Two months, yep.

Firstly, is it just me or do soccer (futbol) players have really hot asses?  Seriously, I could take a bite out of one and be chewing for hours on end.  It's that prime, that Ivanovic ass for Chelsea.



Look at that ass!  GOD ALMIGHTY!



Friday was an interesting day.  I barely got to see him at the station.  He was super busy writing for the shows.  And before he left the station, he comes by my cave so we can go outside to smoke.  I'm hoping we are alone for at least a little bit of time, but alas, there are people out there and I don't get the alone time that I really was wanting at the time.  So, we talk with the coworkers about the geeky thing they wanted us to shoot this Saturday.  And I go back to my cave.  After work and gathering clothes up from my place, I get to St Augustine.  He really wants to eat,

"I waited for you to get here."
"You didn't have to do that.  I appreciate it, but you really didn't have to."
"I don't care what we make, I'll eat anything at this point."

I was watching the cat and I couldn't really see what she was doing, so I lifted one leg up, so that my crotch was open for viewing, at the same time he said that last bit.  He laughed at that and said,

"Not what I was talking about, but I get what you were doing."

"What do you mean?  I was just trying to look at the cat."

"Oh I thought you were lifting your leg up like you were offering me your pussy."
"MMM not exactly.  But that works too."

So we head to Publix to get some supplies for dinner, cook and then eat.  I'm all ready to fuck at this point, HOWEVER, he falls asleep on the couch.  This is starting to become a trend.  Well, I can't wake him up to head up stairs to sleep in his bed.  At some point, I take off his shoes.  He didn't wake up while I was doing this; he actually adjusted so that I could take off the other shoe!  But I head upstairs to sleep in his bed.  He comes up about 5 hours later and comes to bed.  I think I said very scoldingly,

"You finally decided to come upstairs to sleep."

Hey, I was a tad angry that he fell asleep on the couch instead of being with me.  But whatever.  It didn't seem to affect him much.  And I just rolled over and went back to sleep.  We wake up around 6:30-ish the next morning.  I want to fuck.  I'm horny as ever.  I'm up against him, kissing him, trying to get him into it, but obviously he doesn't want to.  I'm thinking,

"Ok, maybe it's my breath.  My mouth is tasting pretty badly right now."

I get up to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.  When I come back, mouth all minty fresh, not wearing any thing except for a maroon lace thong.  Hot, right?  That's what I thought, too. But THE BOYFRIEND is sitting up, looking up shit on his computer.  So I resign myself to just being there while he does his thing, making coffee, doing dishes, taking out the trash, smoking a cigarette.  Around 9 A.M. he finally kisses me like he wants to fuck too.  So I say to him,

"I've been waiting for this all morning."

We fuck, but he doesn't want to cum in me, so after I cum a few times, I go down on him until he cums.  He actually pushes my head down so I get the picture as to what he wants.  Alright.  He's not wearing a condom and doesn't want to play Russian Roulette too often.  I get that.  Not a problem. 

We head up to Jacksonville, separately; I gotta work at 12p so taking separate cars is the best plan.  We shoot the thing they want us to do (talking about comics, or rather arguing about comics).  I go to my cave for a few hours and do my work thing.  Then head out to meet up with the crew for some food.  Which was fun.  Haven't gone drinking/eating with the coworkers in a long ass time.  Geeked out.  Learn that I need to go to OP for the next part that they want ME for.  So I go back to my place to gather a bunch of comic books and THE BOYFRIEND decides to come along and offer me a ride to OP. 

Back at my place.  I'm already there, gathering the things I need for the next leg of the night.  He walks in the door, closes it and starts kissing me, hard.  Pushes me down on the bed and just almost mauls my face.  He then starts really grabbing at my breasts hard with one hand, and starts unziping my jeans with the other, and rubs my clit. 

"Oh that's where it is.  I found it."  a shit eating grin gracing his face
"Should I put on some music?  Or do you want to stay quiet? "
"Put on some music."

I pull down my pants some more, getting to have sex, as I get up to the computer.   He comes from behind me and just starts fucking me from behind.  This completely distracts me from finding music; how am I supposed to concentrate when he is doing that?  I get The Smiths playing, I'm still unsure how honestly.  So we start fucking on the bed now.  We both finish and, get this, he's still inside me and wants to keep going, saying to me,

"I don't know if I can do it again." 

