Pt. 14
I wake up and immediately notice that Josh is not behind me, holding me like he was when we finally exhausted our lips and went to sleep last night. It takes about a second and a half to determine I don't care for this at all. What good is it to share a bed with someone if he's not there in the morning when you wake-up? If I wanted to wake-up alone, I would've gotten into bed alone, where I could have stretched and rolled around and not been so careful with my leg. I'm just saying…
I roll from my side to my back and hear something crunch beneath my head. I reach and pull out a piece of paper that simply reads. "Donna - Go back to sleep. You're not supposed to wake-up without me. Five days, Josh" This makes me smile the 16 year-old dreamy smile and I look over at the clock. 8:10am…oh how I love Sundays! Josh has claimed this to be our not-getting-out-of-bed day. Barring any national emergencies, or you know, phone calls from Leo, we're not going into the office today. The question remains, however, if this is our not-getting-out-of-bed day, why am I the only one in bed?
I ponder this question as I get up, put Josh's note in my box of important life moments and hobble into the bathroom. I might not be leaving the house today, but I'm sure as hell going to brush my teeth. When I reach for my toothbrush, I notice Josh's in the holder next to mine. This, like the thought of his things in the third drawer, makes me feel all gooey inside. A few minutes later, I hobble back into the bedroom and go to sleep. Oh, how I love Sunday's.
The next time I wake up, I feel Josh's lips and tongue on my neck. Now we're talking. This is the way to wake-up on a Sunday morning; any morning really. I try to lie still and fake sleeping, because I really like what he's doing, but when his fingers on my waist start traveling towards my breasts, I can't help but giggle. I'm very ticklish. "Good morning, beautiful," he mumbles and keeps nibbling on my neck.
See, right now my back is to Josh, which means I don't really have much access to him. I'm not complaining mind you, I think the sounds I'm making prove that. I'm just saying, I like to touch and kiss and chew and lick too, and I can't really do that like this. So, I roll onto my back and cross my right leg over my left to keep it out of the way, and Josh's lips leave my neck and go to my jaw, then finally to my lips. We've got to discuss this. I know I've described the way Josh kisses before. If you've forgotten, think back to Friday morning in my apartment, Friday afternoon in the car, Friday night during the pancake/orgasm incident, or last night during the movie. Damn, that's a lot of kissing in two days. But here's the thing; as much as I've described it, I just don't think you get how good it is. If you really understood, I'm certain you would have taken out a hit on me by now to get me out of the way. When I tell you this man can kiss, what I mean is THIS MAN CAN KISS! Let's start with the slowness of it. For a man who lives in such a constant state of rush, he certainly takes his time with a kiss. For one thing, a kiss can last a good five minutes before he bothers with his tongue. He loves to take my bottom or top lip into his mouth and suck lightly. He nibbles on me just a little bit; he even pays close attention to the corners. Then, just when I think I might die, he licks my lips. He chuckles into my mouth just a bit when I moan from this, but he's got me craving it so much by then that I simply can't help myself. Then, he does this thing…it makes me dizzy, he uses his tongue just inside my mouth. Another few minutes go by before it ventures past my teeth. My tongue just naturally stays out of the way for this exploration of my mouth, which is warm and soft and…amazing. And then…do you remember that candy you ate when you were a kid that kind of popped and exploded on your tongue? Well, when our tongues finally meet, that's what it feels like. Kissing Josh is unlike any kiss I've ever had before. And after two days of nearly non-stop kissing, I'm already quite certain that I won't soon get used to or sick of it.
During all this, his hands….oh my goodness. His hands are also agonizingly slow. First, he takes the ponytail out of my hair and spends a lot of time with his hands buried in it. I'm glad I combed it while I was brushing my teeth, otherwise tangles could be a problem. When his hands are in my hair, his fingers massage my scalp, which is nearly hypnotic. Before Friday, I would've said it's just hair, but now…nothing Josh does is 'just'. He's also fond of my stomach. He likes to run his fingers over it softly, which makes me giggle into his mouth.
Oh, this is new. Josh, who was previously next to me, just rolled us so I'm lying on top of him. This throws me for just a minute because of my leg, but then I feel his leg scoot out and pull the pillow I prop my leg up on over to us. He pulls it between his legs and I prop mine back up. Once I can focus on the kissing again, I like this position. For one thing, I like the way our bodies are pressed against each other. I like the way my breasts feel against his chest, and I really, really, really like the way my hips feel against his. This new position makes my hair fall around our faces, and he starts running his fingers through it from root to tip, which is utterly astounding. Although every so often we both open our mouths and breathe, our lips haven't actually lost contact in several minutes. After a while of the hair thing, I feel his hands on my back, and yes, the tank top is slowly being raised. He would no doubt take if off of me if he could tear his lips from mine, but again, he's in no hurry what so ever. It finally gets pushed up as far as it's going to go and his hands are on my back slowly moving up and down while his thumbs graze the side of my breasts.
