| hot rek sex. |
[Mar. 19th, 2002|01:40 am] |
Oh baby, oh baby.
Well, that was a lot of sex.
I'd been napping with Lee (post-munchies cuddliness) and so didn't notice that Rek finished her crew until fifteen minutes after. Pausing only briefly to scrub the "sleepy" taste from my mouth, I jaunted over to Noah and called up.
I'd met Sarah, Rek's wacky wacky roommate, before. I think. If I had, it was a while ago. She had big pants. I like big pants. She set off for the library (I think it was the library) with work to do and left us wacky kids to our own devices.
Then... there was cuddling and making out and biting (Rek now has some decorations on her neck, eep!) and nakedness. Then there was hand sex until Rek told me to stop. (She was oh so cute and excited in the meantime, though). Then, more cuddles and a little bit of making out. Then---more hand sex! I'm very slightly weirded out by Rek suddenly getting squicked out and having to stop, but that's just a minor silly gripe.
Then there was PIV sex. PIV sex was awkward and silly. Not nearly as awkward and silly as it was the first time with Lee, but awkward and silly. It was made somewhat better by Rek also feeling awkward and silly, so that we were both awkward and silly together.
Banky: Hey! I always notice that bored look on her face. --Chasing Amy
PIV sex doesn't really "do it" for Rek. This made me feel silly. I mean, really---here I am, grunting and shuffling manfully, and she's giving me this slightly bemused look. Having asserted my l33t s3x sk1llz with my hands, I wasn't that upset by this. I'm just a lot more interested in things that aren't just fun for me. So... I was more into the hand sex.
And then there were cuddles... and more cuddles... and the reluctant addition of clothing... and Sarah returned just as I was about to walk out the door. Rek and I were both all happy and enjoying that post-coital yummy feeling. I think this went rather well. Quite well. Yeah.
On the word "coital": Rek said it made her think of childbearing. It makes me think of "cuddle". It even sounds kind of similar: cuddle... coital. Coital... cuddle. I suppose if it made me think of childbearing, I wouldn't use it much either.
Hrrm. I'm getting up for eight tomorrow morning to go to Lee's "abnormal psychology" class. She says it's good. I question the quality of any class that no one could possibly be awake for.
Eh, that's senseless bitching. I'm very, very happy. It doesn't take much to make me happy, apparently. Vacation time, cuddles and gobs of sex will do it. This is, however, the first time I've ever had them. It's quite a lovely feeling. Sex... good.
If [insert name of right-wing "sex bad!!" person] was here, I'd squash 'em. |
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| another lab. |
[Mar. 19th, 2002|11:43 am] |
The chairs in the Severance Hall lab are very comfy. Mine squeaks a little, though. It's probably just a consequence of my massive... ness. My massiveness.
Lee is going to "personality" now. "Abnormal" was pretty interesting, actually. I'm sure it would be much less interesting if it were work, but it was fun to go see and absorb a little bit of varied knowledge from.
I'm sleepy and have the munchies. Lee will be out of class in about a half-hour, then we'll hop on back to Old B for munchies. I thought I ate enough for breakfast, but apparently I was wrong. Feed me, someone!
I'm not sure what's going on for the rest of the day. I think I'm going to go see "societies and sexuality" or "sexuality and society" or something with Lee and Rek (as they both have the class), then... something. I don't even know who I'm hanging around with for the afternoon. Rek has to do neuro, though, I know this. Something will be figured out. I'm not worried.
And I just got mail from Brett describing a plethora of eps he's found available for trade. Previously, my ep-fetching efforts had practically come to a standstill. Now, on the other hand, I think I have a source for the missing ones, and new ones are a snap to acquire. Joy! |
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| break time. |
[Mar. 19th, 2002|08:01 pm] |
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| | Incubus/Make Yourself (Acoustic) | ] |
I'm full of rugelah!
Lee took me back to Old B for a nap before we went out to that sexuality class. I was sleepy (from staying up late to have Rek sex then write about it, quite quite quite worth the trouble) but decided it was worth the effort to trundle off to class with Lee.
I almost added things to the discussion (once it got rolling, the instructor just watched and smiled) but felt that whatever I had to say had almost certainly already been discussed or was in the reading, which I, naturally, hadn't read. It was entertaining to watch, at least. Both Rek and Lee participated, so I finally got to see Lee debate with someone other than me. Nice.
We agreed that I'd go to Rek's after dropping Lee off at her work, and went our separate ways. Drama ensued.
Lee forgot her ID card. She also forgot the envelope on which was written the address she needed to mail something to. So, we went back for these things. I commented on some livejournal stuff. We went to the post office. I bought a one-cent stamp and got enough cash back to lend to Lee so that she could cover a banking boo-boo and avoid being charged some rather draconian fees. We went to the bank to cover said boo-boo. She went to work only about five minutes late.
Ugh, it was stressful... but really, on the Big Scale O' Stress, it didn't even nudge a two.
Sarah was doing her laundry. (Sarah reads Bruno too. Whee! Finally!) I joined Rek in lounging on her bed and listening to Eddie Izzard. (Eddie's even funnier when I'm caught up on sleep.) There was some subtle making out (okay, Rek feeling up my package wasn't subtle, but Sarah couldn't see it)... I was nuzzling her neck and she was purring (well, the thing she does where she looks like she'd be purring. It's cute.) It's always so nifty when I make someone get cuddly and happy-feeling with just some simple touch... *warm fuzzy*.
We had to go eat, and Rek took me over to that wacky mostly-vegan co-op called Fairkid. On the way over, she talked about being not interested in any kind of relationshippiness. On the one hand, I'm definitely not interested in deep, woe-filled dramatic involvement. Rek has helped me bring balance to the force, and that's a wonderful and beautiful thing. On the other hand... we're having sex. I think of her as a friend. I think this makes us fuckbuddies. (Of course, she may have been talking only about co-op boy.)
Fairkid is, as I'd surmised, another name for Fairchild. I got to meet Rek's "co-op boy" (I'd passingly seen him in the mail room that afternoon, but we sat next to him for munchies.)
He thought I'd laughed and pointed at him along with Lee and Rek in the mailroom. (I'd only waved.) The people at the co-op were... hmm. The last time I had such a fun time talking to people I'd just met was staying up until five in the morning at SIGGRAPH. It was just so nifty to say something like "Doug Hofstadter would be proud" and have someone get the reference. Mmm. Good stuff.
Lee even got back from work early and is sitting right behind me. It's time to let her finally update her journal, methinks... |
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