About 90% of my sex life takes place in a vehicle. That probably sounds.. weird, but both Derek and I both live with our parents and for the most part at both of our houses, someone is ALWAYS home… which leaves sex out of the question. There are random times when his parents will be gone for the night and we have have nice bed sex (having sex in tiny spaces where you’re likely to get caught five days a week gets a little cramped and sometimes hard to manage), and that’s just what happened yesterday.
His parents left yesterday around dinner time to go to a friend’s cottage, and they were going to be gone until later tonight. He told me about it a few days ago, but I then realized that he’d have to go to work at 8am (which, he will be doing every day during the week, until 6pm.. which is going to cut the time I get to see him by about half). Thankfully, he had an exam at 9 this morning, so I figured I could just stay at his house and sleep a bit, because he’d be done his exam rather quickly and then come home. He just had to go to work after he took me home, I figured around 12:30 ish because his lunch at works ends at 1:30, so he could take me home, and then get to work by 1.
So I told my parents I was staying at Dahlia’s house, when really I was at his. It was all fine and dandy (even though I was overall feeling like crap, with a sore throat and an on/off headache), watching some TV, having some nice sex (that didn’t make me feel like a sex object! hurrah!) and then going to bed. We had sex once, then went and watched TV and we went up to go to bed as he had to get up for his exam, but we ended up doing it again before we went to bed. The majority of that sex session though, was him going down on me. Literally, like a ten minute orgasm for me pretty much. So not only did I not feel like a sex object, I felt preeeeety damn good.
We’ve had sleepovers before (his parent’s were on vacation for a week in February, and he’s an only child so there was no one to worry about), but this one was.. different. Generally, we’d fall asleep cuddling right next to each other, even if it wasn’t TOO comfortable. Last night, it was just both of us sleeping where ever (in the same bed, of course) and if I did try to sleep next to him, he’d say it was too hot, roll over, etc. Geeze, can’t you just suck it up for me?
In the morning, he woke up, showered and then went downstairs to eat some breakfast before his exam. I figured he’d come up again before he left to say goodbye and what not, but the next thing I know I’m waking up an hour later and he’s gone. So I went back to bed, and finally woke up around 11. I figured okay, he should be getting home soon. So I got up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and put on a bare minimum of clothing (just some underwear and one of his shirts) and went downstairs to try to find something to eat. My original plan was to make him lunch for when he got home before he had to go to work. I looked for ANYTHING that I could make, but couldn’t even find a slice of bread for some grilled cheese or something.
Before I could actually find anything, he came home (around 11:40) and said ‘Okay, let’s get going so I can go to work.’ I was a little disappointed by this, considering I thought we’d at least get A LITTLE bit of time to just hang out in the morning. I knew there was no point arguing it though, because it would inadvertently end up in another argument about how much he works and what not and I just didn’t want to deal with that. So we were driving back to my house and I was asking him how his exam went.
Apparently, after his exam him and his friends from the class went out for lunch. Okay, you want one last lunch.. understandable. Did it have to be as I was waiting for you, stuck alone at your house? Did it have to cut into OUR time that I thought we’d be getting, so that as soon as you got home, you wouldn’t be rushing out to go to work. I’m not really sure WHY it bothered me so much, but it did. I guess maybe it was that he said he wanted this sleepover SO BADLY, yet here I am, half naked and waiting for him to come home.. and he just decides to go out for lunch with his friends.
It could have been worse though, I could have found the damn bread I was looking for and had lunch waiting for him when he got home, only to have him say ‘Oh, I already ate.’ Whatever.
Now I probably won’t see him until Saturday, because he won’t give up his friday night with his friends to see me for a few hours even though he wont see me all week. Maybe I’ll just have to convince Tyler to say he can’t hang out Friday, because he told me that he’d do that for me if I wanted him to before. It sucks that his friends nicer to me than he is sometimes..
If you haven’t noticed, I like to hang out with him a lot. I don’t see the point in having a relationship with someone when you’re not going to make the effort to hang out as much as possible. And considering the fact that like I mentioned above, he’ll be working every day from 8am-6pm during the summer. He says it wont happen, but I know that every night he’ll say we can’t hang out because ‘he had a ten hour day, while I did nothing all day’ and I’ll get pissed off, and not want to hang out anyways. So it’d be nice to see him as much as possible now, but I guess that won’t happen either.
