The Relationship; Beginning
I think that it's typical for a female in any type of romantic relationship, would want their partner to be able to share with them their secrets, thoughts, and feelings. Things about their upbringings and anything else that is going on through their mind. Right? It takes away that mystery of wondering, of questions like what's going on in their head?
You see, that's what I thought. And I enjoyed it for the months of understanding my boyfriend and it's a wonderful feeling when my boyfriend confines in me. From the moment we first got together, he even told me that he is, for some reason, most comfortable around me. I listened to him. I enjoyed listening to him and his stories of why and how he's become the person he is today. His troubles and struggles. I helped the most that I can, but making sure that I don't make decisions for him. Because I truly believe that ultimately, it is up to him.
My boyfriend and I have been together for about five months now. I was single for awhile before I met him and would just do hookups. He was supposed to just be a hookup.
We met through Tinder and we joked around on being engaged. You see, we were both meme-loving-fuckwards. We chatted for a couple of days and decided that we meet that weekend. I remember getting ready as if I was going on a date, but my intentions were to just hook up with him and then never speak to him again. That's just how I did things. I was nervous. I kept changing my outfits and making sure my makeup was done right, that my hair was cooperating with me. I put on lipstick, then I took it off because I thought it was too much and had to keep reminding myself that I was not going a date, that I was just going to hook up with this guy and just let it be that. By the time he got to my dorm to pick me up, I go in his car, and I realized that I didn't know how to greet him. I didn't that I could kiss him, but it felt weird to hug him inside his car, and a handshake was out of the equation. Honestly, I don't even remember what I did. I just remember that there was a moment where he was either trying hold my hand or he was putting his hand on my thigh. He wasn't sure if I was okay with him doing that, so he asked. It was okay with him.
I think I should also mention that he was high through all of this.
We get to his apartment and met his roommates. It was awkward. I wasn't sure if this guy also did this. By this I mean if he typically brings girls to the apartment to just hook up with. We go in his room. I think we got into imminently. I recall thinking that it was weird. We weren't in rhythm. We didn't sync with one another. It was because he was high and I wasn't. I decided to get high and that's when the bonding began for me.
For me, getting high was messy. I don't function well when I'm high. I get panicky. He was trying to help me relax. We showered together. Showering together was, what I believe now, our typical tradition. Showering didn't help me relax though. I was so worried about what time it was. Time was so important to me. Maybe because I also feel like I'm running out of time? I'm not sure.
We talked a lot. I liked listening to him.
I'm a sociology major and I find people's background and their stories of growing up fascinating. I said that he was my social experiment as a joke. I was high, so I said a lot of nonsense. We watched the entire Netflix Orginal's TV show The End of the Fucking World. Eventually, we just fell asleep. But it was a long night and I'm pretty sure I cried at some point during the night.
The following day is kind of blurry for me. I remember we went to his campus because he still had a food punch, then he was going to take me back to my dorm. The traffic was bad that we were still for a long while. Long enough that I decided to give him a blowjob.
Eventually, the road was moving again and he dropped me off. We agreed to do it again sometime.
When I got to my dorm, I went to shower and went to meet up with a couple so that we can have a threesome.
You see, that's what I thought. And I enjoyed it for the months of understanding my boyfriend and it's a wonderful feeling when my boyfriend confines in me. From the moment we first got together, he even told me that he is, for some reason, most comfortable around me. I listened to him. I enjoyed listening to him and his stories of why and how he's become the person he is today. His troubles and struggles. I helped the most that I can, but making sure that I don't make decisions for him. Because I truly believe that ultimately, it is up to him.
My boyfriend and I have been together for about five months now. I was single for awhile before I met him and would just do hookups. He was supposed to just be a hookup.
We met through Tinder and we joked around on being engaged. You see, we were both meme-loving-fuckwards. We chatted for a couple of days and decided that we meet that weekend. I remember getting ready as if I was going on a date, but my intentions were to just hook up with him and then never speak to him again. That's just how I did things. I was nervous. I kept changing my outfits and making sure my makeup was done right, that my hair was cooperating with me. I put on lipstick, then I took it off because I thought it was too much and had to keep reminding myself that I was not going a date, that I was just going to hook up with this guy and just let it be that. By the time he got to my dorm to pick me up, I go in his car, and I realized that I didn't know how to greet him. I didn't that I could kiss him, but it felt weird to hug him inside his car, and a handshake was out of the equation. Honestly, I don't even remember what I did. I just remember that there was a moment where he was either trying hold my hand or he was putting his hand on my thigh. He wasn't sure if I was okay with him doing that, so he asked. It was okay with him.
I think I should also mention that he was high through all of this.
We get to his apartment and met his roommates. It was awkward. I wasn't sure if this guy also did this. By this I mean if he typically brings girls to the apartment to just hook up with. We go in his room. I think we got into imminently. I recall thinking that it was weird. We weren't in rhythm. We didn't sync with one another. It was because he was high and I wasn't. I decided to get high and that's when the bonding began for me.
For me, getting high was messy. I don't function well when I'm high. I get panicky. He was trying to help me relax. We showered together. Showering together was, what I believe now, our typical tradition. Showering didn't help me relax though. I was so worried about what time it was. Time was so important to me. Maybe because I also feel like I'm running out of time? I'm not sure.
We talked a lot. I liked listening to him.
I'm a sociology major and I find people's background and their stories of growing up fascinating. I said that he was my social experiment as a joke. I was high, so I said a lot of nonsense. We watched the entire Netflix Orginal's TV show The End of the Fucking World. Eventually, we just fell asleep. But it was a long night and I'm pretty sure I cried at some point during the night.
The following day is kind of blurry for me. I remember we went to his campus because he still had a food punch, then he was going to take me back to my dorm. The traffic was bad that we were still for a long while. Long enough that I decided to give him a blowjob.
Eventually, the road was moving again and he dropped me off. We agreed to do it again sometime.
When I got to my dorm, I went to shower and went to meet up with a couple so that we can have a threesome.
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