Best. Weekend. Ever.

Lemme explain.

Friday night, Professor took me out to a super-sweet dinner to celebrate my name on the mailbox & our “official” status as cohabitators — not the most romantic word choice, but the thought was nice. He’s such a dork… which is wonderful, cause not a lot of people appeal to the “Poindexter” side of my personality.

Great meal. We shared a cheese plate so good I almost wanna weep now, just remembering the creamy lushness. We did the chef’s tasting menu, too, each ordering different nibbles so we could try almost everything on offer. Wine flowed, conversation followed… we were holding hands, making goo-goo eyes, the whole nine yards. After dessert, we took a long stroll through the neighborhood, talking & laughing & blissing out on “happy couple” vibes.

We got home, and he actually tried to arouse me before he ripped off his pants. Operative word: tried. Gotta give him credit for lots of long, slow, lovely kisses and even a few caresses, but unfortunately I was a little taken aback by his efforts. Just as I realized I was slipping into the pleasure zone, my brain woke up like, “Wait a sec! He never does this! What’s going on…?” and kinda put a damper on things for me. But I’ll be ready next time. Assuming, that is, I don’t have to wait for another major relationship milestone to get some more foreplay.

Saturday morning, we fucked again: quick, hard, urgent, awesome. He was heading out the door to help his mom with some house stuff when I got a text from the Animator. Great timing! I had a few hours to myself that afternoon, so why not? I could use some extra attention after being so worked up twice in the last 12 hours.

We met in the little park outside his studio, and instantly my body was like, “YEAH!!!” So liberating, to not have to bother with dating rituals or social courtesies — we both knew why we were there, and pounced on each other accordingly.

He took me inside where he’d set up a cute little futon just for us. Warm candles, soft blankets, chilled water. First thing he did was lie me down, spread my legs, and dive in… Heaven! A little weird, though, to think that he had his mouth where Professor just dumped not one but two loads recently. Sure, I’d showered afterwards, but still.

Is that a FWB faux pas? Should we have written a “full disclosure” clause into our agreement? I’m trying to decide if I’d care if he was banging me on the same sheets that some other chick just creamed/sweated all over, and I can’t really say how I’d feel. On one hand, it’s kinda gross but on the other hand, ignorance is bliss. Pretty sure I wouldn’t want to know, but then dirty sheets are one thing. Another man’s semen in the pussy you’re eating is another.

Whatever. We had a blast until it was time for me to head back to the apartment & get dinner started. Professor came home minutes after I did, but I was so fast in the kitchen he assumed I’d been there all day. Perfect timing! Another lovey-dovey evening together, and then Sunday he surprised me with a day trip to this farm market in the country. Another text from the Animator, which I had to ignore until I got back.

Now, we have plans to hook up again tomorrow night. He says he just finished a book on erotic massage and he’d like to “practice” on me. Woot!

I almost feel guilty, having my cake & eating it too. But it’s hard to feel bad, when Professor clearly is not interested in meeting my needs in bed, and when the Animator is delighted to be “used” this way.

I am one lucky chick these days!

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