Joys of Spring - Part 2

Dear Diary,

Before I continue, in response to a comment from Lisa, Joe is 25 years of age and owns a Saab. Not that that means anything, I can't tell the makes of cars from my elbow. But it is a Saab, and despite being a convertable/soft top/one of those where the roof goes back, he apparently got it for 500 quid. Anyway.....

SATURDAY (Cont....)

After hanging up, I raced around the bedroom, hiding the knife and rosary for fear of looking like a mental. To be honest, I didn't really think of tidying up my hair or make-up - as I wasn't planning on anything past getting him here and reassuring me that I wasn't going to get actually killed. Sex was the last thing on my mind, and yes, you may laugh, but in this case, it really was. I just wanted to not be alone, and if having him round and talking about mundane things would distract me, then so be it.


So, at 3am the doorbell rang, making me jump out of my skin. Answered the door in a Gay Pride t-shirt and my sheep pajama bottoms (sexy!), we went upstairs and sat on the bed talking for about an hour. He kept laughing at my PJs but reassuring me they were "cute" (JUST the image I was looking for....) and looking out the window for intruders or demons crawling up the drainpipe. You'll be glad to know, there were none.

Eventually, we decided to get some sleep. And, like I said, that is where I cracked. I was determined to hang on, determined to make him wait a little longer, and not give myself away so easily. But we started kissing, we couldn't stop kissing, and despite him being all respectful and frequently trying to hold back - I was the one who kept taking it forward. If that makes sense. The Spark had arrived for good, and dammit, this time I wasn't going to ignore it! Poor lad, he must've been pretty confused - I was sending out some very contradictory messages. I was like; "OK, the pajamas stay on!........ OK, the top's coming off...... but THAT'S ALL!!........ Fine, let's do that...... but listen, the underwear is staying on, and that's final! Oh fuck it..... there they go....." I just completely cracked, and I simply couldn't think of any reason not to. We were alone in the house and I was lying with a guy who had known me for longer than an hour and actually liked me for myself. I have to say it was a dizzying experience.

And this is the point where, as a natural blogger, I'm afraid I'm going to fail you. I was thinking the other day about how I'm going to write this - a part of me wants to write down every single glorious detail of that night, so I can always remember it in years to come. Part of me wants to make it another Brain/Vagina dialogue, to add a touch of humour. But the other part of me doesn't want to - mainly because I don't want to freak people out by being too graphic, but also because, for the first time in my life, I want to keep it to myself. Does that make sense? It's strange, especially when I think about all the one-night stands I've happily described. Well, I shall tell you this much:

We went to sleep at half 6

I had my first orgasm-with-someone-else-there (self-induced though, haven't quite achieved THAT goal yet!)

He can last an extrordinarily long time (how? HOW??!)

I was very relieved to discover he was bigger than I thought he was last Saturday

The condom broke - BUT thankfully right at the end when he was nowhere near me. Could've gone a whole lot worse, really!

I have mastered a new position

I will never be able to look at the shower again without blushing

He is a very considerate lover - and he was very surprised when I "took over" near the end. Well, what else was I supposed to do, just lie there and watch??



Acutally, come to think of it, some of that WAS quite graphic! My apologies. But I'm not sorry that it happened, I don't regret it, and whilst I possibly COULD have hung on a little longer, I'm kinda glad I didn't. Because it was worth it.

SUNDAY

Woke up Sunday morning, both in a very good mood, although not good enough to stretch to morning sex (probably cos we were knackered). He went to the petrol station round the corner to fetch some energy drinks for himself and a Diet Coke and SuperNoodles for me and we watched "Hostel 2" - which he hadn't seen, but got very excited about the fact that it was set in Slovakia (similar to where he lived in Czech). I got excited that he was able to translate some of the things they said. But then something happened that was scarier than any naked American getting sliced to death on-screen - Dad came home. All of a sudden we heard this knocking at the window - and looked up to see Dad there, waving at us. Joel must've jumped about a clean foot off the sofa, hastily pushing my legs off his lap and leaping up. It would've been hilarious if he wasn't so obviously nervous.

Anyway, Dad was cool, Joe was very polite, all handshakes and apologies for being in our house - but Dad just waved it off, being very pleasant. I was very proud, I must say! Anyway, he went round to Uncle B's, so we finished watching the film and decided to go out. I didn't own anything remotely sunny in my wardrobe sadly, so had to opt for a yellow Primark dress with the top buttons missing. Which meant there was a LOT of chest exposed..... oops. Decided to brave wearing my white wedges too, get me wearing heels when it's not even an occasion!

We went for a pub lunch down in the village, which was GORGEOUS. We discussed "last night" - he said he didn't regret it in the slightest and was incredibly glad we waited till we were both sober, as it was much better that way. The food was lovely, it was a glorious day.... and then everything was ruined by a certain "arrival." Which meant I had to forsake dessert (chocolate fudge cake! FUDGE CAKE!!!) and leg it home. GODDAMMIT!!!

Went to the local park in the afternoon, bought ice creams and wandered around, marvelling at the size of the place - which never fails to amaze me, despite living down the road from it all my life. Truth be told - it was one of the best afternoons ever, but for some strange reason - I don't feel like talking about it. I can't imagine why. Maybe I'm just in a lazy mood today. Having said that, we didn't get up to much - we just lay in the sun, wandering barefoot over the grass (any excuse to take the heels off) and talking about nothing in particular whilst watching the trees blow in the wind. It was heaven. Although we did have to stop touching each other every time a kid ran past - which, being a park, was pretty much every 2 minutes.

Didn't really want the day to end, but it was getting chilly and I was in pain, so he dropped me off later and I spent the evening curled in a grumpy painful ball on the sofa watching the "Britain's got Talent" final and eating sweets. Dad brought home a Chinese after the pub (despite us having had pizza for tea 2 hours ago..... I love Mum being away, all normal rules go out the window!) and said Joe seemed like a nice lad. Got a text from him later, saying: "This afternoon in the park has become my new happy place."
You and me both.

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