Have you ever heard the term playing with fire? Well, last night, that is exactly what I did. I invited LC over, and together, we played and boy, it was hot, in the experiment to see if I would get burned.
I invited him over to hang out and watch a movie. We had never really hung out since we began “intimately talking” and this was our first night alone. We got carried away. It was cool in the beginning while we were watching Shooter, but afterwards, it got fun. We kissed, and touched, and played like grownups. The whole time I was thinking… why are we playing like grownups?
I was less nervous than I usually am with someone. He can be soothing, and he had a wonderful body. We didn’t have sex, real sex or oral sex, neither. But the kissing, and touching, and movements did it all. Woah, it was like a movie, with an awkward beginning. He wanted me to take the lead, and I wanted him to take the lead, so it ended with me pulling him closer and hoping that he would do the rest. ::Sigh:: Lmao. We ended up in a hug with a beginning that screamed kiss. I took the moment to laugh awkward until he heated up. Finally, he took the lead. And the rest was history.
… The rest was a fun, interesting, history… LMAO! All while my family is sleeping upstairs. Woo!
When he left, I couldn’t stop reliving moments that would have made a nun blush. When they’re being reenacted all I can do is put on a distressed look and whisper “I can’t believe that happened.” Lol.
My only problem is that I have a problem believing anyone is completely genuine. All of my friends, girls and boys, are completely honest, no matter how much it might hurt a person’s feelings. That’s why I’m friends with them, if I do something stupid, or awkward they point it out, but we all laugh at it. When it’s not in the open, it’s in my head. Things in my head tend to manifest themselves 4 times their size in my arena. I love relationships to be like friendships, just with a little extra on the side. When people say everything is perfect, it throws me off. I know my inexperienced self can’t be perfect! Hmm… so its a little bit of self doubt there… I see it. Hmm… but not really, I am conscience of my self but not self conscience. I think he sensed it too. I kept giving him these looks in between. Gosh, this’ll ruin me.
Either way, we had funnnnnnn.
Lulu out.
