Oh boy…and I thought the weekend I had before St. Patrick’s day was a busy one.
Friday night I decided to go out with one of my old roommates, Whit. She had recently turned 21 but had yet to explore what downtown had to offer. Whit is also the same roommate who cautioned me when it came to C. Even though she is 3 years younger than me, she is very mature and a total blast to be around.
We started at the brewery. We had a few beers on the back patio before heading over to a nearby high gravity bar. On the way out we passed the Waiter and he gave me a sly smile. Whit hit me in the backside with her bag as we got to the door.
“Who was that?”
“So which one was Josh?”
This was a reoccurring conversation that we had throughout the night. At the high gravity bar we ran into one of the guys I play in summer rec league with. He is too pretty for his own good and at that point, too drunk as well. He hung onto me for the hour that we were there before I attached him to his equally cute friend and we meandered out the door.
Our final stop was a pub near my house. We settled into a booth with our beers and started chatting about her plans for spring break and my need of a new career. Mid-sentence a guy walked up to our table and slid into the booth beside me. He played with one of the cheesy table games that had been left by the prior patrons and tried to make small talk. I had zero interest and Whit was thoroughly freaked out. She excused herself to go to the restroom while I tried to be as rude as possible to get him to leave. What is the easiest way to be rude? Pulling out a cell phone of course! I started texting everyone that I thought might be hanging on to consciousness at that point.
The first response I received was from C.
I froze for a second. He and I hadn’t really talked lately. Our last real interaction was the last time he came over to my place back in October.
“Hanging out with Whit. Haven’t seen her in a while”
“Yep. You should come over. We haven’t really gotten to hangout”
“I could possibly come have a drink or two”
Without hesitation I downed my beer and kicked Whit under the table. She followed suit and we announced to the intruder that we had to leave. I explained the situation to her in the car on the way back to her house. She doesn’t try to caution me anymore. Instead she laughs and tells me to have fun. I love that about her, she has learned me well.
I sped back to my place and let the dog out before speed cleaning my room and lighting a candle or two. (Yes, candles. I like them.)
C. arrived a few minutes later and I put on music and we curled up on my bed and made small talk like we usually do. As the songs changed The Shins graced out ears and we raved about Garden State. After a little pleading from C., I dug the movie out and put in it.
We made it to the scene where Zach Braff takes Natalie Portman to his friend’s mansion and they have to dodge the arrow he’s shot in the air. C. had been kissing my forehead between sentences and rubbing the small of my back and it was driving me crazy.
He rolled on top of me and fell on my lips hard. I had missed those lips so much more than I am really comfortable admitting. I pushed him back onto his back and pulled off my tshirt. Thank God I took the time to put on a cute bra today.
“You look really great.”
He noticed! Damn right he better have noticed! I’ve lost 21 lbs. since the last time he had been in my bed and for my confidence that made a world of difference.
I pulled his jeans and boxers off and took him into my mouth. Now please understand, I like giving head. I really do! But with C. there is just something about the way that he fits in my mouth. He’s not huge by any means, but if there is a perfect size for every girl, he is the perfect size for me.
He stopped me and pulled me to kiss him as he flipped me onto my back. It was pure bliss. Bliss that I got to enjoy twice! And the last time I was even on top for a bit. Something that I wouldn’t have enjoyed prior to losing some of this weight.
We laid tangled up in the sheets for a few hours drifting in and out of sleep. He had his arm around my waist and kept me pulled close to him. Eventually he released me and got up to leave.
“It’s 6 am. Where are you going?”
“I have to get back to the house before anyone wakes up.”
I know I can’t really be upset. I’m the one who decided to sleep with his roommate. At the same time though, I wish he would find another girl so I would have the opportunity to enjoy C. more often.
I walked C. to the door and kissed him goodbye before returning to my bed and falling into the best sleep I’ve had in months.