "my men," my two live dicks - but they weren't faces at all, because they were masked. Masked in black latex hoods. Fuck'em I thought and that's just what I hoped they would eventually do to me. Ahhhhhhh!!!! I was lost.

As the speed of the Sybian monster went into warp overdrive - "it" reaming my pussy and asshole with blinding vibrations and G-spot swirls - I began to rove my eyes around the room. There in the dim light I saw others - male and female - all in various sexual costumes of latex and leather - maybe ten others in all - all hooded - except one! Paul!!!! My god I could not believe what I was witnessing. My eyes went wide and the twin dicks fell from my open mouth.

There was Paul bent forward over some kind of padded high-stool. A woman with some kind of absolutely beautiful body, with long red hair cascading out from under a red leather hood, was reaming his ass with a large, shiny pink, vibrator. Another woman, equally beautiful but dark haired, was kneeling in front of Paul's face and get this - giving another hunk of a well endowed male an excellently liquid, saliva laden, blow job. This literally two inches from Paul's face. And he was loving it!!! He looked over at me. He smiled, winked and then groaned as the pink vibrator slid deep into his ass. The red head was now reaching around and stroking his cock, jacking him off. Man(!) this set me the fuck off.

I hunkered down onto the now super vibrating and spinning Syb. I grabbed my two big cocks and deep throated each in turn. My eyes glued to Paul and his escapades across the room. The sexually fevered pitch in that room was nearing its pinnacle. I heard the big stud in front of Paul, the one getting the fantastic blow job moan out loud that he was going to cum. Then bang! Wads of chiz began spraying from the end of his big dick. The hooded dark beauty aimed that big spraying dick right at my husbands face - hosing it with fresh sex cream. She then began to lick his face clean. This sent Paul off - he began to groan and as the beautiful red head jacked hard on his big cock - Wham!!! He unleashed his seed into her waiting hand. Then she put it to her mouth and drank the love juice from her red gloved palm.

Me? I hurled over the sexual edge - I exploded and kept on exploding - my two gorgeous hunk cocks exploded at once. I had love cream all over my face and tits. My pussy and ass, hammered by the pulsing Sybian, contracted and expanded, sending jets of my pussy water everywhere. I rocked on my haunches - cumming and cumming - wave after wave. I sucked my cum glistened cocks as I came over and over again. I was caught up in the midst of a huge, long, multiple orgasm - not only driven by the atmosphere in which I now reveled, but by the never tiring mechanism of the Sybian sex monster buried deep in my two sex holes.

Eventually, I passed out. I still, to this day, don't know how long my series of orgasms lasted. It doesn't matter really. Why? Because this was not the end of my sexual torture, not by the least. Yes, I had lost track of time, so I can't tell you exactly the relativity what time it actually was, not here in this part of my story - I only know now, as I knew then - that this was - just the beginning. The beginning of my sexual torture.

More to cum - Marcy the Squirter.





Marcy's Playground Pt. 01



 This story won third place in the Summer Lovin' 2014 contest. 

It builds with more and more of all the good stuff, and has some twists and surprises along the way, so hang in there; it's worth it.

I had no intention of writing a sequel, but as always, when people email me, I listen.

ALL CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS ARE OVER 18.

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Copyright © belongs to MJ Roberts, 2014. All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce without permission from the author.  





Marcy's Playground Pt. 02



ALL CHARACTERS IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS ARE OVER 18.

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Copyright © belongs to MJ Roberts, 2014. All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce without permission from the author. 





Marcy's Playground Pt. 02



He tilted his head back and groaned. "You're killing me."

I looked up at him and smiled.

He looked down at me. I couldn't tell if the expression was big desire or the need to hold back.

"Whatever you want, baby." He paused for a second. "Although I have a different idea. How about we sleep together tonight. Just sleep."

I pulled away from him. "What? I can't even get, you know, from a guy who goes to a sex club?"

He smiled, probably because I couldn't even say it.

"I didn't say I didn't want to, Marcy. Trust me, I want to. I really want to. But I'm trying to build something here."

I harumphed. I didn't get it.

Jean-Luc held my chin and tilted my face up. He bent down and gently brushed his lips against mine. "I want to rush too, baby. But I'm trying to build something precious. Really special."

"Why?"

"Ahhh..."

He seemed like he wasn't expecting that question. 

"Marcy, everyone's first time should be special. But it's not just that. When I, when Evan, when I...I mean when you. Fuck." Jean-Luc ran his hands through his hair. "When we started this, I wanted to have sex with you. Now I want more than that. A lot more than that. It's...I mean...I..." Jean-Luc ran the pads of his fingers down my cheek and over my chin. "I just want it to be special."

I opened my arms to gesture around me. "Isn't this special?"

"No, I mean really special." He kissed the tip of my nose for a second.

Then he ran his hands through his hair again. I'd never seen him flustered before.

He turned around so his back was to me for a second, and then he turned around and faced me again. "Marcy, do you want to go out with me?"

I blinked. 

"You mean like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked. 

He smiled. "Yes."

"I thought you were too sophisticated for that," I said.

"Not about you."

I ducked my head, and bit my lip, and tried not to smile.

"Does that mean that you won't go to Melody's anymore?" I asked.

"I won't go to Melody's if you don't want me to go," he said.

I shrugged.

"I won't go," he said.

I didn't know what to think.

"Baby, we started this because I was convenient."

"No!" I said.

Jean-Luc came close to me. "Yes. Evan wanted to be with you, and he thought it would be easier if you were with me first."

I shuddered.

"Easier for you, mentally," Jean-Luc said. "Because he's married."

I buried my face in his chest.

"This is complicated," I said.

"Not really, my sweet baby," he said. "We started this ... well, part of the reason you started it, I guess. God, I'm fucking this up. What I'm trying to say..." He ran his hands through his hair, obviously exasperated. "It seems like you've been focused, maybe because you had a physical goal. Now I'm asking you if you'd like to change it, add an emotional goal.

"I'm not saying this right. I liked you from the start. I like you more and more each day. I didn't think I was a romantic before I met you. Now I do. That's why."

"So you don't want to fuck me because you like me?"

He laughed. "Sort of. Not exactly. You didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

Jean-Luc paused for second, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Do you want to go out with me? Be my girlfriend?"

I nodded. 

"Then how about you curl up in my arms tonight? And we'll spend the summer getting to know each other."

I wasn't sure what to say. "I'll never lose my virginity!" is what came out.

He smiled. "I promise, being an 100-year-old virgin is not something that's going to happen to you."

"Well, I guess if you promise," I drew the words out, "then I guess I can be your girlfriend. You know, like, on a trial basis. If you promise to put out."

I noticed the music again. It was Sweetest Thing. U2. Bono has a recognizable voice.

"Are you ready to go to sleep?"

I nodded. "I didn't pack a toothbrush," I said.

"I have an extra," he said.

I put my hand over my face and shook my head. "My boyfriend is a player."

"No. I just buy my toothbrushes in a three-pack because it's cheaper. Works out good for you, or you'd be brushing your teeth with your finger."

I smiled at him. "Kiss me?" I asked.

"Any time, Lafferty."

The kiss started out slowly. He explored my mouth, and let me explore his. He pressed me closer to him, and the kiss exploded, suddenly brutal and hot. I felt his erection spring up between us. He broke off the kiss.

"Aaaaaand, that's when it's time to take a break," he said.

His jocular words were in direct contrast to his pained expression.

I pouted.

"Puppy dog eyes don't work on me, Lafferty. If you think I don't want to throw you down on the floor? Oh, how wrong you are. I'm trying to be a gentleman here. Don't tempt me."

It's wrong to do the end zone dance when he says something like that, isn't it?

I remembered seeing reruns of an old cartoon show with human-like tigers and cats. One stood on top of a rock and raised a sword and yelled, 'I have the power!' I knew how he felt. Great.

Jean-Luc led me into his bedroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a grey Hoosiers t-shirt. "This should work as night-shirt for you."

"It will probably come down to my knees," I said.

"And sexy knees they are."

He grabbed a pair of blue boxers. "I'll go change in the bathroom. Give a yell when you're ready."

Brushing teeth side by side with him was a new and strangely intimate experience. 

His bed was harder than mine, and I liked it. He spooned me up into him, like he did at the hotel. It was really nice.

"Lafferty?" he asked, after we had settled down.

"What?"

"Thanks for giving me a chance."

"Are you kidding me? You're a sex god with..." I shut up.

He laughed. "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth and to live up to my girlfriend's expectations," he said.

"It's July," I said. 

"Yeah," he said softly. "The best July ever." He moved my hair out of the way and kissed my neck. "Are you tired?"

"If that's your way of asking 'Are you too sleepy for sex?' Then hell no. If you really mean, 'Are you tired?' Then yes."

Jean-Luc kissed me where my neck met the back of my ear.

"Sleep well, baby," he said.

"You too."

What a roller coaster. I could hardly believe it! I'd have to start keeping a diary or something. Fooling around with a super hot guy was one thing, but having a hottie for a boyfriend? Holy crack bubbles.

I thought about sexy love songs, searing kisses, the irony of having a boyfriend who wants to take it slow, talking raccoons, and then I was asleep.

*

I woke up feeling really horny. Is that normal? 

I had my face sort of tucked in Jean-Luc's armpit. Is that why I felt like boiling cauldron of lust?

I quietly slid out of bed and went to the bathroom. I came back and stared at Jean-Luc. His hair was matted every which way over his forehead, like someone had styled it with a weed whacker and a blender. He had one hand tucked under his chin. His mouth was slightly opened.

He looked gorgeous.

I took off my nightshirt and slid on top of him.

"Hhmm?" he said.

"Yeah, mmmmnn," I said.

His eyes fluttered open and closed. Sleepy. I rubbed my hips against his erection.

"I'm having a really nice dream," he said.

"Oh?" I rubbed against him again.

"Yeah," he said. "It's called deja vu."

I laughed. Slid my hands up and down his chest.

"Can I rest some more, Lafferty? It's the weekend."

"Ut-uh. Apparently I wake up horny."

"Oh, well then," he said. And his eyelids popped wide open. He rolled me over quickly. Then he was on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to either side of my head on the bed. Then he ground his erection into me. "We'll have to do something about that."

I laughed. "Yeah, Professor. Teach me."

"You gonna wear a sexy school girl outfit and work for an A?"

I laughed again. "If that's what you want."

"Nope. I like you this way just fine."

Jean-Luc kissed me quickly on the lips. He kissed down my jaw, playfully nipping and biting. He sucked on my neck. I thought he was going to give me a hickey, when I felt the rough suction on the skin, but he didn't. He soothed the spot he had tortured and moved on. He blew a raspberry in the skin near my armpit.

Then Jean-Luc licked into the notch where my collarbones met, as if he were drinking from the purest water and he was dying of thirst. Famished. Starved. Ravenous. 

He looked up at me and his expression was dark, needy.

He was panting.

"Ready for more, baby?"

Oh yeah. I nodded.

He brushed his lips over the tops of my breasts, barely touching me. He licked down the valley between my breasts, lavishing, laving, loving, but still the lightest of caresses. I arched up into him.

"Like that?"

"Mm-hmm."

"More?"

"Yes, please."

"So polite."

He took one nipple into my mouth and sucked, and I screamed. He stopped.

"Too hard?"

"Maybe, I don't know. Too intense. Like stars breaking everywhere."

He smiled at me.

"Poor baby," he said sarcastically.

He kissed the other nipple, and flicked his tongue across it.

"Jean-Luc!" I yelled.

"That's J.L. to you, baby," he said. 

He went back to kissing one nipple and rolled the other between his fingers. Oh my God. I was soaking, shaking. Can a girl come this way?

I reached for his cock, but my arms were too short.

I needed to touch him.

"Stop," I said.

He stopped immediately and looked at me. "Sensitive?" he asked.

"Yes, no, yes. I don't know."

He smiled at me. "Well that's clear."

"I need to touch you. I need to touch you right now."

"You are touching me."

"I need to touch you...down there."

"Say it, Marcy."

My cheeks burned.

"Say it."

"I'd like to touch your penis," I whispered.

He laughed softly. "Noooooo," he drew out the word.

Ut-oh.

I put my hand over my eyes for a second, flooded with nerves. 

I peeked out through my fingers; Jean-Luc was waiting.

I took a deep breath. I could do this.

"I want your cock," I said. "Let me do what I did yesterday morning."

He rolled off me, quickly. "Okay, if you insist."

"I need the practice."

"It's in the way that you use it," he sang. I didn't know the song. "So don't ever abuse it. Don't let go-oh-oh."

"Want me to use it?" I asked.

He looked at me from under lids that were half-mast with a gaze that could ignite a forest fire. "Yeah," he said.

"Say it."

He cracked up. "You're a quick study, Lafferty."

"I'm learning from the best."

"Aw," he said sweetly, and then he licked his lips and the fire detonated again. "Put that small, soft hand on my dick. Let me show you how to jerk me off." He reached up and put a hand in my hair. "I want that hot mouth over the head of my cock. Blow me."

I laughed. "You're a perv."

"You think that's perv? Oh... just wait until you hear the things I want to do to you."

I shivered.

He took my hand. "You want it? Take it."

I hovered right above his erection. It bounced a little, literally quivering.

"He looks like he's excited," I said.

"Naw. He's just doing push-ups. Keeping in shape for you. In case you need him as a prop for your learning."

Still, I hesitated.

"Formidable." I said the only word that came to mind.

"You think so, baby? Wait until you touch it."

I've done this before; I can do it again. I reached that last little bit and stroked the underside.

"So soft," I whispered.

"Not what you're supposed to say when you're touching a guy's dick," he said. But he obviously didn't mind.

"And so hard," I said.

"That's better."

I ran one finger up and down the underside. Dicks are really weird.

I looked at Jean-Luc's face. Patient.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.

He reached out and touched one of my nipples, lightly rubbing across the bud until it popped out again. 

"Yeah," he said.

I arched into his hand. Was he saying what I was doing to him felt as good as what he was doing to me? Because it was making me feel wonderful everywhere. It was breathtaking, incredible, magical, that he could just reach out and touch me, with such a sure hand, and drive me crazy.

I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft, marveling at how small and white my hand seemed against the fierce, strong length of him.

"Harder," he whispered.

I squeezed my hand a little harder, and began to stroke up and down the way he taught me.

He moaned.

A wonderful, warm, liquid feeling started in my chest and filled up my whole torso.

Victory.

I pumped faster and faster, and his cock felt like a caged monster, independent of both of us, yet connected to both of us, ferocious, powerful, and alive.

I looked at him. He was gritting his teeth and looking at me like I was the most fantastic girl in the world.

Up and down, up and down.

I fell into a nice, beating rhythm.

I leaned over and very tentatively licked the interesting looking part just under the head. He arched up off the mattress.

And it seemed perfect. The world was perfect.

His words were ground out, strained. "Stop, baby, stop. Or I won't last."

I stopped. He rolled on top of me. He kissed me. If our kisses before were great, this one was positively galaxy moving.

"What do you want now, pretty baby?" he asked when he came up for air.

"I want to do it," I said quietly. "I want you inside me."

He looked concerned. "You sure?"

"So sure."

Still he waited a second. I thought maybe he would reject me.

"Please J.L. I need you."

"Okay," he said softly. He reached over into the bedside table, and the twist of the movement pushed the weight of his pelvis further down on top of me.

He rolled off me, ripped open the condom with his teeth, and quickly rolled it down over himself. Well that was interesting.

He rolled back on top of me.

"Do we need a towel under me?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I don't care about the sheets, I don't want to get up and leave you. Not even for a second."

I smiled up at him.

"You can still change your mind, you know," he said. 

I shook my head.

"Bend your knees, sweet star, I think it will be easier."

I did.

I expected him to surge into me in one violent thrust, but he didn't. Not even close.

Instead he cradled my head and cuddled it into his neck.

"Baby," he said. "Baby, baby, baby, baby. This is a precious gift you're giving me. Don't think I don't know it. I know it." His voice turned reverent. "I'm honored."

"I'm not giving you a gift. You're giving me one. You're doing all the work."

He laughed, one loud burst. He shook his head slightly, I felt it against the top of mine. I kissed his neck.

"Are you stalling? Worried?" I asked.

"No," he said. But I couldn't tell if that was really a yes.

I tensed, waiting.

He took my hand, and with both of our hands together, reached between us and put our hands on his cock.

Oh God. Here it comes. I've heard this can really hurt.

But he didn't put his cock to my opening. Instead he rubbed the top of his cock higher, making tiny circles until he found the bud, and I arched off the mattress.

"That's it, sweet baby," he said in a breathy voice.

He kept doing it until he drove me crazy.

I started to shake.

"That's it, baby, a little more."

My toes started burning. With pins and needles like I was losing all sensation.

"J.L.!" I yelled.

He moved his hand, and I felt the tip of the head slide easily into the pool of my slickness, and I prepared for the huge rip. My whole body tensed up and contracted.

"Easy, baby. Easy. Breathe for me."

I took a deep breath. Then another one. I wasn't sure it was helping.

"Grab onto my shoulders, sweetheart. Grab, really, really hard."

I did.

"Harder," he said. "Hurt me."

I clawed the top of his shoulders, digging my nails in as hard as he could.

Jean-Luc pushed in another inch, very slowly, completely controlled. 

I squeezed even harder, starting to panic. I scrunched my eyes shut.

"Look at me, honey."

I did.

"Next time will be better. I promise. Relax for me."

I tried.

He pushed in another inch.

No rip.

He held there, letting my body adjust.

I squeezed around him, and he groaned.

"You're so beautiful, Marcy. So perfect. So fucking, incredibly tight."

He slid in a tiny bit more, and I felt a soft giving, a total opening, an acceptance.

I looked at him in wonder.

He pushed slowly, more, and then he was completely inside of me. I was filled with a feeling of strange fullness. It felt good. Weird, but good.

"There was no rip," I said, bewildered.

"Sometimes that happens," he said. "It just bends, gives, agrees, and then dissolves."

"Weird," I said.

He took one of my legs and hooked my thigh around his hip. "Miraculous."

He smiled down on me. His face was shining.

"Oh God, I need you," he said.

"No, you don't," I said automatically.

"It sure feels like it," he said.

I waited a bit. Was that it? No. In the movies he was supposed to move.

But he didn't. He caressed my cheek.

"I heard a rumor that when couples do it, there's some movement involved," I said.

He smiled. "I was just waiting until you were ready."

"Thought maybe I'd wait till tomorrow," I said. "Because this part feels so good already."

"It will be better next time, I promise."

"I wasn't being sarcastic," I said. "This part feels good."

He smiled again. "Let's see if we can make it feel better," he said in a husky voice.

Jean-Luc pulled out of me a tiny bit, and pushed back in.

"Oh," I moaned.

His smile got bigger.

He pulled out further, pushed back in. 

"You okay?" he whispered.

"More than okay," I said back. Stupendous.

Jean-Luc started moving in earnest then, a slow, sensual, in and out rhythm. It was like he was massaging the inside of me, not just down there, but everywhere. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to it. Everywhere turned pink; I was floating on a see of cotton candy. My nipples ached.

I heard the sound of skin slapping against skin, and a quiet, animalistic 'unh' sound Jean-Luc was making with each stroke. The smell of sex bloomed up around us, my heat, and his sweat, and pheromones running wild.

He pulled my legs up higher.

His brows were pulled down tight. His shoulders bunched up under my hands.

"I'm trying to keep it controlled," he said, and he sounded like strain personified. "You deserve gentle."

"I'm okay. Good. Really good. Show me how you would do it if it weren't my first time."

He shook his head slightly. Sweat popped out on his temples. 

I squeezed my muscles around him.

"Please," I said.

He bit his bottom lip. The concern was obvious in his eyes, but he took me at my word. He barreled into me harder. Faster.

I cried out, not because it hurt, but because it was so good.

I never wanted it to end.

It was my first time, and it was perfect.

I wanted to yell, 'don't stop, don't stop,' but I couldn't speak.

He slowed down, sped up, then changed the angle a little bit. He pressed his arms down into the mattress, so he was doing sort of a half push-up on top of me and started rocking into me, different, harder, even better.

"Lick," he said. He had his thumb near my mouth.

I licked it. He reached in between us and found that sweet spot on me and rubbed back and forth.

Sparkling firecrackers danced on the edge of my vision.

He let out a primal shout. I exploded, a thunder and lightning storm of strange bursting white light, and I think he came a millisecond later. He collapsed on top of me, suddenly a hugely heavy dead weight.

"Next time will be better," he panted.

"Not unless you want to cripple me," I said.

"Each time will get better and better," he said, ignoring my comment. "And not just because this was your first time. And not just because I'll learn more about your body, and what you like. It will be better every time because we'll be closer and closer together."




Marcy's Playground Pt. 02



He stroked my cheek.

"Because I'll love you even more next time, although I can hardly picture it."

"Next time," I said with awe.

"Next time," he repeated.

I floated in dreamy post-coital haze, a twilight of satiation between sleeping and waking. I could see before me a whole slew of adventures, each one more wild, and decadent, and naughtily taboo than the next. The summer wasn't even half-way over. Jean-Luc had introduced me to sex, but I had a feeling that he, and the crew from Melody's, wasn't done with me yet.

Yeah, it was a slippery slope. And I wanted to slide. Into more and more deep and untamed hotness. Now that I got a taste, I wanted to slide all the way into my own off-the-charts, righteous experiences. A personal, new, completely uncharted territory. Marcy's playground.

*

I can only blame flying high from my very first sexual experience, and having the hottest man on the planet laying on top me, for the fact that what tripped out of my mouth next was pretty dumb.

"I'm an adult now," I mumbled to myself.

Jean-Luc shook his head. "Having sex doesn't make you an adult."

I stared at him.

"Even having responsibility isn't what makes you an adult."

"What does?" I asked.

"Altruism," he said, and rolled off me.

I didn't know what that word meant. I wanted to ask but I was too embarrassed to admit that I didn't know something. How adult is that? 

I should just ask.

But then Jean-Luc went into the bathroom and shut the door and the time I could have asked and not have it be weird passed. I would have to look it up when I got home.

Jean-Luc came out of the bathroom and smiled at me. God he was gorgeous. My handsome, gorgeous, smart, virgin-popping, big-word-using boyfriend.

"I thought I would pamper you with a gourmet breakfast in bed," he said. "And for breakfast you have two choices: cereal or cereal. I think I'm out of milk."

"Oh," I said. "Dry cereal is my favorite."

He went into the kitchen. "We have the very upscale super adult Frosted Flakes, or the more subtly bourgeois but still delectable Coco-puffs."

"Oh, decisions, decisions," I said.

"Oh, wait. I also have some Cheerios," he said. 

"I'll have Cheerios," I said.

Jean-Luc came out a second later carrying two paper bowls. Cheerios for me and Coco-puffs for him.

"Normally I would have said, let's just eat out of the box, but this is a special occasion."

He handed me my bowl, and then got in bed next to me.

"You look beautiful in the morning, Lafferty."

Aw.

He took a Cheerio out of my bowl and fed it to me. Then he started eating his own cereal with his fingers.

"What?" I asked. "No spoons?"

"Hey. It's a special occasion, but it's not that much of a special occasion."

I gave him a playful elbow in the ribs.

I tried to look at him at out the corner of my vision without really staring at him. I wasn't too successful. I concentrated on my cereal.

It was kind of nice eating breakfast with him. I didn't know how he felt, but the new intimacy of it felt, ah... smiley to me.

"Hey baby, I'd love to spend the whole day with you, but I've really got some things I've got to do. How about I drop you home?"

I was immediately kind of bummed. I don't know what I expected, but I didn't want to be kicked out right after breakfast. 

I tried to keep the dejected look off my face.

"Trust me, I'd rather spend the morning with you. I hate to leave you. But I do have a few things today that I really, really need to do.

"I've got stuff I have to do, too," I said. A total lie.

Jean-Luc took my empty bowl away from me and put it on the bedside table. He crouched over me.

"But we could see each other later if you'd like. I mean, if you'd like I could make you dinner. If you don't want to do dinner, we could hang out afterward?"

I blinked.

He leaned his body even closer over mine and I felt the heat radiating off him. His cheek grazed mine. His voice was raspy. "I could ravish you again. Show you how much better it can get, the second time."

I shivered.

He jumped up off the bed.

