Good or Bad Decision...? 2/7/2005
We woke on on Sunday morning around nine-thirty. I knew I had to be at Rush by eleven-thirty but the morning was so perfect I just didn't want to move. Ever. My room was the perfect temperature, it was a beautiful day outside, and I was nestled into Mike's arms...what could be a better way to wake up? He was doing my favorite thing, where he draws these lazying circles from my neck to the base of my spine and up again. I absolutely love it when he does that. We ended up kissing for a little bit and feel back to sleep shortly thereafter. I woke up again when my back was to him and he was drawing lazy circles on my tummy and right below my chest. He started to nuzzle my neck, so I turned around and we started kissing again. His hands were up my shirt, but my shirt stayed on. Suddenly he was on top of me and all I wanted to do was take off his clothes. But I was good, and his clothes stayed on. He's a heavy sucker, that's for damn sure.
Anyway, I was wearing short that morning which I knew was a bad idea when I put them on the night before. His hands were up my shorts grabbing my ass, but I felt as if he was slowly moving them towards the front. So I moved my arms underneath his, so he was now limited in movement. It worked, nothing much happened, and we went back to sleep. I finally crawled out of bed at 11:15. Fuck it, I'll be late, I figured. Before I left I couldn't help but stare a little as he slept. I was trying to figure out if keeping him in my life was a bad decision or a good decision. Not being able to decide, I left the room and went to Rush.
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