Opening up

“God how do you only ever watch these old, boring movies!” Morgan giggled as George scrolled through Netflix, telling her what he’d seen and liked to watch. “What can I say? I guess I’m an old soul.” Morgan punched George’s shoulder playfully and crawled further into his lap. She had tied her pink hair into a messy bun and was wearing one of George’s sweaters, with nothing underneath. She mindlessly fiddled with her nose-piercing as George studied her. She was an… eccentric looking girl, but by God did it look good on her. Even in one of his sweaters, that was way too big for her, the college freshman had curves to die for. George loved having something to hold on to and Morgans thick thighs, juicy ass and big tits were more than plenty.

“Can I ask you something Georgie?” Morgan leaned back against his chest, “yeah sure, shoot.”

“How come you’re pretty much the same age as a college senior, but you’re stuck working here instead of studying?” The question took George a little bit by surprise, although it wasn’t really a secret, the reason he never went to college was somewhat unusual. “Well, besides the fact that I’ve never really been academically gifted… I umm, well after high school I spent two years in prison.” Now it was Morgans turn to look surprised. “After that, studying was the last thing on my mind, I needed a job.” Morgan turned around, she sat with her back against the arm rest, her legs stretched out on the couch and her butt still firmly planted in George’s lap. “I’m sorry for asking, I didn’t know.” George couldn’t help but smile at the genuine concern on Morgans face, “don’t worry sweetheart, it’s not a secret, Just something you don’t tell someone if they don’t know you better.” This seemed to clear up her worry “Okay good, can I ask why you went to prison?”

“I was a shitty kid back in high school, I used to get in trouble a lot. Mostly minor stuff, like graffiti or smoking pot. But eventually when I realized I needed some money, I started selling weed. I got caught once with some weed in my pocket, but got off pretty easy. When I got caught a second time however they slapped me with a possession sentence and used me as an example for other shitty teens. I was 18 and they gave me two years, I did them both and luckily got out on the other side with my head still attached. All in all it was a learning experience, not a good one, but you take what you can get.” The room went quiet for second as Morgan pondered on the things he said. For whatever reason George felt a sense of relief, it had been a while since he had told anyone that story, Morgan seemed the right kind of person to know it. “Goddammit she’s right again” Morgan seemed to whisper it only to herself. “What do you mean?” “Oh Kelsey, she’s right a-fucking-gain, she said I only ever fall for bad boys.” The both of them burst out laughing once more, Morgan with a cheeky grin on her face as George playfully pushed her. When Morgan pushed back, George responded accordingly and pretty soon the two of them were entangled, wrestling on the couch.

This went on for a bit until George was on his back, half on the ground and half on the couch, with Morgan straddling him. They were both a little out of breath but neither seemed too keen to let the other go. Eventually George decided to try and change the subject, “So, how about that movie?”