"Think about it," he said. "I'm going to take a really quick shower, and then we'll go, okay?"

I nodded.

I took the paper bowls to the kitchen. I expected to be sore, now that I was walking around, but I wasn't. I got dressed, starting by putting my underwear on inside out, so the fresh side was against my skin. By the time I was finished getting dressed, Jean-Luc came out of the shower. He was wearing a white towel wrapped around his hips.

He came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello sweet star. You're looking fairly glowy this morning."

I bit my lip and gave him a playful shrug.

"Can't imagine why," I said.

Jean-Luc got dressed quickly. He chose a light blue dress shirt, khakis, brown shoes. "Come on Lafferty. Time to make the donuts."

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.

"Ever made love in a car?" 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. "No? Oh, the things I could teach you if you let me, Lafferty."

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.

"So sweet star, do you want to see me tonight, or is it too soon?"

"I want to see you tonight."

"Okay, I'll text you later. Be good."

"I can't, you've corrupted me for life," I said.

"Hah! Just wait."

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. There was that thing. That word I needed to look up. What was it? I couldn't remember. I tried to think back. Blank.

I sat down at my computer.

What was it?

Jeez, with all the books I've read you would have thought I would have come across whatever that word was. What was it?

I thought back, tried to replay the conversation in my mind.



"Having sex doesn't make you an adult. Even having responsibility isn't what makes you an adult."

"What does?" 

"All true ism." 

That's it. I typed it in to Google, all one word.

Showing results for Altruism.

Okay.

First result.

Altrusism - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Let's try that.

'Altruism is the principle or practice of concern for the welfare of others.' 

Huh?

I continued reading.

'Regards the good of others as the end of moral action; by extension, the disposition to take the good of others as an end in itself.' 

I blinked. What did that mean? 

It meant the opposite of selfish, didn't it?

I thought about Jean-Luc: "Marcy. I don't want you to be really good at this to please me. I want you to be good at this to please you." And "I want to rush too, baby. But I'm trying to build something precious. Really special."

I thought about Heather: "I love Evan. I don't want to deny him something he likes."

I thought about Evan: "I have to check with my wife first, but I wouldn't have offered if I didn't think it was okay." And "I could stay around, make sure it's okay."

I blinked.

Jean-Luc was putting me first. Heather was putting Evan first. Evan was putting both me and Heather first.

They weren't just teaching me about sex, they were teaching me how to be a good human being. By caring about other people more or at least as much as yourself.

Wow.

I blinked.

But I did that, didn't I?

I thought back to the definition of altruism. 'As an end into itself.' Meaning you're not doing it because it will also turn out good for you.

How often had I really done that?

I didn't even know.

I mean, it was normal right? To be thinking about clothes, and books, and food, and football...

And really, desperately wanting to lose my virginity.

I thought back to Heather saying, "You couldn't ask for nicer guys than Evan and Jean-Luc."

Apparently not.

But could they ask for a nicer Marcy?

On impulse, I picked up my phone and called Jean-Luc.

"Hey shining star," he said when he answered.

I broke into tears.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?"

"I...I...I..."

"Marcy? Are you all right? What happened?"

"Where are you?" I asked. It sounded pitiful.

"I'm at work," he said. "Where are you?"

"I'm at home."

His voice was suddenly very calm. "Tell me what's going on, Marcy. I can't fix it if I don't know what's upsetting you."

I cried harder.

"I'm so..." hiccup. "Crummy."

"Baby," he said.

"I...I..." I started crying so hard I was gulping air.

Jean-Luc's voice was soothing. "Just tell me, baby, whatever it is, is okay."

I tried to say something. But I couldn't get anything out.

"Honey, you're worrying me. We can work it out together, but I'm pretty lousy in the guessing department."

My sobs pretty much drowned him out.

"We're going to breathe together, nice and slow, so then you can talk to me. Okay?"

I got the hiccups.

"I'll...I'll...I'll call you b-back," I said. I hung up.

Oh Marcy, you big dork.

I leaned way over, so that I put my head between my knees. I just stayed like that, concentrating on my breathing, for what seemed like a really long time.

I was a good person. I've always been a good person.

I sat up and wiped my face. I better call Jean-Luc back. He's probably worried about me.

There was a knock on my door. Whoever it was could just forget about it. There's no way I'm answering looking and feeling like this.

"Marcy! Open up!"

Jean-Luc.

I wiped my face again, and went to open the door.

He swept me up into his arms and didn't let go. He closed the door with his foot.

I started to cry again, soft, subtle tears again.

"Oh baby, you're breaking my heart," he said.

Jean-Luc carried me over to the couch and arranged me on his lap. He kissed the tears off my face.

"B-but, y-you were at work," I said.

"Fuck that," he said.

I sniffed and smiled at him.

"Now," he said firmly, "Tell me what's wrong."

"N-nothing," I said.

"Oh, I could tell that from your serene, impassive demeanor."

I sniffled.

"All right Lafferty." He rearranged me a little on his lap, and I rested my head against his shoulder. "Want me to guess?"

I shook my head.

"So tell me."

"It's just you're so nice."

"Hah. I'm a lawyer. Haven't you heard all the lawyer jokes? We're ruthless. We can be mean as snakes."

"Only when you're defending personal friends of yours," I said.

"The crying ones," he said. "Now what's up?"

I shrugged.

He pet my hair. 

"You hair's wet."

"I didn't blow it dry; it takes forever to dry on its own."

We were silent for a while.

"Sorry I interrupted your work," I said finally.

"It's Saturday. I put in a few good hours. It's fine."

"Mmn."

"You're more important than work any day, weekend or not."

I started to cry again.

"I'm not usually a crier," I said.

"I hope not, because I got to tell you, this is the pits." He smiled at me. "I don't mind though. I take the whole package. Sex, talking raccoons, crying jags."

"Ice cream?"

"Ice cream," he said. He carefully pushed me off his lap and went to the kitchen. I ogled his butt as he opened the freezer.

"Holy shit!" he said. "You've got like a hundred flavors of ice cream in here," he said.

"Yeah, my parents are out of town, so I've pretty much just been eating ice cream for the past four days, and I wanted some variety."

He turned around and looked at me.

I shrugged. "I don't like to cook. I bring bologna sandwiches to work for lunch."

"So bologna and ice cream, that's really well balanced."

"Well, I had a real meal when you took me out to dinner."

"One real meal," he said.

"Oh, plus popcorn. From the movie. So I'm set. Totally well-rounded diet. But stress calls for chocolate. So what do you think? Chocolate chip cookie dough? Chocolate peanut butter? Triple chocolate? Rocky road? Chocolate butter pecan? Chunky monkey? Mint chocolate chip?" 

He looked at me.

"Decisions, decisions," I said.

He shook his head slightly.

"You're right, we should have a little bit of all of them."

"How do you stay so skinny?"

"I'm not skinny," I said.

"Okay, how do you stay so perfectly bodacious?"

I smiled. "Good genes?"

He had closed the freezer in order to give me shit about my awesomely wide deliciousness collection.

I opened the freezer, looked at the choices for a few seconds, and got out the limited edition Haagan Daas Midnight Chocolate Cookies and Cream. I looked over at Jean-Luc. Might as well go for it. I'm sleeping with him, he's not going to judge if I go whole hog.

I opened the refrigerator, got out a container of ricotta cheese, and dumped a huge scoop into the Midnight tub.

"What?" Jean-Luc said.

I got two spoons.

"Don't knock it until you try it," I said.

He took a bite. His eyes rolled back into his head. "Oh my God. This is fantastic."

"How does that song go again?" I asked.

"Which one?"

"You know."

He looked at me.

"Oh."

He put the tip of his finger in the cheese, put it on my bottom lip, and kissed it off. He sang softly. 

"Your love, is better than ice cream." His voice was slow, full, deep. "It's better than anything else that I've tried. Your love, is better than chocolate." He pried out a chunk of chocolate cookie with his finger and fed it to me. "Everyone here knows how to cry."

I laughed. I didn't know that was the next lyric.

"I aim to please," he said. "Now tell me what was bothering you."

"You'll think it's silly," I said.

"You're entitled to be silly," he said.

"It's the altruism thing," I said.

"I'm confused." 

"Well, I didn't know what altruism meant," I said. I looked at him to see if he thought I was dumb. No. "So I looked it up. It took me a minute to get it. But when I got it, it was so great. You know, you thinking that what made an adult was willingness to give to others."

"Marcy, I don't know why I said that; there are lots of shitty adults who don't give a damn about others."

"Yeah, but that's not what occurred to you."

"Marcy..."

I looked up, trying to think how to put into words what had triggered my outburst. "I, just want to be real. I mean, really real. And nice. As nice as you, and Heather, and Evan. You know, altruistic. Not some sex starved teenager who just wants to get laid all the time."

He smiled at that.

"You know what I mean."

"Stick with me, kid," 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.

"Listen baby," he said. "You're young. You're allowed to be selfish sometimes. You're figuring it out."

I just stared at him. I didn't want to be selfish. I wanted to be like him. 

"You 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."

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. 

"Time to make the donuts?" I asked. I had thought about it. That must be a euphemism for sex, right?

He burst out laughing.

"Yeah baby, if you're up to it. Time to make the donuts." 

He put the ice cream and the ricotta cheese back, and put the spoons in the sink.

"Put your arms around my neck, sweet star."

I did.

He picked me up and carried me into the hallway.

"Which one's your bedroom?" he asked. His voice was low, husky.

"First door on the left," I said.

Jean-Luc carried me through and shut the door with his foot.

"You're not sore? We could just fool around."

"I'm not sore."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. I need to have you inside me again," I said, but then a nervous giggle escaped. "Pretty please, I need the practice."

He laughed.

"Say that again?" he requested. "That's hot."

"Pretty please," I said.

He let out a low growl. "That's not the part I meant."

I laughed.

"I want to have you inside me again," I whispered so softly it was barely audible.

Louder growl from Jean-Luc, totally different this time. "Oh, yeah," he said.

"I guess it's going to be a good afternoon after all," I said.

"It's getting better by the minute."

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.

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.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm reminded of a line I read once," I said.

"What?"

"After that, I need a cigarette. And I don't even smoke."

He laughed.

"You're not so bad yourself, beautiful."

He stroked my hair. I made a contented, cat-like purr.

"Oh shit!" he said, sitting up abruptly.

"What?"

"I almost forgot. I have to drive my cousin to the airport. What time is it?"

I twisted around to look at my bedside clock. "3:15."

"Okay, I still have time, but I got to go." He jumped out of bed. He yanked on his underwear and pants on. "Do you still want to go out tonight?" he asked as he buttoned his shirt.




Marcy's Playground Pt. 02



"Uh-huh," I said.

He shoved his feet into his shoes.

"I see how it's gonna be," I said. "Love 'em and leave 'em."

"Yup," he said. "But I'll always come back." He gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll text you," 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.

"What did you for—"

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. "Yeah. You totally lost your virginity."

"Jeesh. Privacy much?"

I stepped back so she could come in.

"Your parents go away for four days and you pop your cherry. But you didn't do it by yourself. Details, I need details."

"No you don't."

"Is it someone from work?"

"Jeez Bevvie. Let it go."

"It's a porn star. A married guy. A gigolo."

"Very funny," I said sarcastically. Except then I cracked up. It was pretty funny.

"Come on, Marce." 

Bevvie was saying the exact same things to me that I would have been saying to her. She'd never had any experience either. I had books to keep me company, and awesome parents, and a best friend I could tell everything, well almost everything, to. Bevvie didn't have those things the same way. She liked books but she wasn't crazy about them like I was. Her parents were perfect plastic. She was always saying funny things, but I confided in her and leaned on her a lot more than the other way around. It must get lonely.

"Tell me, Marcy," Bevvie said in a singsong voice. "You have something you desperately want to share. I can see it. Tell."

I sighed. I couldn't say that I met him at work.

"Okay, you know the cute guy with the dogs?"

"No."

"You know, the cute guy. Dark hair. Walks his two big dogs, greyhounds."

"No," she said again.

I forgot that Bevvie didn't walk around the neighborhood. She wasn't exactly into exercise.

"Okay," I said. I wanted to make sure everything I said was true. "There's this guy. I see him a lot walking his dogs, but I'd never talked to him."

"And then one day he just asked you out!"

"No."

"Oh."

"Then one day he invited me to have dinner with him and his wife," I said.

"Wife??"

"Yeah, that's what I said. Anyway, they have this friend. Evan, the cute guy, introduced me to his friend, and he asked me out for dinner, and the rest is history."

"You're just now telling me this!"

"It just happened."

"And you slept with him on the first date!"

"What? No!" Well, sort of. "No," I said again.

"So how many dates have you had?"

"A few," I said.

"Mmn-hmmn." She crossed her arms over her ample chest. "So does this mystery man have a name?"

"Jean-Luc."

"Ooooo, very French."

I smiled.

"When do I meet him?"

"Ack!" Like never.

"Invite him to the picnic at the lake tomorrow."

"What?" Hell no.

"Jamie's picnic."

"That's a bad idea, Bev."

"Why? He's not married is he? Oh my God. He's married."

"He's not married," I said. 

"Then why not?"

"He's like, older."

"Like forty?"

"Ack! No, not like forty."

"Thirty?"

"No!"

"So, what? Eighteen and a half?"

Wise-acre. Jeez. I didn't even know how old he was. Twenty-six?

"So how old is he?" Bevvie asked.

"Twenty-five," I said.

"Big deal," Bevvie said. "My father is ten years older than my mother."

Hhm.

"And your dad is what, eight years older than your mother?"

"That's different," I said. "It's different when they're like forty or fifty, like our parents."

"But didn't your mom get married at eighteen?"

"Huh."

"So invite him to the lake."

"No," I said.

She rolled her eyes around, and she rolled her whole head with it. "Why not?"

"He doesn't want to go to some high school thing."

"Jamie's older sister will be there, and she's a senior in college. And his cousin will be there, and he's twenty-five. And their friends will be there. So ask him."

"You're freaking pushy," I said.

"Gotta love it," she said.

Or not.

"He won't want to go," I said.

"Why don't you call him and find out?" she asked.

"I really hate you," I said. But I got my phone. I wasn't sure exactly what to write. I texted. 'Invited to join some friends and others for picnic at lake tomorrow afternoon. Want to come?' 

He texted back right away. 'Sure. What time?' 

"Holy shit," I said.

"Bingo," Bevvie said, looking over my shoulder. "Is he cute?"

"Yeah," I said. "He's really cute."

"Does he have a brother?"

"Ah, I don't know," I said.

"What did you talk about?"

"We didn't exactly talk."

Bevvie and I cracked up.

"Was it good?"

"Do you ever let up?"

"No."

"Bye, Bevvie," I said, and I walked her to the door.

She gave out a huge, exaggerated sigh. "You're going to give me details you know."

In your dreams.

"Bye, Bev," I said again.

"Bye. See ya tomorrow."

I rested my head against the closed door. She's my best friend. But boy, she can be a pain in the butt.

Is it too soon for more ice cream?

Nah. I worked off a lot of calories with Jean-Luc, right?

What flavor do you pick for when your friend pushes you? Butter pecan?

Instead of ice cream I decided on a nap. I was still thinking about the altruism thing. Somehow it seemed important. Like my growing up depended on it.

I flopped down on my bed and stared up at the pink bed canopy.

I couldn't rely on Jean-Luc doing all the growing up stuff for me. I'd have to do some of it myself.

Oh, Jean-Luc! I didn't text him back. I grabbed my phone. 'Four thirty ish.'

He texted back a minute later. 'I'll pick u up.'

My phone binged with another text from him. 'Want to stay in tonight? :) 

I decided to try to be clever. 'Do you WANT to be IN tonight?'

Bing. 'More than you will ever, ever know.'

In it is.

Bing. Another text from Jean-Luc. 'I could stop by around 8.'

I texted him back. 'I'll be waiting.'

Even though I was lying down, I did an excited little dance, which came out looking more like a tantrum kick. 

I immediately fell into a deep sleep. My first dream was about being in outer space, my second dream was of Jean-Luc, soft and fuzzy making love to me. Then I was dead and drooling. My next dream someone was banging on a door. Repeatedly.

I woke up.

I looked at the clock. 7:50. Oh shit.

I groggily got up and answered the door.

It was Jean-Luc. He looked me up and down. His gaze took in my nightshirt and disheveled hair, and he smiled.

"I like it," he said. "Pre-tousled. Fresh out of bed. Very, very, sexy."

I was still waking up, so it took me a minute to realize he had a bag of take-out food with him. He held it up.

"I brought Chinese food, mostly vegetables."

I nodded and walked into the kitchen.

"You alright, baby?"

I nodded. "Tired."

Jean-Luc flashed a very self-satisfied smirk before he got his face under control.

"And hungry," I said.

He put the Chinese food bag on the table.

"And horny," I said, even though that wasn't really true.

Jean-Luc came over and kissed me. "We have to pace ourselves. I don't want to wear you out before you're even two decades old."

He kissed me again. "Want to watch a movie, eat Chinese food, and I'll lick chocolate ice cream off you for dessert?"

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

*

 Find out the conclusion in Marcy's Playground, part 3

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Marcy's Playground Pt. 03



Sunday I both texted and called Jean-Luc to tell him he didn't have to come to the picnic. He didn't back out.

He picked me up on time. It was a very short drive to the lake. Short but still long enough for me to have nerves.

"It seems like you shouldn't be meeting anyone I know from my regular life," I said, before I realized how rude that might seem. "Like, my Melody's life should be separate from daily life."

"Like sex club friends zero, older friends one?"

That didn't even make sense.

"I told Bevvie that Evan introduced us," I said.

"Which is true," he said.

Then we were there. I bit my nails. I didn't know what I was afraid of.

We got out. Jean-Luc got two six-packs of beer out of the back seat. I looked at him.

"Hey, it's a picnic," was all he said.

The first person we ran into was Bevvie. Her eyes widened. I could tell she thought Jean-Luc was a major hottie. Her expression changed quickly from appreciation to wary and questioning.

"This is my best friend, Bevvie. Bevvie, this is Jean-Luc."

He put down one of the packs of beer to shake her hand. "Bevvie. Is that short for Beverly?"

She nodded.

"That's a beautiful name. And Bevvie's a cool, original nickname for it," Jean-Luc said sincerely. Just like that she was charmed.

Bevvie introduced us to the people we didn't know. 

Bevvie walked off to start the grill. As soon as she left, Brittany, a beautiful blonde cheerleader, and also my tormenting nemesis, flounced over. She was wearing a bright red bikini top that pushed her boobs up to her neck, and a bright red bikini bottom with a flounce on it that made her look like she was cheerleading even when she wasn't.

"Hi," she purred to Jean-Luc without looking at me. "Marcy, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Hell no.

"Brittany this is Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc, this is Brittany."

"Well, I'm so glad Marcy brought someone," Brittany said. "Usually she doesn't hang out with anybody. Maybe you'd like to come build a fire for me?" Then she batted her eyes at him. Literally fluttered her eyelashes.

Jean-Luc stepped behind me, put his hands on my shoulders, and then worked one hand through my hair.

"Well," Jean-Luc drawled. "Any friend of Marcy's is a friend of mine," he said dryly in a way that conveyed he didn't at all consider her a friend. "And I would build a fire for you," he said, and then there was a slight menace in his voice. "But I'm no boy scout."

Brittany turned on her heel and flounced away.

"Impressive," I said. 

"Yeah. I have plenty of experience dealing with sharks and other predatory animals. It's the ones in sheep's clothing that are particularly dangerous. Better to cut that thorny plant down before it does any damage."

I twisted around and smiled up at him. "You're handsome and smart. Anything you can't do?"

"I suck at basketball," he said.

"Nobody's perfect."

Jamie built a fire. Bevvie served hot dogs and hamburgers and potato salad. Jean-Luc had an easy time talking with everybody, getting them to talk about themselves, somehow managing to make them feel like they were the only person in the world, without neglecting me at all.

After a while the fullness from overeating and the late afternoon sun were making me tired. I got up and stretched. Jean-Luc did too.

"You want to take a walk?"

"Sure," I said.

I told Bevvie we were going to walk, and we began to hike through the woods. We went quite a ways, and it was nice to be under the shade of the dense trees and get a break from the warm, end-of-July sunshine. We looped back, and were actually only about 75 feet from the beach by the lake when Jean-Luc spotted a tall platform in the trees.

"It's like an old ranger stand or something," I said.

"Let's go up," we both said at once.

I started climbing up and Jean-Luc got on the ladder after me.

"Great view from here," he said.

I twisted around to look at him. He was staring at my butt.

Just like that, something changed in me. Gone was the shy virgin, who was partially embarrassed that she was working in a sex club. And also gone was the reticence that someone would find out how I met Jean-Luc, that things wouldn't work out between us, that I'd never get over my mini-crush on Evan, that I'd never be daring enough to do all the wild and crazy things everyone probably did in Melody's. I laughed out loud. I was new. I was daring. I was alive. And I was ready to eat the world, whatever experiences it might offer me. I was ravenous. I could gobble it all up.

We reached the top.

"What's so funny, Lafferty?"

"All my shyness is gone," I said. "Like I'm willing to try anything, do anything."

"Oh yeah?" he asked. His eyebrows went up for a minute, and then his gaze got sultry and steamy. Suddenly, the air shimmered, like the illusion of an oasis of black water above a frying-hot road.

"Yeah," I said. I put my arms out high and turned around in a circle. "Like seize the day."

I could tell my giddiness was turning him on, but I didn't know why.

"Okay then," he said. He pulled me over to the edge of the platform, and turned me so I was facing out. He bent down behind me so his head was next to mine; he was checking my line of sight. Then he coaxed me a little to the left.

Through the canopy of leaves, I could see a small section of beach. Some guy was playfully chasing Brittany around the campfire. Jamie was talking to his cousin. Bevvie was standing with her back to us, her arms crossed.

"We can see them," Jean-Luc said. "But they can't see us."

"Unless someone was standing a few paces behind where Bevvie is," I said. "And they knew where the platform was and they were purposely looking directly at it."

"Exactly," Jean-Luc said. He straightened up, opened his legs so he was shorter, and fit the front of his hips to my backside.

"We're all alone," he said. "But not."

Jean-Luc slid his hands up and down the sides of my waist. "When I first saw you, it was like there was a light coming out of you." He made the caressing strokes longer. "A pure shining glow that I wanted to capture, hold in my hand, elevate, increase, and magnify a hundred fold."

Jean-Luc's hands slid over the bottoms of my breasts and back down to the top of my hips and up again.

He leaned his head until it was near my ear. "Devour. Fuck."

My toes tingled and my mouth went dry.

He untied the back string of my bikini top. He slid his hands underneath the free-hanging fabric triangles.

"Ever had sex outdoors?" he asked.

"You know I haven't," I said.

He reached his hands up further, so his thumbs were stroking over my nipples. They popped out obediently for him.

"One of the great things about having sex outdoors, is feeling the nature on your skin," he said. He gently blew on the back of my neck, and suddenly I was aware of breezes everywhere. The wind rustling through the leaves, the air around my feet, the push and pull of the tides.

"The other great thing about having sex outdoors," he rolled my nipples between my fingers, and instinctively I ground my ass back into him. "Is the thrill, the possibility, the probability of getting caught."

Jean-Luc bit the side of my neck.

"Watch them," he said.

I saw Bevvie move to the left to say something to Jamie.

"And worry," Jean-Luc said in a low voice, while sliding one hand all the way down my front, over my bikini bottom. "That they might catch you."

A small, low whimper escaped me.

He untied one of the side strings at my hip and wormed his fingers in the front, pushing the fabric off to the side as he went.

"Do you want me to teach you more about sex, sweet star?"

"Y-yes," I whispered so softly, it was barely audible.

"What was that?" he asked, and skirted his fingers around my folds, teasing me.

"Yes," I said louder, and my voice came out deep and smoky, the voice of a stranger.

He continued to tease, his left hand drawing circles under the top of my bikini and his right hand, teasing the top of my thighs, which were already wet from anticipation. His breath was loud in my ear. I wanted to beg him to plunge his fingers in, to give me more, but I waited.

"Sex is not just physical." Finally his fingers dipped inside, and I had to doubt him. "It's not just emotional." He gathered some honey on his fingers and danced a roundabout so deftly I cried out.

"Sshh," he whispered, his voice full of smoldering seriousness and play. "They'll hear you."

