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Please Don’t Talk During Sex. Thanks.

15 Jun

Back in April I met Adam, the captain of our softball league. I’ve been meaning to write about him for a while, so this is post is a bit overdue.

Meeting Adam

At the beginning of this semester I made friends with Carrie, another young teacher from my district. We had plans to go to a popular country bar in town, so I donned my new boots and my rhinestone cowgirl hat and drove to Carrie’s house. When I found her house, a few of her friends were already there. Including Adam.

Adam and I bonded over our love of country music, and I teased him for wearing a cardigan and a faux-hawk. He kept calling me a “peach” and he asked me to dance a few times. By the end of the night, he had my number and we kissed goodnight at Carrie’s front door.

I woke up on Carrie’s couch early the next morning ready to go home, but I had drunkenly given my car keys to Adam in the parking lot the night before and forgot to get them back from him. When he came back to Carrie’s house to return my car keys, Carrie oh-so-thoughtfully brought up my bookroom sexcapades in front of Adam. Swell.

Naked Adam

I didn’t really hear from Adam again (shocking!) until Carrie and I ran into him at a baseball game about a month later. After the game Adam invited me to watch a movie with him at his house where we drank wine and ate frozen mashed bananas with chocolate sauce. Naturally one thing led to another and we ended up making-out on his couch.

Originally, I didn’t want to have sex with him so soon, but after an hour or two of foreplay and a couple more glasses of wine, I gave in. The sex was good in the beginning, and it was adventurous too. We moved from bedroom to living room to kitchen and then back to bedroom. Then he went soft. Literally.

Just as we moved back to the bedroom, Adam decided to ask me a question:

Adam: “Is the bookroom better than this?”

Me: “No!”

 Adam: “Really?”

He seemed surprised by my answer, so I felt the need to explain.

Me: “Of course not! It’s a bookroom. It sucks.”

By this point he started to go soft, so I too decided to suck. It didn’t work. WTF?!

Adam: “I think we had a miscommunication.”

 Me: “Clearly.”

 Adam: “I asked you if this was better than the bookroom, and you said no.”

Oops.

Me: “Ooh, I heard, ‘Is the bookroom better.’ Of course this is better than the bookroom!”

 By that point the sex was over, even though he didn’t finish. I rolled off of him and got dressed. We hung out for a little bit longer and he wanted to finish what we started, but the moment had passed. He walked me out to my car and kissed me goodnight, and we agreed that we would do it again sometime.

It’s been a month, and it hasn’t happened again.

I know the Adam story isn’t over yet because since that night he has given me some signs that he is still interested – but that’ll be another blog post.

Lingering Thoughts

  • Who brings up past sex partners in the middle of sex?!?!
  • Adam must be very insecure to feel the need to ask me for validation.
  • Carrie has a big mouth and I am never telling her anything ever again.

A Snake in the Bookroom

13 May

Last week was a great week for my…ahem…garden. Monday Viper and I had a secret rendezvous in my bookroom. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t a great idea because we nearly got caught, but hey, you only live once, right?

By the way, isn’t there a new acronym for that? YOLO or something? That just makes me think of yogurt.

Forbidden Fruit

Allow me to take you back a few weeks before I tell you about our bookroom affair.

After our initial bit of bedroom fun, Viper came over again a week later to seal the deal. That’s right, it took a week. It felt like eternity. It would have happened sooner, but Mother Nature decided to intervene for a few days. What a bitch.

Anyway, Viper hasn’t been back to my apartment in over a month since he lives an hour away…and he has kids and a roommate. Damn. Oh, and the roommate is his baby mama. His words, not mine. Double Damn.

Yes, I’ve known about his roommate from the beginning, and no, I do not know if they are still involved or not. Quite frankly, I don’t really care for several reasons:

  1. I have needs, and he satisfies those needs.
  2. This ensures that my relationship with him will remain completely physical, which is just what I need right now.
  3. He is not allowed to get jealous when I do my single girl thing.
  4. His relationship with her is his business, not mine.
  5. He is a grown man and he can do what he wants with whomever he wants.

