The return of the exes (another EXTREMELY long post)

This is going to be kinda disjointed; I'm trying to piece together everything that happened this weekend, and a lot happened.  So bear with me.  There's a lot to process.  

Okay, funny thing.  THE BOYFRIEND is napping when I get to his place friday.  I disrobe and crawl into bed with him; sometime later, he rolls over, reaches across me to pull me closer and says,

"I just want to fuck."

I'm just about to die from laughter.  But I can't laugh.  I don't want to wake him up, he looks so cute sleeping.  When he finally does wake up, I told him what he said and continually laughed at him periodically throughout the night.  

Saturday, we wake up, have sex at some point in the morning, watch Bill Hicks before I have to head in to Jacksonville for my shift.  When I GET to work, however, I was told that I'm not really needed, like at all.  So, I stay for an hour, get some stuff done.  Then, leave.  I get to St. Augustine again, his best-friend-from-like-forever is there.  We go to the tavern, of course.  Where else would we go?  Eh, it's a great bar with great people.  I'm not complaining.  It's funny.  

So, at The Tavern, THE BOYFRIEND and I were hanging out with the really old friend of his.  Apparently, it was an "Hey, I really like this girl, I want you to meet her and give your approval" hangout with the-best-friend-from-like-forever.  And, as usual, I passed.  He told me several times after I first met this girl at his house that she likes me, and that her approval of me means so much to him.  Which of course means a lot to me.  What they (and by they, I really mean her) were checking was if I was gonna care (read: batshitcrazy) if he hung out with his friends who are mostly girls.  I told her,

"I'm secure enough in how I know HOW he feels about me, and that you guys are NOT like that, to not care about how you two act together."

Okay, so I've had a few posts in which I've doubted that, but she doesn't know that.  And honestly, I don't care how he acts with his female friends.  It is mostly WHY does he find me attractive kind of doubts.  Not, OMG he is flirting with other women.  OMG!

Hilarious moment of the night, however, was when he leaned in to give me a kiss and tell me how much 1) her approval of me means to him, and 2) that he really likes me.  He called me by an ex's name!!!  Now, many girls would be totally offended by it.  I just acted offended and waited patiently while he apologized profusely.  The ex's name that he called me was "Jewel", so same starting sound.  When I started to feel bad for him, I told him,

"It's okay.  Go to the bathroom.  I'll be right here when you get back.  Don't worry.  I'm NOT going anywhere."
"Okay, as long as you are still going to be here."

When he came back, we cashed out.  At the bar counter, he apologized profusely again.   I just said to him,

"Hey, I've forgotten it already."
"No, you haven't."

Which, honestly, I hadn't but I'm not going to say it to him, when I really just thought it was hilarious.

"Yes, I have.  Don't worry about it."

He stopped apologizing and we went to go drop off the friend at her house and get some dinner before settling down to watch the wrecking of Tebow by Tom Brady and The NE Patriots.  We only saw the first half.  The BOYFRIEND took two bites out of his sandwich, before he passed out on the couch.  I could not wake him at all.  So I just put away his sandwich and head upstairs to sleep.  He came upstairs at some point in the night and we sleep until about 7/8:30 the next morning.

We have sex, like, three times Sunday.  Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the early evening before the going-away-shindig that evening.  Space it out.  We don't get all sore, and everyone is happy throughout the day/night.

So last night I made a fool of myself in the worst possible way.  Shindig at a friend's house with the boyfriend.  I want a beer, there's some in the fridge.  I ask the friend if I can have one, she tells me to ask the person who's beer it is.

"Oh that's katie's," 

says the boyfriend.  So I ask her.  And introduce myself.

"Oh I'm insert my name, insert THE BOYFRIEND's name girlfriend."
"Oh I know.  I'm his ex-girlfriend." 

My heart fucking fell a thousand fucking miles.  But my visage was held together well, I think.

