The View From My Knees

Morgan is hot. And, while he does seem to have good luck with the ladies, I don’t think he realizes just how hot he is. I suppose that’s part of his charm. But even though he’s not completely arrogant and confident, he’s still hot enough that I didn’t think I really had a chance. Not to mention that his girlfriend is amazingly beautiful. To put it in cliched terms, I thought he was out of my league. At least, at first.

As we got to know each other – meeting up late at night for drinks at the last minute on occasion – I was delighted to find that he and his girlfriend were not monogamous. And I was even more delighted to feel the chemistry between us as we moved in closer to chat, touching our knees together or lightly brushing each other’s arms. I knew we wanted to become more intimate, but I wasn’t completely sure it would ever actually take the next step. Maybe that was more about my lack of confidence than anything actually going on in our interactions.

Last night we took the next step. It wasn’t the step I’d expected or hoped for, but it was a step nonetheless. And it was certainly fun.

It was 10:30pm when I received his text, asking what I was up to. These kinds of late-night inquiries were not out of the ordinary with him, and usually resulted in meeting up at my favorite pub for a few drinks, some flirting, and a warm goodbye at 2am. As I stared at the message I tried to decide what I was in the mood for. Would I prefer to stay at home and watch some TV with my dog while Lucky sat nearby working on some things on his computer? Or did I want to get gussied up and go do some flirting? I’ll admit I was tempted to stay snuggled up at home, but I’d been having a very unexpectedly sexually charged weekend and it seemed like this would be the perfect close to my escapades.

After a series of text messages we decided to skip the bar and open a bottle of wine at his place. I started to suspect that this might be the night we take things further, but couldn’t quite tell from his messages whether his girlfriend was home.

She wasn’t.

We sat on the couch chatting, drinking wine, and occasionally watching TV. Our conversation turned to sex very quickly, and eventually to pornography. This, of course, led to pornography on the TV. This progression was no accident. I could tell he was leading our evening down a particular path, and I had no intention of stopping it. As we moved closer and closer, he finally laid all of his cards on the table.

“Misty, I want us to fool around, but not have sex,” he said. “I’m just not…well, that’s just where I am at the moment. Is that okay?”

“That’s fine. That sounds like fun.” I replied, making sure to keep my voice upbeat so he didn’t think I was disappointed or weirded out by the request. Yes, I wanted to fuck him, but there is plenty of fun that can be had without intercourse.

We began kissing and stripping off our clothes. Before long we were naked on his couch with our hands exploring each other’s most sensitive areas. I stroked his thick, hard cock while he plunged his fingers deep inside of me. His fingering technique reminded me of Fingers, and was a little too intense at times but mind blowing at others.

“Misty, I want you to watch me masturbate while I watch you.”

“Mmm…I’d like that.”

“But let’s go wash our hands first. You know, safe sex and all that.”

As someone who has studied safer sex techniques in detail, I could appreciate and admire his request. However, because most people don’t pay this much attention to this kind of detail – especially in the heat of passion – I wondered if there was something he wasn’t telling me. I thought back to a point in our conversation when he’d asked me how I’d avoided any long-term effects from certain sexual escapades and realized that he’d purposefully kept my head above his waist during our playing so far that night. It’s pretty rare that a guy doesn’t want me to suck his cock, and I would have loved to have wrapped my mouth around his. I wondered if he had herpes and, like many in his situation, was too ashamed to tell me about it but very cautious not to expose me. I didn’t see any reason to inquire. We were having fun. Safe, sexy fun.

We returned from the bathroom and sat next to each other on the couch. He began stroking his cock while I stroked my clit. We kissed. We moaned. And before long I could tell he was on the verge of coming. For some reason – maybe it was nerves – I was nowhere near coming, but I increased the intensity of my moaning to match his until finally come came dribbling out of the head of his cock.

He cleaned up and we lay naked on the couch together for a while longer, watching porn, drinking wine, and chatting about how much fun it was to have such sexually open friends. Eventually we realized it was after 2am and he had to work in the morning so he took me home.