Oh, hell no. That is not the phone. Tell me his cell phone is not ringing. His cell phone is ringing, isn't it? Unbe-fucking-lievable. Pardon my language, the hell on. Josh pulls his lips from mine and I rest my forehead against his. We know he has to answer it. His hand leaves my back and reaches in his pocket for the phone. Instead of hello, he answers it with, "This better be important."
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"Sounds like I caught you at a bad time."
"Yes, I'm very busy."
"Good." Good? How dare him call me when it's inconvenient! I would never do that!
Donna starts getting off of me. "Sam, I can't talk right now." I hold her tight around the waist so she can't move and she giggles a little bit.
"You're not at the office."
"I'm not going in today."
"You're not at home."
"No…" Oh no, she's kissing my ear now. Must. Get. Off. Phone.
"So you must be at Donna's. You spend the night?"
"Sam, I have to go."
"You didn't have sex, did you?"
"Trying now," I say as I roll Donna and myself onto our sides.
"Not an image I want. You're not naked are you?"
"No," I squeaked. Here I am lying with Donna, talking on the phone to a man, squeaking. Smooth Lyman, real smooth.
"The schedule Josh, think of the schedule."
"I don't like the schedule." Donna hears this and laughs, but otherwise continues on my ear.
"Hey, I hear her. Tell her I said hi."
"We're kind of busy here, Sam. Maybe we could call you later."
"Let me talk to Sam," Donna whispers. Well this just sucks.
She takes the phone from my ear. "Hi Sam…Better...No, he's being good…Me too, when are you coming for a visit…Can't, we're already saddled into his mom's for Thanksgiving and my parent's for Christmas…Yeah, she did good, didn't she?" I'm growing impatient at this point, which must be difficult for you to believe, so I start kissing her stomach, moving up towards her gorgeous breasts. "How about you, are you seeing anyone?" Now my hand is on her breast. "Really? Is it serious?" How can she not be paying attention to this? It's time for mouth action. "Where'd you meet?" Hmm…apparently Sam is still seeing what's her name. I'll have to remember to call him when he's in bed with her. Oh, maybe these last few times….now I see why we have calling rules. Oops. "No, he's just trying to distract me by…"
"Donna!" I scream. She laughs and looks down at me.
"What?" she asks innocently.
"You're Judas, give me the phone." I rip the phone out of her hands and she laughs some more. "Hey Sam," I say as I sit up.
"The schedule Josh, the schedule."
"I'm on it."
"The schedule doesn't call for sex yet."
"I know. I was just…" I look over at Donna who's smiling and has turned on the television. "…practicing."
"Practicing, I guess."
"Yes." What? I want to make sure I get it right when the time comes.
"And what about the word?"
"Next Friday."
"And the proposal?"
I sigh. I particularly don't like this one. "November 13th."
"Good. I know you don't like the schedule but it's for your own protection. You propose to a woman a week after dating and she's likely to take out a restraining order on you."
"So you say. Hey, what about…" I look over at Donna. She's flipping channels and doesn't seem to be paying attention to me, but I'm not fooled. She hears everything. "Umm..."
"What? You can't say right now?"
"Right."
"It's something you want to add to the schedule?"
"Yes."
"Sex?"
"No."
"You don't want to add sex to the schedule?"
"Oh, it's on there, I'm just not consulting you about it."
"Fair enough. But what else could there be?"
How do I tell him without telling him? "So, I brought some stuff over here last night. Did you know that Donna keeps all kinds of weird girly memento things?"
"Like what?"
Come on Sam. "Like a rock and a menu and concert tickets and a program for her niece's piano recital. Stuff like that. I had to put it all in a box so I'd have a place to put some of my things." I stressed the last part.
"I think that's a typical girl thing to….oh. You're talking about your things, not her stuff."
"Correct." That's my man.
"The move in?"
"Yes."
"You want to move in there?" Donna is still looking at the TV, but her hand is resting on my leg, I have to be sly here.
"No…"
"You want to ask her to move in?"
"Yes."
"Hmm…"
"Right." It occurs to me at this moment that I'm in bed with Donna, yet I'm discussing our love life with Sam. Why does this seem completely natural to me?
"Well, let's see. You could split it. We're waiting three months to propose. I think the move in question can be in 6 weeks."
"Ok, first…we're? Second, that's too far away."
"Six weeks is good Josh."
"Four."
"Five."
"Fine, five."
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"You and Sam get everything worked out?" I ask him while keeping my eyes on CNN.
"Yes, I think so."
"What did you just add to the schedule?"
"Nothing."
He squeaked; he's lying. "Are you lying?"
"Yes."
