Okay.
I realize I
REALLY suck shit at blogging lately. But, we're on the brink of 2010, and I'm hunting for a new shiny blog layout, and I'm not going to neglect this anymore. Because I need to vent sometimes. And I know you all miss me dearly. Hah. Anyway.
Where was I...
Last time I promised T stories.. right. T. What a boy.
My girlie 6th sense had kicked in a few times, I thought perhaps there might be some chemistry between us, but was coming off a bad break up & didn't really feel like jumping in to something new.. was kinda in that "fuckmalesihatethem" state of mind.
But, on a whim, one Friday night a group of friends was going to a movie, so I figured, fuck it, invite him.. what do I have to lose? So I shot him a text.
T: "Yeah, I'm so down!"
Nice. Then.. approximately an hour or so before we were all planning to be at the theatre..
T: "Ok, so sorry, forgot about a friend's party, have to go. Call you tomorrow?"
Pretty much the standard brush-off, right? That's what I thought. Didn't expect to hear from him, minus running into him awkwardly the following Monday morning at work.
Ew.Then, early Saturday afternoon, he actually called! A guy, who said he was going to call.. DID! What le fuck! Miracle.
So, since it was summer, we went cruising around in his car (convertible), got ice cream/went for a stroll along the river/park, went to a movie.. it was fabulous so far.
Walking back to his car after the show, and he was like, 'so what now?' and I have really no idea on how to wrap up such a nice little date, and then he was like 'hmm. i know. get in'.
And off we go.
Flash forward 15 mins or so.
T parks kind of around the block from an outdoor public pool. Let's recap quickly: we had already walked, movied, etc., so it was easily 1130 pm or so.
I kinda look at him.. like.. what's le plan here exactly?
He gets out.
"Well, come on!"So I follow him across the park where we hide behind some trees like 13 yr olds sneaking cigarettes in the bushes.
"Okay. Watch the traffic. Wait for a good time, then hop the fence."My mind was going nuts. Traffic. Fence. Jesus.
"I'll go first."Looked over his shoulder a couple times, then climbed over the chainlink fence into the pool grounds.
Jesus. What was I supposed to do, totally wimp out and walk away? So, I threw over my new kitten heel sandals (wasn't going to damage those babies) and scurried over.
We sat in the dark against the wall of the equipment shed. Talked. His smile was one of those that lit up his whole face, not to mention mine.
Then, he stands up. Takes off his shirt. Throws his keys, wallet, and cell on it. Kicks off his shoes, then socks.
"Well?"Cocks his head, grins and then strolls over to the side of the pool, and dives in silently.
I have no idea what my face looked like at that point. My thoughts were racing. I couldn't stop thinking about how much fun I was having that night so far, and the spontaneity (and trespassing haha) T was bringing out in me. Oh, and how lovely his body looked shining in the moonlight.
He called for me to come join him, I replied stupidly,
"I didn't bring my bathing suit". Yeah. No shit. Stupid stupid stupid.
"Would it help if I did this?" Another crooked grin, reached under the water. Tossed his belt on the deck. Then his jeans.
YES.
I emptied my jean skirt pockets, making a nice little pile beside his stash of stuff, and walked over to the side and sat with my legs in the water. In retrospect, I have
no fucking clue why I was so hesitant. He bugged me some more and threatened to pull me in. I stood up, pulled off my shirt, and jumped in.
The water was surprisingly warm.
"See? It's so nice, B."We paddled around, talking (more,I know), keeping somewhat quiet with our heads down so the intermittent passing cars wouldn't spot us. We swam into the deep end (literally, figuratively comes later...). I hung with my elbows on the side of the pool, looking up at the gorgeous summery starry sky. The night had gotten a little chilly, so steam was rising off the water. Yeah. Like.. movie-esque. Starry sky, summer night, steamy pool, alone in a pool with T (in his boxers).. almost too good to be true.
We had kinda stopped talking for a few minutes, but it wasn't an awkward silence at all. Both of us just kinda looking around. I turned from the wall to face back to the middle of the pool to find T, but he had already been swimming up to me and was close. Very close. I had mere seconds to register another perfect smile, and then he kissed me.
