Love surround me with all your reach,
Now while we’re here alone.
Now our bodies are ocean and beach,
Blessings of waves and stones.
Surround Me – Ben Taylor

It was after midnight. He had to be at work early the next morning. The last thing I wanted to do was peel myself off his chest and out of his arms. I took a deep breath and said “I should go.” He just looked at me. Looked at me with those eyes and said “You don’t have to, you know.” Sigh. I was wondering when it would come to this. The point where staying in your arms, regardless of what their coming day is like, is the priority. I said “Oh, but I do.”

It’s complicated when you live with your parents. Its even more complicated when the parents are my parents. My parents are awesome, they’ve been great about me living here and mooching, but there are house rules and spending the night at a boys without a really good reason, like we both drank too much, or there was an alien invasion or an avalanche trapping us, is a no-no. So, random sleep overs are not going to happen.

I didn’t have to wait to long. My parents went to Guelph for a couple of days. Perfect. We went to dinner. We went to see The Holiday (majorly disappointing). We stopped at my house to grab a toothbrush and my car so that he didn’t have to drive me home in the morning. We watched some of that 70’s show, but we were both so tired and laying in his arms I was privy to the deep even breaths of sleep. He decided to go to bed. I decided to follow him. I didn’t expect much excitement. He was tired. As was I. As I crawled into bed beside him, which felt amazing, and into the new sheets I bought him for christmas, which felt amazing, he reached for me. We kissed. It was lovely. Lovely to feel his arms around me. Lovely to be in his room. So intimate. Then he got on top of me, and I knew this was going somewhere but I would not have dreamed about what was coming. He went down. Numerous times. Spontaneously, out of the blue. He left me screaming his name, breathless, toes curled and limbs shaking. There was hours of this. I was dying to fuck him. He made me beg, such a tease, apparently I deserve this for my past behavior. It was worth it.

His bed is not as comfy as mine (or allison’s) but the company was good. I didn’t sleep well though. Weirdo dreams. But morning was very nice. We cuddled. Watched tv in bed. I returned the favour. Cuddled some more. That is until someone started pounding on his front door. His brother, to drop something off. Great – and my car in the driveway, me hiding in eric’s room in not enough clothes and Eric throwing something on. So embarrassing. Our first sleepover – busted. His brother told him he thought it was awfully late to still be in bed. Well. I suppose noon is a little lateish. Hehe.

I’m a happy camper. A good sleepover. Good conversation. Good cuddling. Good sex. I’m amazed that we haven’t had any sort of disagreement yet. We just don’t have anything to fight about. It’s kinda weird. Especially since fighting seemed to characterize my relationship with Joel, even in the beginning. So, I’m excited for tomorrow. We’re having a party for 2. Should be good.

This feels good. It feels safe. And Comfortable. And Right.