Ringing in the New Year Right

Alright, New Year, new boyfriends, new friends.  It was a good weekend.  Friday didn't start out very well for me.  Car wouldn't start before I left for work.  Turns out that I needed a new battery cable.  THE BOYFRIEND and I repaired the car ourselves, even though I knew what I was doing about half the time and he didn't know what to do at all.  And it's a damn good job too!  After that 2 hour job, we left for St. Augustine and to finish his moving.  Which was exhausting.  No nap in between can be hell on a person.  At his old apartment, I'm taking all his stuff down the narrow, steep stairs.  He looks at me and says,

"You are so incredible.  I owe you like three beers for this."
"OH that's nonsense!  We both know we can't afford that.  BUT I will take a night of great sex."

OH. MY. GOD.  When we had sex after that, it was AMAZING.  It was quick, but I came soooo hard.  I swear that he is absolutely amazing.  THE BOYFRIEND just fits, perfectly.  Hits the right spot, fills me out.  And he's totally into the rough stuff.  Murmured throughout,

"Bite me.  Scratch me.  OH GOD!  You are so fucking incredible!" 

An embarrassing moment:  He had me on my knees, from behind, when my vagina decides to just ... make noises, like a really nasty, wet fart.

"Omg, that's so embarrassing."
"I dont' give a damn about that."

We were completely exhausted after that.  We crashed hard on the living room sofa.  Slept for like 10 hours or close to it.  His roommates were loud, drunk and crazy; but we didn't hear a thing.  It was great!

When we woke up, we have quick morning sex.  Just to wake up and then on down for breakfast at the local Cracker Barrell.  While eating my pancakes, some of it missed my mouth a little bit.  I tilted my head back to try and get it before it went on me.  THE BOYFRIEND just looks at me and smiles.

"I think your childlike exuberance is the sexiest thing."

I blushed, my cheeks getting all hot and red.  Personally, I thought that head tilting thingy is more like a dog trying to eat, and not like a child at all.

After we get back, we have sex again!  And almost fuck three times before noon, but he put a stop to it.  Eh, it's not like we don't think it's not gonna happen again.  We are seeing each other pretty regularly.  During the second time that morning, I'm riding him hard, really getting into it.  He says to me,

"Need to get my bed put together so you can tie me up." 

THAT just spurs me on even more.  I mean, come on!  Someone willing to be tied up and have sex like that!?  HOLY SHIT!  It's fucking a turn on to hear that.  Although, ultimately I want to be tied up and fucked hard.  We pretty much do nothing the rest of the day:  got high throughout the day, walked around downtown and listened to good music.   We kissed lots of times, start to get heavy with it.  But, he says to me,

"We need to stop because I know how WE get.  I'm gonna try not to touch you.  It's gonna be hard though."

His roommates were up and about, and we didn't want to be one of those couples.  You know, the ones that have sex constantly and you can hear them through the walls.  But, he makes good on his promise not to go beyond kissing. 

As were walking around downtown, we stopped for a properly poured Guiness.  Oh, that was good.  Two of his friends that I had met before were at the bar, so we chatted with them while we drank.  During the conversation, the woman there with us said to me,

"You are just so cute and amazing!  I am so glad to have met you!"
"Yes!  You too!  I am so happy to have met you both!"

When we got up to leave, it happened again.  From both of them.

"Oh you are just so amazing.  I hope to see you again soon."

That was so obviously pointed at THE BOYFRIEND.  I blush, because, well, I am just not used to this kind of adulation from people.  Usually, they just don't get me.  But THEY do.  It's like I found a place to fit in finally in this Godforsaken town. 

We go to a house shin dig for New Years, the one from last weekend.  I met lots of new people, had a great time.  Couldn't get wasted because I drove (I didn't really want to get too wasted anyways, I had to work early the next morning).  Danced to good music.  Acted like The Pips with one of THE BOYFRIEND's friends that I met at the Christmas Party.  She's so amazing and fun!  Love being around her; it's like the fun in me is brought out to the FULLEST extent when she's around.  THE BOYFRIEND says to us as we are shimmying to Gladys Knight and The Pips,

"I can't believe I introduced you two."

And this just makes us fall into hysterical laughter.  Oh, it's so much fun! 

After the ball drop we were outside by the fire.  With my back to people so my ass can warm up, I get the following, 

"You do have a nice ass.  I noticed that the first time I met you.  Good job in getting her!"

THE BOYFRIEND and her chat about something that I can't fully hear.  But I suspect that it's about his past girlfriends.  Now I honestly want to know more about these girls.  How were they so fucked up that I am so amazing in comparison?  I don't wanna ask about them to THE BOYFRIEND, but I should get it from him.  Maybe a couple other people too.  Just to get their impressions of them.  And how do they feel like they know me so well to say that I am so "amazing"?  But I'm not going to ask that last question because that is way too conceited (although I totally would have as my past, blunt self).

OK, so this post is mostly about random friends of his "singing' my praises to me, but that is exactly how this weekend was.  As we were making our way out the door, one guy said to me,

"Make sure you take your socks off first next time."

I'm not sure how I reacted to this.  Part offended, part wow, can't believe that he said that to me, mostly flustered as ever.  And I highlight "that", because occaisonally I have worn socks while we fuck.  So, in my head, I'm thinking that THE BOYFRIEND mentioned this to him.  But as it turns out, he didn't and it was just a fucked up coincidence. 

When we get back to the house, we fuck.  For a long time.  I'm starting to think that he may have "whiskey dick" because he was drinking and getting high often at the party.  But no, he just really wanted to see me cum a lot.  He cums, and we lay side by side, my ass snuggled up close to him.  He starts rubbing against me, his hand reaching between my legs.  I'm thinking that he just wants to see me cum again.  Okay, I can do that.  He sticks his fingers in me, makes me cum then pulls them out and brings it up to my mouth so I can taste myself.  Yes, this turns me on even more.  He then takes my hand and has me do it to myself, bringing my fingers up to his mouth for him to taste. 

"I want you to suck my dick."
"Do you? I wanna hear you beg for it."
"PLEASE suck my dick.  It feels so good.  Please, please, please."

So, I do.  And he cums really quickly.  For a guy to have just finished maybe 20 mintues ago, I was thinking that IF  he was going to finish it would be like an hour later.  But, nope!  When I stop going down on him, I bite his rib cage, and he just moans and takes a sharp inhale.  OMG.  Usually, I bite his rib on my way down to his dick.  Definitely a difference, but not too much.  He doesn't moan on the way down. 

We fall into an exhausted mass after that, and into a deep sleep.  It was a good weekend.  And I'm looking forward to more like it this year.  I hope we last long enough to do it again next year.  I am really enjoying my time with him!  And I don't mean just the sex either.  Although, clearly I am enjoying that as well.  Seriously, he is extremely different from THE EX.  In every possible way.  *sigh*  I wonder when I am gonna fuck up and loose it forever.