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[Apr. 12th, 2002|07:11 pm] |
She would prefer to retain her reputation. While I don't like the necessity, I understand, and I'll respect her wishes. So, because this journal is read by people who know me, I'll refer to her as Red. Because I lack the merest hint of creativity. I ask that if anyone sees fit to comment on this, that they respect Red's wishes. Lee and Rek should both have an idea of what confidentiality means.
That being said...
She IM'd me yesterday while I was working on a curiously easy algorithms lab. Instead of a six-hour odyssey, this was a half-hour quickie.) I debated with myself. I mulled it over with Lee. I'm not that attracted to her, but it would be fun and hopefully strings-free. Eventually, I decided in the affirmative, and she came over.
I was nervous. I said so. That lasted about five seconds, then there was kissing and groping and moving up onto the bed.
I managed to explain that I didn't want to be played with. Somehow, I did this without feeling ridiculous. Is this a hang-up? I dunno. I kinda wanted to on one level, but I stopped myself.
So, there was hand sex and spanking. (A lovely combination, I think.) Red was... impressed. I didn't expect her to be; I wasn't in any kind of space other than happy. I did well. I finally got to dip into my big box o' gloves for something other than making balloon animals. We curled up and went to sleep.
At around five-thirty in the morning, she rolled over, I woke up, thought she felt nice and cuddly, and there was more hand sex. Sleepy, slightly rushed hand sex, but it was spontaneous (well, aside from the "you get naked, I'll fish out a glove" bit), and that was something new, different and nice.
Seven-forty this morning, the fire alarm went off. It was the first one we've had all year. I don't remember if I got looks from my neighbor (Red was kinda vocal), but it was, regardless, a pain in the ass. Today, of all days... sheesh.
She went off to class, I went off to class. That was it.
Why the ridiculous pseudonym thing? Her friends Wouldn't Understand. While I don't like the idea, I understand how the "slut" label is horribly pejorative around here. Lee would be furious and have a big self-righteousness thing. I suppose I don't really care that much. The impact is pretty much blunted by me not really knowing her friends that well. Despite Lee's predictions of doom and gloom, we'll see how this goes. I don't see it continuing past this semester.
Damn, though, my ego's been getting some quality inflation action. Yeah.
Total non sequitur! I've managed to shove off the operating systems writeup so that the deadline is sometime before Monday. Fucking yay for me. |
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