The parentals were away this weekend for a dog show, which just happened to coincide with my 8th anniversary with Kevin. So I ended up having Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with him.
Friday was mostly spent relaxing. Kevin bought me a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers, which was sweet and unexpected. Although I'm not a huge fan of flowers, he's never bought them for me before, and I really appreciated the gesture.
I was in charge of caring for Mrs Dash, Joy, and the chickens this weekend, so we spent some time dealing with them. I made some taquitos for dinner and we spent a while just talking. We played Uncharted 2 for a while, and then things got... heated. In a good way. :P Our clothes were off, and we were soon grinding against each other in a way we hadn't before. He was on top of me, and I was on top of him. For the first time, I felt him start to slip inside me... I tried. I wanted him. But he could barely enter before it started to hurt me... I was scared.. I couldn't bring myself to just plunge in. I could only go so far...
The rest of Friday evening was spent watching Dexter until we went to bed.
On Saturday, we went to see Pixar's Brave. The movie itself was kind of disappointing, but I still had fun anyway. We stopped at Kevin's house for a bit, and later returned to my house. We made cupcakes for Joy's birthday. Again we tried having sex, but it didn't get that far. I got frustrated... I really wanted "tonight" to be the night... It just hurt so damn bad. I told Kevin we could try later, and so we went out to dinner.
We went to Texas Roadhouse, and I had a good time with him. We spent a lot of time talking about our relationship... Remembering the time we first met at Cedar Point, our lives, people we knew, and then we started swapping stories of the times we'd gotten in trouble at school. I love talking to him and hearing about his life. I felt really close to him.
When we got home, we exchanged gifts. Kevin bought me a cat-themed card and two Blu-rays, "Easy A" and "Puss in Boots." I gave him a shrunken quarter from the Geek Group he loves. We watched Easy A and some more Dexter. Before going to bed that night, I felt determined to have sex... I was sure I was ready. I wanted it. The only thing holding me back was that it hurt whenever I tried... I told Kevin I wanted to have sex, but he didn't think I should if it was going to hurt that way.
I was incredibly frustrated and upset with myself. I was afraid it would turn out like the last time... I didn't want to be mad at myself for not taking the opportunity... But I ended up going to bed that night, expecting to remain a virgin for god-knows-how-much-longer.
Sunday morning, Kevin and I woke up and ate our leftovers from dinner at the roadhouse. We laid in bed together for a few hours, just cuddling. I was feeling upset after last night and with the fact that Kevin would soon be leaving. I wasn't sure when my parents would be getting home, but I knew they were expected to be gone until evening. I knew it was kind of stupid to risk it, but...
A couple weeks ago, Kevin had told me about a dream he had where I was riding him while I wore my black skirt. I told him I would do it for real, and had yet to follow through. I decided that I wanted to do that with him before letting him go home. So I did.
I put on my skirt and teased him. He was very into it. I told him to take off his shorts and put on protection. I wore just the skirt. He still had on his Mohican raccoon shirt and his boxers. And as I ground my hips against him, feeling his length against me, I wanted to feel it inside me. I didn't really think about it... I guided him into me and moved against him... And as I felt myself becoming intoxicated on the rush of pleasure and need, I started to ride him. I felt him slipping deeper, deeper than he had before. To my surprise, it did not hurt as it had before. I'm not entirely sure why. Inch by inch... I could not go down all the way, but there was suddenly no doubt he was inside me now. And I loved it. In and out... feeling him fill me inside... as I rode and he bucked his hips into me... He fucked me. And as my insides clenched on him, I could tell he was getting close, and I heard him say so. A thrill ran through me as I rode him harder, silently begging for it. I wanted it, so badly. And for the first time, I felt him cum inside me. I felt his release. After pulling out, he touched me to finish me off, and then we laid there in my bed, warm and tired and panting.
We had sex.
It was everything it should be, really. I love him. He loves me. I have gotten over the majority of my previous anxieties about it. We both enjoyed ourselves, and I do not regret it. I only wish that he and I could have more alone time now...
The rest of the day was spent finishing up the most recent season of Dexter. We laid in bed cuddling... Although I wish he could have stayed that night, it was better than nothing.
There was a point when he and I were just messing around, he was tickling me or something, and I was leaning over him and lost my balance. I flailed around on the bed looking for a soft place to land, but my chest hit his knee. For some reason, I said "FUCK" kind of loudly in response. My bedroom door was open, and my parents were nearby, so it was mere luck they didn't hear me. Kevin and I were both surprised by my outburst, and we both started rolling around on the bed laughing. It was stupid and silly and fun.
Kevin's back at home now, and I already miss having him with me... Things feel so much better when I'm with him.