It's getting late. We should be going to bed, but I'm just not interested. I can't really explain why, I just know I'm not.
And if this turns into an insomniac night for either or both of us, there's only one way that's going to go before either of us tries getting any sleep at all.
... Maybe that's why I'm not tired.
I don't know what it is. We've been pushing the limit on things for a while now. I know Carly's still not ready, and I think I've dealt pretty well with that. Waiting isn't as horrible for me as I know it is for other guys. Not when it's me and her, and she makes it alright.
But even without sex being involved here, I can still be a hell of a lot more interested in whatever we wind up coming up with than I can sleep.
And since I'm a teenager who's in love with his girlfriend, it really doesn't take a hell of a lot to get me started.
"Sam."
That right there? That pretty much does it.
"We should go to bed."'Bed'. I don't want to go to bed. Bed is code here for 'make out until we get exhausted enough to sleep'. Real
( ... )
Sam has mastered the art of kissing. I think we've probably even done some things that no one else has. When you're trying to take things slow, you get a little inventive with the things you can do. With Sam, inventive has meant a lot of fun. Maybe not as much fun as the other thing, but fun regardless. And I like our kind of fun. I'm comfortable with it. It always feels right.
I don't know why we're making such a big deal about having sex when everything else feels right, but I know that its important. Everyone else has rushed into it and gone through five or six relationships by now--if they could even call them relationships, and we're just taking our time. We're doing this the way that you're supposed to.
"I think I can manage to stay up for a while.""Good
( ... )
I grinned and laid back next to Carly, moving closer to her, and then going in for another kiss. And another. And the hands feel really good. I'm still wondering how long we've actually done this before. I don't think we've ever timed it
( ... )
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And if this turns into an insomniac night for either or both of us, there's only one way that's going to go before either of us tries getting any sleep at all.
... Maybe that's why I'm not tired.
I don't know what it is. We've been pushing the limit on things for a while now. I know Carly's still not ready, and I think I've dealt pretty well with that. Waiting isn't as horrible for me as I know it is for other guys. Not when it's me and her, and she makes it alright.
But even without sex being involved here, I can still be a hell of a lot more interested in whatever we wind up coming up with than I can sleep.
And since I'm a teenager who's in love with his girlfriend, it really doesn't take a hell of a lot to get me started.
"Sam."
That right there? That pretty much does it.
"We should go to bed."'Bed'. I don't want to go to bed. Bed is code here for 'make out until we get exhausted enough to sleep'. Real ( ... )
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Sam has mastered the art of kissing. I think we've probably even done some things that no one else has. When you're trying to take things slow, you get a little inventive with the things you can do. With Sam, inventive has meant a lot of fun. Maybe not as much fun as the other thing, but fun regardless. And I like our kind of fun. I'm comfortable with it. It always feels right.
I don't know why we're making such a big deal about having sex when everything else feels right, but I know that its important. Everyone else has rushed into it and gone through five or six relationships by now--if they could even call them relationships, and we're just taking our time. We're doing this the way that you're supposed to.
"I think I can manage to stay up for a while.""Good ( ... )
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I grinned and laid back next to Carly, moving closer to her, and then going in for another kiss. And another. And the hands feel really good. I'm still wondering how long we've actually done this before. I don't think we've ever timed it ( ... )
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