Then he found my clitoris and I bit my lip.

"It's not just physical, not just emotional. It's mental." He brushed a kiss against my temple. "And it's spiritual."

He pinched my nipple harder and a high-pitched peep escaped even though I bit down on my bottom lip harder.

"And it's so, so much more."

He started moving his fingers faster. My legs trembled, and then my whole body was shaking.

Jean-Luc gave me a quick nip on my ear and then kissed down my back. His fingers never stopped.

Then his voice was in my ear again.

"Are you wet for me, baby?"

I nodded. Although he didn't need my affirmation, he clearly knew.

He pulled my hips back in one fast motion.

Then he went back to his torture, teasing and escalating and coaxing every electric feeling out of me. I grabbed the railing harder. 

I was flushed and hot. The wood was so hard under my hands. The fabric of shorts made a crinkling sound as ground his erection into me. Two birds whooshed close past my face and I soared with them.

"Anyone could come by," he said, "any minute."

Then he gave a particularly vicious flick and I exploded.

I heard a soft, warm, appreciative chuckle from him. Then a condom rip.

"You ready for the mental game?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes," I said.

"You know what's the best thing about fucking from behind?"

I shook my head.

He slid into me. Despite my vow to be silent, I cried out.

Jean-Luc bent over me, easily holding me in place.

"Everything," he said in a husky whisper.

I bit my lip even more, almost afraid I'd draw blood. Jean-Luc pushed in a little more. The angle was different, hitting places so much deeper. I stood up on tippy-toe, arched my back, pushed even further back against him.

He pumped in and out, slow, deliberate movements.

I whimpered.

"That's it," he said softly.

Jean-Luc's hands were everywhere. Caressing up and down my back. Sliding around my waist. Kneading and teasing my breasts, pushing me against him by pressing my shoulder, gliding over my hair.

"Oh God," I said.

He plunged and retreated faster. His breathing sounded even harder, louder, raspier in my ear. Desperate.

In the middle of all that green, I could barely see. Everything was so lush, and vibrant, and magnified.

Yet only Jean-Luc mattered. His fingers, his cock, his voice.

The loose-hanging fabric of my bikini top swayed with each thrust of Jean-Luc's hips. He went faster and faster, harder and harder. Just when I thought he would crescendo, he stopped. He pulled most of the way out and hovered.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Decadent, incredible. Wicked," I said.

He rubbed his cheek against mine. "Good," he said and slammed into me hard.

He pulled out slowly, "How about cherished, adored..."

Jean-Luc pulled almost all the way out again.

"Yes," I said and nodded.

He slammed into me.

"Well-fucked, prized." He began a slow in and out, building the tension again. My toes started to tingle.

"Naughty," he whispered in my ear.

He grabbed my hips and started pumping faster.

"Incendiary," he said. He reached around and rubbed that nub inside me, finding a special spot on the special spot and rubbing back and forth in time with his strokes.

"Bewitching," he said.

He opened his legs wider and pushed up with each stroke, hitting a whole new place I didn't even know I had.

Then he slowed again. Ran one finger down my spine. I arched even further for him. He slammed in and out and my mouth hinged open, my deep breath sounded so loud, a ragged intake and exhale as harsh as the woods.

"Commanding, powerful," he said. It sounded like he was having difficulty talking.

How could he get any bigger inside me? But he did. I was sure of it. In perfect shade the heat increased, the leaves bending in toward us, drawn by his pull. 

"Primal."

Everything became more vivid. The forest was on fire.

He fisted one hand in my hair gently pulled my head back.

"Beautiful," he said, pressing every spot, inside and out, mentally and physically just right. I exploded.

I convulsed around him. He kissed the back of my ear.

"Incredible."

Bevvie turned around and walked from the beach to the beginning of the path.

Oh God.

She put her hand up to her forehead, turned her head slightly left and right, searching.

Oh shit. Oh my God. Oh God.

"That's the thing about sex," Jean-Luc whispered very, very quietly in my ear. "There's always the element of the unknown."

Bevvie took a step closer to us.

Oh God.

Jean-Luc grabbed my hips, his big hands pressing firmly into the soft flesh, but still feeling to me as if they were in many other places too. He pumped in and out with a vengeance, all thrusting hip action, and savage plundering.

I grabbed on even harder to the railing, as he pulled me to him with each hard, fast, thrust.

"Marce?" Bevvie called.

Harder. Faster.

"Aren't you going to answer her?" Jean-Luc whispered tauntingly in my ear. 

I shook my head.

The fear, the excitement, the sounds, the sensations. I pushed even higher on tip-toe, wound up like a spring in a toy that had been turned too far and was about to break.

The pent-up connection rose higher and higher.

"Marcy, you're marvelous," Jean-Luc said. And then detonated.

I struggled to catch my breath while watching Bevvie turn around and go back to the beach.

"Phew," I whispered.

"Phew is right," Jean-Luc said back. "But that doesn't even begin to cover it."

I took a few seconds re-learning how to stand on my own without help.

Jean-Luc tied the back of my bikini top, and put the bottom back in place and tied the side. I climbed down from our hideaway, and he climbed down right after me.

He took my hand and we walked the path toward the beach. When we were almost there I stopped, pulling back.

"What?" he asked.

"We smell like sex," I whispered, my voice came out loud, like a stage whisper shout.

He smiled at me so big, two dimples big enough to put dimes in showed in his cheeks. He leaned over to put his mouth near my ear.

"You better believe it," he said.

We rejoined everybody.

"I was going to send out a search party," Bevvie said.

"Not necessary," Jean-Luc said. "I'm returning her unharmed."

We all toasted marshmallows as the sun set. Bevvie was considering a career, and she had a lot of questions for Jean-Luc, which he answered patiently and generously.

"You don't have a brother, do you?" she asked.

"No," he said. "But I have a cousin. And he'd be really lucky if he got to meet you."

Bevvie looked surprised. I knew she was self-conscious about her weight. I had to give Jean-Luc props that he didn't care.

"My cousin Brett just left for Africa yesterday, but when he gets back, I'll introduce you. If he's got any brains at all he'll recognize a good thing."

Ah, maybe that was whom he had to drive to the airport.

When it got dark I said to Jean-Luc, "I need to get going now."

He nodded. We stood up and said our good-byes.

We got in the car and I started laughing uncontrollably.

"What?" he asked.

"I can't believe we did that!"

He didn't even pretend to not know what I meant.

"It's all part of my plan to corrupt you," he said.

"What's next? Anal sex?"

"What? No!" He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Hell no. You've been a non-virgin for less than a week. I think we can safely say we have a hell of a lot to go through first."

"Do I get to see the proposed playbook?"

"Nope. You just get to experience each..." he paused at a stop light and looked and me. He drew a finger down my thigh. "Amazing, go-for-end-zone play as it comes."

I smiled.

As we approached my house I got nervous. What if my parents had come home early? But the house was dark.

Jean-Luc parked in front of my house and gave me a beautiful, loving kiss.

"I can't invite you in," I said.

He gave a small nod.

"Thanks for an amazing day, sweet star."

I smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him again. When he broke it off he caressed my cheek. "You've got really nice friends," he said. 

"Ha! Wait until you get the full inquisition from Bev."

"I can handle it. I'd walk through fire for you anyway, to be close to your sweet hotness, you know that. A little protective interrogation from a friend is nothing. I'm glad you invited me."

"If I smile any more, my face might break," I said.

He kissed me again.

"Can't have that." He caressed my cheeks. "I've grown really fond of your face."

He kissed me again.

"See you soon?" he asked.

I nodded.

I hopped out of the car before I begged him to take me to his house.

He waved and drove off. I didn't waste any time doing the football boogie boogie dance, but ran inside. I definitely wanted to shower before my parents got home. I didn't want to be smell like burnt marshmallows and sex. Maybe I would get lucky, and they wouldn't get home until after I was asleep; I really didn't want to update them on what had happened to me since they'd been gone.

*

Monday morning I was back at Melody's, and everything seemed different.

I was a hedon. I was a wanton slut. I had sex outside! Now, I really was the perfect receptionist for a sex club, right? Although, to really be the perfect receptionist, wouldn't I have to, at some point, experience what went on inside?

While I felt totally different, the slow Monday start with just a few people coming in was the same. I got absorbed in my reading. A bright orange and yellow hardcover slid into my field of vision on my desk.

The new Laurell K. Hamilton book.

I looked up.

Evan.

"Hi, beautiful," he said.

I smiled at him.

"Thought you'd like this," he said tapping the book. "I've never read her, but I asked my favorite bookseller for a recommendation on what you might like, and she recommended this."

"I'm a big Hamilton fan," I said.

He smiled.

"And I've been looking forward to reading this one, I haven't yet."

He smiled bigger.

"Should I get you a book?" I asked.

He shook his head.

A bunch of young, beautiful, twenty-something women came in. Swipe, swipe, swipe.

One redhead looked over her shoulder as she was walking in. "See you in there, Evan," she cooed.

Bile rose in my throat.

"It's unprofessional to want to rip her hair out, right?" I asked. "It's very wrong to be jealous just because she knows your name, right?"

"I like it," Evan said. He gave me his card and I swiped it and handed it back. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you on the way out, baby."

Sigh.

A few more people came in. After I swiped everyone in there was a moment's lull. I put down the book I was reading and started on the Laurell K. Hamilton.

He asked his bookseller about me? What did he say?

When he came out his shirt was unbuttoned an extra button lower at the collar.

"Marcy," he said. His voice was slow and velvety. "How about dinner tonight."

The way he said dinner sounded like 'hot monkey gorilla sex'.

"Ah, dinner?"

"Yeah, dinner."

"You know I'm sort of, ah, um..."

"I know about J.L.," he said.

"Good. Okay. Good."

He leaned over my desk. "Doesn't mean I don't want you for...dinner."

"Okay, okay," I said. "Dinner. What should I bring?"

"Just your sweet self," he said. "And a toothbrush," he said, but he winked. "Seven?"




Marcy's Playground Pt. 03



"Okay, seven," I said.

He leaned over, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and left.

I went back to reading. It felt nice to feel so cared for. Maybe I imagined the whole sexy emphasis on the word dinner.

Nope.

I tried to concentrate on my reading. Not happening.

I arrived at Heather and Evan's at seven. I brought a small jade plant.

Evan answered the door. "Hello sweetness," he said.

The house was amazingly silent.

I stepped in. I handed Evan the plant.

"Thanks," he said.

"Where is everybody?" I asked.

"Heather has a big exam at school. She wasn't exactly sure what time she'd finish. Cuff and Link are at the groomers, and considering it's right next to the college, Heather's going to pick them up on the way home. J.L. said he had a breakthrough in an important case he's working on, and will be working late on briefs and stuff. He'll try and stop by after dinner if he can."

Evan looked at me, an evil smirk curling up the corner of his mouth.

"So it's just you and me for a minute, baby."

I should feel nervous, but I didn't. I took a toothbrush out of my back pocket and held it up.

He laughed. 

"This is the first time we're alone together for a long conversation since Zen Sushi," I said. 

Evan gave me a very soft kiss on my lips, just the barest of brushes. "Come on mochi, you can help me make dinner." 

I went into the kitchen with him. He had all the fixings out for sandwiches.

"This is the type of dinner preparation I can do," I said.

"Me too, sweetness," he said.

We were making a ton of sandwiches. I guess he expected everybody to be hungry. We worked in companionable silence and I marveled at how good, and how comfortable it felt to be with him.

"You know, I never asked you what you do for a living," I said.

"You didn't?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I still don't know."

"I work with autistic kids," he said. "Ones who are really low down on the spectrum. I teach life skills, behavioral modification, basic reading, plan outings, work on quality of like things, set up physical education routines, that kind of stuff."

"Sounds rewarding," I said.

"Don't kid yourself. It can be a big pain in the ass. Yesterday a nine-year-old went ballistic on me. It's rewarding, but it's exhausting. I always wish I could do more. I'm always thinking of ways to try to do the same things, but better. I deal with parents, siblings, schools. I love it, but it's draining in a way nothing else is. So I don't talk about it too much. I just try to make sure I have a rich life in all the other areas of my life so I have more and more to give."

Then he made comical lewd eyebrow movements and leered at me.

"Why is it that I feel so comfortable with you?" I asked.

"I don't know. Chemistry? Kismet?"

"I mean, why do I trust you so much?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them for a hundred years. I've only had that feeling twice: with Heather and with you."

"Wow."

He smiled at me, that beautiful, radiant smile. "Yeah."

"I've seen you around and always wanted to talk to you," I said. Then I covered my mouth. Oops. I probably shouldn't have said that.

Evan rubbed his shoulder against mine. "I felt the same way about you, sweetness. Except you were always driving your car when I was walking, and I was always driving when you were walking around."

"Then I saw you at Melody's," I said. "And I was like, oh shit!"

"That's not what I thought," Evan said. "I thought, yum."

I laughed.

"It's weird that I trust you so much."

He put down the sandwich he was making. "Marcy, you should trust your instincts. I meant it when I said I would help you learn anything you want. And I would never hurt you. Never. I won't steer you wrong. I won't push you."

"I have a lot of questions about you, about what goes on at Melody's," I said. "It's not like there's a lot of people I can ask."

He licked one of his fingers, unselfconsciously, and my gaze followed the motion. He saw me watching and smiled.

"You can ask me, babe. You can always ask."

"Yeah, but before I ask anything, I have to say, I don't get the anal sex thing. I mean, I don't even get it with gay guys, but I really don't get it with straight guys. Why would you want to do that?"

Evan looked up, thinking.

"It's like..." he paused. "First of all, it's like total domination. It's like a final frontier. If someone will let you do that to them, they are letting you posses them totally and then some. Like..." he slammed his palms together. "Wham!"

I shook my head. I didn't get it.

"It's like football," he said.

Good, a football analogy. Something I would be able to understand. 

"You're chasing after somebody. You can bring them down by just tripping them up. But it's not as good as tackling them, pouncing on them, crushing them. That's something else, when you get them to surrender completely."

I stopped making sandwiches to look at him.

"But even that isn't enough. You want to consume. Annihilate. Conquer. Imagine smashing them into dust and drinking their blood."

"Like rugby players," I said.

He laughed.

"Yeah, or ice hockey players. That's what anal sex is like. It's like owning a person body and soul so much that you're eating them."

I blinked.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Holy shit," I said.

He shrugged. "Yeah, and it's even more than that. Ass muscles can squeeze tighter, so it's more intense. And, you know, I just crave it. Like when you're starving you might crave meat, or vegetables. When you're starving, and then, you're satisfied. It just feels right to me."

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah," he said.

"Weird," I said. Then I covered my mouth. "Was it okay that I said that?"

"Yeah, it's fine. We're friends, you can say anything. And when I say it out loud, it does sound kind of weird. But doing it is the most natural thing in the world."

"Do lots of straight couples, ah, do it?"

"More than you'd think," he said.

Yuck. I hope my parents didn't do that. I shivered. Gross.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

I thought about what he said. Without realizing it I was drumming my fingers against the counter.

"What?" Evan asked.

A nervous giggle escaped me.

"What, sweetness?"

"It's just, you're this, you know, cute, sensitive, average guy. This beyond trustworthy, totally comfortable guy. And yet part of you is..."

He smiled at me, a really raunchy, rowdy smile.

I cleared my throat. "I think we have enough sandwiches here to feed any army, Evan," I said, obviously changing the topic. 

He leaned down toward me. "I can think of a lot of really perverted ways to complete that sentence," Evan said.

"A ton of sandwiches," I said.

He straightened up. "Yeah well, if J.L. doesn't come I'll have some extra for tomorrow."

"I'm still thinking about what you said," I said.

"That if J.L. doesn't come, we'll have some extra for tomorrow," he repeated.

"Funny."

"Come on," he said. "I don't know how much longer Heather will be, so let's go ahead and eat."

Just then Heather walked in with the two dogs. One dog was wearing a blue ribbon around its neck, the other a pink ribbon. The dogs ran to us.

"Sit!" Evan said. They sat. He vigorously rubbed behind their ears and the sound of their tails thumping against the floor sounded like a metal head going nuts on the bass drums.

"Hey, baby," Evan said to Heather. "How'd the test go?"

She came over and gave him a big hug.

"I don't know. Okay I guess. Super long. Hey Marcy, what's up?"

"I've been telling her about the joys of anal sex," Evan said.

Heather snorted.

"More like the compulsion of anal sex, it sounded like," I said.

"Hey," Evan said. "I went without for three years. When Heather started school, grad school I mean, I took a break from Melody's."

Huh.

Heather went into the kitchen. "Sandwiches? You made sandwiches for dinner?"

"Yup."

"Lazy ass."

"You said dinner, you didn't say what."

"Dinner," I said, and I made it sound like hot football tackle crazy eat-your-dead rugby anal sex.

Evan laughed. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Want to try it?" he whispered.

"I'm determined to try everything," I said. "If I'm going to work at Melody's, I think I should have first hand experience of all the wacky things people do."

"Yeah, I like it," Evan said. "Maybe not all at once though, okay?"

Heather had picked a sandwich and she kissed me on the head before she sat down. "Is Jean-Luc coming?"

"Maybe," Evan said. "He's still at work."

"So what else did you two talk about?" Heather asked.

"That's pretty much it," I said. "That and his work." 

We ate our sandwiches for a minute.

I turned to Evan. "Ah...I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"Are there any lesbians in the club?"

He laughed.

"Why do you ask?"

"It just occurred to me."

"Yeah," he said. "I think a lot of the women are more bi, but there are a few straight-up lesbians, sure."

I didn't want to ask who, it was none of my business. I was sure there were gay guys.

"Do you ever watch gay guys?"

He got serious.

"No. But I've seen a lot of threesomes where the guys do some making out. Doesn't bother me."

I blinked. I hadn't really thought about threesomes. Except maybe with the twins.

"Ever been in a threesome?" I asked.

"What do you think I do with J.L.?"

"Holy SHIT!" I got up so fast I knocked my sandwich off the table. One of the dogs got it.

Jean-Luc walked in.

"Speak of the devil," Evan said. "Hi babe."

Jean-Luc gave him the finger. 

Jean-Luc came over to me and gave me a great kiss. He slapped Evan on the back, hard. "Hey shining star," he said to me. "Hey, Heath." He gave Heather a kiss on the cheek.

"You hungry?" she asked him.

"Starving," Jean-Luc said looking right at me. Then he looked down at the table. "Sandwiches?" He looked up at Evan. "I'm guessing this is your doing."

"High cuisine for the best," Evan said.

Jean-Luc went into the kitchen and came out with three sandwiches on his plate.

"How was work?" Heather asked.

"I swear I'm going to get that fucker of an insurance company to pay for that little girl's operation if it's the last thing I do," Jean-Luc said. "I'm making headway. How was your test?"

Heather shrugged. "I'm just glad it's over."

"How about you, sweet star?" Jean-Luc asked. "How was work?"

"You know, same old, same old," I said. "Anal sex, threesomes, wild orgies, hooka pipes."

They all cracked up. Jean-Luc peered around me to look at Evan. "They have hooka pipes there? I've been missing out. We've got to try some of that next time."

"I wouldn't know if they have pipes in there," I said. "I've never been inside. So I have to bring my own."

"Nice," Jean-Luc said.

"Evan said you have threesomes with him," I said.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhh," Jean-Luc said. "Sorta. More like we have twosomes on onesomes."

What? How would that even work?

"I want to try," I said.

They all looked at me.

"You're not ready," Evan and Jean-Luc said at once.

"How do I get ready?" I asked.

"More sex," Jean-Luc said. "More vanilla sex," Evan said at the same time.

I looked at Evan. "What's vanilla sex?"

"Jesus Christ," Jean-Luc mumbled under his breath.

"What?" I asked.

Evan leaned into me. "It's normal average sex," he said.

"Without the freaky," Jean-Luc added.

"Did we have that?" I asked Jean-Luc.

They all cracked up.

"Cause it didn't seem average to me."

"Aw, baby, you say the sweetest things," Jean-Luc said.

"How much more vanilla sex do I need to have?" I asked Evan.

"Jesus Christ," Jean-Luc mumbled again and stuffed his face with sandwich.

Evan leaned over me and looked at Jean-Luc. "Yo, J.L. how much stuff have you left undone?"

"Lots."

He looked back to me. "There's your answer."

I looked at Jean-Luc. "Can we do that all tonight?"

Jean-Luc made a comical face, like he was really put out. He swallowed audibly. "Well, I guess, if you insist."

We laughed.

"I need to make a list, so I can check things off," I said. "Don't say Jesus Christ again."

"Okay," Evan said.

"Vanilla sex," I said holding up a finger.

"Oral sex," Jean-Luc said.

"We did that," I said.

He stared at me. They all stared at me.

"What?"

They continued to stare.

"Oh," I said.

"All six of the basic positions," Jean-Luc said.

"What?"

"Girl on girl sex," Evan said.

"What!?"

I looked from Jean-Luc, to Evan, to Heather. She shrugged. "I'm not sure she needs that."

"She needs that," both men said at once.

They cracked up.

"A threesome two girls and a guy," Evan said.

"Voyeurism," Jean-Luc said.

"And then you'll be ready," Evan said.

"Holy shit," I said.

"You can always back out," Heather said.

"No, no," I said. "I want to try everything, that's just, it seems a little overwhelming."

"Bestiality," Evan said.

I looked at him.

"Just kidding," he said.

I narrowed my eyes.

He cracked up.

"Asshole," Jean-Luc said to him.

I stared down at my sandwich.

"That's a lot, sweetie," Evan said. "It's too much to do in a week, or even two weeks, or maybe a summer. And it's too much to push it because you want to learn because you're working in a sex club. You should let some of this stuff happen naturally." He paused. "Okay?"

"I guess," I said. "What do normal people do?" I asked.

"There's no real normal when it comes to sex," Evan said.

"People sleep with people they don't know," Heather said. "People get raped. People go for years without sex. Some people get married when they are still virgins and only do it with one person, in military position, for fifteen years and then get divorced."

I looked at her. Yikes.

"Some people never, ever talk about it."

Double yikes.

"So you have a unique opportunity here," Heather said.

"But we don't want you to rush," Evan said.

"But I want to rush," I said.

"It's better if you don't," Jean-Luc said.

I sighed loudly. They laughed.

"Can I have lots and lots more sex?"

They laughed again. "We really have created a monster," Evan said, and smiled.

"And maybe you should have sex with more than one person," Evan said.

We all shut up, and my head snapped around to him.

"Or not," he said.

"I'm not ready to share yet," Jean-Luc said. "Way not ready."

Evan shrugged. "I'm here when you need me."

I stared at Heather. What did she think? She didn't seem to mind. "That doesn't bother you?" I asked.

"Nope. I know who he is, and how he'll be, and how he won't. I don't have to worry."

"Amazing," I said.

"I'm not the jealous type," she said.

"Weird," I said. I put my hand out. "No offense."

"None taken. I like you. I'm cool."

Okay.

"Heath," Jean-Luc said. "You got anything for dessert?"

"Ice cream."

"Yeah!" I said.

They all looked at me. So much for sounding like an adult. I bit my lip.

Jean-Luc leaned over so his lips were near my ear. "So now I know the way to your heart."

"That's not the only way," I whispered.

He smiled.

We hung out for a while more, migrating to the porch after dinner. I ended up on Evan's lap for a few minutes, then Jean-Luc's lap.

"Come over to my place?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I think I should get home," I said. I didn't add that I didn't think my parents were ready for me to have a late night out so soon after they just got back. Actually, they probably weren't set for me to have a late night out ever. I'd have to prepare them.

Jean-Luc drove me home and gave me a nice long kiss in the car.

"Is all the sex talk making you uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No," I said. "It's just weird. I'm used to thinking of myself as really shy, and it's like I let this questioning person out of the box and all of a sudden I'm not timid at all."

"I like it, baby," he said. "I like you any way I can get you."

He gave me one more searing kiss. I got out, and he drove off.

I had a lot to think about.

Jean-Luc called me every night at about nine. He was obviously working very hard on his case. Neither he nor Evan came in to Melody's all week. Made it kind of boring actually.

At four on Friday my phone rang. It was Heather. "Want to go to dinner and a movie with a bunch of us tonight?" she asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Okay, let me figure out the time, and I'll text you. You can meet us at my house."

"Great."

