The View From My Knees

I hadn’t noticed M much at first. Of course, I noticed a pretty face and an adorable smile, she was a fun and sweet girl. But it was her friend I had first been interested in. It was her friend that I had contacted first and invited to my party. After that party, I had hung out with the two of them several times and found myself paying more and more attention to sweet adorable M than exciting and sultry C. C was the life of the party and a true social butterfly, flying from person to person throughout the night. This left M and I to explore each other more closely, which is what we did at the party on Saturday night.

As the night progressed, we found ourselves dancing closer and closer in a room that became more and more crowded. We couldn’t move without bumping into another person, so we chose to bump into each other. We pressed against each other, ran our hands up and down each other’s bodies. We smiled at each other, we laughed. We pressed our breasts together and slid our arms around each other. She turned away from me and I held her from behind, resting my lips on her neck but resisting my urge to suck and kiss.

I wanted her…badly. Sadly, the night ended rather abruptly and I never got around to suggesting we take it further. Maybe next time, if I get my nerve up.

The next morning, as I lay alone in bed, I thought about her. I imagined licking her neck as I held her from behind. I imagined slipping my tongue into her mouth as we pressed our bodies together. I could feel my clit beginning to bulge and throb. My hand slid down, almost without my knowledge, and began to stroke. As I continued to imagine taking her up to one of the bedrooms at the party and peeling off her clothes, my fingers worked gently on my own body. In my mind our naked bodies pressed together and our fingers worked their way inside of each other. And as the imaginary M made her way down to my wet pussy with her tongue, my real life fingers – wet and slippery with my own juices – rubbed vigorously. Finally I exploded in a convulsive orgasm, moaning and writhing under the touch of my own fingers.

As I lay naked in my bed, I pictured a sleeping M lying naked beside me, and I drifted off into a satisfied late-morning nap.