Life Is Strange Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Life Is Strange Ch. 1

... the forest because of all the trees.

I know he wants to do the wife swap thing with Bob and Kim. His go-to fantasies are pretty transparent. I find the idea intriguing, and I think Bob is a very attractive man. I think sex with him would probably be great. I also think I would probably be okay with him and not freak out, but what if I did? That would ruin it for everyone. As long as I have this fear in me, I’ll never be able to do something like that, even though I’m sure we would all enjoy it.

One very nice thing about David’s plan was the weight it took off of me. I love Kim, and she’s very beautiful. I’ve been curious about intimacy with her for a long time but could never get the courage to discuss it with David, let alone Kim. That evening had made it clear that they were both on board. The path was open, and I was excited to take it.

Kim and I had a busy week. We were wrapping up the biggest sale of our careers and the biggest sale in company history. Things were going smoothly, but there were a lot of things to deal with. The final installs were completed through all of the customer’s branches. Kim and I were finalizing invoices, installation after action reports, and so on. We arrived at my house on Monday evening, worn out and dying for a glass of wine. I ordered pizza and opened a couple of bottles. The two of us settled comfortably in the living room, ate pizza, and enjoyed each other’s company.

After we cleared the pizza mess, I filled our glasses and ...

... set the bottle on the end table. I grabbed the remote and that fluffy blanket I love and settled back on the couch. “Kim?”

She had just come back from the bathroom and was looking around the room for a comfy spot. “Come lay down with me. We’ll snuggle and watch a movie.”

It’s ironic, really. Kim is so much more outgoing and free-spirited than I am. At the pool of spontaneity, I’m barely sticking my toe in while she’s already torn her top off and cannonballed into the deep end. That evening, she wasn’t like that with me. I could tell she was afraid of fucking up and wasn’t sure what to do. I never start the sexy, fun stuff, but I am happy to be an active participant once things get going. Passive and enthusiastic describe me pretty well. For the first time in my life, I realized it was up to me to get things started. The feeling was oddly empowering.

We snuggled and watched a romantic movie. I realized after a while that my hand was gently petting her. It was comforting to feel her warm and silky skin. I pulled a few wisps of her hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. My finger traced her earlobe as I did. I heard a soft murmur as I watched her take a deep breath. “Kim, roll over, Sweety.”

“Hmm?”

She looked over her shoulder at me, and I twirled my finger. “This way. Come on, it isn't rocket science.”

She snickered as she rolled over and settled, facing me. Her smile was sweet, and her lips were a scant few inches from mine. Then, they were ...