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Steve Ch 4
So we kissed, and it was a good kiss. Its hard to describe a good kiss but you know it when It happens,it was the kiss of someone who enjoys kissing as more than just a means to an end.
I pulled away with my slightly nervous laughter, we watched a bit of the movie kissed a bit eventually ignoring the movie altogether to focus on one another. He ended up laying on top of me making out and before things could heat up too much my roommates dog was left out of their room and came bounding into the living room and toppled a cup with her tail. Followed by my roommate.
We of course took that as a sign to move into my bedroom.
I at the time was attempting to delay sleeping with dates until after the first date, for whatever reason, I mentioned that to Steve but neither of us where averse to fooling around so we went into my bedroom,I begged him not to judge me on my messiness and we continued making out.
I suppose. I should make it sound really romantic or different but it was one of those fun hook ups you sometimes have. We made out, he ate me out which was heavenly, I gave him head and enjoyed making him moan.
At one point I gave a frustrated groan and when I asked me what was up I half jokingly said
"I was just thinking that since it's after midnight it's technically not the first day we met so it wouldn't be breaking my rule if we had sex"
I assumed he would jump at the offer but instead surprisingly he suggested he head home as it was late and he didn't want to temp me to break my own rules.
I reluctantly agreed and let him leave. I threw on my dress so I could walk him to the door. We made out in my kitchen before saying goodbye again, pressed up against my kitchen counter I wanted him so bad it almost hurt. We were interrupted by my roommate again so finally he left without anymore distractions.
I went to the bathroom and came back to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I peaked outside and noticed his car was still there, i figured he was getting his gps started and I finally saw him back out and leave. I went back to my room checked my phone and I had a text, from Steve.
While still in my driveway he sent me a text saying he enjoyed the night and hopes we can hang out again. I thought that was so cute.
I went to sleep happy about the date.
The next day I told my sort of boyfriend about it, he was less happy about the date.
Apparently the idea of an open relationship was better when it was hypothetical, He knew I was talking to people online but since The first meeting with Steve was kind of last minute he just got a message saying I was going on a date and I'd talk to him tomorrow. I would've called him but he's one of those wanna be hippies who doesn't want to be "tied to a phone" which can also be read as "too irresponsible to keep a phone in service, charged and on him".
Suddenly the man who a few years prior had fucked me on a blanket in his friends empty spare room without knowing more than my name was a prude.
Hilariously aghast I had fooled around with this relative stranger, we fought, he claimed I didn't love m,I called him a hypocrite, I cried, I somewhat condescendingly explained that sex with someone else doesn't change my feelings towards him. He ended up going out and sleeping with some girl that night, he was trying to get back at me so I would admit I didn't want to do this.
It backfired but in a good way. I was fine with it and he had a good time.
We assured each other we still loved one another and talked incessantly about out relationship and non-monogomy. We made some baseline rules that grew as we continued dating other people. Eventually he started finding me being with other people (Steve is the most notable the others are forgettable) to be a turn on and we talked about it a lot.
Back to the beginning, Brandon and I had settled on our arrangement.
Steve and I kept in touch via text and decided to go out again. He invited me to Orlando since there was more around to do than in my neighborhood. The added terrifying bonus of course being I would get to meet the wife.
I was terrified. I had no idea what to expect, but as I always do in this situations I imagined the worst. She would hate me, she would be angry and catty, worse she would be passive aggressive in ways he'd be oblivious to. She'd hate me for sleeping with her husband, she would kick me out of her house.
I drove over, excited to see Steve and apprehensive about meeting Sarah.
So we kissed, and it was a good kiss. Its hard to describe a good kiss but you know it when It happens,it was the kiss of someone who enjoys kissing as more than just a means to an end.
I pulled away with my slightly nervous laughter, we watched a bit of the movie kissed a bit eventually ignoring the movie altogether to focus on one another. He ended up laying on top of me making out and before things could heat up too much my roommates dog was left out of their room and came bounding into the living room and toppled a cup with her tail. Followed by my roommate.
We of course took that as a sign to move into my bedroom.
I at the time was attempting to delay sleeping with dates until after the first date, for whatever reason, I mentioned that to Steve but neither of us where averse to fooling around so we went into my bedroom,I begged him not to judge me on my messiness and we continued making out.
I suppose. I should make it sound really romantic or different but it was one of those fun hook ups you sometimes have. We made out, he ate me out which was heavenly, I gave him head and enjoyed making him moan.
At one point I gave a frustrated groan and when I asked me what was up I half jokingly said
"I was just thinking that since it's after midnight it's technically not the first day we met so it wouldn't be breaking my rule if we had sex"
I assumed he would jump at the offer but instead surprisingly he suggested he head home as it was late and he didn't want to temp me to break my own rules.
I reluctantly agreed and let him leave. I threw on my dress so I could walk him to the door. We made out in my kitchen before saying goodbye again, pressed up against my kitchen counter I wanted him so bad it almost hurt. We were interrupted by my roommate again so finally he left without anymore distractions.
I went to the bathroom and came back to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I peaked outside and noticed his car was still there, i figured he was getting his gps started and I finally saw him back out and leave. I went back to my room checked my phone and I had a text, from Steve.
While still in my driveway he sent me a text saying he enjoyed the night and hopes we can hang out again. I thought that was so cute.
I went to sleep happy about the date.
The next day I told my sort of boyfriend about it, he was less happy about the date.
Apparently the idea of an open relationship was better when it was hypothetical, He knew I was talking to people online but since The first meeting with Steve was kind of last minute he just got a message saying I was going on a date and I'd talk to him tomorrow. I would've called him but he's one of those wanna be hippies who doesn't want to be "tied to a phone" which can also be read as "too irresponsible to keep a phone in service, charged and on him".
Suddenly the man who a few years prior had fucked me on a blanket in his friends empty spare room without knowing more than my name was a prude.
Hilariously aghast I had fooled around with this relative stranger, we fought, he claimed I didn't love m,I called him a hypocrite, I cried, I somewhat condescendingly explained that sex with someone else doesn't change my feelings towards him. He ended up going out and sleeping with some girl that night, he was trying to get back at me so I would admit I didn't want to do this.
It backfired but in a good way. I was fine with it and he had a good time.
We assured each other we still loved one another and talked incessantly about out relationship and non-monogomy. We made some baseline rules that grew as we continued dating other people. Eventually he started finding me being with other people (Steve is the most notable the others are forgettable) to be a turn on and we talked about it a lot.
Back to the beginning, Brandon and I had settled on our arrangement.
Steve and I kept in touch via text and decided to go out again. He invited me to Orlando since there was more around to do than in my neighborhood. The added terrifying bonus of course being I would get to meet the wife.
I was terrified. I had no idea what to expect, but as I always do in this situations I imagined the worst. She would hate me, she would be angry and catty, worse she would be passive aggressive in ways he'd be oblivious to. She'd hate me for sleeping with her husband, she would kick me out of her house.
I drove over, excited to see Steve and apprehensive about meeting Sarah.