How can it possibly be Thursday already?
My weekend with the Animator was soooooo awesome. Didn’t want it to end — we both called out of work Monday so we could have one more day together. What can I say, except: wow!
Of course I banged him. Fuck Professor’s “agreement” — what is up with that, anyway? I tried to break up with him and instead he pulls this Jedi mind trick where we’re together except I’m dating other guys…? But sleeping only with him, somehow. How did he think this was going to pan out?
I guess he thought I’d eventually get bored of dating and give up the vague ghost of “more” I seem to be after, in our relationship. Well, I’ve found “more” alright but it’s not with Professor.
Oh, Animator… Friday night, we met up in this funky dive bar, shared a cozy table in the corner, talked about our week. He explained his job a little better, and told some great stories about the guys in his shop. Then, we moved onto another bar, to have a beer with some of them.
Crazy dudes, no doubt suffering modest brain damage from huffing auto paint chemicals all day. Flattering, that the Animator would want to introduce us, even though we only just met. You’d never know it, though. He bought my beers and doted on me like his girlfriend the whole time we hung out.
He offered to walk me back to my place, but Professor had left me several messages by the time I checked my phone in the ladies room, so instead of bringing him back with me (where more messages, or worse, might await) I followed him home to his place. Typical bachelor pad, but with a little more style than most. Cool artwork on the walls, for instance. Creative repurposing & jerry-rigging of found objects into lamps, tables, window coverings.
Ooh! He had a big purple couch! He was terribly cute & self-conscious about it, too. Walking in, he warned me that it looked like Grimace died in his living room so I braced myself for a real monstrosity but, no. Just a nice, comfy, muted sofa with a purplish tinge – apparently, it looked gray in the store when he bought it. Too funny, this big cocky guy getting all insecure about his interior decorating.
We sat down on his couch, talked for awhile but all I could think about was kissing him… He was flipping channels, commenting on different shows, blah blah blah — enough already! I took the remote, changed to the lamest thing I could find in the hopes that he’d get the hint that TV wasn’t what I was there for.
Finally. He pulled me close and we got down to business. Soooooo nice, to feel that electricity. I was still relatively sure I wasn’t going to have full-on sex with him (as par the agreement with Professor) but then he did something that absolutely makes me melt, whenever a guy does this: he LIFTED me, and CARRIED me to the bedroom.
Well, to the bed, at least. He lives in a studio apartment, so it’s not like he had to carry me far. Still, what a thrill, when a guy picks you way up in his arms like you’re weightless — a feather, a kitten, a flower — in his grasp. I feel helpless and a little frightened and turned on by such a show of strength. Instantly, my mindset flips to “submit” and “see where this goes.” My pussy puffs up between my legs; the tingling that leads to wetness begins.
What could I do? And who had time to think? My dress had built-in bra cups: when he pulled it over my head, I was naked except a pair of see-thru lace panties. His own clothing tore off with remarkable speed for a guy wearing layers. Once our bare skin was touching, hesitation seemed pointless. I’ve never had a guy in me so fast, swear to god, he must be prehensile. We fucked like animals the first time, I didn’t bother trying to come.
After some water and more making out, Round Two began. Slower, warmer, more purposeful. Bang, right where I needed to be.
And then more water, making out… some pillow talk. This guy is the BEST at pillow talk. Oh my god… I know I shouldn’t be buying most of this crap but it’s soooooo nice to hear. He admires me, tells me how pretty I am, how sexy, how much he wants me, how much he admires me… he imagines scenarios like parties or dinners or events that we might go to, and describes the funniest things happening the way his personality would interact with mine….
Sounds so dorky when I try to explain, but at the time it’s almost magical or maybe more like he’s casting a spell. He lulls me with his voice, conjures sweet, fuzzy thoughts while I close my eyes and smile… He strokes my neck, my back, my lower back… traces my spine, pets my bottom, gives me a SMACK! and then before I know it, we’re fucking again.
So I pretty much described my Saturday and Sunday. And Monday, too, come to think.
Of course, we made it out of bed to eat, shower, get dressed as though we were going out but then something would stop us at the door, and before we knew it, we’d be pawing at each other again…
I only had my Friday outfit and the one change of clothes that I keep with me in my backpack, so before I left Monday afternoon we did laundry downstairs together. I wore his XL sweats, tied & cuffed so that I wouldn’t trip over myself getting around. We laughed & joked the whole time, I’ve never had so much fun doing wash. Being domestic.
I stole some free moments to text Professor so he wouldn’t worry but have been avoiding him all week cause I really don’t know what to tell him.
The Animator called me Monday night when I got home and Tuesday at lunch but later that day he texted again that he had tons of catching up to do from missing work & not spending any time in his studio this weekend. Sounds reasonable, right? But I dunno… if a guy is smitten, he usually finds a way around work or friends or wife or religious views…
And now I still haven’t heard from him. Thursday evening. Two days. I need to get a grip.
And I should call Professor.