Secret Rendezvous

Since it is difficult for Viper to get to my apartment, we’ve had to make do with the resources available to us such as his classroom and my bookroom. Usually we’ll just have a hot and heavy make out session in one of those two locations after school, but sometimes we get a little carried away. I mean, the first time Viper and I took advantage of the bookroom, he literally ripped my panties off. Aye!

The bookroom is a windowless room off of my classroom. The only way in is through my classroom, and the door to the bookroom automatically locks from the outside but not the inside. The only surveillance cameras at our school are outdoors. This is why we use the bookroom. It is a fortress.

On Monday, we were in the bookroom doing our thing (quietly, I might add), when suddenly we heard a noise coming from my classroom. Viper froze and we both listened. A moment later, there was another noise. It was the custodian coming to clean my room.

We quickly redressed and I grabbed a stack of random books off of the shelves. I flipped the light off just before opening the door while Viper hid in the back corner of the bookroom. The custodian glanced up as I walked into the classroom, and I cheerfully said hello. I took great care in setting down my large pile of random books and organized them on my table in a very precise manner. I then pretended to notice a poster that had fallen off of my wall earlier that day.

I smiled at the custodian and asked her if she had any duct tape. She doesn’t speak much English, so I pointed to the strips of duct tape keeping other posters and samples of student work mounted on the wall. The custodian smiled and said, “Un momento” and disappeared from the room. I quietly tapped the door to the bookroom, and Viper flew out of my classroom. Thirty seconds later the custodian returned with duct tape, and I calmly taped the poster back to the wall. After a few more trips into the bookroom to grab additional books for my pointless collection, I left.

Viper and I finished what we started on Wednesday. And it was good.

Making Out is Underrated

9 May

One would think that after several months of serious flirting, I wouldn’t have been surprised when Viper kissed me for the first time. I mean he had been bringing me sugary treats for a month, we had two super-secret-early-morning breakfast dates before school, and he had already been to my apartment once (but that was completely G rated. We sat on my couch and talked for an hour. Whoop-de-doo). So when he finally kissed me, the first thought that ran through my head was, “Holy crap, what the hell is going on?!?!” But don’t worry, I didn’t embarrass myself. I hope.

Quick question: have you read my post, Luck of the Irish? Well, this post is about the hours leading up to my horrible first date. In retrospect, I probably would have been more traumatized with that experience had I not seen Viper first, but luckily I managed to squeeze in time for Viper between The Ex’s brother picking up the TV and my date with Mark. The Brother left, and about three minutes later Viper arrived. I swear the God of the Newly-Single was smiling down on me at that moment.

Making Out is WAY Underrated

Since I had bought a new TV to replace the old one, Viper helped me set it up in my living room. I hugged him as a thank-you, but instead of letting go immediately after the hug, he kept his hands around my waist. We smiled at each other for a minute before he made his move. He wasn’t tentative about it either. He just went in for the kill, which is probably part of the reason I was so surprised. I didn’t see it coming. It was also the first time I had kissed someone post-breakup while completely sober.

Somehow we ended up against a wall, and he held my arms above my head with one hand and ran his other hand up and down my torso while he kissed me. Guys, if you are reading this, you need to do this. There is just something about having a wall pressing into your back and a man pressing into your front…damn. I had never been kissed like that before.

We continued in that fashion for some time. I believe we also utilized my couch which is really a love seat, and I do recall quite a bit of time spent pushed up against my front door, which is where Viper’s lips discovered my bellybutton ring. He continued to explore my anatomy with his mouth, but considering it was the end of the day and I had not planned on a hot and heavy make out session, I kept my shorts on.

All good things must come to an end, and I did have a date to get ready for. In all honesty I would have cancelled it, but Viper had to leave too. He lives in a small town about an hour away and he still had some shopping to do, which is why he was in the area in the first place.

Round Two

I guess his shopping list was a short one, because he sent me a text about twenty minutes later asking what I was wearing. I replied that I was wearing only water and a smile, since I had just gotten out of the shower. He asked me if I would answer the door like that. I didn’t reply. He came over anyway.

I answered the door fully dressed and made-up, but my hair was still wet. Did you know that bed sheets do a GREAT job of drying wet hair? And since I just got out of the shower, Viper’s lips got to explore much more than just my belly button ring.

Oh, and I was fifteen minutes late for my date. Totally worth it.