I wanted to do a happy dance, but someone came in and I had to check in their bag and swipe them.

I had to go to Heather and Evan's straight from work to get there early enough. They introduced me to their friends: Julie, Zeeter, Matt, and Aaron. Apparently all four of them were in a band and were only in town for two nights. Matt and Aaron had a sort of shimmering sexual tension between them, and I wondered if they were a couple. Probably not. That's the problem with working in a sex club, taking sex lessons, and having a sex-centered summer. You begin to see sex everywhere.

Dinner was nice. Matt kept us cracking up with stupid musician jokes the whole time. 

The movie they decided on was Sin City: A Dame To Kill For. I blinked when I heard this. Really? I'm having a summer of 'learn about sex' and they pick a movie with 'sin' in the title? Apparently it was a sequel to a movie made like, when I was a toddler or something. I never saw the first movie. This movie was okay, but like everything in my life lately, a little surreal.

The best thing about the movie by far, was how Jean-Luc put his arm around the back of my seat, and how our hands touched every time we reached into the popcorn bucket at the same time. Having Evan close to me on the other side didn't hurt either.

As the credits rolled up I tried to think of all the things they said to me on Monday. It was a lot; I wasn't sure I could remember it all. But it seemed to me the first item on the list was to have more regular sex, a lot more regular sex.

I looked at Jean-Luc.

He saw me looking at him, and my facial expression must have been 'hhhhmmm I want some' because he smiled a sexy smile and raised an eyebrow. I suppressed a giggle.

Matt said he wanted to go out and hear someone else play music for once. Heather suggested a well-known bar downtown.

"Ah, I can't go," I said.

They all looked at me.

"You have to be twenty-one to get into that place," I said.

"We won't go," Evan said.

I shook my head.

"Why don't you guys go," Jean-Luc said. "I think Marcy still has some work to do for her adult education classes."

"You're going to summer school?" Aaron asked me.

Boy am I ever.

We split up in the parking lot. Jean-Luc and I got into his fancy car.

"Adult education?"

"You never heard that?" he asked.

"No," I said.

He leaned over and kissed me. "It's a euphemism for everything from learning how to pick up girls, to triple banned porn."

"Oh. And sex lessons," I said.

He smiled wide. "You better believe it."

Jean-Luc didn't break the sound barrier getting to his house, but he drove pretty fast.

When we got to his apartment, I was surprised again in how it was decorated in little clowns and glass and silver candlesticks and about a hundred figurines of tiny dancers and shepherd boys. 

"I'm still surprised by all the knick knacks," I said.

"You know knick knacks can be a euphemism for female parts," he said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really," I said. "Which ones?"

He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist, and his mouth to my ear. "Let me show you," he said.

Sexual tension sprang up between us. Was the tension almost as good as the sex?

Jean-Luc kissed me. Immediately I was lost in the goodness. I whimpered into his mouth. He kissed my neck, picked me up, and carried me to the bed without stopping his trail of kisses.




Marcy's Playground Pt. 03



"Baby," he said softly.

"More learning?" I asked playfully.

He shook his head.

"No?" I pushed away from him a little bit. "No? I feel like all of you are always telling me no."

"No..." Jean-Luc said.

"See?"

We laughed.

He kissed me again.

"No lessons tonight, baby," he said. "Just us."

"The lessons are really important," I said.

"Yeah," he said. He kissed my forehead, my temple, and then my cheek. "Sex for sex's sake is important. Sex for learning is important. But tonight, how about sex because it pulls us together, because it's an important part of a relationship. I get part of us is me teaching you, but I don't want that to be the only part."

He kissed my lips, then my collarbone.

"Sex is great, sweet star. Intimacy is priceless." 

Jean-Luc kneaded and kissed my breast through my shirt. Suddenly I understood. 

"Hey," I said.

He stopped suckling me to look up.

"It's not just sex you want to teach me, is it? It's knowing. It's knowing you. It's knowing myself. It's knowing who I could be, at my best. It's knowing who we are together."

Jean-Luc smiled wide and caressed my cheek. "Now you get it. It's knowing that we're better," he caressed my cheek, "when we touch deep." 

He rubbed his fingers over the wet patch on my shirt, zeroing in on my nipple. I arched my chest into him. 

"I want to know that when I touch you, you feel it in more places than just where I'm touching you."

He stopped touching my nipple to put a finger over my heart.

"Because you do that for me, baby. Every time."

Wow.

"None of this is what I expected," I said.

"Love never is," Jean-Luc said. He rolled me under him. The weight of his body on mine was delicious. He kissed me, and it was the slow, sensuous dance that went from appetizing to driving me wild.

He ground his hips against mine, gently. I could feel the start of his erection, still a new and wondrous sensation to me.

"Sweet star, I was thinking," he said when he broke off the kiss.

"What?" I asked.

"Your list. You don't have to do all those things. You don't have to do any of those things. You just have to wait until enough time has passed between each thing you do, before you feel comfortable enough in your skin to try something new."

"I'm comfortable enough now," I said.

He didn't say no, but I could see that doubt in his face. Instead he said, "Well, maybe I can help you get there."

Jean-Luc kissed me again. I had a moment where I felt grateful and lucky, and then I was lost in the kiss.

He rubbed his hips against me, and slid his hand between us to find my breast again. 

"I really like this," I whisper.

Jean-Luc chuckled and kept going. He rolled off me slightly, so just part of his body is over mine. He caressed his hand over my breasts in a figure eight pattern. Ooooh. I really like that. He caressed down my belly, up my sides, over my breasts again.

I reached for him and mimicked his motions, but on his chest. I had the distinct feeling that they aren't doing quite as much for him as they are for me.

Jean-Luc very slowly took off my shirt. The way he looked at me while he does it taught me something else. It's like how Evan looked at Heather. With a deep caring that resonates.

It made me feel more naked than being naked. But I trusted him.

I giggled.

"Sweet star?"

I reached up to kiss him. He turned the light out, and suddenly everything was different: all touch, no sight.

He reached under my skirt and rubbed me through my underwear. 

"Do you want me?" he asked.

"All the time," I whispered. "Like, literally, every single minute. It's gotten really bad. I fantasize about you while I'm at work. It's a good thing I work in a sex club, I'd feel really guilty if I worked a normal job."

He laughed. "I fantasize about you too, sweet star, and I've got no excuse."

Jean-Luc kissed down my body, and then pushed up my skirt. He rested his face on my thigh.

"And I'm about to make some of those things I've been fantasizing about come true."

I tensed up. What if he doesn't like me down there?

Jean-Luc came up a little, kissed my hip, the side of my waist. He dragged his face over my ribs, and I could feel the beginning of stubble on my skin. He was going so slow, rubbing his lower lip, over every inch he teased. I imagined what it would look like, the deep dusky pink of his full lip against the creamy whiteness of the places on my skin that hadn't had a chance to tan.

He pulled my underwear off, very slowly.

"Baby?"

"Yeah," I said. Oh God, I sounded breathless. 

"I'm still lucky you're letting me do this," he said.

"Me too," I said, and he chuckled.

Then he was THERE. Opening me, and kissing me, and swiping up with the flat of his tongue, and sucking that whole button into his mouth—oh fuck.

A buzzing lit off in my head. Like a million fireflies kamikazing into a bug zapper at once. I started thrashing, and Jean-Luc threw his forearm across me to hold me down. I vaguely felt his other hand biting into my hip, moving my hips in circles, grinding me into his face, as I—oh shit—just dripped more and more while my body started to jerk.

I clamped my legs together around his head. It was too much. I was on overload. I couldn't take it. I shook my head in a no, no, no, against the pillow, my hair tangling up over my face, but he couldn't see.

He rasped his teeth over me and I came hard. A shattering fireball into the summer night.

And still he didn't stop.

Oh God.

My whole body shook, as if I was having an epileptic fit. I drew in a deep breath to tell him that was enough, except then I came again, softer this time, but just as powerful, and it stole my voice away.

I tried to coordinate my limbs enough to push him away, but they weren't working.

"Stop," I said.

He stopped.

And started laughing.

"You're not supposed to be laughing," I said.

He scooted up the bed to kiss me, but I automatically turned my face away. Yick.

"It's okay," he said softly. "You're beautiful."

"Yeah, but not to me," I said.

"Maybe one day you will be," he said.

* 

I snuck in late after my parents were asleep, and stayed in my bedroom very late Saturday morning, secretly hoping that they would be up and out of the house before I got up for breakfast.

No such luck.

I was tip-toeing into the kitchen when I heard my mom open the door.

"Hi Mrs. Marsden."

"Hi Bevvie."

Double ut-oh.

They both came into the kitchen. I tried to look casual as I reached for a box of Wheaties. 

"Honey, I have to run to the store. Oh, and that packet came for you." My mother pointed to the table. Big manila envelope.

She grabbed her keys off the hook and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haven't told her about banging Mr. Beautiful yet?"

"Gugh."

"You might want to tell them, because your 'getting busy glow' is going to show." Bevvie started singing, a mash-up mix of tunes. " 'Your love is like a love song, ba-bay. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Voulez-vous with the cute-poo. Hot down, summer in the city. Summer lovin' happened so fast.' "

"Shut up, Bevvie. Pretty soon you'll be singing the kids' taunt K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"That's next on my list. Oh wait, let me think. 'I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key.' "

"You're gross, Bevvie. I didn't even know that song was about sex."

"What about this one, 'Pull up to the bumper, ba-by.' "

I blinked.

"What?" she asked.

I'd never heard the song, but all of a sudden I had a feeling it had a meaning she didn't realize. Like maybe it was one of Evan's favorites.

"Nothing," I said.

"So I'm guessing you haven't told your units about Jean-Luc."

"Yeah, hell no. You're lucky I even told you."

"You didn't tell me, I guessed."

"Nosy snot," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?"

"You do that a lot," I said.

"So what's in the package?"

"Huh?"

Bevvie pointed to the envelope on the table. I looked at it. The return address was from Emory University.

I ripped it open. It was a huge amount of info, but there was one thing I was scanning for.

"I got into that new program," I said. "The freshman honors psychology path promise."

"That's great."

"Yeah, but it says here those students have to arrive three days before regular freshman orientation. That means they want me down there on August 18th."

"That's like, two and half weeks from now."

"I can't leave now, I'm just getting started."

Bevvie looked at me.

"I can't do the program. I can't."

Bevvie rolled her lips into a thin line. She crossed her arms over her ample chest.

"I'm not sure I can even go away. I'll apply to community college here. After a year I can—" 

"You are so not going to throw your life away over a guy. Even if he is like, off the hot-o-meter."

"I'm not—"

"Marce."

I sighed. She was right. But shit. 

"Bevvie? What am I going to do?"

She raised one big shoulder in a jerky shrug. "You'll long distance it, I guess."

"Jean-Luc isn't going to want to do that," I said.

"You don't know that," she said.

"You don't get it," I said. "He's not like..." I let my sentence trail into nothing. I was going to say he's not like normal guys you meet in normal places.

"He's not like what?"

"I don't know. Everyone knows long distance relationships don't work anyway."

"Marcy," Bevvie said. She opened her arms, and I hugged her.

"What the hell am I doing?" I said into her chest. "I don't, I mean I just, the whole thing is, what do I even feel? It's wild."

She pushed me away from her, looking suddenly adult for a minute. "It's your summer after high school. You don't have to know everything."

"Yeah, but I don't know anything."

"Oh, boo hoo," Bevvie said.

I smiled.

"I'm thinking you know more than me," she said. "At least now you do." And then she wiggled her eyebrows at me comically.

"I don't know why I like you," I said.

"I share my ice cream."

*

Saturday afternoon I had to go into work. This was going to be my first evening working. I had a tiny bit of nerves. Would everything be the same?

I arrived at work at 1 p.m. Dead.

I caressed the grey cover of The Magician's Land. What would Jean-Luc say? Come to mama.

At 3 p.m. I took out my phone and checked the weather. 101 degrees. With heat index, 106. Bejeebers. I looked out the windows at the blinding sunshine. Maybe that explains why it was so dead. No one wanted to come out in the heat. I looked back at my phone. General average temperature for my zip code for August 2nd. 77 degrees. Oh, great. As long as we're close.

At 5 p.m. I got up and started pacing. Too much sitting on my ass couldn't be good for me.

Howard, the seventy-year-old, came in.

"Working off some frustration there, Marcy?" he asked. He handed me his card.

"I'm just trying to stay in shape for the day you come to your senses," I said.

He cackled.

Swipe.

In he went.

But whom was he going to play with? There was no one in there.

None of my business.

Five minutes later, Brenda came on.

Okay, that's who.

Not that I'm curious or anything. 

None of my business.

Then a group of middle-aged women came in. I waited. Nobody else. I wondered. Was Howard going to—? Naaaaaahhhh.

At 8 p.m. it started to get busy. Like busier than I had ever seen it busy. For the first time all summer I felt like I was earning my pay, as people poured in. Many of them I had met before. Some of the ones I hadn't stopped and introduced themselves, and I went through the whole 'yes I'm new' routine.

And people kept coming.

On the whole they were dressed fancier. There was more of an urgency to get in, like I was swiping people into a nightclub, instead of a country club. I didn't know how much of that was because it was later, and how much of that was because people were a little cracked after the crazy, record-breaking heat.

At 9 p.m. Mr J. relieved me.

I gathered my purse, book, and water bottle, and said good-bye. He waved in my general direction, distracted and not looking, as he swiped in a gaggle of girls who barely looked college age. 

I said good-bye again. Except then he was distracted by a phone call and when his back was turned I walked through the double doors with the other girls.

I hadn't even really meant to do it. I just sort of...went with the flow. Which in this case was following the person in front of me.

Into a sex club.

Oh shit.

The front room was hopping. There was a pulsing burgundy-red light strobing from the ceiling. The music was loud, the lyrics, 'marry her anyway', blasted over me, coming out slightly distorted from the multiple speakers around the room. The bass thumped up through my feet. People were dancing and swaying. The lights turned slightly bluish, suddenly accenting everyone's outfits.

It wasn't quite wall-to-wall people, but it felt like it to me. The crush of bodies moving. The sounds of people talking and laughing. A bubble of space around me closed, and suddenly I was staring at a mountain of backs and shoulders. God, I hated being short. 

I pushed through, heading toward the bar, when I recognized what the song was: Rude, by Magic.

I got near the back bar and I saw a stairway and ducked down and headed down the stairs, more to get away from the throng than anything.

The music faded away completely and I found myself in a wide hallway. If upstairs was nightclub this was more...expensive fancy restaurant lounge. There were couches on each side of the hallway and people were sitting on them, sipping their drinks, and apparently listening intently to each other if their body language was anything to go by.

Someone bumped into me.

I turned around.

Linda.

"Oh, hey Marcy," she said.

"Hey."

She took my arm and moved us out of the way so we weren't standing in the middle of the hallway right at the bottom of the stairs, blocking the way if someone else wanted to come down.

I looked at Linda. She reminded me a little of my mom, if my mom were also someone super cool who I could talk to.

"I've never been down here," I said. I just wanted to know what went on. Really want to know. Even if it was just a little bit. Could I talk to her? "I'm feeling a little overwhelmed," I said. "I work here and I don't even know much about well..." 

She smiled at me.

I let my facial expression look like I was questioning, because I didn't quite know what to say.

"You know what I like about this place?" she asked.

"What?"

"I feel...liked, and...cared for. I'm safe here. I can be myself here. And I can feel sexy again. Even though I'm not twenty-five anymore."

"Huh."

"You know fifty percent of our membership fee goes to charity right?"

"Ut-uh."

"Yeah. It goes to rape crisis help and sexual disease prevention education."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah. The point is, the place is someplace special and..." she trailed off.

"And what?"

"If there's somewhere not to feel overwhelmed, it's here. Everybody is about having a real connection. Where else do you get that?" 

"Oh."

"You want to come in with me and watch?" 

I blinked. Was she offering what I think she was?

"Ah, yes, can I?"

"Yeah, if it's okay with them."

Yikes! Them?

"Come on."

We walked past a few closed doors and a few open ones until we got to a room further down the hallway. I don't know how she knew which door to go into but she walked right in.

I was glad to see there were only two people in the room and that they were dressed. The woman was Brenda-Lynn, a woman about fifty-five. The man's name I couldn't remember. He was a little overweight with a balding head.

The room was done in subtle middle-eastern sultan. 

"Is it okay if Marcy watches?" 

"Just for a little while," I said. "It's for work."

"Sure," they both said.

Oh God. Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod Ohgod.

Did I say, Oh God?

Yikes-eez.

Linda sat down on the long pillowed bench next to...what was his name? Barry? And put her hand on his chest. She curled up next to him.

I watched as Linda casually toed off her shoes and tucked her legs up under her. She put her face near Barry's, and asked him, in a very low voice, how his day was. Brenda-Lynn mimicked her position, and Barry somehow paid equal attention to both of them.

Brenda-Lynn started feeding Barry slices of apples, and small pieces of cheese, and grapes, from a fancy plate on an ottoman in front of them. She leaned over him to feed a piece to Linda, and they all laughed at something Barry said.

What I saw shocked me more than the idea of me working in a sex club. It was an open intimacy I just didn't think existed anymore between old people.

They loved each other.

I mean, I guess I knew this existed, but seeing it, really seeing it was so...mind blowing.

And hot.

Fuck, really hot.

They were murmuring, their voices getting lower. I was across the room, so I couldn't really hear what they were saying, but I had a feeling that they talk had turned from work to things a little more...sensual.

Maybe part of the reason I couldn't hear them well was that I was concentrating more on their body language. The way Linda's hand's rested so comfortably on Barry's chest. How he had his arms around both of them. Brenda-Lynn's gaze. Linda's lips, so close to Barry's cheek.

Fuck.

I spaced out for a second thinking about it. Linda could be herself. I guess everyone could be himself or herself.

Brenda-Lynn was on her knees, kissing the top of Barry's head. Barry had his shirt wide open. He had more of a belly than I thought, and his chest and belly were covered with dark hair. Linda was petting his chest and kissing his neck. He looked like he was in heaven and then some.

Part of me felt like I should be disgusted, but there was something really beautiful about it. It reminded me of Heather and Evan.

They weren't just intimate and sex buddies and lovers.

They were friends.

Linda put her hand over Barry's crotch and rubbed, and he moaned. After a minute she opened his fly and took his cock out.

I should leave. Barry tilted his head back, and a small moan escaped him. My mouth opened too.

Very quietly I left.

I was breathing heavily. I plastered myself against the wall. I was glad I left when I did. I put my hand on my chest. My heart was beating rapidly. I guess the voyeur thing? For me, not so much. But, fuck, they were hot. 

I don't know what I expected happened in here, but it wasn't that. I guess in the back of my mind, I thought it was wild orgies of swingers having total crazy debauchery, hang-off-the-walls, swapping, kinky, unspeakable, dirty, wild sex. 

That's definitely not what that was.

This was hotter.

"Marcy?"

Oh shit. Mrs. J.

"What are you doing down here?"

"Ah...I was curious what goes on down here."

"Well, that varies according to the day. I guess you have a better idea now."

"Yeah," I said. "It was kind of helpful actually."

We stared at each other for a second. I gathered my courage.

"Can I ask you something? When we were in your kitchen, why did you say it wasn't a sex club?"

"Because it's a love club," Mrs. J. said.

*

"Ow, you're on my hair." 

Jean-Luc moved a little bit, and I pulled my hair out from his part of the pillow and it immediately stuck to my bare chest.

"Sex is sticky," I said.

His grin was huge. "If you do it right."

I thought back to something he said a few days ago.

"You said there were six major sex positions."

"And infinite variations there of," he said.

"What are they?"

"I think I'll show you, rather than tell you."

"Now?"

"No, not now. We just did the boom-chick-a-wow-wow. Give a guy a rest, will ya?"

I smiled. "Oh, yeah, you're an old man, I forgot. I have to take it easy on you."




Marcy's Playground Pt. 03



He slapped my thigh.

"I will tell you we've done man on top, and man behind, that's two."

Well, if that didn't get me thinking.

*

We dozed, and when I woke the Sunday afternoon light was filtering in through his bedroom window.

"I need a shower," I mumbled.

"Help yourself, I'm going to sleep a few minutes more."

The cold shower was wonderful. While I was soaping up I started thinking about the program at Emory again. I had to tell Jean-Luc about it. I fine sheen of sweat beaded up on my forehead and I turned to face the spray to let the cold water wash it off. 

I toweled dry and used the white terry cloth robe that was on a hook on the back of the bathroom door. The robe was so long on me, it looked like I was wearing a royal cloak with a long train.

"Hey baby," Jean-Luc said when I came out.

"Hey."

"What's up?" he asked when he saw my expression.

"Ah, um, ah," I said.

"What?"

He came over to me and put his arms on my shoulders.

"It's just, I um, I'm supposed to leave to go to Emory for college in two weeks and if you want, I won't go. I can apply to go to the tech instead."

"No," he said firmly.

I was both glad and crushed. He cared about my future and he didn't want me.

"It's a great school. You should go."

Tears welled up, but I blinked them away.

"We'll think of something," he said.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"Okay," he said.

"Want to have sex instead?" I asked.

"I don't want you to break my cock," he said.

"Really?"

He cracked up.

"No. But you might want to give your sacred spaces a rest. We've already had sex three times today. You could get honeymoon cystitis."

I didn't know what that was, but it didn't sound good.

"But we could have sex tomorrow, and the day after."

Now that sounded like a plan.

I really wanted to learn what those other positions were.

*

Jean-Luc was true to his word.

I should definitely start keeping a diary.

One that had a lock.

It was Saturday before I had a day off, and I walked over to Bevvie's to see if she wanted to go down to the lake with me. Thank God it was back down to beauteous temperatures again.

When Bevvie opened the door, she didn't seem exactly herself. Except that she had a bag of Snickers minis in her hand.

"What's up?" I asked.

She backed up to let me in.

"Marce, do you think you could use some of your gymnastic training stuff to help me lose weight?"

I blinked.

"Yeah, of course, you could start going to the gym with me—"

She cut me off.

"I'm too embarrassed to go to the gym."

"We could start right here," I said. "With gentle stretches and stuff."

She nodded.

"And do you think you could, like, use some of your psychology stuff you're always studying to help me with the, you know," she held up the Snickers bag, "psychological stuff." 

"Of course."

"I mean I'm so lonely."

What!

Then she broke into tears.

What!

I hugged her, getting smothered in her breasts.

"Bevvie, I can't believe you said that. We're like, best friends, how can you be lonely?"

She was crying too hard to answer.

Suddenly I thought about altruism. I had been so busy having sex, I hadn't noticed my best friend needed help. I disentangled myself from the embrace.

"We will tackle this together, Bev. Whatever you need. I'm totally here for you."

"Will you, ah, go to Overeaters Anonymous meetings with me? And sit in a meeting with me the first time? I'm scared to go by myself."

They have those?

"Sure Bev. Of course, whatever you need. Why didn't you ask before?"

She shrugged.

"Because I'm a sucky friend, that's why," I said.

"I wasn't ready," she said.

I blinked.

"You need me to go on a diet with you, I'll go on a diet with you," I said. "You need to just walk a block, then we'll do that."

She started crying again.

"You don't have to do it all at once, and you don't have to do it alone."

"It's about sex," she said.

I blinked.

"Ah, what?"

"I'm afraid. Do you think if um, I want to go to a therapist, you can help me find one?"

For some reason I laughed. Relief I think. "You 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."

*

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 sleep-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 childhood friend with your sex club friends.

Like not considering them your sex club friends any more.

Because they were your real friends.

I sighed.

"What?" they all asked me at once.

"Nothing," I said. "You guys are great, that's all."

"We know," 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, "So Marcy, you feel ready to go from pee wee football to the NFL?"

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.

"I don't know, would that included cheerleaders?"

They laughed. 

Evan stepped close, his voice low, his expression predatory.

"No."

He licked up my neck, one long, slow swipe.

"But you could imagine fantasy cheerleaders," he said, in a voice so low, so almost sub aural that the tone warped with distortion. "If that would get you through."

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.

"I'm ready," I said.

His voice was so low, I'm not even sure I heard him.

"Play ball," he said.

Evan took my left hand and Jean-Luc took my right and they very gently led me over to the tall wooden fence at the edge of the deck. Evan put the hand he held up on the flat board of the fence, and Jean-Luc put my other hand up on the fence. Evan tap-kicked one ankle where he wanted it, and Jean-Luc gently kicked the other, and pretty soon I was standing spread eagle against the wooden fence wall, a criminal in a play of my own doing.

