During the holiday, I started off fine, we had spent quite a lot of time together already that a break was due. However if I am honest, I did miss him. I desperately needed to snap out of it. I had assumed I would hear nothing from him over the two weeks that he was away, but he was quite consistent with his text messages, it would be bad to expect him to call. It was kind of like receiving a postcard over two weeks with the occasional 'dirty' text, especially towards the end of his holiday. Text messages such as
I was actually counting down the hours, what was wrong with me? Over the last week I had missed him so much that it was clear I had feelings for him, how do I deal with this? I cannot tell him but I cannot tell anyone else as my friends did not yet know about me.
The night he finally returned home he had been texting me asking me to go over to his when he got back. I had spent the day waiting; I had cleaned the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room and my bedroom, I had, had a shower, a shave and had also eaten while watching a film! There literally was nothing left to do but wait.
It was nearly midnight when I received a phone call from Dave telling me he was in the taxi. I had gotten ready for bed but it I did not seem to mind so I got myself dressed and called a cab.
Dave was already in bed when I got there, he was a bit bronze and it was not the decor reflecting on his skin, it was a real tan. I got undressed and climbed into bed with him, we spoke about his holiday despite him texting me about it and then hands started to wander, everything felt like new, his touch felt fresh, his skin felt smoother, I remember him being very assertive with his hands, very firm, putting me into positions, hold me in those positions...it was passionate, the passion for sex and not each other.
It had felt like forever...nearly, I had not slept with anyone while he had been away, he may have done and it was important that I addressed this possibility, but it did not bother me, I was having a good time and if my feelings were to get in the way...I could just keep it quiet and ignore it.
The following week I was out with work folk. We had ventured out of the city and right into another one. I worked with my housemate Liam and he was having financial problems some of which I was a part of such as bills that was in his name and had been kept, piling up in his room and not been dealt with at all in the correct way. That along with phones he had bought and could not fund. Luckily we were coming to the end of our tenancy but the bills would still be lingering. I enjoyed my time living with Liam and we had even put our names and funds down for somewhere else to both share but I had gave lectures incessantly about how we all needed to be put on the bills so we could pay our share and not be dragged into someone elses debt. However, details aside, Liam had decided that he was going to return home come the end of the tenancy 200miles away down south. I was a a little down about it but more importantly was intrigued by these bills that needed paying.
The next flat I looked at was in an old house, quirky, dated but also spacious, it was not the best but I could make it more suited. All I needed was someone to take the house I was signed to which it did the following week, to two girls. I raced over to tell my letting agent I would take the quirky barn and I had somewhere to live! Very lucky as I would be moving out of the current house in two weeks!
The only catch was that I could not move in my new place until the July 8th which WAS bad luck as I moved out of my current dwelling on June 30th. I had asked my friend Martin if I could house my stuff there, luckily he agreed. I had been keeping Dave up to date with things as they were happening so the current event would need to be kept from him. I did not want him to think I was hinting for a a place to stay. Despite my intentions, I did tell him and he did offer; in an empty sounding joking way so I had my answer...NO!
I had asked my parents but then that would mean time off work, my friends had no space as they were all sharing and my friend Martin had gave in slightly and said I could stay for two nights at the end of the week which would have been one night as I would have been in my flat by the end of the week.
as the final two weeks were rapidly passing me by, it was looking like I would be staying with one of my parents and possibly commuting to work by train!
One night after our usual ritual of horizontal jogging, Dave asked me about my situation with my living arrangements. Since making himself clear on the matter, I had kept quiet about it when in his company. I did say that everything was sorted apart from a few days in that week where I had nowhere to stay. He then shocked me to the core and offered to put me up for the whole week if I had liked.
I thanked him and said I would let him know.
"expect a hard ramming thru the night when I get back"
I was actually counting down the hours, what was wrong with me? Over the last week I had missed him so much that it was clear I had feelings for him, how do I deal with this? I cannot tell him but I cannot tell anyone else as my friends did not yet know about me.
The night he finally returned home he had been texting me asking me to go over to his when he got back. I had spent the day waiting; I had cleaned the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room and my bedroom, I had, had a shower, a shave and had also eaten while watching a film! There literally was nothing left to do but wait.