"Oh! Okay! " 

as cheerful as I could be.  I go back in the house.  I corner the boyfriend by the fridge, kiss him lightly on the mouth.  He is not responding to this kiss like I was hoping he would.  In fact, not at all.   

"I just found something out and now I feel like a fool."  
"Oh what? " 
"Later."'
"Can I guess?"
"Oh I'm sure you can!"
"Uh huh!"

Few minutes later, 

"All I gotta say is, why?"

"I've been asking myself that for a while."

She comes into the kitchen and says to me,

"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

I lie and smile, 

"Oh no, it's fine."  Shoot me in the fucking head.

And re-live it the rest of the night in my head.  Apparently, this is the same EX that was at the Christmas party, the quick exit one.  Oh yeah, I got to meet her finally!  I'm all bundles of happiness right now!  Yay!   Sarcasm is my tool for trying to relieve a stressful situation.  Can you tell yet?  

Around 11p we leave and go to the tavern.  I get fucking toasted.  2 1/2 beers in about 30-40 minutes.  Yes.  I was DRUNK.  And apparently the fucking bitch ex was there, too!  God, could I not have some time without her around?!!  We go home, and I'm exhausted but horny too.  I'm feeling the need to claim my man as mine, that I care about him and need him so much.  Been feeling the need since the party.  So we fuck; I told him early that he shouldn't expect me to be able to do anything, he knew I was drunk.  That's why we were at the Tavern, to get drunk.  However, he didn't cum because apparently I tapped him out earlier.  But I told him, as we are lying there after, 
We are so on the same page with everything.   It's wonderful the way this is going.  

"You are mine."
"I am yours.  And you are mine."  a little later, he said,
"I haven't felt this way about someone in a long time."
"Yeah, me either."

I wake up in the a.m. completely HUNG OVER.  BUT feeling good.  I was still ruminating over the embarrassment late into the morning.  Nobody fucking told me who the fuck she is/was, whatever.  Not even THE BOYFRIEND, who I expected to fucking say something.  But I digress.

But I gotta tell you, the next time we fuck, I'm thinking all about her in my head.  What was she like, was she better at sucking him off, how did she kiss, did he say the same things to her as he does me... etc.  Yeah, it was bad.  The sex wasn't, though.  I didn't have to fake, AND I made him cum while on top of him.  So, overall, I think it was a win.  For someone.  Not sure if it was for me or not.  


Before I leave so that THE BOYFRIEND can get some sleep before his shift that night, we cuddle and kiss on the bed.  It's totally a preparation cuddle for sex, because next thing I know he's got his hands on my bra, unhooking it, and trying to get it off of my body without removing my arms from the armholes of the shirts.  Unsuccessfully I should add.  Eh, whatever I gotta jet soon anyways.  We take off our clothes, he reaches down between my thighs to try to get me wet, when of course I'm already wet.  So, I press my back against his front.  And you know the drill, undulations, no penetration just yet.  He tells me how he feels about every part of me that is somehow used or viewed as sexual.  Butt, hips, pussy, tits, mouth, lips...  It's like he wants to make sure that I know that he views me as beautiful and that I really turn him on.  

"Oh, you make me so hard.  Can you feel how hard I am?"  etc.

He's trying hard to make sure that I'm the only one for him, to quell my possible fears, thoughts, doubts.  At least right now.  Yeah, he's adorable.

OH, OH, OH!  He has to pause for a moment while we are fucking.  So I squeeze my vaginal walls.  He gets this look of absolute pleasure and happiness on his face, and says to me,

"How do you do that?"

I just smile, and shrug, like it's my secret and I'm not going to tell you.  So, girls, try it.  The boys LOVE it!

Alright, that's my story of this weekend.  It's quite the read, if you read it all that is.  Do whatever you like, read it however you want.  Just read it.  And share it.  Please.

MUAH!!!  Je vous remercie de tout coeur, et Beaucoup d'Amor!