Ok, ok. That wasn't serious, truth is he's currently one of my very favoritest friends. What happen romantically, your guess is as good as mine on that. You should ask him some time and let me know.
But any back to my original point! So we dated for a couple of weeks, and I was pretty smitten, so I decided I would go shopping, buy myself an adorable new top, find my most ass complementing jeans I had and put my wicked smooth moves on him. How could he resist, I mean, I'm pretty fucking impressive when I try. (Full disclosure, I am the least smooth, least sexy, least graceful bitch ever when I try to seduce a man.)
On the big night, I went out to dinner with my cousin and her friends to celebrate her triumphed trip down the birth canal. The night was fun, caught up with some people I hadn't seen in years, and started to feel increasingly old by how grown they had become, they all being close to 4-5 years younger than me and at this point they each were capable to legally drink alcohol. Around dessert I politely excused myself, wished my cuzo a happy birthday and gave her a smile since she had joined me on the mall trip to pick out my new top. "Good luck" she yelled as I walked away, my heels clicking the brick colored tiles of chilies while butterflies nested in my stomach.
I was getting so nervous as I plopped down into my car and clicked the sync button and informed Jorje to "call scruffy"
*ring* "hello?"
"Hay. Want to still hang out?"
I headed over to his house. I went to his room when I arrived at his house.
I demanded acknowledgment of my cuteness, "like my outfit?"
"Um, yea..." Close enough.
I sat awkwardly at the top of the bed and watched what ever he had on the television. We chatted a little bit about our weeks and what we did that evening, this wasnt going exactly how I had been hoping.
But like he always does, as if he were reading my mind, he looked to me "what are you doing up there? Come here." He reached his arm out and towards me to allow me to nestle into him resting my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around me. Here we go, I thought to myself, and again like he read my mind, he pulled me closer to kiss me...
To be completely honest the exact details that got us from this point to the situation that I'm really writing this to get to are foggy at best, there was basically a lot of kissing, snuggling and laughing, hmmm... I love having someone to make out with that it's just generally fun, and you can joke and talk and laugh between lip locks...
But I digress, we got to the point where I was laying in my back, knees bent, with him on top of me, we are both mostly dressed at this point still. I shift a little to get more comfy and I hear the loudest creeping groaning noise I've ever heard come from a bed in my life.
"What the hell?!"
"Yea my beds noisy, it's kinda old, sorry."
"Oh gotcha, no worries."
"Actually," he starts pushing himself up from ontop of me, he's now situated upright in his knees, mostly still between my legs. "This was my parents bed," he proudly puts his hands on his hips and looks at me with a smirk, "I was concieved in this bed." And chuckles "and I hope to one day conceive my children in this bed." He laughs at his comment, hopefully knowing full well how creepy he sounded.
I looked at him, trying to decide how to react, and as per usual, sarcastic smart ass MaeSea comes out, "well that day isn't going to be today! You better wrap that shit up!" We both start laughing and he dives down to me and starts kissing my neck tickeling it, prolonging my laughter and giggling. It was perfect.
Then we totes did it!
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