Last
night I was hanging out with the guys.
Can we all take a guess as to who!? Guy #1.
Right? I mean, why
not!? Whatever. He was house sitting his friends
place. There was a hot tub and a
pool and beer and I made dinner.
From the house we decided to go to the Castle, a bar down the road to
see our friends that were there.
So whatever, we’re there and he is all over me. I mean, pretend like I was rice, he
would have been the white. At one
point we went down to the beach where people were having a luau and we were
there arms around one another and whispering very closely to one another about
random shit.
As
were walking back from the beach to the Castle they were making fun of me about
something and I said, “oh shut up!”
To which his response was, “just kidding honey. I love you.”
DON’T
SAY THAT!! I am fucking sensitive and trust me, I would love for you to love
me! Fuckkk! Did I just say that out loud?! I have to stop drinking on the
weekends. Oh wait, you think
that’s the story?! Because its not
even close to being over.
We
go back to the house and decide to go in the hot tub. He makes a rule about having zero clothes in the hot
tub. After a little coaxing, I
find myself to be nude. He jumps
out of the tub to light up a cigarette and I ask him to grab me one. He comes over with his lit one, which
he lit on the stove inside so I asked him to light me up with his. He doesn’t take it out of his mouth to
give it to me, why would that make any god damn sense? No, he keeps it in his mouth and leans
into mine. At first I am watching
the ends meet and mine light up, then I happen to look up and he is looking
right at me. I think he was
reading my soul or something because I was eyeball penetrated. Deep.
I
broke eye contact with him first and gave him a look as to say, “what the fuck
was that?” So whatever, I smoke my
cigarette and decide its going to be a good idea to go in the pool. Keep in mind that I am still naked and
he is now wearing a towel. Fuck
it, he’s already seen me naked, so why should I care?
I
jump in the pool and cool off and then he comes in and joins me. Next thing I know he swims up behind me
and holds me around the middle.
OK, I can dig this. Then
his hands start wandering down... down... down. OK. Again, I
can dig this. That happens for a
few minutes then we go back to the hot tub where he has now scooted close to me
and his hand is around my waist.
FINE! (Damn his cute
face. Damn it to hell!)
He
winds up telling me that he can’t have sex with me that night because he was
far too intoxicated. Which was
true. Plastered. I didn’t care about it but
whatever. We hang out in the hot
tub for a little bit longer and were chatting and whatnot. I get out and throw my towel on while
he is still sitting there. He
tells me to get him a drink, so I grab one, and when I walk it over to him he
takes my arm and starts talking about something that I honestly don’t
remember. But he is babbling and I
am standing there listening to him go on.
Then he is staring at my lips and I am definitely staring at his. He takes the back of my head and brings
me close to him and continues talking.
WHY!? Why are we STILL
fucking talking at this point!? I
don’t understand!
“Are
you going to kiss me now or later?” I ask.
Fuck
it! I have nothing to lose right!?
“Right
now.”
We
go upstairs to the bedroom and being that he did not in fact feel like having
sex we spooned, naked, closely.
(Naked Napper right?!
Fucking original shit right there!
Ergo, HISTORY!)
I
wake up in the morning and go to the bathroom. When I come back he is kind of waking up, so I get back into
the bed and I am laying on my side not touching him. Next thing I know I am pulled into his arms and were
spooning again. Side note:
WHY!? What the fucking fuck!? Why?! Why is this happening now?
His
wandering hands start wandering again and then he whispers in my ear, “I shouldn’t
fuck you right now, but I am going to fuck you right now.”
God. God damnit. Not going to lie, I was excited. It was good; it’s always good with him. Strangely enough I am completely
comfortable around him, so having morning sex in the light wasn’t a big deal to
me.
We
clean up and go downstairs to clean the beer and shit, and then he steals my
bread. (I brought it over the
night before for dinner). A few
minutes ago I get a message from him with a picture of the zucchini bread in
his truck saying thanks for the dinner and bread.
Can
I ask everyone here a question!?
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?
I don’t understand myself.
I need to know whats wrong with me. Why do I feel the need to have sex with him every time I see
him? Why can I not kick this? I would like to kick him, in the knee,
repeatedly.
Back
to my old self huh?? Two guys in
one week? Not too shabby.
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