Jean-Luc put his hand on the back of my head and angled it down. Suddenly I was a subdued, small captive, between two large men, with no idea what was going to happen next.

There was a pause, which seemed interminably long. The crickets seemed loud. I noticed the rise and fall of my chest, as I tried to steady my breathing. I stared at where the wood of the deck met the wood of the fence; they were different colors.

Evan and Jean-Luc each put one elbow high on the fence, bringing their chests and armpits close to the side of my face.

My God, I could smell them.

Evan's subtle smell of soap. Jean-Luc's smell of expensive, subtle cologne.

The smell of powerful, aroused males.

And something else.

Anticipation.

Hunger.

And also...

Oh shit.

Domination.

I didn't know that could have a smell.

But it sure as fuck did.

I started to shake.

In complete synch, they both put their hands on my lower back.

"You can stop at any time," Jean-Luc whispered in my ear.

"N-no," I said. "I want to go through with it, whatever it is. I want to experience everything. Go big."

Evan's voice, low and raspy. Menacing. "Big words from such a little, little girl."

Oh fuck.

Evan. "I've waited a long, long time for this."

Oh God, oh God, please help me through this.

Their hands started rubbing up and down my back. Up to my shoulder, down to my low back. Up and over my shoulder, down to my low back. God that felt so good. Evan's hand was slightly warmer. Jean-Luc's hand was bigger.

I sighed. It was so comforting. So nice.

Evan. Growly. "Don't get too comfortable."

Lower.

For a brief moment they both gently grazed their fingers over my outstretched arms. I realized something. They loved each other. Not sexually. More like super best friends. Or brothers. No, tighter than brothers. 

But then I couldn't think about it any more because they were rubbing my back with long strokes.

Up over my shoulder, down my shoulder blade, my low back, over my ass, up the same path, down. Up, down, cupping around the bottom of my ass cheek, back up. Not comforting any more. Hot. 

Hotter.

Evan's side. Yanked my shirt out of my skirt waistband.

Evan. "Scared little girl?"

"Yes."

"Good."

What the hell happened to the Evan I knew? I blinked. Wait. This was still him. The Evan I trusted. This was his game. He was the bad cop. Did that make Jean-Luc the good cop? I turned my head to look at Jean-Luc. He gave me a reassuring smile and gently palmed the back of my head and guided it back so it was positioned far down.

They caressed my bare skin. That same wonderful stroke of my back. Same mirrored movements in tandem. It was hypnotic. I let my eyelids float closed. Up, down. Up. Down.

Someone unhooked my bra.

Up. Down.

Jean-Luc nuzzled my neck.

Someone tucked my skirt up into the waistband. Whoa, that left my rear end like right out there. Was I wearing good underwear? Um. Like, plain white ones. No. White ones with the little ruffle frill across the butt. Would they think that was sexy?

Then Evan bit my neck and there went the self-conscious panty train.

Everything sped up.

Jean-Luc's hand on my breast; Evan's hand on my back. Evan's hand on my breast, Jean-Luc's hand on my breast. The thought occurred to me they must have done this a hundred times, their hands moving in perfect harmony, driving me crazy, hands, hands everywhere, kneading, nipping, scratching biting. Two hands on each breast, oh God, hurry—more—my skin started to...sear it was heating up so fast. They were rubbing my nipples between their fingers, rolling them, pulling them, pinching them.

I moaned.

"That's it, little girl, make noise for me."

"Unh."

Jean-Luc, ducked under my shirt to suckle my nipple. Evan kissed and licked down my spine. At least, I think it was Jean-Luc at my breast and Evan at my back, wasn't it?

Me. Louder.

Switch. I think. At least, now it was my left breast that was sucked into a warm, wet mouth, and the action at the middle of my back was licking, kissing, biting, and a dragging down of gentle teeth.

Yeah, that was Jean-Luc. Definitely Jean-Luc.

Right?

I opened my eyes. Except for a minute my vision was fuzzy. I thought I saw I glimpse of dark hair through the wide opening of my shirt, but I couldn't be sure.

Sharp nip on my breast.

"Oh!"

Satisfied masculine laughter from in front of me. Burning in my toes.

So, so wet. Already.

Hands on my hips from behind. Then two more from in front.

Remember to breathe. Oh please remember to breathe.

Evan. "Off with your shirt!" He whips my shirt off.

Jean-Luc. "Off with your panties."

Evan has to steady me. I'm wobbly. Jean-Luc pulls my underwear down very slowly. I step out of them. I'm still wearing my skirt. It's still tucked up in the waistband. I feel the cool breeze on my ass. I'm sweating, there's a breeze; I'm exposed. I shiver; it's not from the air.

Evan comes around from in front of me. There's a moment's pause.

Evan. "Niiiiiice."

Slap.

"Whoa!" I jump.

The slap wasn't hard. In fact, it was very light, although it made a resounding sound. But it really startled me. Evan laughed. Who the hell is he?

"Sorry baby," he said in a sarcastic voice that sounded like he wasn't sorry at all. Then I felt a kiss where the smack had been.

"Ass men," I said sarcastically.

Fist in my hair. My head was yanked back.

Evan. "I don't think you should be talking."

Gulp.

"It's okay, baby," Jean-Luc said softly.

Evan let go of my hair. There's a gentle caress of my ass. I assume that's Evan.

They go back to the very first position they were in, each with an elbow against the wall. They begin the long stroke rubbing, except now I have so much bare skin, it's totally different. And Evan's hand, on the left, is getting dangerously closer to my ass crack with each stroke.

You wanted this Marcy. You wanted to eat the world. You wanted to experience everything.

I remembered something Evan said. I won't hurt you. He did say that didn't he?

I open my mouth because I'm panting.

God, I'd kill for an ice cream cone right now. That's nerves.

Fingers very lightly feather through just the top of my butt crack. I jump.

A soft voice in my right ear. "It's okay baby. You can stop at any time."

Deep growl in my left. "Like hell."

I know I'm safe. I know it. This is part of his game. And I can admit it. The contrast is...edgy. It's turning me on.

Wetter.

One big palm rubbing down my front. One hot hand on my back. Hands on my breasts. On my ass. Everywhere.

And then, the tiniest dip into the very top of my wet cleft in front at the exact same time as a finger so gently circles the rim of my hole in back.

Oh that's a lot.

And then they do more.

A cool gel in back. What is that?

But then I forget everything because Jean-Luc has found my clit and I don't know what the hell he's doing but it's—

"Auuuugggh!"

Except then I feel a slight push at the back at my asshole and I'm struck with utter, total, complete overwhelming panic. Like five alarm earthquake nuclear war hospitalize me for anxiety panic attack level panic.

"HEATHER!!"

I hear skidding of shoes and then all of a sudden I feel a small, soft, cool hand touching my lower back.

"What's up?" she asked softly.

"Oh, nothing," I said calmly. "I was just wondering if you made something for dessert."

They all laugh.

"Your husband is a freaky freak freak."

"Oh really?" she said, with sarcasm so thick you could fill a chasm with it. "That's news to me. I've never heard that."

Jean-Luc had stopped touching me, but he sneakily went back to letting his fingers dip into my folds and he was stroking circles around the magic button, not touching it.

"Unh, unh," I said.

Heather started making small circles on my back.

And Evan started making small circles around the back door hole with his cool gelled finger. It was all too much, and yet suddenly it was all not enough.

"You can always stop," Jean-Luc said.

"No," I said firmly. "I want it."

Evan put a finger inside me and Jean-Luc gave me a hard stroke across my bud.

"Auuuggghhh!"

"Now that's my girl," Evan said.

"Oh God. The sensation is so new, and different, and weird, and in—"

"No talking," Evan said.

Jean-Luc slid one strong finger in my front, and Evan and Jean-Luc started withdrawing and pressing in, making me into some bizarre, fantastic version of that Chinese finger cuff game, except the dirty, sexy, awesome kind.

I was so glad for Heather's calming hand, rubbing small circles on my back again, because the sensations were intense. All of my blood, liquid, essence, hell, most of me was pooled in the bottom of my pelvis, like, well, like I don't know the hell what.

Jean-Luc kissed my ear. Licked it. Bit my ear lobe. My God. I think I can feel my heart pumping.

They were still keeping up that steady in and out, only Jean-Luc added another finger and was using his other hand to rub over the—

"Aaaaaggggghhhh!"

"You still need me here?" Heather asked.

I shook my head. I couldn't get the words out. But I think I'm good now. Beyond good. Oh God. Way beyond good.

"Ready for more, little girl?"

There's more?

I nodded.

Evan pushed two fingers into me. Ugh. Oh, that felt weird. What was he doing? Except then Jean-Luc did something in front and bit me.

Oh!

Yes. God yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Jean-Luc moved in front of me.

"Baby, look at me."

My head was so heavy. My eyelids were so heavy. I looked up at him.

"I love you, baby."

I looked at him.

I blinked.

I wanted to say it back to him but then Evan did something back there and my words were cut off.

Jean-Luc reached down and unzipped his pants.

He bit his lower lip for a second and then let it go.

"So little girl," he said in a light teasing voice, obviously making fun of Evan. "Would you like to see my cock?"

I nodded vigorously. Oh yeah.

Evan stuck three fingers in behind me. I cried out.

"I'll distract you, baby," Jean-Luc said.

He took his cock out. It was huge. That'll distract ya, all right.

Jean-Luc pumped his cock twice and put a condom on. Evan pulled his fingers out. 

Jean-Luc lifted me easily and impaled me onto him.

"OH!"

"Position number three," Jean-Luc whispered in my ear. "Standing up."

"Oh God."

Jean-Luc grabbed my hips and ass and rocked me away from him and back into him.

"Oh," I moaned. "It feels so good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"I love you too. J.L. I love you, I love you, I love you. I do."

He laughed.

I felt the tip of something cool against my back door. A low growly voice in my ear. "Have any love to spare for me, sweetness?"

"Yes," I breathed.

I felt a tiny push from behind.

But then Jean-Luc took all my attention, making love to me with his whole body. The buttons of his shirt were rubbing hard against the center of my chest, his hands gripping hard on my hips and ass, his cock thrusting hard in my core.

Then I felt a hard push from behind and Evan was all the way in.

I cried out.

They both stopped.

There was a buzzing in my ears. Blood flow pounding everywhere. A tightening in my lower back. I was sandwiched tight between their big bodies. It felt safe and incredibly dangerous all at once.

Still none of us moved. 

The sensation of fullness was overwhelming.

They were both inside of me. And not just in my body either.

"No turning back now," Evan said from behind me.

And then they were both moving. Pulling in and out in exact synchronized rhythm. I felt their hard lengths almost touch and bump inside me, like they were connecting through me on some deep level, the three of us some deep cosmic chain. I was giving from the core.

"Unh, unh, unh." The high screaming. That was me.

Then I stopped breathing for a minute. Just stopped. And somehow that sent me into another kind of high.

Jean-Luc must have noticed, because he jostled me. I opened my mouth wide and air whoosed in, a huge rushing torrent expanding my lungs like a raging river. I looked up right into Jean-Luc's eyes and the intensity magnified our souls locking in together even more.





Marcy's Playground Pt. 03



He kissed me even more deeply, devouring me, and then licked my lower lip.

They withdrew and slid in. A congruence of everything right in the Universe getting faster and faster. Out and in, in and out, out and in. A tingling started up my toes, burning up my legs, running, zooming, tackling, bursting every cell and turning me to stardust.

This is what Evan meant. Total domination.

They owned me.

I'd do whatever they wanted.

As long as they didn't stop.

Jean-Luc or Evan, I don't know who, snaked one hand between our bodies and worked my clit mercilessly. I threw my head back and screamed. 

I came so hard, I saw stars. A million, white-light sparklers crashing into me and breaking me apart.

And putting me back together a better person.

What was it Jean-Luc said? We're better when we touch deep.

But even that didn't begin to cover it. It could feel them even more now. Pumping in and out of me. Ripples of little aftershocks were squeezing them and shaking me to my core, physically, emotionally. Psychically.

And still they didn't stop.

If anything, my orgasm set them off and they started hammering harder.

I was floating. I pink, wispy, swirl of cotton candy rushing through me everywhere, sweetening my legs, my dripping core, my nipples, my forehead, my tongue.

My hair plastered to my cheek, Jean-Luc's shoulder, probably Evan's neck, even into my mouth as I moaned. 

My soul lifted out of my body and I looked down on the three of us.

We were gorgeous. 

The most primal, amazing, sexy, Godlike thing I'd ever seen.

I wanted it to last forever.

I looked at Jean-Luc and realized he had a heart the size of Indiana. Bigger. And Evan was magnifying it.

Jean-Luc let out a huge shout, which must have been heard in Canada for God's sake, and came into me so hard I thought I felt it through the condom. Evan pounded into me for a few seconds more, but I had collapsed into Jean-Luc, a bag of loosely joined cells, a wet noodle so over cooked it was possible it may never be palatable for consumption again.

Evan slammed into me with a grunt and stopped. He hugged Jean-Luc and me tight.

"Touch down?" I said weakly.

They both laughed.

"Repeat?"

They both laughed again.

"Going away present?" I said. My voice came out scratchy and soft.

"How about a see you again soon present," Evan said with the care and love and trust in his voice that I had always felt.

Evan pulled out. The emptiness felt weird.

Jean-Luc very carefully pulled out and set me down. I leaned against him. I didn't know what to say.

Evan very gently brushed my stray, sweaty hairs back into place.

"You okay sweetness?"

"Better than words can possibly describe."

A soft, satisfied chuckle. I'm not sure from whom.

Gentle hands were patting down my back. Totally different from the pre-game plan stroking.

"Baby?" Jean-Luc.

"Hhhmmm?" I was in a stupor. I wasn't even sure my hearing was working totally.

"I'm not sure whether on not this is a good time to discuss this."

"Um, if it can wait, it probably should, I'm pretty wiped. You guys really know how to bore a girl into submission."

They laughed.

"Or bore a girl into submission."

More chuckles.

"So, yeah. Men, 1,000. Hearing, zero."

"All right sweet star. I have some possible ideas for going forward. But we'll talk about it later."

I had a vague thought, later when? But I was too wiped to think clearly.

I felt lips brush against my ear.

Sexy masculine voice. "I could carry you home, cradled against my chest. Little slip of a thing like you."

"Don't get cocky just 'cause you're cute and you can help Mr. Gorgeous give me the most mind-blowing sex anybody in the known world ever had." I said. "But yeah, I can't make it home on my own."

"That's my girl," Evan said.

*

We were packing my dad's SUV with the last of my stuff to take to school when Jean-Luc showed up.

I had a brief moment of panic. Oh no! I'd have to introduce him to my parents. Then I thought. So what? I had grown a lot over the summer. Enough that it was okay to introduce my fabulous boyfriend to my okay, I have to admit it, pretty cool parents.

He got out of his car.

Waited.

"Hey, mom and dad. This is my boyfriend, Jean-Luc."

My dad looked kind of nonplussed. My mom blinked.

But they recovered fast. My dad shook his hand, and my mom actually hugged him. I expected them to do the 'what do you do for a living?' and 'aren't you a little old for Marcy?' thing, but they didn't.

"Ah, do you mind if I talk to Marcy for a minute?"

"No problem," my mother said graciously. 

We walked down the block a little. Toward Bevvie's house actually.

"Hey sweet star," he said sheepishly.

"Hey handsome."

"How you feeling today?"

I smiled at him. I'm pretty sure my smile could provide mega-watt light up power for half of Indiana.

"That's good," he said.

"Anyway..." he said. He seemed kind of nervous. He always struck me as super confident, hottie rock star guy. What could make him nervous? "Anyway, anyhow, I was thinking..." he toed the ground a little and stared at his shoe for a minute before looking at me.

"Well. My law firm has an Atlanta office. I asked them if I could transfer there, on a temporary basis. All my cases are national. I do most of my work by phone anyway."

My eyes peeled wide and my face lit up.

"So, if you'd be interested, I could move down to Atlanta and work from there. We wouldn't have to move in our anything. I figure you're planning on living in a dorm, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on the college experience. But I could get a place really close to the college, and if you want we could keep seeing each other. I mean, if you want."

I jumped into his arms.

He swung me around.

"Is that a yes?"

"That's a YES!"

He laughed.

"Oh my God. I never thought that would happen. I mean, I didn't even think you'd want to date me date me, being that you were..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What?"

"I was going to say, such a handsome player and all."

"I'm not a player, Marcy."

"Well, I know that now."

"I'm just a freaky perv. But, I'm a one girl freaky perv. If you're the girl."

I smiled.

"Good thing too. If I didn't go into a sex club I might never have met you."

"It's not a sex club," I said. "It's a love club."

*





Marcy's Playground Pt. 01



I wondered how much it cost to belong to the club. I'm pretty good with computers, and there was a sleek fancy-looking computer on my desk. When I checked people in, a huge screen came up on them, but everything except their first name was encrypted. Blanked out squares. I couldn't even see what the fields of information were. There was lots of info though. Lots. Pages and pages of info on each member. 

I remember Mr. J. saying discretion was essential. Well, not like I had much to tell.

Except about Evan. But who would I tell, Bevvie? No way. She didn't even know the name of this place, and I was sure going to keep it that way. Bevvie can keep a secret as well as I can, but can you imagine me bringing it up? 'Oh, Bevvie, by the way your next door neighbors own a hubba-hubba mansion, and you know that cute guy from our neighborhood...' Nope.

Besides, if I mentioned his name I would probably blush red from my neckline to the roots of my hair. I would never tell anybody this, but he was entering my thoughts pretty often at random times. And they weren't PG thoughts either. 

Not that I would have any idea what triple X thoughts would be like, but I was definitely into R territory. Oh God, even thinking about that my face started to heat up.

A woman of about sixty came up to the desk.

"Are you all right, dear? You look a bit flushed?"

"Hot flash," I said. Really? At eighteen? It was the first thing that came to my mind. Swipe.

Thank God she didn't say anything.

If there was one thing I learned at this club it's that it is not just for the young or beautiful people.

Apparently everybody wants sex.

Go figure.

I had the weekend off. Hello lake. Hello red, white, and blue bikini. Hello shady tree. Hello beach read. Yeah! Summer.

Monday morning I reported back to work at 10 a.m.

At noon Evan showed up. A tall, gorgeous man with slightly wavy, dirty-blond hair came in right behind him and clapped him on the shoulder hard enough it made a sound.

"Evan, you ready to rock and roll?"

He laughed. "Always."

"Hey Marcy," Evan said.

"Hi."

Evan looked at the guy. "J.L., have you met Marcy yet?"

I jerked, and thought I would fall out of my chair. Holy shit he was hot. Like, thousand degree heat wave hot.

"I haven't had the pleasure," he said. His voice was deep and resonant. He held his hand out for me to shake. When I touched his palm some essential functions short-circuited. Probably in an attempt to reroute all available energy to my central processing core.

The zing felt hot enough that I worried a transformer would blow out somewhere and kill people's air-conditioning in three counties.

Yeah. It's hot in here.

His eyes were an amazing shade of turquoise, like a harnessed gem of Caribbean ocean boring a hole right through me. He didn't let go of my hand.

Evan pulled him away from me. "Easy, man," Evan whispered. "She's my neighbor, back off."

"Tell me there's more room in that neighborhood," he said.

"Can it, you viper. Card."

Evan handed me both of their cards.

Swipe, swipe.

Evan grabbed the other guy's shoulders and frog-marched his friend toward the doors. His friend was still looking over his shoulder at me.

I watched them as they disappeared through the double doors. Scrumptious. Sigh.

I looked at the computer. The other guy's name was Jean-Luc. Jean? Oh, it was pronounced sort of like John, but with a slightly soft 'J' sound. It fit him. Kind of exotic and larger than life. There was something about him. A sort of 'it' factor that made me think of superstars, rock icons, and flashing strobe lights. Or no, maybe lions thundering across the plains, desperate to get something that had caught their attention.

Evan was cute. Jean-Luc was...heart stopping.

I tried to look busy when they came out. They waved. I had a warm and fuzzy feeling watching them go. Was it because I hoped I'd see them again?

Next time Evan was there I didn't hear him come in. He slid a book under my nose. I looked up. I looked down. It was the brand new Jodi Picoult novel. I looked up at him again. 

He gave me a smile. God, he had a gorgeous smile. Thoughtful, understated.

"Oh, gosh, thank you. I've been looking forward to this. I'll give it back as soon as I finish."

"No Marcy," he said quietly. "It's a gift."

He handed me his card. Swipe.

"Oh, wow, thanks."

"No problem."

No one's ever given me a book. Wow. 

I held the book to my chest as I thought about the differences between Evan and Jean-Luc. I didn't know them well enough to really know. It seemed like...I don't know, Evan was more Bach and Jean-Luc was more Lady Gaga I guess. 

I spent a lot of time thinking about Evan and Jean-Luc while I was sort of reading. They were distracting. Sometimes I had to read the same paragraph over a few times.

Melody's was closed for July 4th. Bevvie and I went down to the lake and sat under our favorite shade tree. Usually our spot was pretty secluded, but it was the fourth of July. The smell of grilled hot dogs and hamburgers made me feel starving even when I'd already eaten. Sigh. If I kept eating the way I'd been lately I doubt I'd be wearing a bikini next summer.

Could it be that I was hungry all the time because I really wanted sex?

Nah.

I read the book Evan gave me, finished it late at night to the sound of firecrackers. I wondered if I should buy Evan a book. 

Work was back to normal on the 5th. I was spacing out at Melody's, again. It was a very slow morning that eventually yielded a few stragglers. I brought my favorite J.R. Ward book to work, but I wasn't concentrating. I hate to say it, but I was watching for both Evan and Jean-Luc.

Last time Evan snuck up on me, but this time I saw him coming. Evan was walking up the grand steps. Jean-Luc was only a few feet behind him. I could see them clearly through the glass door. 

Jean-Luc put one hand on the door handle and used the other to clasp Evan on the shoulder. I missed the first few words of the sentence, but as Jean-Luc opened the door, I heard him, "...ward to goin' in through the back door?"

Evan laughed hard at that. "You know it."

Huh?

They walked to my desk.

"Hey Marcy," Evan said.

"Hi."

Swipe, swipe.

I watched them go in.

There's a back door to this place? Is Mrs. J. checking in people, and I don't know it? You think she would have told me. Hhm.

A whole swarm of people came in after that, and I didn't have time to think about it. Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe. Everyone was laughing, and they hadn't even gotten in yet. There's one thing to say about this job. Lots of happy people.

I was driving home, sort of zoning out and enjoying the scenery of the drive and thinking how weird it was that there'd be another door to Melody's. And why would Jean-Luc say that when they were already walking in the front? That didn't make any sense. I tried to think back.

"Goin' in through the back door?"

Loud laugh. "You know it."

I just didn't get it. I replayed it in my mind. I couldn't make sense of it. At all. Wait.

HOLY SHIT! Did that mean what I think I meant?

Nah.

But what else could it mean?

I drove the next few miles in a daze. Then another thought popped in my head. Were Evan and Jean-Luc a couple?

I mean, would Jean-Luc say something like that if they weren't?

Hhhm. I mean... that would be a pretty forward comment for someone to make otherwise. Wouldn't it?

I thought about the shimmering tension I felt when Evan stood next to me when we were alone. And the book. How Jean-Luc looked at me. Evan pulling him away. Maybe I misread all that. Or... could it have been jealousy? Maybe they were both bi? I mean, it's a sex club, right? 

Or maybe none of it meant what I thought it meant.

God. There was nobody I could talk this over with, for sure.

And... now, for real, I had something I needed to be discreet about.

Hhhm.

Well.

I think I have a tag line now.

It's none of my business.

But boy, am I curious.

Next day at work was the most dead I'd seen it. I started on the new Susan Mallery book.

That night I stopped at Zen Sushi for dinner. I heard a voice from over on my left side. "Marcy?"

I turned. Oh no. Evan.

I blushed. "Ah, hi."

"Hi." He was sitting at a booth. Already eating sushi. I walked over. God, this was awkward. What do you say to a guy who, um, yeah. I looked at the table. He ordered a lot of sushi.

"Ah, spicy tuna," I said just because I had no idea what else to say. "That's my favorite."

