Marcy's Playground Pt. 03

byMJRoberts©

"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.

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