I don't know who was the first person to break it. I was surprised at the game this guy had. Pretty smooth. I kinda looked away i guess, and T just reached down in the water, pulled my legs up around his waist, and started kissing my neck. It was just so inexplicably fantastic, him holding me in the middle of the water, his mouth and hands expertly gliding all over my body. And the steam. It was like we were in some sort of private pool in a forest or something.
I snapped out of my thoughts and got right back to the moment when I realized we were drifting with the current. Past where he could touch the bottom enough to not have to try and stay above water, suddenly, he walked us off the ledge and our heads both went under. Of course we bobbed up right away, a foot or so apart, I had a silent mini freak out (OMG MY MASCARA IS IT RUNNING AAAH). We kinda just looked at each other for a second, and then he simultaneously closed the distance between us and pushed me up against the side of the pool, taking my arms and holding them against the edge of the pool. And proceeded to go. To. Town.
I started to just hold on to the edge myself, he used his now free hands to his (my?) definite advantage.
There's something to be said for a bit of force with passion; I definitely need and want it. Anything too blah, or vanilla, and I'm bored. Anyway. At one point I forgot where we were and started to raise myself up a bit and lean on the deck with my elbows. Yup, just high enough to set off the motion light.
I froze, sure it was going to dial the security company or something. Again, why couldn't I just chill the fuck out? Hah.
T laughed at my sudden surprise/freezing. Steam was now coming off both of us, too. He never really had to say much, his face always said it all.
Of course he reached up and pulled me back in. Things we getting pretty hot. Still can't get over how picture perfect it was. The fun went on. Fun fact: those rope/buoy/divider things? If the line is slack enough (it was), and you have some weight on top of you (ie a man), and some balance (I do), you can actually lie on it kinda like a water hammock of sorts. You just have to reach overhead and hold onto the wall where the rope is attached. Anyway. Highly recommend! It didn't take long like that to realize my skirt had ridden up in the water and T was wearing only boxers. And was happy to see me. Helllloooo.
I didn't think getting it on right there was a good idea at that precise moment. Plus, it was pretty damn cold out. We were both starting to shake, not only from the giddy excitement, but out of borderline hypothermia. T pulled me onto his lap and tried to hug me tight enough to warm me up. We seriously couldn't keep our hands/mouths off each other. He had wound his fingers through my hair, pulled my head back, and was kissing up my chest and neck when he got to my ear and breathily said "You're shaking, come on", and paddled us over to the shallow end where we got out, and scampered across the deck to our stuff. It wasn't awkward, we were giddy. Climbing out was substantially harder than in, probably because we were soaked and slipping on the metal fence. He happened to have a towel in the trunk from a trip to the beach, so I managed to dry my hair a bit before we got in. T put up the roof, and cranked the heat. And tunes.
It only took about a minute for all the windows to completely fog up. Thick. Like... Titanic the movie style. Magically, a super cliche, yet still hot slowjam came on the shuffle, and makeout #349909 of the evening immediately commenced. Getting it together, we just started driving. Eventually making it to my place, I ran in and put on some dry clothes, and ran back out.
Younger guy. So, still lived at home. Not a big deal. All the lights in his house were off, and we were trying to be absolutely silent. (That's always when you run into like 50 things and make the biiiiggest commotions). T was never one to ever waste a minute, and no later was the door closed, and again I was up against the wall. Definitely enjoyed his style! God he was good with his hands. We were still in the entry way for fucks sake, and he almost got me off, THROUGH my jeans. Seriously.
Picked me up and carried me downstairs. He went and got some water and we lay on the couch, talking and joking around....etc. Besides the obvious physical connection, he could also stimulate my intellectual side and we always had great conversations. Anyway.
Soon it was late, really late, and he drove me home.. did I mention he was chivalrous too? Came around to open my door, and I got 2 goodnight kisses, one up against the car and the classic one on the doorstep.
So, that was the first date with T. A teaser of what was to come! Sorry if the description got a little too soft-core for anyone.. haha.
Jesus. It's like... 3 am.
Sweet dreams my friends!! Happy to be back blogging!
xx
