No really, that is a song title, I swear.
CB came over tonight and showered at my place. Actually, he was here before I showed up. We talked for a bit, then he drove me over to pick up my prescription and some pop. While we were at the mall, he got a call that he had to go back to work at 8:30. So we ate a quick dinner, yadda yadda’ed, and off he went. Damnit. I wasn’t all that happy about it, but I understand his reasoning for going, and I can’t argue with a guy who’s helping out his boss, a guy with a torn tendon and a broken ankle.
Pretty happened to be coming over anyway, and I told her that CB had made comments about high school again. And that I wasn’t letting it bother me, as per her instructions that I’m way hotter now than I was in high school, and if this was a high school fantasy thing then it would’ve been over by now, but that he’d said something about why hadn’t I groped his bum in high school. So she looked at me, tilted her head in that way she has, and put it all into perspective.
“This started in high school for him,” she said. “Remember how with you and Mud it started for you way before it started for him? You started the journey before he did?”
…. and the clouds parted and a ray of sunshine shone down on my dumb blonde head ….
“For CB, this started in high school. So he’s at a different point in the journey than you. But that doesn’t mean it’s a high school fantasy, because if it was, it would be over by now. And it sure would’ve been over after he’d introduced you to his friends.”
And that makes total, complete, 100% sense. CB doesn’t keep referring to high school because he wants to still be in high school, or that he wishes I was the high school version of myself. He keeps referring to high school because, as Pretty put it, “that’s when it started for him.” Oooooh. Like me talking about walking around the lake with Mud. That was a big deal to me. Not so big to Mud, because he didn’t see it the way I did. But CB noticed me in high school. I was part of his high school experience. He wasn’t part of mine.
Now, I’m listening to techno dance music (WTF??) and thinking I should probably hit the sack.
Oh, another thing. I started the yadda yadda part of the evening with oral. And CB put a stop to that and we just yadda yadda’ed together. And after, I asked him why he’d stopped me. “Well, how long did you want to keep going?” he asked. “How long would it have taken you?” I asked him. His response? “Never.” Wow, dude. That’s like throwing down a gauntlet!! Never. He has never gotten off orally. Which is probably why it doesn’t factor into his repertoire. But I enjoy doing it. And that really surprised him. So perhaps we can find a bit of middle ground there.
And now that I’ve finished telling you things that you don’t want to know about me… I’ll leave you with this. “Doggy style” is kinda… naughty. Right? Good girls don’t like it like that, only porn stars do. So how – when you’re not the one in charge in a relationship – do you tell the guy that you’re with that you want it from behind? (not in the behind, but from behind) Sticking your ass in the air seems so… not sexy.
October 30, 2009 at 8:31 am
That sucks he had to go back to work, but hey work is work and gotta pay the bills you know.
Broken ankle? Torn tendon? WTF? If I told you once I told you 1000 times you gotta be gentle with the wild monkey circus sex, you are gonna hurt someone.
Ok, doggie style is sexy for even good girls because it really accentuates a woman’s curves. Really, woman’s curves are super sexy and when you are bent over like that it just makes them much better and it is comfy and nice to stand there and grab her hips. So how do you tell him? Just come out and say it. Honestly and not beating around the bush, no pun intended, is a good thing in a relationship.
I bet he went back to work with a smile in his face.