A funny thing happened.. pt 2 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened.. pt 2

... fuck a mossy hole in a tree. I excused myself, came back with some decent scotch, handed it to him, and lied about having to go to the ladies' room. In another ten minutes, Tom wouldn't be able to spell his own last name. In another twenty, he wouldn't remember it. I finally cornered Sim out by the fire-pit. He was sitting just outside of a circle which included a couple of riggers and one of our spot-ops. The techies were pretty drunk, and they were in the middle of an intense discussion about basketball. Sim's face was toward the conversation, but his eyes and mind were elsewhere. A small clay pipe sat on the bench next to him. I sidled up to him, bent down and whispered into his ear: "Boo!" He didn't jump. "Hey Gin. Don't you look lovely tonight?" "Thank you, Sweetie, flattery will get you everywhere. Hey, is that what I think it is?" I pointed to the pipe. "Well, if you think it's some decent if unspectacular pot, than yes." I wanted to get him away from the basketball debate, which seemed to me unnecessarily loud. "Think I could have some?" "I don't see why not." He turned to the techies. "Excuse me, fellows." They ignored him. He grinned and shrugged. "Maybe I won't take it personally." We wandered away from the fire pit towards the edge of the deck, and leaned against a wooden rail. We could see lights from a few scattered houses on a hill maybe five miles away, across a small canyon. The sky was mostly clear, and the barest beginnings of a crescent moon couldn't ...

... compete with the light from thousands upon thousands of stars. I felt...I don't know. The night was so beautiful, and I was alone with a man who I...what? What did I really want from Sim Brownstone? Sex? I mean, sure, I suppose. I wanted sex, because I hadn't had any recently, but with Sim? And anyway it felt a little...more than that. Was I in love with him? Maybe a little. But not really; I mean, I barely knew him. And all of a sudden that was it. I'd decided. For the moment, I just wanted to get to know the man. And of course that made things trickier. In my experience, getting a guy to fuck you is pretty easy: take off your clothes, smile. Getting a guy to talk to you...that is rocket science. Sim had dug a lighter out of his pocket and fired up the pipe. He took a small hit himself, and then passed it to me. I hadn't smoked for a while, and it was pleasant to feel the slightly mossy smoke making its way through my lungs. I'd taken a pretty good hit, and I could feel my chest expand with my breath. For a moment, Sim's eyes dropped; then he shook his head a little, and looked out across the desert. "Hey," I stood beside him—close, but not too close. "Are you ok?" "Hmmm? What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Gorgeous out here, isn't it?" "Yeah, it really is. And the pot's not so bad, or maybe the night's just helping it along some. Are you high?" "I don't think so. Not particularly. Why? Are you?" "I haven't smoked in a while, so yeah, I might be a little buzzed." "Mmm-hmmm." he said, and ...