"You didn't add sex to the schedule, did you? I know you and Sam are co-dependent, but he doesn't have a say in when we have sex."
"Ok, Sam and I are co-dependent? What about you and CJ?"
"That's different. That's the sisterhood."
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"I don't' really understand that, but ok. And no, I didn't schedule sex," I respond as I pick her hand up off my leg and kiss it.
She turns off the television and looks at me with a pre-pout. I know I haven't discussed this with you, but she has a pre-pout. It basically tells me that she's on the verge of a pout and I should watch anything I'm about to say or do. There's no need to panic, but there is cause for concern.
"I woke up and you weren't here."
I can't help but smile at this, even though she's in pre-pout mode. I just love knowing that she likes waking-up with me as much as I like waking-up with her. Talk about co-dependency. "Well," I say and kiss her hand again. "I went to the store so we could be prepared for 'not-getting-out-of-bed' day."
Her eyebrows quirk up. "The store, what did you get?"
I reach over her to her nightstand and hand her a cup of coffee. "I got coffee and bagels and cream cheese and the paper for breakfast. I got bread and turkey and spicy mustard and BBQ potato chips for lunch. And I got Chips Ahoy and milk for desert."
"What about dinner?"
"Take-out, don't be ridiculous." Donna and I are take-out people. I think we always will be. Cooking is not what we do.
She takes a sip of her coffee. "This is cold."
"Well," I look at her with a guilty face. "I brought it in here when I got back and I was going to wake you up by kissing your neck, and then…you know."
She smiles. "We got a little involved in the waking-up."
"Right. So, am I forgiven?"
"About the coffee?"
"About not being here when you woke up?"
"I liked your note," she says shyly.
"So I am forgiven."
"Josh, you brought me food and a paper so I wouldn't have to leave the apartment for the whole day and you think you need forgiven?"
"I don't?"
"Do you get in trouble so much that you simply assume everything you do is wrong?"
"Well….yes."
She leans in and kisses my neck. "Well, this time you did good."
"Really?" I ask, but instead of waiting for a response, I turn my head and kiss her on the lips.
When we finally break apart, she looks at me and smiles. "Yes."
I sit up and look at her, with a very serious expression on my face. This could save my ass. "So, can we remember this the next time I do something bad?"
"Like a Get-out-of-jail-free card?"
"Yes. You could make up certificates and when I do something good you give me one."
"And when you do something bad…"
"I have to give one back. Think about it; this could work."
"And what happens when you're out of cards but you do something bad?"
"Then you forgive me anyway because of the thing?" I ask cautiously.
"Yes, then I forgive you anyway because of the thing."
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"Stay over there."
"But, Donna…"
"Don't whine."
"You promised."
"You can't be trusted."
"I didn't promise to be trust worthy, you did promise I could hold you." "Josh, we've had this movie since Thursday. It's Sunday night. They're going to haul us off to jail if we don't return it, and I've still only seen 20 minutes of it." "You can watch it, but you promised I could hold you." "If I let you hold me, can you behave?" "No." "Then you have to stay over there." "Yes, I meant yes. I can behave." "Too late, you said 'no.'" "But you promised." "Whining." He's very quiet for a minute. Then he announces, "I have an idea!" I look over at him. Shit. I never should've looked; he's using his dimples. "Not fair, Joshua." "What?" He acts so coy. "I have a really good idea, don't you want to hear it?" No. Be strong Donna. You are not a man. You can beat this. They're dimples, nothing more. You can do this. Be tough. "Let's hear it." Damn. "We'll negotiate." "We'll negotiate?" "Yes. I get to hold you, but I have no access to your face. This way, you can see the movie." Look away from the dimples. "Go on…" Crap. "I do have access to…the rest of you." He says waiving his hands around my body. "Waist up of course." He's not letting up on the dimples. I'm folding. "No ears." "Unacceptable. I have to have access to the ears." "But I have to be able to hear." "You can hear with the other ear. I only need one at a time." I can't believe I'm negotiating movie-foreplay. "No breasts." "I need the breasts. They're very important." "It's too hard to concentrate on other things when the breasts are involved." "I'm ok with that." "Joshua…" "Ok, how about this? Hand on breast action only. No mouth." I appear to think about this for a minute, although he and I both know I've lost. "Hand action is ok, I guess. But no tickling." "I can live with that." "And no hair massages." "Hair massages?" "Yes, you put your hands in my hair and massage my scalp. It's distracting." "I have to have access to the hair Donna. My hands are captivated by it." "I don't have a problem with the hair, but no massaging." "Ok, no massaging. Although, I might need reminders about that one." "Fine." "Ok, so I get breast and torso action, hand only. I have complete access to the neck, ear and collarbone area, as well as the hair, but no massaging and no tickling. Agreed?" "Agreed." I reach out my hand and we shake on it.