Mike and the Amazing Week 1/31/2005
This week has been amazing. I went out with my friends five times this week...I only drank three out of the five nights though so I don't feel quite so guilty. On Tuesday I went out with Bridgette, her boyfriend Tim, Tim's friend Will, and Jennie. It was basically a good time. First we went out to JT's since they had ten cent beers...I stayed away from those and drank that Bacardi O3 I had in my purse with me. We then went out to the Rathskellar to hang out and eat chicken wings. I ended up staying until almost one in the morning with Jennie since Bridgette and Tim left early and Will had disappeared pretty early into the night. Jennie and I hung out with Sig Ep boys and spent most of our time talking to them. Almon was there so I hung out with him for awhile as well. We got back around one in the morning where I almost passed out during my 8:30 am Animal Behavior class.
So things with Mike are starting to get a bit more serious than casual flirtation. I worked this Wednesday until 10:30 and didn't get downtown until almost eleven thirty. I almost didn't go because I was cold and tired and in a bad mood. I'm glad I did though. I had promised Mike that I woukd go out with him that night anyway. I called him on my way over to the bars where he was already ridiculously drunk. When I got there I spotted him hanging out with Heather in the front of Sports Bar. We ended up all hanging out and talking. He bought me three drinks which I thought was sweet. I went to go and kiss him on the cheek but he turned his head and I kissed him partially on the mouth...didn't know what to say about that one so I blushed and looked away. He ended up going back with his friends and Heather's friend drove me home.
On Thursday I made margaritas for Heather and Mike, who came over around nine. They taught me how to play black jack while I drank. Heather was being an ass that night...She was fighting with her sister over something dumb and was yelling into the phone in the middle of my house...my housemates and I weren't pleased. She was just acting like a brat and stomping through the house and embarrassing herself...and me. So we went to the Rat because she refused to go to Sports Bar...apparently her sister swore that SB was going to get raided, which it didn't. We ate wings and danced and hung out which was nice. She drove us back to my house and Mike slept over for the second week in a row. Nothing happened we just curled up and went to bed. He offered to come back to my house after going back to his to shower to pick me up and take me to school...he can be so sweet sometimes...I ended up declining and had Jennie take me because I felt bad having him driving me.
Friday was awesome. I kissed Mike for the first time. But that's later. Anyway, Bridgette, Jennie, Mike and I pregamed while playing Kings and went out to Sports Bar and the Rat. Mike and I danced for most of the night and just had a good time with the girls. Bridgette and Jennie really wanted pizza so I somehow got elected to get out of the car and go into the freezing cold to pick up their pizza. I'm pissed that they made me do it because I didn't even want any. Bridgette suggested that Mike should go and get it but I refused because he's not my friends' goddamn servant. It pissed me off that they kept bossing him around. "Mike go find Jennie in the bar.....Mike go and get the pizza.." I dunno it just pissed me off. Mike went with me though, which I thought was really sweet. Another thing that pissed me off is that no one pitched in money, so Mike paid for the majority of the pizza...but whatever, it's done. And it was the only sour point of the night. Jennie drove us back and Mike and I snuggled into bed for the second time that week.
First Real Night with Mike [Private Entry] 1/31/2005
I love sleeping with Mike but I was confused as to why we've never really kissed. For awhile I thought that we were just friends who sometimes slept in the same bed, but that didn't seem right. He was usually holding my hand, or rubbing my shoulders and back, or the back of my legs...it just didn't fit. So we're laying in bed and talking and I kissed him for the second time that night. I first kissed him earlier in the night to make up for the fact that I was a bitch to him the night before. My friends keep telling me Mike is a slut, and it makes me nervous. So that insecurity makes me bitchy which is why I was rude to him the night before. So I went to go and give him a hug in my house and when I looked up at him I don't know what happened. We had our arms around each other and were French kissing in the middle of my living room. We stopped suddenly when Jennie started honking the horn. Anyway, so later on that night I just moved over and kissed him. Anyway, I was on top of him and his fingers were up and shirt and up my shorts, grabbing my ass. I thought he felt hard but I wasn't sure....if he was, he gets aroused quickly. I didn't let it go too much further than that though. I slept snuggled next to him all night.
On Saturday night I had been asked by Mike to go to a MBA graduate student banquet with him at one of my favorite Italian restaurants. It was nice because A) we were together and not in a bar and B) he wanted me to meet his friends. The night was surprisingly relaxing. Everyone was much older than I was, with the exception of Mike, but everyone was very friendly. No one made me feel like the kiddie at the adult table. The couple we sat with was much older than me (mid twenties, early thirties) but the conversation was light and pleasant and the dinner was delicious. Mike was a sweetheart, as usual. He paid for my dinner, and held my hand when I tried to take the money. He put his arm around me when we walked to the bars together.
We spent a good hour in the bar together before anyone showed up since we had gotten there so early. I told him that I felt bad that his friends hadn't showed up with us, like we thought they would. he said, "That's OK, because I'm with my favorite little hobbit." And later that night when I made a similar comment he said that hanging out with his friends was secondary and that hanging out with me came first. I don't know, it was just so sweet...So we alternating between splitting up to hang out with our own friends and hanging out with each other. I was introduced to a bunch of his friends that night, all of whom seemed really nice.
I ended up not drinking, except for the two vodka and pineapples I had in the beginning of the night because I didn't want Mike to go and walk to get his car from the bar's parking lot the next morning. Also, I didn't want to walk in the freezing cold back to my house. So with little trouble I drove Mike's car back to my house and we went to bed. Later in the night anyway...We were laying in bed for awhile and talking when I kept inching my face closer to his. His eyes were closed and I couldn't decide if he was trying to go to sleep or not. Apparently not, because as soon as we kissed, he moved me on top of him and it was a replay of last night. His hands were up my shirt and this time they were in my bra as well. It felt amazing actually. I realized after awhile that he was trying to take off my bra. I got nervous because I wasn't sure how far I wanted this to go...
Luckily we didn't go that far. I ended up taking off my shirt since it had been wrapped around under my arms anyway. I took off his since I figured he was getting the better part of the deal...he got to see my breasts, all I got to see was his red shirt. He was stripped down to his boxers now, and definitely really hard, and I was in my pajama pants. He rolled me over to my side next to him, where his hands were all over in my pants. Finally I felt his hands dip into the front of my pants and touch me briefly. I moaned softly and he touched me again, harder, and started fingering me. THAT felt amazing. Then he rolled on top of me and was kissing me for awhile until he lost his erection. We continued kissing for awhile until I passed out.
The next morning I awoke to a strange sight. Mike was sleeping next to me, totally barechested and I was laying next to him on my stomach with my shirt thrown across the room. Oh lord....I didn't know what to to...should I get my shirt? Should I lay still? I wasn't sure if he was sleeping or not even though his eyes were closed and i didn't want to wake him so I didn't. I stayed in bed and didn't move until about 11 am when he got out of bed. Underneath my eyelids I saw him pull on his jeans and leave my room. Apparently all of my housemates were awake and in the living room so everyone saw him. I'm hoping he'd put his shirt on as well...because that would just be awkward...He talked to them for awhile, from what I could hear from the living room and from what Jennie told me later. And he apparently told them he wanted to take me out to dinner to Cortese, which is supposed to be an amazing Italian restaurant. So that's good...at least he wasn't just using me to get some action...But yeah. It was a really great night. I like this kid a lot....I'm really happy and nervous at the same time...
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