This post is primarily for the benefit of
didaverseend, but you're all welcome to it. She just asked. :)
Aaron and I have been really good friends since he moved here from Canada at age... very small, sometime in elementary school. Other than the fact that our families always hung out together, we just hit it off. He's sweet, kind-hearted, dedicated. He was pretty much my rock in the whole Steph fiasco. When I was sick he brought me get-well balloons. When I was hospitalized he snuck into the recup. room to see how I was doing. We clicked.
Friday night he was home from the army, and our families had a late Thanksgiving dinner together. We found a quiet room away from all the children, where he proceeded to work out the kink in my neck. Something happened there. I think it's a combination of how long I know him, how much I care about him, how much I trust him, and how much of a gentleman he is.
We went back to the table to a secretive game of... footsie, and excuse ourselves to a park bench down the street.
Where he kissed me. And he was good. And the sex in the park was good too.
And... schmoop, as
deesarrachi would say. And he's back in the army now for two-and-a-half weeks!
You're welcome to comment now with all the shock and horror in the world...