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I am exhausted. Last night around 10:30 I texted my tattoo guy, “I have clean sheets!”
“Is that code?”
“No. Just sayin in case you want to get in on this before my dog does.”
30 seconds later my phone is ringing, “Hi. Is that your way of saying you want me to come over?”
“Well, I mean, only if you want to.”
“Of COURSE I want to. I close at midnight. I’m going to grab a drink with my friend and then come. Is that ok?”
“Yeah.”
He was late, but he texted me several times to let me know what was going on, “I can’t shake bobwasb. I’m going to extricate myself and head over. 15 min?”
“For christsakes if you are going to put me off for that guy at least lie to me.”
“I am not putting you off. And I don’t lie.”
“Ok. Well I’ll be here. I smell a lot better than he does.”
“I know.”
Things between us are getting easier, more comfortable. I guess I don’t have anything much to say. He peels fruit for me. He spoons me. He asks about my work and my family and he is lovely. I really like him. You know what else I like? I really like being liked by someone I like. What an awesome thing that is. I respect him and I admire him and I think he is cool and he things all of those things about me. He tells me I’m really smart and cool and nice and he likes me. I believe he is attracted to me, but most of his compliments are about what’s on the inside of me or how I behave. In bed he says, “Why are you so good to me?”
“I want you to keep coming back.”
I also told him that this was a first for me. He asked what I meant. I said it was the first time that I combined sex with someone that I would otherwise want to be friends with. That none of the other guys were people I would have wanted to be friends with if not for the sex. He asked why. He said I could have certainly had a man that I liked and was attracted to. I said yeah, but I didn’t explain. After a pause he said, “Well that’s really cool. Thanks. Thanks for telling me that. I think that’s really cool.”
He had pinched his neck earlier in the week and when we were laying in bed I asked if it still hurt and did he want me to rub it. In response he reached behind him and found my hand, pulling it over him and placing it on his hard dick. It was kind of funny and very sexy and it made me happy. He does lots of stuff that makes me happy.
I’m sure he knows I’m falling for him too. He asked if he snored and I said yes, but it was cute.
“Cute!? Ok, you are weird.”
“You start to snore a little bit and then you wake yourself up and stop. It’s cute.” And then I snuggled down closer to him and he tightened his arms around me. We smile a lot in bed.
In the morning I cooked him breakfast and he was very grateful and said multiple times how good it was. I said I was going to make pancakes but didn’t because he was in a hurry. I couldn’t read his expression in response, but I thought he looked sad to have missed the pancakes so I added, “don’t worry….next time.” And gave him a teasing smile. He smiled back looking pleased. When he was heading out the door I sat in a chair watching him in my little white nightgown. He walked over to me and leaned in and pressed his lips against my neck, brushing a long kiss, then another and finally a third last little smack up the column of my throat. I find myself laughing at everything, largely just out of joy. I keep looking at him in surprise. I just can’t believe this is right. He’s just an ordinary guy. He’s a guy I’ve known for months and now suddenly I feel elated when he’s around. That’s just hormones right? Or fantasy? It’s not real? Oh, who gives a fuck? It’s AWESOME.
“Is that code?”
“No. Just sayin in case you want to get in on this before my dog does.”
30 seconds later my phone is ringing, “Hi. Is that your way of saying you want me to come over?”
“Well, I mean, only if you want to.”
“Of COURSE I want to. I close at midnight. I’m going to grab a drink with my friend and then come. Is that ok?”
“Yeah.”
He was late, but he texted me several times to let me know what was going on, “I can’t shake bobwasb. I’m going to extricate myself and head over. 15 min?”
“For christsakes if you are going to put me off for that guy at least lie to me.”
“I am not putting you off. And I don’t lie.”
“Ok. Well I’ll be here. I smell a lot better than he does.”
“I know.”
Things between us are getting easier, more comfortable. I guess I don’t have anything much to say. He peels fruit for me. He spoons me. He asks about my work and my family and he is lovely. I really like him. You know what else I like? I really like being liked by someone I like. What an awesome thing that is. I respect him and I admire him and I think he is cool and he things all of those things about me. He tells me I’m really smart and cool and nice and he likes me. I believe he is attracted to me, but most of his compliments are about what’s on the inside of me or how I behave. In bed he says, “Why are you so good to me?”
“I want you to keep coming back.”
I also told him that this was a first for me. He asked what I meant. I said it was the first time that I combined sex with someone that I would otherwise want to be friends with. That none of the other guys were people I would have wanted to be friends with if not for the sex. He asked why. He said I could have certainly had a man that I liked and was attracted to. I said yeah, but I didn’t explain. After a pause he said, “Well that’s really cool. Thanks. Thanks for telling me that. I think that’s really cool.”
He had pinched his neck earlier in the week and when we were laying in bed I asked if it still hurt and did he want me to rub it. In response he reached behind him and found my hand, pulling it over him and placing it on his hard dick. It was kind of funny and very sexy and it made me happy. He does lots of stuff that makes me happy.
I’m sure he knows I’m falling for him too. He asked if he snored and I said yes, but it was cute.
“Cute!? Ok, you are weird.”
“You start to snore a little bit and then you wake yourself up and stop. It’s cute.” And then I snuggled down closer to him and he tightened his arms around me. We smile a lot in bed.
In the morning I cooked him breakfast and he was very grateful and said multiple times how good it was. I said I was going to make pancakes but didn’t because he was in a hurry. I couldn’t read his expression in response, but I thought he looked sad to have missed the pancakes so I added, “don’t worry….next time.” And gave him a teasing smile. He smiled back looking pleased. When he was heading out the door I sat in a chair watching him in my little white nightgown. He walked over to me and leaned in and pressed his lips against my neck, brushing a long kiss, then another and finally a third last little smack up the column of my throat. I find myself laughing at everything, largely just out of joy. I keep looking at him in surprise. I just can’t believe this is right. He’s just an ordinary guy. He’s a guy I’ve known for months and now suddenly I feel elated when he’s around. That’s just hormones right? Or fantasy? It’s not real? Oh, who gives a fuck? It’s AWESOME.