"Do you want to join me?"

My gaze bounced back up to look at his face again. That was a bad idea. Wasn't it?

"Okay, ah, sure," I said. I caught the waitress' eye to let her know I was sitting down and slid into the booth on the bench opposite him. I felt heat in my cheeks.

"So hi," I said.

He chuckled, a barely audible brook bubbling out of his teeth and bouncing over me quickly before it faded. When his quiet little laugh subsided, he was still smirking.

"Perv," I said in a very friendly way, obviously joking.

"Guilty, but hey, you work there."

Now I smiled.

The waitress came over and took my order.

She walked away, and I stared at him. The heat that had dissipated when I ordered came up again. I was so curious. 

"You look like you want to ask me something," he said.

"Ah, yeah."

"Ask away."

"Well, it's a little personal."

"Obviously. Whatever you want, go ahead and ask."

"When did you first know you were into guys?"

"What? I'm not into guys."

I stared at him. Tried to get a sense if I believed him. I did. "I thought you and Jean-Luc were a couple."

"Why?" There was a second's pause. "Because we come in at the same time?"

Well, I thought to myself, yeah, that and.

But I didn't answer.

He had a wolfish grin.

He bit his bottom lip and let it go. Even bigger wolfish grin. Raised one eyebrow.

I had absolutely no idea what that meant.

"It's none of my business," I said.

"But, you get it, right?"

"No. I have no idea."

He laughed. God he had a great laugh.

"Okay," he said. "Next question."

I blushed hard, from my neckline to my hairline. 

"Oh, this is gonna be goooood."

I choked a little.

The waitress brought me a glass of ice water. "Your order will be up in a minute."

I nodded.

Evan leaned in. "So tell me what question has you looking like that."

I shook my head.

"Come on," he said. "We're friends here. I'm dying to know what you're thinking."

"Um," I said. My throat felt like I swallowed sandpaper, and each word got squeakier. "Ah. Um. Jean-Luc said... um... something about a back door. What did he mean?"

Evan cracked up. I could tell part of his expression was, 'You heard that? I'm gonna kill him,' but mostly he was laughing at how high my voice got when I asked.

"Oh my God. How did you get this job?"

I blinked. Should I be insulted? I looked down. "Mr. and Mrs. J. are my neighbors," I said.

"And just how much experience have you had?" he asked.

"This is my first job," I said.

"That's not what I meant," he said.

Oh crap.

"Well, the answer's the same. Basically none. Well... ah... not basically. Totally."

He smiled. "That's freakin'..." he smiled wider. "Precious."

"It would be unprofessional to curse at you, right?"

"No offense meant."

"None taken." It was hard to get upset when his tone was so obviously happy and amused. And I was so... alive.

"Listen, if you want, I'd be glad to...help you out, train you, show you...everything."

My gaze snapped to his. Surely he didn't mean what I thought he meant. I stared at him trying to figure out if that's what he was saying.

Um, yeah. I think he was.

No. Surely not.

His face was completely calm. Impassive. Placid. Lake Placid. But then one corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk.

Was he offering to fuck me six ways to Sunday?

"You can't possibly be offering what I think you're offering," I said.

"Well, I'd have to double check with my wife and make sure she's okay with it first, but yeah, that's what I'm offering."

WIFE????!!!

I blinked.

Dumbfounded.

"Wife?"

"I mean, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure she'd be okay with being part of this, but obviously I'd have to ask first."

I blinked more. Furiously. Convulsively. A blinking fool. 

"Or not," Evan said. "No hard feelings."

Holy shit. I've never even been kissed. 

All learning experiences are good experiences, right? I will never, ever, get an opportunity like this again. You should jump on this, Marcy. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat. Because I couldn't talk.

"Would you like to try some of this?" he asked. He held up a piece of sushi with his chopsticks. The idea of taking something off his chopsticks was startling intimate. He brought the small piece near my mouth.

"I think I'm in shock," I said.

He smiled a huge smile, showing dimples. "Open," he said, his voice low and sexy.

I opened my mouth. He placed the piece of sushi in. 

"Savor," he said. "Roll it around on your tongue. Chew."

I did. The waitress brought my small square plate of sushi. I just stared at it. My heart was beating with a loud, fast thump-thump. I didn't think I could eat.

Evan snagged the waitress as she hustled past our table.

"An order of mochi, please."

"You got it."

I had no idea what mochi was.

I watched Evan eat the rest of his sushi. He was pretty damn sexy the way he handled his chopsticks and popped each piece of sushi in his mouth. I thought he might have been putting on a show of it for me, but I couldn't be sure.

There was no denying that I was attracted to him. Like, fiercely attracted to him. How old was he anyway? Twenty-eight? Twenty-nine? THIRTY? God, what if his wife was older than he was? No matter how much I want this, it was a bad idea. Right? I heard a sound. My brain buzzing.

I looked down at his left hand. No rings.

"How come you don't wear a wedding ring?" I asked.

"I do," he said.

He held up his left hand in the classic Star Trek 'live long and prosper' pose. There was a huge web between middle finger and his ring finger. He separated his fingers for me. A web was between each one.

"Neat-o," I said, sounding completely like a dork.

"Makes rings on this hand impossible." He put together the forefinger and thumb of his right hand and slid them over his left ring finger until they bumped into the web. He bobbed it up and down quickly a few times to show how a ring wouldn't be able to get all the way on. I could tell he meant the bobbing up and down innocently, but it looked TOTALLY obscene.

Not going there.

He held up his right hand. Completely normal. Pretty, plain gold band on his right ring finger. 

"So I wear my wedding band on the right hand is all, no big deal."

"Ah."

"Wanna know if I have webbed toes?"

"Yeah."

"You'll have to take me up on my offer to find out."

You never know a trap until after you fall in it. Right? I had a sense that I might be headed for trouble. I couldn't exactly see how. But I bit my lip. My stomach was doing gymnastic flips by itself. I put a word to the feeling.

Wary.

But also...

Hopeful?

The mochi came. It was tiny bits of ice cream wrapped up in a small something or other. 

"Hey," Evan said to the waitress. "The check, and put hers on it too," he said, nodding at my food.

"So that's mochi," I said looking at his plate.

"Good things come in small packages," he said, staring at me.

I looked down. He ate some of the mochi but left two and pushed the plate over toward me. He threw some money down on the table for the bill.

"Listen," he said and stood up. "Why don't you come over my house for drinks and dinner? My wife, Heather is a great cook. Just dinner. That's it. No pressure. No strings. Neighborly."

I looked up at him, unsure. How was it again that Venus flytraps attract their prey? I couldn't remember.

"It's up to you," he said softly. "Friday?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said.

He took out his phone. He texted. He was really fast with the texting. He took a napkin and wrote down his phone number, address, and email. His phone binged.

"Heather says Friday is fine. Seven o'clock?"

I picked up the napkin and looked at the address. "You only live two blocks from me," I said.

"That's good, that way if you get drunk I can carry you home." He leaned over and spoke in my ear, his voice low and sexy. "Easy to cradle you in my arms and carry you around; a little slip of a thing like you." He winked. "See ya Friday."

He left. I put the glass of ice water to my head.

It wasn't only the summer that was hot; I needed to cool off.

I took the glass away from my forehead and looked at it. Was the heat coming off me so hot it cracked the glass? No. It just seemed that way. I put the glass against my upper chest.

That old song, by Nelly I think, came into my head: 'I think it's hot in here. So take off all your clothes. So hot, hot, oh! Hot with a little bit of uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh.' I couldn't remember any other lyrics. I remembered thinking the song was kind of dumb when I first heard it, but now the 'hot with uh, uh,' made more sense.

Especially the grunting 'uh uh' part.

Get a grip, Marcy.

This was definitely starting out to be an adventure.

God help me.

Dinner. Just dinner.

It's a slippery slope, Marcy.

And, oh baby, did I want to slide.

Welcome to a brand new fairground. Adventure-land, candyland. The playground. For adults. 

Another song, an old song that was popular from the year before I was born popped into my mind. "I smell sex, and, candy, here..."

By Marcy's Playground.

Something Bevvie sometimes says popped into my head. 'Hey girl, it's time to start praying.'

Although I'm not sure there are enough prayers in the entire world for what seems to have been set in motion. I felt like I was watching a play with the curtain down. What was going on here?

More importantly, what did I want to go on here?

Something, oh please yes, something, anything. Please.

Friday couldn't come soon enough. I was a maraca, shaken constantly with barbed beads of excitement, nerves, fear, and anticipation. Hurry, hurry, hurry Friday. Come on, please? Friday really couldn't come fast enough.

It's just dinner. JUST. Dinner. 

Unless he was lying. It was just dinner right?

The worst thing was there was no one I could talk to about this. I couldn't talk to Bevvie, or my parents, or Mr. and Mrs. J., or any acquaintances from school. Nobody. Flying solo without a net. Thank God for my good friends Ben and Jerry.

Friday finally came around. After the longest week EVER. 

I was so nervous driving home from work, I couldn't even make it all the way home without stopping at a Dairy Queen for an emergency cookies and cream milkshake. I sucked so much, so fast, I got brain freeze. Which was helpful. Because, there was no way I was going to have sex with a married guy. Was I? No. He was going to teach me, he and his wife, they were going to teach me. They'd probably give me blow-by-blow instructions. So to speak. It would be good. It would be great. More milkshake. Nothing better than a summer milkshake. Except maybe summer sex lessons.

I got home from work, showered. Took some extra time primping. Couldn't decide what to wear. I finally decided on a retro, white with red polka dots, sort of I love Lucy dress, that had a low sweetheart neck line, short flaring skirt, and short white bobby socks and saddle shoes that I had bought to wear for a back to the 50s dance at school. The outfit didn't really make any sense to wear for a first dinner with friends, but it had a tight waistline and made the most of my tiny height and hourglass figure. 

I walked over to their house. Evan answered the door. I guess the outfit was okay because Evan let out a huge, loud, wolf whistle.




Marcy's Playground Pt. 01



"Marcy," he said. "Don't ever wear that to work. You'll never get to leave. Yowsa."

I smiled.

"Whoa. Now it's double yowsa. Forget dinner. I want dessert."

I smiled even bigger. He gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Come on in."

I walked in. I could see immediately that the plan of their house was pretty much identical to my house. I'd say it was decorated in cozy garage sale meets Pier One Imports. I liked it. 

His dogs ran into the room and almost tackled me. Holy gamoly. They were almost as tall as I was.

"This is Cuff and this is Link," Evan said.

Really weird names for dogs, but whatever.

Cuff started sniffing my crotch.

"SIT!" Evan said firmly. They sat.

Heather came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a small towel. She was about 5'8" with an average build and short, buttery-blonde hair cut in a pixie style. She looked about five or six years younger than Evan. She smiled at me, and I liked her immediately. 

"Hey," she said. "I'm Heather."

She came over and gave me a quick hug.

"Marcy," I said.

"I made stir-fry beef and veggies for dinner," Heather said.

"Great."

"So you're the new receptionist at Melody's."

"Yup. But I've never been inside."

They both looked at me and their eyes popped out a little.

I shrugged and raised my hands up in a 'what can I tell you' gesture. "I peeked into the front room once, but it was empty."

"You ever been there?" I asked Heather.

"Twice, but it's not my scene."

"Oh."

That was the only time we mentioned Melody's. 

Heather was studying to get her master's in library sciences. So she immediately went up about a thousand points in my book. As a book person I'm extremely fond of librarians. And as it turned out, Evan met Heather in a library. They both had read almost all of my favorite authors. When the conversation turned to TV and movies, I found out that they liked Star Wars, Star Trek, Breaking Bad, Big Bang Theory, and The Walking Dead.

They were also Dallas Cowboy fans. Woo-hoo. 

Dinner was delicious. 

Afterwards we sat on their backyard porch, and Heather served brownies she made from scratch. 

I expected the conversation to turn to sex.

It never did.

At around 10:30 p.m. there was a natural lull. It seemed like I should get up and go home.

"Thank you both," I said. "This was one of the best evenings I've had in a long time."

"We'll walk you home," Evan said.

They did. They each gave me a peck on the cheek and that was that.

Kind of anticlimactic really.

I had the weekend off.

Monday, right before noon, Evan came in with Jean-Luc a few seconds behind him. Jean-Luc was roughhousing with him, bumping the side of his arm into Evan's shoulder. Jean-Luc was broader, more classically handsome, dressed in more expensive clothes. Evan had more of a sweet-sensitive intelligent air about him. Evan leaned over my desk and gave me a peck on my cheek. Jean-Luc gave me a big smile. I thought it might have a little bit of a friendly leer to it, and I wondered what, if anything, Evan had told him.

Swipe, swipe.

Jean-Luc clapped a hand on Evan's shoulder and raised his eyebrows. Evan smiled. Evan brushed his fingers over my hand. "See ya on the way out, Marcy."

"Yup."

They went in. I twisted around and watched their asses as they passed through the double doors. Nice.

I thought back to Zen Sushi. What was it that Evan had said? I couldn't remember. Something. I wracked my brain. 'But you get it, right?' No. I did not get it. What was I missing?

Hhhhmmmn.

They looked very happy and relaxed when they came out.

Jean-Luc left but Evan hovered at my desk, waiting while I swiped someone in.

"Come to our house for dinner on Wednesday?"

"Uh, okay," I said.

"Seven?"

"Sure, I guess. See ya then."

He left. I opened my book and stared at it, unseeing. What the hell was going on?

What did I want to go on?

Tuesday Melody's was dead.

Wednesday rolled around. I wore a faded Dallas Cowboys T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts to dinner. Heather served potato salad and some bean dish. The dogs sat by my feet, hoping I'd drop something. I didn't. Heather and Evan talked a lot about current events and politics, and I mostly listened. I don't know anything about that stuff. It was interesting though.

We went out on the porch afterwards.

I expected the conversation to turn to sex.

Nope.

Maybe they were waiting for me to turn the conversation to sex.

Hhhm. 

And then, pretty much exactly like last time, at around 10:30 there seemed to be a natural lull. Oh well. I looked around. Definitely that lull feeling. I stood up.

Maybe they were just trying to build, ah, rapport or something. Jeesh that could take, like, forever.

"Ah, hey guys, when are we going to talk about sex?"

They laughed.

"When you're ready," Evan said.

"I'm ready."

"No you're not."

Heather tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

"I'll be ready next time," I said.

"Maybe," Evan said.

They walked me home. Pecks on the cheek.

Well this sucks. So much for candyland.

Now that I started on this path, I wanted everything to happen right away. I wanted to learn what everybody made such a big fuss about, and I wanted to learn it now. Kiss me, teach me, ravish me, damn it!

Sigh.

Saturday morning on my way into work I saw Evan walking Cuff and Link. He was eating an ice cream pop. I stopped and rolled down my window to talk to him.

"Isn't it a little early for ice cream?" Of course this was a little hypocritical, or maybe a lot, coming from me, but he didn't know that.

"It's not ice cream; it's frozen yogurt," Evan said. "Everyone knows that yogurt is a legitimate breakfast food."

We smiled at each other and he shrugged. 

It was sort of weird, this absolute trust and comfort I had around Evan. If I thought of how sometimes you had a sixth sense about someone who gave you the creeps, it was like Evan had the absolute complete opposite effect. A sixth sense that gave me the 'okays'.

He offered me a bit of his frozen yogurt popsicle, but I was worried that leaning over I might drip or spill it and get some on my dress, so I just shook my head.

"I can't stay and talk," I said. "I'm on my way to work."

"Off to the den of iniquity?" 

I never understood that phrase. "Off to the den of something," I said.

He laughed, and I gave two quick toots of my horn. I closed my window and sped off. That was a nice treat.

I didn't see Evan again until Monday.

Monday Jean-Luc arrived before Evan. He hitched one hip up and sat on the corner of my desk.

"Hi, Marcy," he said and smiled a friendly smile. He had a nice smile. The button-down, light-blue dress shirt had a fancy cut that showed off his broad chest and shoulders. He had Hollywood movie star good looks and looked like he knew it.

"Hey," I said.

"What'ya reading?"

I held up my book. Janet Evanovich. "She's one of my favorites."

"Never heard of her," he said.

He leaned closer to me. My temperature spiked, and my mouth went dry. "I love to read, too," he said softly. "I think intelligence, and the ability to lose yourself in a story, is hugely sexy."

Evan came in.

"Hey, J.L., stop hitting on my girl."

"I'm not hitting on her."

"You hit on anything that moves."

"Hey, that's not true."

"You're not hitting on her?" Evan asked.

"I'm not hitting on her... yet."

"Come on, pervert, and get your ass off her desk." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Hi, babe."

Swipe, swipe.

"Have a good time," I said.

They both leered at me.

I stared at their asses when they walked through the double doors.

Someone cleared her throat.

"Oh my God, sorry." It was Jane, a regular who was about fifty.

"Don't blame you, those boys are fine. A little out of my age range, but fun to watch."

I blushed.

Swipe.

I buried my nose in my book. It got busy. Mostly women in their mid-twenties. Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe.

Evan and Jean-Luc came out. They were laughing and talking. They stopped talking when they saw me. Evan bent down, his mouth near my ear.

"Dinner at my house tonight?" His voice was low and sexy.

I nodded.

"Jean-Luc's going to be there. You okay with that?"

My gaze flipped up to him. Panic.

"Just dinner?" I squeaked.

They both smiled.

"Just dinner," Evan said.

"Okay," I said.

"See ya at seven." Evan kissed my cheek, and then they were gone.

Holy crap. If him kissing my cheek was this hot, I was never going to be able to withstand lessons on how to make out. Maybe I should get a book on it or something. But of course I wouldn't be able to find a book on it between the time I got off work and had to be at Evan and Heather's house.

I decided on a bright yellow mini skirt, a loose black top, and three-inch high heels. I snuck some rum out of my parents' cabinet and had a fortifying sip. I drove the two blocks in order not to have to walk in the heels. I figured I was still under the alcohol limit and could make the two block drive okay.

I was walking up the path to their house at the same time Jean-Luc pulled up.

I waited for him.

"Hey, you look nice."

"Thanks."

I decided he might be a little more forthcoming than Evan. "You going to tell me what you do there?"

"Every sordid detail."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if you want to know."

I nodded. Yes. I wanted to know.

Evan let us in. Kiss on the cheek for me. Manly-type hug for Jean-Luc where only their shoulders touch. 

Cuff and Link ran into the room. They jumped up on Jean-Luc. Standing on their hind legs they were almost as tall as he was. He laughed.

"Down!" Evan said firmly. They got down.

Dinner was home-made lasagna. Jean-Luc was some big mucky muck lawyer. Conversation mostly centered around Heather's studies. After dinner was over we all went to sit out on the porch.

There were only three chairs out there, wooden deck chairs, ones they call Adirondack chairs I think. They each sat in one, and Evan pulled me down onto his lap. It didn't seem that weird to me; whenever there's a shortage of space in a car or something I'm always the one who ends up sitting in someone's lap because I'm so small. 

Conversation turned to very responsible, grown-up sounding things, something about drafts and briefs Jean-Luc had to write for work or something. Evan wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled down, sort of spacing out against his chest as conversation swirled around me. 

After a while that conversation died out, and Jean-Luc looked at me and said, "So Evan tells me you've never actually been inside Melody's."

"Nope," I said.

"You're missing out," he said.

I shrugged. "Maybe, but I get the feeling that Mr. and Mrs. J. would prefer if I didn't go in."

Although I really, really want to.

"Bet you're curious though," Jean-Luc said.

I perked up. "Like you wouldn't believe."

They all chuckled a little bit.

"I can't even begin to imagine what might go on in there. I mean I have like, a million questions, but of course it's not like I can ask anybody."

"You can ask me," Jean-Luc said. "Go ahead, ask."

I looked down, suddenly timid.

Evan jostled me a little bit.

"Marcy, if there's anyone who's not shy it's J.L."

"Okay," I said and looked up at Jean-Luc. "What do you do in there?"

"You ever had anal sex?"

I jumped out of Evan's arms so fast I actually vaulted up and over the chair arm, launching into the air, twisting, and coming down three feet away, showing that all my years of gymnastic lessons were not wasted.

"WHAT? No! I've never even had regular sex."

"What?" Jean-Luc said and his eyebrows went up. "Come to Papa," he said firmly and patted his own lap. "Never had sex? Oh yeah," he growled and patted his lap again. "Sit over here this time. Come on, gimme some sugar." He extended both arms out toward me and wiggled his fingers in a come hither gesture.

"What? Hell no."

"J.L. stop, you're scaring her."

"I'm just playing with her."

"Well stop."

Heather touched my arm, and I jumped. I didn't realize when I flew out of Evan's lap I landed so close to her chair.

I was looking from Jean-Luc to Evan to Heather trying to control my panic. I had asked Jean-Luc what he did there, but he answered my question with a question. And he pointed at Evan when he did it.

Heather touched my elbow again, she gave me a gentle tug, and I sat down in her lap. I had a feeling they were all laughing at me.

"Evan and Jean-Luc are definitely ass men," she said. 

They looked over at us.

"In every way," Jean-Luc said.

"I thought only gay guys had anal sex," I said.

They all cracked up.

"Why?" Evan asked.

"Why what?" I asked.

"Why did you think that?"

"Well...well...ah...you know...ah...I thought that if there was a you know, 'down there' to put it in, that's where straight couples put it."

"God Evan, she's adorable," Jean-Luc said. "Share."

Evan shrugged. "It's up to her."

What?

My eyes bounced from one guy to another and back like I was watching a professional ping-pong game on super speed. 

I thought back to Zen Sushi, 'But you get it, right?' Ut-oh. 

I had a stomach tightening, heart-stopping worry that I had an inkling.

Jean-Luc stared at me, giving me serious bedroom eyes. "Most women are a little trepidatious to try back door activities."

"That IS what you meant by back door!"

They all cracked up.

Jean-Luc continued, "But once they try, most women really, really like it, maybe love it, and don't want to give it up. Some just occasionally as a treat, or some as often as they can get it. Which one are you going to be?"

I stiffened up.

For a second I stopped breathing. Oh my God, what now?

"But not all women like it," Heather said.

I twisted around to look at her.

"Do you like it?"

"Not so much."

I looked over at Evan. "That's why you go, isn't it?" Suddenly the insight was as clear as a lights flicked on in a dark room. "You go to get that one thing you really like that she doesn't."

Evan nodded.

I turned to look at Heather. "And you let him go because you love him, but not that."

Heather nodded.

"As long as I know what he's doing and where, to me it's not cheating because it's not behind my back. I don't want him to leave me, or be only 95% satisfied with me, because there's something he really likes but can't have. And I really don't like it enough to want to do it. To me it just sort of feels like having a big poop in there that I wish was out." 

"Eeew."

"But most people don't feel that way. And I love Evan. If there are people who can make him happy with this one thing, and a place he can go and have it, then I want him to."

I looked from Heather to Evan and back. She was looking at him with love. 

"I...ah...guess I can understand that."

"Hey, it works for us. Emotionally he's all mine."

"Okay," I said drawing the word out. "I'm still sort of trying to wrap my head around this, but I think I get it." I looked at Jean-Luc. "What's your excuse?"

"I'm freaky," he said.

I stared at him. He smiled a killer smile.

"Yeah," Heather said. "Watch out for him. Don't let that polished veneer and good looks fool you. He'll eat you alive."

"That's what I'm hoping for," Jean-Luc said.

"Anyway," Heather said, ignoring him, "I knew you didn't have a lot of experience, I mean Evan said he wanted us to help you out, telling you or showing you anything you wanted to know, but I didn't know you had THAT little experience. This whole thing is probably too much for you. We can just forget about it."

"She has to start somewhere," Jean-Luc said.

"I mean, have you even had a boyfriend before?" Heather said with scarily accurate insight. "Heavy petting, all the bases, been kissed?"

I didn't want to answer any of that.

"Listen, I know I'm young, but like Jean-Luc said, I have to start somewhere."

I slid off Heather's lap and went to kneel in front of Evan. 

"I...I..."

He put his hands on either side of my face.

"I trust you," I said. "There's stuff I just can't learn from books. When you do this...ah...anal sex thing, Jean-Luc watches you, right?"

Pause. The tiniest hint of an almost smile from Evan.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"So you trust him."

"Yeah."

