August 25, 2009

On several occasions since I had met JAG Man, I had a feeling that he was on his way out of my life. I pictured that our budding relationship would fizzle before it ever fully developed. Even though we weren’t even really a couple yet, a pattern started to form. The moment I thought that he was gone for good, he would surprise me with a romantic date, some of his precious time or a conversation in which we really connected.

I had seen JAG Man last night for a bit while he was taking a break from work. Forty-five minutes may not seem like a lot of time (because it isn’t *chuckles*), but the brief rendezvous showed some effort on his part at a time when I needed to see just that. Given his pattern, I figured that I wouldn’t see him for a week to ten days, but once again, he surprised me.

I was watching television, when my phone vibrated with a text from him. I replied, and he wrote back, asking when I was heading to bed. We went back and forth like that for a while, until he realized that I was wide-awake, and I realized that he was stuck at work until he received a call from the LA office.

Me: If you want to come over to take a nap or kill some time, feel free :).

JAG Man: I would love to.

I began to tidy up my place, as I thought to myself,

“I’m going to see him two nights in a row. This is good! If there’s a chance for us to work as a couple, then this is going to be representative of our routine. I think this could be enough for me…maybe?”

A few minutes later, JAG Man knocked on my door, looking as handsome as always. I poured him a drink, and we watched a few minutes of ESPN before heading into the bedroom. He kissed me, and unlike the other nights, there wasn’t a build up from gentle to intense. JAG Man came on strong, but it felt right.

JAG Man’s lips moved from my mouth to my neck to my tits. I arched my back, and as his lips headed toward my boy shorts, I waited to see what he did next. He kissed my thighs a few times on both sides, and then his face moved up toward my lips as he removed my shorts.

“I want to go down on you so badly, but I don’t want to feel rushed. I want to stay down there for 20, 25 minutes” he told me.

What I really wanted to say was, “Seriously! Are you viewing eating me out like a billable assignment? Get down there and show that pussy some love!” But, I didn’t. Instead, I tried to convey my thoughts in a subtler manner:

Well, what’s stopping you? You could always just say hello for a few minutes?

He made some comment about not wanting to be distracted and kept his fingers on my pussy. Sigh.

JAG Man got me off once like that, which was good, but I still wanted more. I knew it was my turn to take care of him, and I decided to throw some oral into the mix. From the noises he made and how quickly he came, I would venture a guess that it had been quite a while since he had received a blow job.

I enjoyed going down on him, but in the back of my head, I kept waiting to see if he would reciprocate. Instead, he put his arms around me and wanted to snuggle. Bigger Sigh.

For some reason, we got on the topic of losing our virginity and relationships in college. He said,

“I could tell that you weren’t a one-night stand person. If you had been, I don’t think I would have gone out with you again.”

Oh. My. God. That’s hysterical!

1. I was the Queen of One-Night Stands when I was younger. I viewed them like some people view a multi-vitamin or apple. Little does the boy know; and

2. This was coming from the same guy who got offended a few weeks ago that I wanted to wait to have sex with him. So, he wouldn’t have dated me if I had slept with him after our first date, but he made me feel badly for not giving it up sooner. Does that make any sense?

I kept both of those thoughts to myself, though, and replied,

“Well, that’s good. I would say that I’ve had my share of casual relationships in the past, but that’s not what I’m looking for right now.”

“I can tell. And that’s a good thing.”

We kissed again. As his mouth enveloped one of my tits, I put my finger to my clit. I waited to see if he would pick up the cues and finish me off, but he didn’t. This was the second time that he had left me hanging. Two Strikes!

A work call came in (yes, at 2:45am), and he had to take it. Afterward, he kissed me again before getting dressed and heading back into the office.

I rolled over to my dresser drawer and pulled out my massage toy.

So…in the good column, I had seen JAG Man twice in two nights. In the not-so-good column, he still didn’t finish me off in the bedroom.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do or not with respect to JAG Man, but I didn’t have to figure that out right now.

I closed my eyes, thought of AOE, got off, and went to sleep.

Soundly.