But the guy keeps thrusting and says next,

"But I don't want to stop.  You feel soo good."

So we do it again.  Quick this time.  He gets real rough with me, puts his arm up against my neck, and growls at me as he is just hammering away,

"Cum for me.  I want you to cum again!"

And I do, at the same time he does.  The look on his face as he comes down is this huge ass smile, part look what I did, part omg that felt amazing.  Sorry to say it again, but We Fucking Rule at fucking!  Wait, no, I'm not sorry.  Cause it's the truth.

What's really funny:  I come back from the bathroom and he is kneeling on the floor, pants down to his knees still, his bare ass just out there, and he is reading one of my comic books.  So cute and so funny!  God, he really does make everything so much better when I am around him. 

We get back in the car, it's like an hour later than what I think I told the chick who's house we are going to in OP.  He looks at me and says,

"You do realize that they will know what we were up to when we finally show up?"
"Oh yeah, if they don't already know, they will now." 

 We had been trying to keep it somewhat quiet at work that we are dating, not exactly successful at it, but it wasn't very widespread knowledge around the station. 

We get done with what I was needed for, and head back down to St Aug to go to the Tavern.  Love the Tavern in St. Aug.  Such a great place.  We drink and talk with a friend of his.  Well, I talk more with the guy that I just met, but I don't think THE BOYFRIEND really wanted to talk that night.  I was getting into the conversation, really smart that guy.  THE BOYFRIEND texts me,

"We should TOTALLY do it when we get back to my place."

That gets my attention, but it's a little bit more time later that we get up to "go get some air", really I think he just wanted to get away from the guys at the table.  He said to me as we were standing outside,

"I'm kinda exhausted.  But, who knows, I might get frisky later."

To that I laughed and just said,

"You always get frisky.  Especially when I'm trying to sleep."
"Oh it is not all just me.  You have a part in this too."
"Yeah, I'm just naked and snuggled up against you and you get all handsy."  laughing heartily at this argument we are having.  I mean, really?

It's then that we decide to leave and walk home.   On our way home, we are walking side by side, when he stops and asks me what day it is.  I tell him, it's the fourth, and tomorrow (Sunday, which by that time it was Sunday, but no one really counts that anyways) is the fifth. 

"So, tomorrow it will be 2 months."

It takes me a second to realize that he is talking about us.  Is that normal, for the guy in a relationship to remember the date we started dating and not really the chick?  Eh, it is what it is.  But yeah, Two months.  And going really well.  Seeing each other almost every day of the week, getting really comfortable around each other.  But it is the sex that we are really quite good at together.  Yes, there have been one or two times that things quite sucked, but overall, come on.  It's really hard to find someone that really works well with you in the bedroom department as well as outside.  And twice friday, from two separate people, I got how "cute" we are together and that it's so "great to see that we are happier when we are together."  To each, I just rolled my eyes, but secretly loving every second of it. 

And yeah, we get frisky as we settle down to sleep that night.  Amazing as always.  Afterwards, he gathers me up in his arms and we cuddle.  THE BOYFRIEND whispers to me as we both drift off into dreamland,

"This is what I like the best.  Being here with you like this."
"Yeah, me too."

In the morning when we wake up, rather abruptly and before the alarm goes off, he says to me,

"You're still here?"
"Yeah, I'm still here.  What'd you expect?"

He gets slightly embarrassed and says,

"You know what I mean."

He is coming up here today after I get off work so that he can watch the Superbowl (straight guys and their sports, geesh eye roll).  Can't wait.  A cave worker of mine asked me Friday if we had any plans for V-day.  I said no, not as of yet.  It's in the middle of the work week, so I doubt any late night plans are going to occur.  But I have no idea if he's got anything special planned the weekend before.  The coworker said that I shouldn't say anything about it, and see if he does anything.  That's what I was basically planning to do.  Play it cool. 

And that's it.  Another amazing weekend with THE BOYFRIEND.  I'm hoping that things continue like this, and it doesn't get hard.  But I suspect not.  He's really easy going, and amazing.  I hope he feels the same way about me.  Probably.  I know, you can't see my face right now, but I am smiling from ear to ear.  I'm that happy.