Brace yourself. This is going to be loooonnnggg

Right after work ended at 2pm, I drove down to St. Augustine.  I didn't even bother napping; just gathered my clothes and out the door.  I get there and I could tell in his eyes that he really wanted to have sex.  But it seems like we used all the condoms and needed to go out to get more.  I must say, I am both surprised and impressed that we used all the condoms.  Roommates, not so much I'm sure.  But as soon as we get back with the condoms, it is ON!  It's hard and not quick at all.  I mean, the speed and the intensity was there, but he obviously wanted to make sure I got satisfied.  AND during sex, I accidently let one (or two) loose.  I don't know if he noticed or not, but I'm not about to admit to it!  So, incredibly embarrassing.  Have you ever experienced that?  Just HUMILIATING!  In fact, I know for sure that this is instant fodder for the roommates to use.  But whatever, I'll deal. 

We didn't have sex again until the next morning when we woke up.  Morning sex.  I know he enjoyed it and I did too.  It just took me a bit to wake up and start enjoying it.  I'm very sluggish in the morning.  Afterwards, we go out for doughnuts and our morning wake up beverages.  I have mad sex hair, but I don't care.  More like I wear it with pride.

We take it slow the rest of the morning that I spend there.  We kiss a lot, sweetly at first and then hard.  But we both stop it, not very successfully because we go back to it soon each time.  There wouldn't have been enough time.  I have to leave at 9 to get to work by 10a, and it was already 8:45.  Frowny face.  What a day to have to work.  But he really wants to draw this moment out.  We're not going to see each other until Wednesday AT WORK, which is when I get back into town from visiting family on for the holiday.  For instance, I am getting dressed, my bra is on.  He comes up to me and gives me this embrace, and unhooks my bra!  Another example of how much he really didn't want me to go away for a few days, he looked down my open polo shirt at my tits as I'm sitting in my car about to leave.  He didn't even hide the fact and I kinda encouraged it too.  I have to give him something to remember me by these next few days.  Might as well be my tits.  Great memories with those.

I think I passed the friend test last night.  We went over to friends' of his last night, a friday night happy hour shin dig if you will.  I was nervous of course and semi-quiet at first, if you can believe that.  Towards the end of the night, I was buzzed on beer and smoke, and just having a ball.  THE BOYFRIEND kept giving me crackers to munch on because I was obviously not caring about eating at the moment.  I don't know how it came up, but one of the couple's whose house shin dig it was and another guy that knew THE BOYFRIEND said to me,

"I like you.  You are really cute.  Just your whole ... personality and self is cute."

I blushed and said thank you to them, and looked away.  At that moment, they weren't talking to me (and I couldn't hear the entire conversation), but about me.  I only know this because of what they said and the way they were looking at me.  And I heard this last part really clearly (maybe),

"She's really cute.  She might be the one."
"Oh, yes definately."

Now, I was buzzed, so again that might not be what they said.  This is just what I heard. And I'm pretty sure they were directing it at me because the way they were looking at me was a huge smile, with bright, smiling eyes that really looked at me with this ... amusing "tone" to them.  I honestly don't know how to feel or react to this, because what if that's not what they meant, or clearly meant for me to hear.  Thinking back on it now, it still makes me ... uncomfortable but a little bit warm in the heart.  I am happy I made a great impression on them all.  Later, one of them said to me,

"Thank you for coming.  I really enjoyed meeting you!  I hope we get to see each other again."
"Oh yes, thank you for having me here.  I'm enjoying it very much.  But you should thank (THE BOYFRIEND) for asking me along."

Taking this task in hand myself, I turn to him and said, stuttering,

"Thank you for inviting me.  I'm having a lot of fun."
"Oh, no problem.  I'm glad you're here and having fun."

Sometime before this exchange, THE BOYFRIEND experienced a party foul because he was really high.  He knocked over his bottle of beer onto the carpet.  As he was cleaning up, I looked at him and laughingly said,

"Dude, you are so high."

He looked at me, slightly miffed at this, most likely thinking that I'm angry about his being that high that he party fouled. 

"I'm sorry about that."
"Oh I don't care.  I think it's hilarious!"

He looked genuinely relieved when I said that to him, like everything I said and did that evening just endeared myself to him more and more.  And it just made me feel so ... amazing, for a lack of a better word.  Because there is no way to express exactly how he makes me feel. 

His ex was at the shin dig apparently.  We knew that she was going to be there before going, and he was wavering on going or not.  How it went down:  a bunch of us were sitting in the back room, smoking and talking shit.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone entering the room and then very quickly leaving.  I didn't get a good look.  A good thing because I would have been noticeably uncomfortable and jealous.  THE BOYFRIEND said to me, after the quick exit,

"Did you notice the quick exit?
"Yeah."
"Yeah that was her."
"Ew."
"Yeah, exactly.  MMMhuh."

And we go about our time at the shin dig.  I dont ever see her again.  No idea if he did, when he went out to the kitchen or wherever he disappeared to, and I really don't want to ask or care.  I trust him because I know how he feels about me.

We left around 10:15 because I told him that I really hadn't had anything substantial all day and he just looked ... I don't know, scared a bit.  As we were leaving and saving our good byes, both members of the couple said to me separately,

"You are really cute.  I hope we get to see each other again soon."

I, of course, heartily agreed to this.  One of them, the really "fabulous" one (because he is really the fabulous! one of the two guys), said,

"We should go out on a double date.  To a movie." 

THAT really made me suspicious that they both were saying something ulterior behind the phrasing and smiles.  THE BOYFRIEND just looked really happy that they both really liked me.  There is nothing more exciting than his smile.  And his laugh.  It makes me laugh and smile.  Really big.  It's so infectious and hilarious at the same time.  I love the way he dances when he hears a song he likes on the radio.  Always makes me smile really big.  On the way home, he looked extremely serious at me, worried that I was going to pass out because I haven't really eaten a good portion of the day.  And rightly so.  Because he looked worried, I told him,

"Don't worry.  I'm not going to pass out."
"You sure?  Just checking." 
"Yes, I'm sure."

We head to Sonic, again.  It really comes through in a pinch.  Right when I need FOOD.

His friends are so amazing and chill.  I was instantly comfortable around all of them.  I committed my own party foul early on.  A guy at the party came up to me all friendly like, not like he was trying to flirt with me; he was obviously gay. 

"Hi, I'm Simon."

And offered me his hand.  I just looked at him and didn't say a thing.  Face meet palm.  DUUUUDDDDE, what was I thinking?!!!  Everyone who knows me knows that I have no problem with the gay community.  So why did I balk at him?  I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE!  It still astounds me today as to why I brain farted like that.  Don't hate me!