The Circus And Beyond

Friday was a double date at the circus.  The boyfriend and I went with a married couple, the same couple whose house party it was last weekend.  Well, anyways, they all came in one car to pick me up; the boyfriend having gone back to st Aug after his shift while I finished mine off.  I'm throwing clothes around my room looking for the right thing to wear.  We are all going dressed up, sunday-ish best.  I try on this black pencil skirt, with a white long sleeve shirt, top button not buttoned, and a tight, small vest.  Hot, right?  Yeah, I know.  My roommate wanted me to tuck in my shirt.  Ain't happening.  No way.  I don't tuck my shirt in except for an interview.  Instead of the skirt, though, I decided on a pair of black pants.  Still hot.  When they get there, he's in the front seat, and I have to sit in the back.  Totally ruined my drive to the arena.  But whatevs.  I'll deal.  At the circus, he's mostly talking with the woman with us.  I'm getting jealous.  Not because I think he's into her.  No, because he's talking to her and they have lots of things that they have stories about.  He's known her for a couple years, has lots of things to remember, and of course their huge knowledge of music.  And then there is me.  Known him for about two months, and most certainly do not know music trivia.  I just want to have good times with him too, that aren't sex.   I want to be able to have times like that with him.  I know I just gotta wait for it.  It'll come on its own. 

After the circus, he stayed with me overnight.  I worked at noon saturday.  We fucked two times before I had to go in to work, and I loved every minute of it.  No spanking though.  Roommates were home and they were sure to hear it.  Hearing sex is one thing, but hearing sex spanking is another.  After my shift, I gathered THE BOYFRIEND and we went back to St. Augustine. 

We smoked out and then fucked.  Well, we fucked but he couldn't cum, so the condom came off.  But it was almost immediately after that he was looking for another one.  But he couldn't find one!  Of course!!  Right when we need it the most, we can't find one.  So, I sucked him off; I have no problem going down on him.  Especially when sex is fantastic as it is with him.  We rule!  I came twice in a row!  HELLO!  Fucking amazing when that happens.  A funny thing happened about, oh, three hours later I found a pack of four condoms in the same box that he hunted repeatedly through for them and came up empty.  He looses things, I find them. 

Later that night, we were both drunk and horny.  So we tried again.  He was amazing as always.  But him being drunk and also it being the fourth time that day, he couldn't cum.  I hope that doesn't give him blue balls, having to give it up and then wait until we fuck next.   During sex, we couldn't stop fucking, even when tired and exhausted.  It felt so right and so good.  We already know that sex is phenomenal together. 

Overall, it was a great weekend, despite the amount of time that we actually got to spend together.  He wants me to come down after my shift and before he has to go to bed before his shift.  I'm debating on whether I want to do that or not.  I probably will.  But then there is also tomorrow, where I don't have to work (but he does).  We can still spend a much longer time together tomorrow than today. 

Another thing, he's been calling me "baby" a lot.  "Hello, baby."  "I just came out here to see my baby, and give her a kiss."  Etc.  Not sure how I feel about it.  Never been called "baby" before.  It's all new to me.  I like it, but, also, do I really need to be given the sweetheart nickname that is "baby"?  I call him "darling", "sweetheart", and "honey".  So why can't he call me "baby"?  I'll allow it to pass go and collect $200. 


There was a thing at friends' house Saturday night, that I had kinda didn't want to go to because I knew that I would run into her, THE BOYFRIEND'S ex.  I didn't want to deal with that.  But the night was slow, and he wanted to get out and do something, so I consented for him.  And she was there, of course.  All up in my business, ruining my night out with him, just being so obvious with her past connection with him.  He was talking about Ohio Express' song "Yummy, Yummy, Yummy",

"I love that song!"

To that she replied,

"Yes, you really do."

I got soooo angry then.  BITCH!  You do not talk like that about MY MAN in front of me.  And you know that she knew I was there.  But, to be good for him, and NOT cause a scene, I just got up and went to the kitchen.  He followed.  I just told him that I was going to go out by the fire and smoke a cigarette for a bit.  And to calm the fuck down, I thought.  He was cute, and just replied,

"I just want to kiss you.  Need to get my quota in."
"Oh! And we haven't met that yet, I take it.  Or has the bar been significantly risen?"
"It has risen a lot by now, yes." 

It was totally a coverup for making sure that I'm okay with everything, that I know how he feels about me.  And I felt like telling him that it wasn't with him I was that annoyed/bothered me.  That I know exactly how he feels about me, cause I feel the same way.  That the amount of time we get to spend together isn't nearly enough right now.  That my heart skips a beat when I see him, and when he leaves me.

BUT that wasn't the beginning of the party, that was actually about an hour before we left.  We got there around 10p, hung out and chatted for a bit.  She was outside.  When she came back in, I just got up and went back into the "VIP Lounge" to smoke out and drink, and most importantly forget that she was there.  BUT she ended up back there anyways.  I just left to go outside.  ANYWHERE that wasn't where she was.  I hung out there, until the puppy dog eyes from THE BOYFRIEND brought me back in.  He didn't want to leave me alone, although even before we went to the party, I wasn't really feeling like being around people.  Sometimes I just want to be alone, not depressed alone.  Just at home, or at the movies or mall.  He understood why I didn't want to be in there, i.e. her.  I can't help but get upset and annoyed (as well as horny it seems) when I think about her and him together, her knowing him the same way that I do. Yeah, I'm going to dwell on this for a while.  But I'm going to be good for him.  And not put it out there for everyone to see.  We went inside and danced in the kitchen; a slow, sweet dance where he twirled me around a couple of times. Then we swayed and he held me close to kiss me sweetly and long.

No one else at the party has a problem with her, so they invite her out, as well as THE BOYFRIEND and I.  And I'm not saying that they shouldn't.  I just need to figure out how I feel about the situation and THE BOYFRIEND.  I need to get over the fact that she was there first.  But also keep in mind how he feels about me and our relationship together.  That he is THERE with me, and not thinking about what is was like fucking her AND me, you know comparing us both.  Cause honestly, there isn't any comparison needed.  Together we rule!  I'm just not going to be a friend to her, or talk to her, anytime soon.  Just sayin'.  At least I don't think about him fucking her while he is fucking me.  That's a win, I imagine.