"I don't want to just sit here and talk, and talk, and talk about this," I said. I held my breath for a second, not even sure where to go next. 

"So you know everything there is to know," I said to Evan, and paused for another second. "Like... whether it would be safe for me to be with him or not."

A hot, moist, wind blew by at that second, but I felt like it was a tsunami that raised all of our temperatures to boiling.

"I could stay around," he whispered, "make sure it's okay."

Holy fuck.

"Me too," Heather said.

I turned around and looked at Jean-Luc. He put his hands up in an 'I'm game for anything gesture'. "Whatever makes you comfortable, Marcy. I want to show you every ravishing, depraved, hot, hard, gentle, soft, loving, fast, slow, blazing perverted thing ever invented and a few that haven't been thought of yet. Whatever makes it best for you. If you want Heather and Evan in the next room, if you want Heather holding your hand, if you want to videotape it and have it as your screensaver, whatever you like, whatever you need, I'm up for it."

I tried to figure out if he was horn-dog weird or just sweet and eager. I decided on sweet and eager.

"Marcy," Heather said. "Most girls lose their virginity with a much older guy who isn't really that nice. You couldn't ask for nicer guys that Evan and Jean-Luc. I'm already sharing Evan with the girls who go to Melody's, granted, pretty much only for back door activities, but still."

She paused. I wasn't sure where she was going. I was too nervous to really think straight.

I stared at her. I twisted around and stared at Jean-Luc. I stared at Evan. All of a sudden I think I got where she was going.

"I don't think there could be a better introduction to this in the world than what you could get from these two," Heather said. "Listen, we'll do it in stages. Little bit more and more each night. I can be there the whole time."

"Any time you don't like it, we'll stop," Evan said softly, petting my hair.

"Absolutely," Jean-Luc said.

We were all silent. I heard crickets. They were suddenly incredibly loud.

"Or not," Evan said.

"You have to want it as much as we do, as I do." Jean-Luc said.

I teared up. "I want it as much. Maybe more."

Jean-Luc smiled a huge wolfish smile. I didn't know a guy's smile could get that big. "Game. On."

"Am I ah...perv? That I want Heather to watch the first time?"

"No," Evan said.

"Yes," Jean-Luc said, with a huge smile in his voice. "Freaky. I like it. Bring it on. Come here, baby."

"Chill out, Jean-Luc," Heather said. "Let's go inside."

We all got up. 

"You want some water?" Evan asked.

"Yes, please." And like an entire freezer of Bryers. Nerves.

He got me a glass of water, and I drank.

"Okay, why don't you and Jean-Luc go stand over there," Heather gestured to the wall in the living room near the entranceway to the kitchen. "Evan and I will go over to the couch. And if you have any questions, just ask."

Evan and Heather sat on the couch, their knees touching. He smiled at her, and then briefly stroked her short hair. He looked down at her lips, up at her eyes, down at her lips. It was amazing to watch. I'd seen people kiss in movies, but seeing Evan and Heather together, live, feeling their energy, was something different altogether.

Then he tilted her head, moved in slowly. He gently brushed his lips against hers, and then he kissed her. I touched my fingers to my own lips as they tingled, as if I felt Evan's lips brushing me there. My mouth opened slightly of its own accord, and I kept dragging my fingers over my lips, feeling the difference in texture between the chapped dryness of my lower lip, and the moist, soft, plumpness of the upper. 




Marcy's Playground Pt. 01



Jean-Luc stepped behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. Then he opened his legs wide, so he stood much shorter, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have him behind me, his front to my back. His body around me. As if I were protected, cared for.

"Does it bother you?" I asked. "That I'm so short?"

"No. Not at all."

"But the height difference, you have to bend over and everything."

He put his mouth to my ear, his voice husky, "I like it." 

As Bevvie would say, 'Summer just got hotter.'

Heather stopped periodically to give instructions on kissing. She said to let a guy's tongue dance with yours, whatever that meant.

"Want to try it?" Jean-Luc whispered in my ear.

I gulped. God yes, and oh no.

"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, bro," 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 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? 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 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.





Marcy's Playground Pt. 01



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.

"This okay?" Jean-Luc asked.

I nodded.

We went in, and one of the doormen directed us to the restaurant. It was definitely the nicest restaurant I'd ever been in.

Dinner was really nice. Turns out Jean-Luc was an advocate for the little guy, often helping kids get medical treatments their health insurance companies didn't want to pay for.

"You don't defend rapists and murders?" I asked jokingly.

"Not unless they're personal friends of mine," he joked back.

Of course when he started asking me questions about my life, I ended up talking about football and the books I'd been reading lately. Which made me realize I had a really boring life. But it's not exactly like I could talk about my job. 

We ordered dessert, and before it came, Jean-Luc looked at me. "I'd like to get a room here at the hotel if you'd like to come up with me. Would you like to come up with me?"

I blinked. Somehow I hadn't expected that. I guess I should have, but it never occurred to me.

"No pressure," Jean-Luc said.

"I'd like that," I said.

"Okay," he said. "Wait here." He gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out.

Oh God, oh God. Breathe. It's okay. This is fine. This is good. This is what you wanted. Sophisticated and adult.

Our dessert came at the same time he came back. Instead of sitting across from me, he pulled his chair around so it was next to mine.

He picked up the fork and fed me the cake. It was surprisingly intimate, like all of a sudden we were the only ones in the restaurant, and feeding me was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. When the cake was almost finished he took a little bit of icing and put it on my bottom lip. He leaned in and kissed it off.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

I nodded.

He got up and held my hand, and I started to follow him.

"Wait, the check," I said.

"Already paid for it," he said.

Then we were in the elevator, and he rested his arm casually around my shoulders like we were a real couple. I alternated between very nervous and eerily calm. It was if my insides couldn't decide whether to be excited or freaked out, so they kept pushing fake moments of calm in there. The result was a little ping-pong bi-polar.

Was Jean-Luc nervous too? Maybe this is just business as usual for him.

"Come here often?" I said with a teasing lilt in my voice.

"First time," he said.

The room was huge. Was this the bridal suite? I turned around in a circle looking at all the luxury. There was also a bucket of champagne on ice and a plate of strawberries on the table.

"You want a drink?"

"Oh yeah. I'm thinking I need a few."

He laughed. "So I don't need to get you drunk to take advantage of you?"

"No, you don't need to get me drunk; it looks like my nerves will push me to getting drunk without your help."

"We don't have to do anything, Marcy."

"You bought this nice, expensive room."

He came over and held my chin. "So what? All joking aside, I'm just happy to be here with you. We don't have to do anything, Marcy. Not now, not in a few minutes, not later. No worries."

He handed me a glass of champagne, and we both sat down. I took a sip and put my glass down. 

"I don't want to make you nervous, Marcy."

I didn't know what to say to that.

Jean-Luc started kissing me, but it was awkward. Maybe he was as nervous as I was, but the zinging electricity I felt when he kissed me the other times wasn't there.

Jean-Luc kissed down my jaw, and then my neck. He ran his hands up and down my sides. 

If I was any stiffer you could use me as a surfboard.

He pulled back and smiled. "Well, that's not working."

I flushed red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. It's me. I'm no good at this." I stood up, thinking maybe I should take a cab home or something. Anything to get me away from the fact I was such a failure. I couldn't even get laid with a guy who goes to a sex club.

"Marcy," Jean-Luc stretched my name out. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I'm a mess."

He hugged me hard. "It's okay. It's fine. Really." 

I shook my head against him. "I feel like a fool."

"Why? Because you have emotions? You're entitled to feel however you feel. I'm here for you, Marcy, not the other way around. I'm in no rush."

I relaxed a little.

"Come on," he said. He took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom.

"Wow." Holy shit. This bathroom was palatial. The tub was huge.

Jean-Luc started a bath for me. "Why don't you have a long bath." He took a towel and put it on the closed toilet seat for me. "There's a robe here," he said, pointing at the back of the door. "Chill out, relax. Come out whenever you're ready." He kissed me on the forehead and left.

I opened the bathroom door to look out at him. "J.L.?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

He flashed me a smile. "No problem."

The bathtub had spa jets, and there were fancy bath salts, and bubble baths. I stayed in there probably way too long. I finally dried off, wrapped myself in the robe, and came out. 

Jean-Luc was in bed, leaning against the headboard. His chest was bare. Oh my God, was he naked under there?

He must have seen my expression.

"I'm wearing my underwear," he said.

I smiled.

"Come here, Lafferty."

He lifted the corner of the blankets. I walked over and slipped in. He kissed me. Still awkward.

I smiled.

"So I fail kissing 101?" I asked.

"You're just going to need some private tutoring and lots and lots of practice," he said with a wicked grin. But he didn't kiss me again, he just hugged me to him.

"What's a lafferty?"

"Not what. Who. She was an actress. She was famous like, ah, twenty-five years ago."

"Huh."

"Her first name was Marcy. She's the only famous Marcy I could think of. I wanted you to know I think you're a star."

Aww. 

"What was she in?"

"Some of the original Star Trek episodes. She always played the hottie. Like you."

"You lay it on thick."

"Is it working?"

"Yeah," I said. 

He gave me a soft kiss. I expected him to try to teach me how to make out again, but he reached over me and turned out the light.

"Come on, Lafferty," he said. He turned me away from him and tucked me into his body. "Let's get some sleep."

Lafferty. Star Trek. It was cute. I kind of liked it.

"I'm glad you're here with me, baby," he said softly.

"Me too."

He stroked my hair, and adjusted my body a little.

"Good night, Lafferty."

I thought for a second. "Good night, Picard."

He laughed.

I was too short to have head-to-toe contact, or fit really properly everywhere with him in the spooning position. But my butt was nestled up against his hips, and my back to his chest. He put an arm around me.

It was heavenly. I could get used to this.

I figured I would stay up half the night, enjoying the feel of him and listening to him breathe, but in a few minutes I was fast asleep.

I woke up early in the morning as the sun was rising. We were still entwined together. Jean-Luc's hand was curled up under my breast, just barely touching it. It felt so good, I didn't want to get up. But I had to go the bathroom, so I carefully wiggled my way out.

Jean-Luc didn't wake. He just mumbled and turned over onto his back, flinging one hand up by the side of his head. 

God, he was gorgeous in sleep, with his hair all tousled. 

I had to tear myself away to go to the bathroom, and when I was finished I came back and stared at him some more.

I had heard that if you stare at someone too much while they are sleeping, they wake up. As if part of them knows they're being stared at or something. So I stopped staring at him and crawled back into bed.

He reached for me in his sleep, naturally bringing me toward him until my head rested on his chest.

Sigh. This was good. I yawned. I drifted off for a few seconds, thinking about what sex would be like Star Trek style.

When I woke up, I was suddenly horny, and sexy, and confident. Jean-Luc was still sleeping. I untied the sash on my bathrobe and pushed it open. I rolled on top of him. Rubbed against him.

"Hhhmmm?" he asked sleepily.

"Yeah," I said. "Mmmn."

He blinked groggily. "Now this is the way to wake up."

I laid a gentle kiss on his lips. The hot sparkling tension between us was back. I ground my hips against his erection. I heard some guys wake up like that. I guess it's true.

"I figured out what our problem is. Was," I said.

"I didn't know we had a problem." He snaked his hands under my robe and placed them on my lower back. His palms were hot.

I kissed him again. This time I was the one to tap my tongue to his closed lips, and he opened his mouth for me. I devoured him, the way he had taught me.

"You've been making all the moves, and I've felt helpless. Like I have no control, always being on the receiving end, not knowing what's coming," I said.

"Very insightful. What do you suggest professor?"

"I suggest you lay back and let me have my way with you."

He chuckled. "I'm already lying back. And you can have your way with me anytime you want."

"Let's start now then," I said.

I rolled off him and snuggled into his side. I rubbed a hand down his chest.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he said. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Anything you want is okay."

I smiled at him, and let my hand run lower. "The only experience I've ever had," I whispered, "is what I've had, and am having, with you."

He looked at me.

"Evan said, don't get attached," I said. "But it's hard not to, touching you like this."

"Marcy," he said, and his voice dropped an octave as my hand brushed lower. "You can listen to Evan if you like. But I'll tell you, I'm already attached."

I placed my hand directly on him, over his underwear. He arched up into me.

"More than attached," he whispered. "I think I'm falling for you."

"You're just saying that 'cause my hand's on your... ah, you know."

He laughed. "That doesn't hurt," he said. "But I think it's a little more than that."

"So I'll remove my hand, and we'll find out," I said deviously, taking my hand away.

"Oh, you're mean," he said. I expected he would come after me, but he didn't. He closed his eyes, and I could see him consciously and deliberately relax his body as he waited. 

I put my hand back on his stomach and rubbed circles getting lower and lower each time. "It's just that the whole idea was so I can learn," I said quietly. "But now I... I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Marcy," he said. There was a whole lot in that one word. A firm tone letting me know that everything was fine except me doubting myself. His gaze burned into mine. "Use me," he said.

Wow. 

He closed his eyes again. His expression was patient, like he would wait until it was next summer if that's what I needed.

I gathered my courage and pulled down his underwear. I was glad his eyes were closed, because I definitely stared. 

Yeah, wow.

I had no idea if he was bigger or smaller than normal, because I had nothing to compare it to, but I didn't really care. I very tentatively reached out and grazed my fingers along the underside of his cock.

He made a soft groan, barely audible.

"Don't stop," he said softly.

The feeling of power flooded through me. I wrapped my hand around his cock and just held it. I was surprised by the feeling of how soft the skin was. Were all guys like that? 

"You can hold it harder than that," Jean-Luc said. 

"Huh?"

"You won't break it."

His eyes were still closed. I wondered what it felt like to him.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said. I squeezed a little harder.

"You won't."

Huh.

I squeezed even harder.

"That's it," he whispered. His chest expanded, as if he was taking a huge deep inhale to calm himself.

"Now what? I mean, now how?"

His eyelids flipped open. The raw lust in his eyes caught my breath.

"You want me to show you?" His voice was rough and raspy. There was something in the way he said it. Hunger maybe.

I nodded.

He put his hand over mine. I was aware of how small my hand was, how his hand dwarfed mine so I couldn't even see it. He squeezed my hand around him and stroked up and back down, just one stroke.

"It's better if your hand is a little wet," he said.

Huh?

He took my hand off him and licked my palm. It sent a zing right down to my core. He stared at me while he licked, an intensely sexual gaze, as if saying, 'more to come, if you can stand it'.

Oh yeah.

He brought my hand back down on his rocklike penis, squeezed my hand around him, and began to stroke.

I wasn't surprised at the motion, but I was surprised by how good it felt to me.

I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. The energy between us skyrocketed, and I got wetter just from touching him.

This is why everybody makes such a big deal about sex.

'Cause it's the bomb.

God, everything was magnified and thrilling: the feel of that hard shaft, like steel under silk, the pumping motion of us moving together, and the sounds of his panting getting louder and louder, shorter and raspier with each intake of breath. It gave me a pleasure that made me giddy, far more sparkling than last night's warm champagne. 

A hundred times better.

I rested my head on his chest. Even though my eyes were closed, I pictured how he must look. Then I thought of how magnificently feral he must look when he's in Melody's. I pictured him, standing with his legs apart, his cock in some girl's mouth, his head thrown back in ecstasy. 

He arched up into our hands. 

Our hands slid over that hard hammer, and although he was setting the course, I felt like I was driving.

Taking the corners at 100 miles an hour.

I moaned, soft little squeals of joy that sounded both innocent and full of heat.

I opened my eyes to look at our joint motion; it was so strange and new, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. His thigh muscles bowed up tightly, as if he were under great strain and going to snap.

He removed his hand, and I kept going. It was weird the way the skin could slide under my hand, but I liked it. I really liked it.

Jean-Luc stopped me.

"What?" I said.

He took my hand and put it so my finger and thumb were a ring around the base of his cock. Then he squeezed my fingers into him really hard.

"This will stop someone, if you need to slow them down," he said.

Huh?

"Why would I want to stop someone?" I asked.

He looked at me.

"I mean, like now. Why would I want to stop you?"

"Just, you know, for pacing," Jean-Luc said. "Because what you've done so far is fantastic, and I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer."

"So?"

"So, I wanted to stop for a second. Give you a chance to do something different if there's anything else you'd like to do."

Huh? Oh. Um.

My expression must have been priceless, because Jean-Luc smile at me was filled with self-depreciating humor.

"You drive me nuts, Marcy. I just wanted to give you the chance to get what you want, and drive me nuts any way you wanted to before I... combust."

Oh.

He pried my hand off his cock and stroked himself, very slowly. "But I'm not giving you suggestions, or saying or implying anything, one way or another." He put both his hands behind his head. "I just wanted to show you how to slow me down for a minute. It's your ball game, love."

"You mean, is there anything else I want to do?" I asked.

"I mean, yeah, do anything you want, or nothing at all. It's up to you. I'm patient."

I lightly caressed the underside of his cock, which was lying proud and hard on his belly. "You don't look patient," I said.

"Okay. I'm on fire. I'm dying. I'm not patient. But I'm willing to make myself patient, so you have the opportunity to do whatever you want to do."

He meant a blow job, didn't he? I stared at him.

"I don't have an agenda here, Marcy. I'm just waiting for instructions."

"There is one more thing I want to try," I said.

He took in an excited gasp of breath and his tongue darted out slightly as he just barely licked his lips. "What?" he rasped.

"This," I said. I planted a kiss low on his belly. Then I opened my mouth wide and took his whole cock into my mouth.

Yaargh. It pushed way down into my throat, and I started to gag. I'm going to throw up on him!

"Whoa, whoa, baby." Jean-Luc pulled me off him by pushing on my shoulder. "Don't try and take the whole thing down at once like that." He took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. "Only go down to your hand."

I flushed red. I was embarrassed. I should know stuff like this, right? Oh. Or maybe not. That's why I was here with Jean-Luc teaching me.

"Slowly, sweetheart."

"But... aren't I supposed to take it all the way down, or I'm no good at it?"

He shrugged. "For me most of the sensitivity is in the head anyway."

I let go of him and jumped up off the bed. I paced, looking down at the floor as I frowned and mumbled to myself. My confidence plummeted. I can't even do this right? My first blow job, and I messed it up. 

I looked up.

Jean-Luc was staring at me. His eyes dilated, and he licked his lips again. I looked down. My robe was still open. How could I feel anything other than totally sexy when he looks at me like that? I guess I didn't have to have huge bazingas to turn Jean-Luc on. Maybe I was all right even when I was doing things all wrong. Maybe I'm not bad at this.

"Want me to try again?" I asked.

"Only if you want to," he said.

"I really, really want to," I said.

"Well, I wouldn't want to prevent you from licking the lollipop if you were in a candy mood."

"Oh, boy am I ever," I said.

So much for shy.

I came back to bed and wrapped my hand around the bottom of his shaft the way he taught me. I thought about it. It's like a kiss, right? I looked into his eyes. I looked down at his cock. I looked back into his eyes. What I saw there shocked me: complete trust; total want; love.

"You don't have to, Marcy," Jean-Luc said. "But if you want to know if I want you to? Yes. I want you to."

I slowly went down over him, bobbing up and down to my hand.

He groaned. "Oh God. That's so good. Now move your hand up and down with your— Oh fuck, yeah, just like that."

I tightened my mouth and hand around him, and I got lost in the rhythm. There was something amazing about having him inside me. 

"I'm—"

He pushed me off him. He stroked himself once and came on his stomach. He looked at me sheepishly.

"I didn't know if you wanted me to come in your mouth for your first time."

Come in my mouth??!!! Yikes. In the romance novels they never say things that way. I mean, I knew people did that, but whoa. There's something to think about.

I blinked.

"Would you get me a wet washcloth, sweetheart?"

I blinked again.

I reached out and put the tip of my finger in the wetness on his belly. Slowly brought it to my mouth. He groaned. It tasted wet and salty. Like...I don't know...like canned olives and cream maybe. I liked it.

"Would you drink it down next time? Like you're taking some of me in you?" he asked.




Marcy's Playground Pt. 01



"Ah... yeah, I guess so. I'll try anything once. Would you like that?"

He looked at me, and his lids closed partially and his mouth opened. "Yeah."

"Well I'll do it then. I want to be really good at this."

He grabbed my hand. "Marcy. I don't want you to be good at this to please me. I want you to be good at this to please you."

I stared at him.

"Get it?"

No.

"You're the girl. Do what you love, not what you think the guy will love, okay?"

Ah... okay.

"Washcloth?"

"Right," I said, and jumped up to get one.

He wiped up and looked at the clock. "Shit, I've got a meeting this morning. We've got to get going. Are you working today?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Come on, let's get dressed."

I wished I had casual clothes with me, but I didn't. We got dressed in record time. I took one last look around the hotel room.

"Jean-Luc, this was a really sweet thing to do for me," I said.

"Entirely self-serving," he said. "Come on."

He drove fast. When we got to my neighborhood I was about to give him directions to my house when I realized he was driving me to Heather and Evan's. I had left my car there.

He gave me a good-bye kiss.

"I'd like to go out with you again," he said. "I'll get your number from Evan, okay?"

"Um-hum," I said. I hopped out of the car.

He waited until my car started before he zoomed off.

Holy shit. My first kiss. My first hand job. My first blow job.

Yeah, that's right. I'm a totally 'ready-to-have-a-touch-down floozy'. Insert boogie-boogie end zone dance here.

I wanted a special breakfast to celebrate. Was Dairy Queen open yet? No. I didn't think so. Wait. IHoP has a July special: red, white, and blue pancakes with ice cream on top. Oh yeah. Third base and pancakes. Now what could be better than that?

Ah... candy, sex, and pancakes?

Hhhm.

Anyway, I've got to get going. I don't want to go to work in this dress.

Thank God my parents are on vacation. I don't want to have to explain coming home at eight in the morning. I bet we could do this again tomorrow! Oh, yes, yes, yes. I can't wait for tomorrow.

Zoom zoom.

I smell sex, and can-dy he-re.



...continued in Marcy's Playground, part 2...

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Marcy's Surprise



She was standing in her bedroom, one leg hiked up on the edge of the bed as she pulled the black nylon thigh high up the curves of her slender leg. Her head tilted, careful to not cause a run in the silky material. When she was finished she slid into the little black cocktail dress, stepping in front of the full length mirror as she zipped up the back. She turned to face herself, a pretty, black haired, green-eyed beauty staring back at her. She smiled in that way a girl smiles at herself when she’s feeling good about herself. Little bit arrogant, little bit sexy. Her hands smoothed over her belly and then down the sides of her thighs, removing the slight wrinkles in the dress. A soft sigh escaped her, she was happy at that very moment. She moved back toward the vanity, checking her make-up and hair. Once she felt everything was in place, she smooched at the mirror and slinked out of the bedroom. Gentle knocking sounded against the shiny hardwood floors as she moved through the house, glancing at the ticking grandfather clock as she strolled by it. 

“I’m divorced and I’m fucking lonely.” She said.

“Well, go out and have a good time, Marcy!” the man on the other end of the phone had urged. “It’s not like you’re some old person who can’t go out and have a good time. Now, go. It had been a conversation with a coworker at the beginning of the workweek. 

Marcy turned off all the lights and grabbed her purse and keys. She locked the door on her way out of the large suburban home, and climbed into the sexy little sports car. She drove into the city, toward a club. Marcy was 35 years-old, and had been married to the same man for 17 years. She really had no idea where she was going with this tonight, but she wanted to be adventurous. 

She pulled into the first club she saw, parking her car. After checking her lipstick, she got out and headed into the club. She gave the place a look around; it was kind of empty for a Friday night. It was early, she thought, so she went to the bar and got herself a drink. 

She traded smiles to almost everyone who made eye contact with her. Eventually, a beautiful bronze skinned woman dressed in a mini skirt and a stringy top sat down beside her.

“Hi, there.” The woman smiled.

“Ah, hello...” Marcy grinned a little, slightly tipsy. Marcy took another look around and then turned back to the woman. “There aren’t very many men here.” She stated, and the other woman laughed a little. 

“You’ve never been here before, have you?” the woman asked. 

“No, I haven’t. Why?” Marcy asked curiously. 

“Honey, this is a gay club.”

Marcy giggled nervously and downed the remaining of her drink, falling quiet for a long moment. 

“What are you drinking?” the woman asked.

“A Long Island Iced Tea.” Marcy said. The other woman ordered herself and Marcy another drink. 