It was nearly midnight when I received a phone call from Dave telling me he was in the taxi. I had gotten ready for bed but it I did not seem to mind so I got myself dressed and called a cab.
Dave was already in bed when I got there, he was a bit bronze and it was not the decor reflecting on his skin, it was a real tan. I got undressed and climbed into bed with him, we spoke about his holiday despite him texting me about it and then hands started to wander, everything felt like new, his touch felt fresh, his skin felt smoother, I remember him being very assertive with his hands, very firm, putting me into positions, hold me in those positions...it was passionate, the passion for sex and not each other.
It had felt like forever...nearly, I had not slept with anyone while he had been away, he may have done and it was important that I addressed this possibility, but it did not bother me, I was having a good time and if my feelings were to get in the way...I could just keep it quiet and ignore it.
The following week I was out with work folk. We had ventured out of the city and right into another one. I worked with my housemate Liam and he was having financial problems some of which I was a part of such as bills that was in his name and had been kept, piling up in his room and not been dealt with at all in the correct way. That along with phones he had bought and could not fund. Luckily we were coming to the end of our tenancy but the bills would still be lingering. I enjoyed my time living with Liam and we had even put our names and funds down for somewhere else to both share but I had gave lectures incessantly about how we all needed to be put on the bills so we could pay our share and not be dragged into someone elses debt. However, details aside, Liam had decided that he was going to return home come the end of the tenancy 200miles away down south. I was a a little down about it but more importantly was intrigued by these bills that needed paying.
"I can't afford to live independently any more, I need to go home and start afresh"
It was not exactly an answer to any of the numerous questions but I knew where I stood.
So he got completely drunk and we had to leave early so I could escort him home...in a taxi, which was funded by yours truly. When we got back, I had been texting Dave and we had agreed that I would go over. Liam walked home alone as I told him I was going to Jepetal's. I hopped in another taxi and headed to Dave's house. We did not have sex that night, it did seem like we needed to, we lay together which was just fine.
I lay thinking about my living arrangements, I had put money down for us both to live somewhere and Liam was not in a financial position to pay rent until a replacement was found. The next morning when I returned home, I asked him if he was serious, apparently he was. The next day I went and informed the letting agents of the situation, they said they would keep advertising it but we would not get our money back, it did not seem like the biggest deal at that moment. I started looking for somewhere for myself, I kept my options open, I had been living with complete strangers for the past two years and had made some damn good friends from it so I did not rule out sharing again.
I looked at two flats, time was ticking and I needed somewhere that was decent for the money! I looked around one flat that was just a room, I told the estate agent that my bedroom at my parents house was bigger than what I had just witnessed. She laughed
"is that a no?"
The next flat I looked at was in an old house, quirky, dated but also spacious, it was not the best but I could make it more suited. All I needed was someone to take the house I was signed to which it did the following week, to two girls. I raced over to tell my letting agent I would take the quirky barn and I had somewhere to live! Very lucky as I would be moving out of the current house in two weeks!
The only catch was that I could not move in my new place until the July 8th which WAS bad luck as I moved out of my current dwelling on June 30th. I had asked my friend Martin if I could house my stuff there, luckily he agreed. I had been keeping Dave up to date with things as they were happening so the current event would need to be kept from him. I did not want him to think I was hinting for a a place to stay. Despite my intentions, I did tell him and he did offer; in an empty sounding joking way so I had my answer...NO!
I had asked my parents but then that would mean time off work, my friends had no space as they were all sharing and my friend Martin had gave in slightly and said I could stay for two nights at the end of the week which would have been one night as I would have been in my flat by the end of the week.
as the final two weeks were rapidly passing me by, it was looking like I would be staying with one of my parents and possibly commuting to work by train!
One night after our usual ritual of horizontal jogging, Dave asked me about my situation with my living arrangements. Since making himself clear on the matter, I had kept quiet about it when in his company. I did say that everything was sorted apart from a few days in that week where I had nowhere to stay. He then shocked me to the core and offered to put me up for the whole week if I had liked.
I thanked him and said I would let him know.
