"You surprized me today"

Entry 2 - Day after

He hasn't called yet. I sent him a thank you text but I got no response. I ended up looking at my phone more than usual the past couple days. I knew writing to you would calm my nerves. So here I am, behind this keyboard hoping that this would take my mind off of you know who but guess who I'm writing about?

Yeah.

A long sigh was given just then. I was beginning to fear the worst and I didn't like it. I went over in my head a million times, all the events that happened that night. I don't think I did anything wrong. So if I didn't, why isn't he texting back? Why would he say something like that and then not follow up with me. It's been 3 days, is it too soon? I ended up picking up my phone, even knowing NO ONE texted me, I had to make sure myself. Setting the phone back down on the table was more intense than I planned. I have to get ready for work and that's the last thing I want.

xxx

On break, you can imagine that today is shit, once more. Every couple that came through my line at checkout, reminded me of me and him, and our non-existent relationship. It sucked. Am I over thinking this? No, I have every right to get a text back...right?

xxx

He texted me back. I got relieved from shift and after clocking out, I grabbed the phone from my back, pants pocket and sure enough there he was.

"You're welcome ;)"

Why is it that everything he says is so simple but every time he says it, it intensifies by like a lot and sends butterflies through my stomach. I felt myself having a dance party in front of the time clock. I took in a deep breath and made it out the exit of Wal-Mart (yes I work at wal-mart) I began my response.

"Do you want to come by later?"

It was perfect. It was straight to the point, by how little he talked I assume that's what he was into. No beating around the bush. I wasn't going to stare at my phone this time. I shook my head and shoved it back into my pocket. Taking the keys out from my purse, as I approached my car, I removed the alarm and felt a buzz. Before even opening the door I grabbed my phone out and read that one word text that shot a big smile across my face and quickened my speed on getting home.

"Yeah"

xxx

Before he came over, I showered and readied myself just like before. Natural as possible yet flawless in the most subtle way. I didn't even have time to pace this time because just as I was putting my brush and makeup away, I heard my roommate and him talk in the living room. I hurried and shoved the rest in my makeup bag and threw it under my bed and walked to the living room to greet him. As I walked in he had a smile on his face as he talked to my roommate. His smile slowed me. It was nothing like I have ever seen. He motioned to the television show she was watching, with this smile, as he was slipping off his shoes and continued to talk. I stopped as I exited the hall and watched as he set his shoes aside before standing and waving to her goodbye, ready to disappear into my room. He didn't get anywhere and smiled as he turned and seen me standing there.

"Sup?" He chuckled at me. I blinked to bring me back into reality and nodded.

"S-sup?" yeah, I just asked him the same question he asked me. I turned and walked back down the hall way, to the door at the very end of it, that was mine. I walked in first and he closed the door after him. I was ready for him to jump me again like last time but he didn't. I sat on my bed then he joined me. I couldn't stare at him properly if he was looking back at me so I hung my head and he began. I looked up at him as he began asking about everything. I answered and then asked a little bit about him. I didn't get past the little details like; what his name was, his sign, his birthday and the fact that he plays guitar. That interested me the most.

I've always loved the sound of an acoustic but then again, who doesn't? I told him how one year I got an electric guitar and he then told me he never got to play that but it was defiantly a goal in his near future. It didn't take much after that. He had turned out the lights this time and took me into his arms.

I loved this part, not only because of the sex but I loved the way he touched me. He handled me so gently yet with much dominance. I loved to feel his arms around my body because his muscles were fine and toned. I wasn't fond of buff guys or bigger buys but I wasn't attracted to super skinny ones either so he was perfect. He was the perfect kind of body type. He had a bit of abs but it wasn't super intense, same for his muscles. His tattoo'd skin complimented his pale/slightly red skin. It suited him. When his fingertips brushed against my arms and down my back, I felt a tingle up my spine. The more he pushed into me , the deeper I felt our bond grow, even if it was a tiny percentage at a time. His lips didn't cross mine as much as that first time but they kissed other parts of my body that felt just as good. They were soft and also kindly placed all over my arms, neck, and shoulders. All I could do was pay him back in scratch marks all up and down his back. I think he liked it though cause every time I dragged my nails down his back, I felt him push into me THAT much harder. His whole approach to this was different than I had expected for a hit it and quit it kind of thing.

It was then I realized that maybe he didn't text me back cause he had planned, from the beginning, to make this a hit it and quit it. (cause that was the purpose of the site from the beginning). I was glad I didn't end up texting another time but I DID bring up the idea of this second time. Dumb. BUT HEY, he agreed and that's all that matters

He didn't stay tonight either. We cuddled and talked a bit more about all the little things in life, about us, then he patted my shoulder and said he was going to head out before it got too late. I wanted him here again to spend the night with me but here we were, once more, hugging goodbye. There I stood, out on the balcony of my place, watching him walk down the long stretched alley towards his car.

And now it was time to play the waiting game once more.