After a few more drinks, Marcy warmed up to the lady and they went out to the dance floor. Marcy really let her hair down this time. Dancing up against the woman, rubbing all over her body. The other woman was certainly surprised by it. Not just that Marcy was touching her, but that Marcy knew how to touch her and it turned her on. Marcy would drape her arms over her shoulders and dance slowly, a long slender leg tucked between her legs. The woman’s sex was swollen with desire. Marcy kissed along her shoulder and neckline; tender, sultry little kisses. Moments later, the woman took Marcy by the hand, leading her off the dance floor.

The woman led Marcy through a maze of hallways toward a lounge. There were individual areas partitioned off for a small amount of privacy. They went into one of the little nooks. There was a couch, and nothing more. It became rather obvious to Marcy what this place was for. But she didn’t back out, hell, she didn’t want to. Marcy’s mind reeled as she sat down with the other woman.

“I didn’t catch your name.” She admitted.

The woman grinned at her, and patted her thigh. “Rachael.”

Marcy crossed her legs at the knee. “I’m Marcy.” 

The woman leaned in to kiss her just then, and Marcy tilted her head to return the kiss. For a moment they kissed each other delicately, soft and sexy. Rachael moved her hand up and down the length of Marcy’s thigh comfortingly, eventually tucking it between her crossed legs. Marcy tightened her thighs for a moment and then loosened up, allowing Rachael to knead the inside of her leg. She moaned into Rachael’s mouth. Marcy’s body clung to the couch with such nervousness. But Rachael never stopped to notice. 

Rachael kissed down the length of Marcy’s body, all the way down to her high heels. She peeled Marcy’s leg apart, sliding her hands up her legs and they disappeared under the skirt of the little black dress. Her hands stopped at Marcy’s hips, sliding her fingers under the strings of her g-string thong. Marcy sunk into the couch, slouching just so. She pulled her skirt up over her hips, exposing her lingerie. 

Rachael’s eyes widened as she stared between Marcy’s legs. “Uhh…” She mumbled. Marcy looked down at what Rachael was looking at and winced, as if she’d totally forgotten about that little detail. 

“Ah, yeee-ah. About that.” She said, about to explain. Rachael reached for her crotch, pulling the panties away from her skin. A slightly above average, swollen cock sprung from behind the panties. Rachael couldn’t do anything but stare. She didn’t seem horrified, but extremely shocked. 

Rachael’s hand moved around the base of Marcy’s cock, squeezing softly. Marcy sighed excitedly. Marcy’s hand moved down her thighs, pushing her fingertips under the black lace of the thigh-highs, lifting her hips into Rachael’s grasp. Rachael pumped once, then twice before she leaned forward to lick over the head. She was hesitant at first, but it came to her and she pushed her mouth down on Marcy’s cock, all the way into the back of her throat. Her throat tightened around the head as she gagged just slightly, and slowly…she inched her way back to the tip…flicking it with her cherry red tongue. Marcy’s breath hissed through her teeth, her hand massaging all over Rachael’s body, Her thighs, and her breasts; pinching at her nipples through the top part of her dress. Marcy’s hips lifted from the couch, pushing into Rachael’s mouth, begging her pretty lips to touch her some more. 

Marcy beckoned Rachael up to the couch, kissing her wildly. Their tongues flicked against each other with fervor. Marcy pushed her backward onto the couch, spreading her shapely legs. She slid over and kneeled in front of Rachael, kissing the insides of her thighs…massaging her bronze skin with her mouth. She moved up toward Rachael’s black panties, blowing across her swollen pussy lips lightly. She placed her hands under Rachael’s knees, pulling her legs upward and spreading them further apart. Marcy leaned into her, nibbling at Rachael’s pussy with her lips. Licking and massaging her clit through her panties. Rachael moaned heavily and desirously, quietly begging Marcy to lick her, to make her come. 

Marcy pulled Rachael’s panties to one side, exposing a hairless, plump, heart shaped pussy. She pushed her tongue past the swelling of her lips, sliding up and down her slit. She probed Rachael’s opening and then moved to her clit, tonguing it hard and slow. Rachael rolled her hips upward and then back down over and over again. Rachael’s body shivered with intensity as an irresistible, husky moan escaped her. Marcy buried her face into Rachael’s wet pussy, flicking her tongue over her clit perpetually. She would suck it into her mouth, and then immerse two fingers deeply into her opening…pumping them in and out of her rapidly. Rachael’s hips bucked at Marcy, and Marcy flicked her tongue over Rachael’s swollen clit briskly – thrusting her thin little fingers in and out. Rachael’s firm, hot little body tensed up under Marcy. She grabbed a hold of Marcy’s hair and forced her face deeper into her sex as she began to come. She shook and shivered, screaming out Marcy’s name as she came in her mouth. As Marcy continued to flick her tongue over Rachael’s clit, her body jerked and she squealed quietly at the sensitivity.

Marcy moved back onto the couch, grinning. She unzipped her little black cocktail dress and pulled it off…letting it lay on the floor. She sat there, panting with Rachael, in her black stockings, matching garter belt, panties, and bra. Marcy filled a 36-C bra easily – large, curvaceous breasts. Moments later, Rachael crawled onto Marcy’s lap, straddling her. She pulled the straps of Marcy’s bra down her shoulders, and then pulled the bra down under her breasts. They seemed real, and so did the cock that was pressed under her. Rachael slid herself down onto Marcy’s cock, her hands pushing Marcy’s tits together as she leaned in to suck each one. 

Rachael pushed her knees into the cushions of the couch, bouncing up and down on Marcy’s cock. Rachael moaned at Marcy as she sucked and flicked her tongue over her nipples; pulling them into her mouth and biting against them gently. Marcy’s head lay back against the couch, her hands on Rachael’s hips, pushing up into her as she slammed her hot cunt down on her cock. Rachael shuddered with every stroke, moaning loudly at Marcy. She threw her head back as she bounced on Marcy’s cock, riding it hard and fast. Rachael’s hands squeezed at her breasts, pinching her nipples, twisting them gently. 

Rachael climbed off of Marcy’s lap as they changed positions; Marcy pushed Rachael up against the couch, making her lean over the arm of it. She moved up behind Rachael, spreading the cheeks of her voluptuous round ass. She guided her cock up and down – from her asshole to her clit, finally plunging her cock deep into Rachael’s warm hole. Marcy’s hands rested on Rachael’s hips as she slowly pumped her, gaining her rhythm. But soon her hands would retreat to Rachael’s shoulders. She would absorb her thick cock into Rachael’s pussy harder, pumping at a medium pace while pulling Rachael by her shoulders, back and forth in time with her own hips. Rachael felt Marcy’s cock throb inside of her, moaning pleasurably – begging Marcy to go faster. 

Marcy would speed up when Rachael begged for it; fucking her harder and most certainly faster; banging her cock into the softness of Rachael’s cunt. Rachael cried out in a series of hot screams of pleasure as she came all over Marcy’s cock, drenching it totally with her sweet juice. But Marcy continued to bang her pussy harder and harder…until she was fucking her in short, hard thrusts. 

“Ah, I’m going to come!” Marcy exclaimed, trying to hold it in before she exploded. Marcy sat backwards on the couch, stroking her cock quickly. Rachael moved to kneel in front of Marcy, pushing her hand out of the way. She pumped Marcy’s cock hard and fast, and her cock erupted all over Rachael’s face. Marcy squealed and bucked her hips at Rachael, screaming loudly in pleasure. “Oh, yeah. Fuck…yes!” she screamed. Rachael fell backwards on the floor, staring at Marcy’s body. And Marcy sat there, stunned…and basking in the after glow of her orgasm. 

Marcy laughed a little, and so did Rachael. They smiled at each other and then Rachael got up, moving toward a paper towel dispenser. She washed her face off and turned toward Marcy, who was putting her little black cocktail dress on again. “Will we do this again?” Rachael asked curiously, grinning from ear to ear. “I hope so. You were amazing, Rachael.” Marcy replied as she zipped up her dress. They moved out to the bar and exchanged phone numbers, and Marcy returned to her suburban home. Month passed before she ever heard from Rachael again… 



Marcy's Travelling Patio Show



Copyright 2001 Del Edwards (a nom de plume)

Marcy and Todd had begun to know each other because of their verbal sparing and flirting when he went in for his quarterly tooth scaling and dental checkup. She was a cute little cherub barely five feet tall behind the counter in the dentist's office scheduling appointments and collecting fees. She almost always had that impish, knowing smile on her face when he glanced at her. Other times he gazed at her, moving his eyes and psychic hands over her firm little body. She enjoyed taunting him with wags of her breasts and wiggles of her hips. It was a fine game they played each time he was in the office. 

She put it over the edge. The woman is often the one who does that. As he was about to leave she stood up and moved back into the files that went from floor to ceiling--sort of like the stacks in a library. She moved back far enough that only he could see her. Her right hand stroked her right breast through the plain blouse she was wearing and then dropped to her lower abdomen. She splayed her fingers against the dark green cloth of her skirt, her little finger touching the spot about where her clit was. She wiggled it. With her other hand she lifted her skirt until the hem was at mid-thigh. Her mouth was in the form of an 'Oh' sound and her hips bucked slowly three times as though she were having an orgasm. 

Having written the check for the services that day and having the card with his next appointment noted on it, he fled. On the short drive home he realized she had gotten the best of him ... "that little shit!" he said aloud though there was no one to hear it.

First thing is to give it a little time and then come back at her, he decided. That's the way the game is played he told myself. Waiting until two o'clock, he got his toothbrush and dialed the number imprinted on it. 

"Doctors Babcock and Summers office. This is Marcy," he heard her say. 

"I'm gonna do things to you that you have never dreamed of," he growled into the phone. 

There was a short pause and she said, "Let me check on that." Another pause. "Next Wednesday, yes," she said. 

"What time," he asked. 

"That's right, eleven thirty. See you then," she said brightly. 

"Here ... my place," he told her 

"Yes, of course," she said. 

* * * * *

Marcy parked in the driveway and strode quickly to his front door. Anxious woman, he thought to himself as he opened the door. 

Now she was lying face down on the bed squirming slowly. Her arms and legs moved almost as though she was swimming in some sort of thick liquid and she was in discomfort. He had settled to the floor and sat Indian style so their eyes would meet when she looked up. Her breath was fast and shallow. A long groan came from her throat as she raised her head. Her eyes were half closed against the pain. 

"God, it hurts so good," she growled with a half smile. Then she lowered her head so she could grind her belly and hips into the bed. She kept squirming for a minute or so and then squalled in pain and breathlessly squeaked, "No more, no more please." 

Her head was lolling from side to side as he clamped the tube shut. The red rubber enema bag hanging from a hook on the bathroom door was a little less than half full. 

"Come hold me," she asked through her still fast breathing. He got on the bed with her. She slowly rolled onto her side and he moved closer to her making sure the pinch valve was within reach. He lay on his back and let her fit herself to him in the classic cuddle position with her head in the hollow of his shoulder and arm and her upper leg bent and resting across his thighs. She mewed like a kitten and let out a long breath. 

* * * * * 

Ten minutes ago she had squealed with delight when she walked into the bedroom and saw the bulging enema bag, the coiled tubing and stiff plastic tip hanging from the door. "You're so intuitive and thoughtful," she had commented as she gazed at the bag. "I want it now," she said smiling enthusiastically as she pushed her panties down her legs. He lubricated the stiff white plastic tip and used it to point to the bed. 

"On your hands and knees," he directed. She complied and he flipped the hem of her skirt up onto her back. For the first time he saw those finely formed buns and her dark puckerhole. Slowly he inserted the tip into her rectum. 

"Ewoooo," she crooned. 

"Now you can lie down," he told her. Sinking into a prone position with her arms and legs spread, she lay very still ... waiting. He watched her breathing. When her stillness became overwhelming, he flicked open the pinch valve on the tube to start the flow. 

"Ohhhhh, yessss," Marcy hissed. She groaned and ground her hips and belly into the bed, squirming against the rushing discomfort that soon would build to pain. 

A couple of minutes later she exclaimed, "It hurts now, Stop...stop." He clicked the valve closed.

* * * * *

When her breathing was even again he found the pinch valve and clicked it open. 

"Ohoooo, more?" she moaned as she squirmed against him. He petted her arm and shoulder. She began a rhythmic groaning whimper that lasted for a long time. "I Iiiiike the paaaain you give meeeee," she screeched. 

"As long as you want it, I will provide it to you, my friend," he replied. "Next time I want you to do it to me, just as I have done to you," he added. 

"Oh my, I'm sorry," she wailed. 

"Nothing to be sorry about," he told her, "We have found each other."

* * * * *

Those initial sessions a couple of years ago evolved into a structured show that they took on the road, mostly to California because that seemed to be the prime market. Additionally, the likelihood of encountering someone they knew was extremely remote. They charged big bucks, seventy percent of which went to Marcy because she was the mostly naked lady who endured the pain in most cases. She invested every dime from this endeavor saying it was her retirement fund.

Every now and then they would encounter a group of women who wanted to see a man humiliated and in pain; enemaed, infused, shocked and sickened by them. They bought the privilege of application with him just as the men (mostly) did with Marcy. When that happened he got the seventy percent. 

They had caught a midday flight to San Diego and were in their hotel room by three. As usual, the auction was scheduled for eight with the performance following immediately. Then they'd stay the night because Marcy was always quite drained after a performance. Sunday morning they would sleep late, have the hotel brunch and fly back on Sunday afternoon, considerably richer. 

Marcy still liked him to bind her hand and foot with soft clothes line, give her a chemical enema while lying on the bed then beg him to put her on the toilet after about ten minutes when the chemicals had done their work. She was small enough that he could literally take her in his arms and sit her on the toilet so she could release. That seemed to please her and she almost always wanted to give him a blowjob after he untied her. He almost always let her.

That chemical enema was a standard preparation so her gushing release at the climax of her show would be almost free of any solid fecal matter. That and swallowing a four-ounce dose of soda of phosphor cleansed her digestive tract quite thoroughly. Usually all she swallowed after the enema/laxative routine was water and his cum.

The host for the show was a forty-something guy with a beach boy body and graying hair at the temples. His house was well appointed in Danish modern and was probably in the quarter-million dollar range. He ushered them straight through the living room and out the Arcadia door to the patio. It was dusk and the submerged pool light was on as well as several Malibu lights around the pool. Two large orange Japanese lanterns provided illumination for the patio. The patio floor was Sausalito title. The pool and the deck around it comprised most of the back yard though there were a few shrubs where judiciously placed mounds of crushed granite varied the contour of the landscape. The focal point of the very private back yard enclosed by a seven-foot stucco-ed wall was a multi-tiered waterfall that fed into the pool. Todd was sure the kidney-shaped whirlpool was on a separate filter/heater setup.

During the first six months of their very profitable endeavor they had refined their kit so it would fit in one 26-inch bag. That included Marcy's performance wardrobe which consisted of nothing by a pair of spike heels, a couple pairs of elastic-topped thigh-high stockings and a beaded gold lame thing that was less than a dress.

Todd decided he would use all four stands---three for mini-spots and one for Marcy's reservoirs. When he zipped the bag open she got her wardrobe and the digital camera and asked the host where she could change. He responded she could use the guest bedroom. She smiled flirtatiously and invited him to show her. She commented about how gracious he was to allow his home to be used as her stage.

The other players began to arrive before he finished setting up. He knew some or most had preparations of their own to complete prior to the show. The tall, slim, gray-haired man with a ponytail down to the middle of his back barely acknowledged Todd's presence as he walked to the whirlpool, stripped off all of his clothes and slipped into the warm, swirling water. Todd knew the type---he would be the one to masturbate all the way through the performance and jack himself off while Marcy was in her finale; squalling in pain, eyes bugged out, her face taught, hips bucking and brown & yellow water gushing from her crotch openings. She was a great little actress. Todd especially liked the little move they worked out for her where she pushed her hand against her lower abdomen as if trying to lessen the 'pain'.

A couple arrived and took two adjacent chairs toward the open end of the patio. They were approximately the same age. Married couple or at least lovers he thought and bet himself they were watchers and wouldn't even bid on the application or operation options.

Next to arrive was a burly biker type with tattoos dressed in a black tee shirt and greasy jeans. His bitch was on a chain a couple of steps behind him wearing a wide silver-studded black leather collar. He took the chair next to the woman member of the couple and leered at her. When he shook the chain the straight-haired blond in the crop top and skin-tight denim cutoffs stripped naked and settled at his feet.

The last to arrive was another couple although an unlikely one. He was bald and a bit pudgy as well as much older and a good six inches shorter than the statuesque, black-haired young woman in blouse, skirt hose and heels.

Marcy made her entrance and stood in the middle of the six-foot-diameter tape-defined circle. She was more naked than not even in the spike heels, thigh high stockings and gold lame 'dress' that reached maybe a third of the way down her thighs. She made the identification round recording an image of each person present with the digital camera and then jotting down driver's license information as she went around the circle. There was a dual purpose in what she did. First, her dress would put the men in an agitated state and cause them to bid higher. Second, and more important, she wrote the name of each bidder on a separate envelope in case one of them slipped her counterfeit money, they would know which one to go after. These were things they had learned the hard way and then instituted procedures to prevent a recurrence.

Beach boy-host exercised his option as soon as Marcy announced the reserve bid for application and operation of the chromed electric dildo she dangled by its harness. After she collected and counted the twelve one-hundred-dollar bills and put them in the envelope with his name on it she handed him a pair of rubber gloves and watched closely to make she he observed sterile technique as he put them on. Next she put the dildo in one of his hands and squeezed a big gob of lubricating jelly from the tube into his other hand. While he smeared the gel over the dildo she moved close in front of him and pulled up her skirt. He stroked the remaining lubricant onto her vaginal lips and then worked the gleaming chrome pseudo-dick fully into her and strapped it snuggly in place. She gave a little grunt as he tightened the harness until the elastic was strained.

The older, naked guy with the beard and pony tail bought the enema tube installation for four hundred but dropped out of the bidding when the administration price passed nine hundred. Todd and Marcy were both surprised when the woman half of the younger couple bought the right to control when the quart and a half of red wine mixed with blue dye to make it dark brown would flow into Marcy's bowel.

Bidding for the tube insertion and bladder infusion see-sawed between the biker and the middle-aged bald guy who had brought his own beautiful blowjob with him. It topped out at twenty-four hundred dollars when the gorgeous, muscular, black-haired amazon took off her dusty-olive-drab-raw-silk blouse and stuck her left breast in her escort's mouth to silence him. 

Sleazy Biker extended his hand toward the raven-haired beauty and ran his index and middle fingers across the pad of his thumb then crooked and wagged his index finger beckoning her to come to him. To the delight of everyone present she raised her arm toward the biker and extended her middle finger perfectly powerful and tipped with a long, wicked-looking pearl-painted nail in total defiance.

Biker's first instinct was to batter her to the ground and beat her until she opened her mouth and legs to him. However, just to her left was Todd with the TASER steadily held to strike the middle of his chest. They all laughed at him and he nearly exploded. While he was still in the frenzy of intensity Marcy reached back and took the five-shot stainless steel 38 special snubby that Todd offered her butt first.

"Money," Marcy mocked, "Twenty four hundred," she hissed at him. "Pay now!" she yelled as she banged the muzzle of the sliver stubby off the bridge of his nose. She pushed the muzzle into his left eye. His right eye went huge. Grabbing his cash wad she counted off 24 hundred-dollar bills and handed him back the rest of it. An appreciative and approving murmur rolled from the crowd. Marcy was on a roll. This was what it was all about for her. Todd could hear the power humming from her.

"Put on the gloves and then I'll tell you what to do," she grated at the Greasy Grunt. "No, no. Touch only the cuffs as you pull them on. If you make the same mistake again, I'll shoot you in the balls," she yelled as she punched the silver snubby into the crotch of his greasy jeans. Just for emphasis she dropped the muzzle an inch and squeezed off a round. It was loud and close. It brought him to complete attention.

Glancing past him she saw the number nine shot load had barely tattooed the slump block wall behind him. The young couple saw it all. They both grinned her to continue.

Slowly she talked Bad Boy to the point where he had properly donned the gloves, lubricated the tube and put a small gob of lube just below her clit where her pee hole was. Marcy whacked the naked blond bimbo on the left ear with the side of the snubby and instructed her to open Bad Ass's pants and start to suck him. Marcy knew they were both not very bright but quite mean.

Slowly and certainly she put the cold steel muzzle of the 38 Special to Bad Ass's forehead just above his left eye. "Slow and gentle," she said as she jockeyed her feet further apart, "or I'll give you your change in lead to the head."

Ten minutes later she stood in the middle of the circle gasping as both the front and back tube filled her. That's what they paid for. She moaned and bent at the waist after her hips bucked. Beach Boy had just zapped her with an electric shock to the dildo firmly strapped into her. The wire attached to it lead back to the black box in his hand. A second wire lead from the box to a metal stud in the resouvior that was emptying into her bladder. He hit her with several more. Marcy squalled and pressed on her bulging lower abdomen as if trying to push the pain away. She was up on her toes almost dancing when Beach Boy held the button down sending a constant current into the dildo.

"Masturbate!" the bearded man with the ponytail demanded. Marcy's hand went to her clit as she turned to watch him slowly stroking his gleaming hard pleasure rod. Todd uncoiled the tube attached to the still-full blue reservoir and handed the end to the masturbating man. There was a spring clothes pin attached to the tube about five inches from the end.

"Stick it up her nose and attach the clip to her nostril," Todd told him. The bearded man with the ponytail rose slowly and approached Marcy. When he began to insert the tube up her nose she grabbed his hard cock and began stroking. After having installed the tube as directed he opened the clamp. Marcy choked and coughed as the blue water began flowing down the back of her throat. All she could do was swallow it. She had let go of his cock when she choked. Both of the other reservoirs were empty. Todd directed the man standing in the circle with Marcy to gently remove the tubes from her rectum and bladder. He did so carefully since Marcy was still clutching the 38 snubby in her left hand.

Some of the blue water sprayed out of her mouth as she exhaled a scream of pain. Her belly and lower abdomen were distended from all the fluid in her. She gagged and coughed more blue water into a mist as it exited her mouth.

It was more than she could stand. She slowly collapsed to her knees and opened her mouth. "Three thousand for the dick that will make me sick," she gurgled. The head of the raven-haired beauty stopped bobbing in the crotch of the bald man.

She looked up at him and said, "Buy me that." He nodded vigorously and tried to push her head back into his lap. She resisted him and stood, her bare breasts quivering from the excitement that gripped her. Todd always hated this part but he knew it would bring Marcy relief. He handed the dildo with the rubber bulb at the base to the Amazon woman. He was looking into her eyes, not at her breasts.

Marcy was swaying on her knees. Opening her mouth wide she spit and squalled more blue mist, asking for the false dick that would squirt the sickening solution down her throat. She accepted it willingly. The raven-haired beauty smiled wickedly as she pushed the dildo down Marcy's throat and squeezed the bulb. Marcy knew it was only a matter of seconds until she threw up.

She stopped fighting and let go with her bowel and bladder. Brown and yellow water sprayed and gushed from her ass cheeks and groin. That was still going on when she pitched forward catching herself with her arms and hands. She knew not to fight it and vomited wave after wave of blue water. As the stomach spasms ended and the last of the other waters leaked from her, she sank into the puddle of liquids she had expelled. Rolling on her side she curled into a fetal position, waiting for the trauma of rebirth.

Todd paused only long enough to collect the three grand from the bald guy who was getting the rest of his blowjob. She had expelled everything; squirming and squalling on the patio floor to the delight of her audience.

Todd knelt and slipped his arms under her knees and back below her arms. He rose slowly so as not to slip in the liquids and took her away to a safe place, bathed her and cased her in gentle oils to preserve her sanity and innocence. 

Then he held her in his arms until well after dawn. They dressed conventionally and partook of the elegant brunch at the hotel. Sunday afternoon and the flight back to Phoenix dissolved into sleep and Monday morning. Back to the everyday grind. "Ah well," she said brightly to Todd on the phone late Monday afternoon, "there's quite a bit more money in the bank."




Marcy's Travelling Patio Show



Eventually Marcy realized she was totally in love with Todd, married him, bought a fine villa on the Mediterranean including a patio with a marble-faced pool where they could swim safely together, away from the sharks.