a WHOA weekend - part 2

Things have not slowed down, and I am learning that if I wait any longer, there will be even more to write than I can keep up with.

So - that WHOA weekend...
Saturday was as planned, only full of fun things.  A textile garage sale, working on a baby quilt, taking a nap, getting dressed up for a delicious dinner with a girlfriend, and then plans to go dancing.
During the dessert course of the meal, I got a text from College asking if I wanted to come over for a game of scrabble after his kids were sleeping.  I said yes, finished the meal, went dancing for an hour, and was glad I'd decided to put on the fun stockings and garter belt set.

College lives not far from my house, and getting to his house was easy.  We did get the scrabble board out, and played, and while I waited for him to play, I would tease him by running my stockinged foot up and down his leg, inside his thigh.  We didn't finish the game.  My skirt went up, he ate me out, his pants came off, and we fucked on his living room floor.  He is a very uninhibited lover, and so very much fun to play with.    We gave up on playing Scrabble after that, and just went upstairs to his bed to sleep for awhile.  I woke up again several hours later when it started raining, we played with each other again talked for an hour about life, and sex, and families, and divorces, and I left a little after 4 when we heard his daughter talking in her sleep.  As far as Saturdays go, this one was nearly perfect.

I went home and slept for not enough hours.  My kids were due to arrive, I had to do my grocery shopping in advance,  Deity was coming over to visit because his oldest daughter was going to be visiting friends in the area and he wanted to see me - being more than a little freaked out about my multiple dates with College.   He arrived before my kids did, and I brought him upstairs to be naked together while there was still time.  (I give up thinking I'm slutty for liking the sex I have with different men.)  We talked about things between us.   He apologized for hurting me by stepping back from being exclusive, and asked if we could resume that.  He asked if I'd had sex with College yet.  I lied, and said no. I do regret that lie, but not enough to take it back, because it is different with College than it is with Dancer.

The net effect of the WHOA weekend is that I have no freaking idea what I want.  I can't be exclusive with Deity again yet,  because my heart is torn.  I can't just change my mind from the mode of "Can't Depend on, Can't Plan for, Can't expect from" with Deity back to "Life together."   And there are interesting possibilities with College.   Time will tell what the right path is.    But holy hell - I just didn't even know what to do with myself by Monday morning.  So of course, on Tuesday, I sent an email to Dancer to see if he'd be an available distraction, and he came over that night after my kids were sleeping, and I got to enjoy sex with no strings and no expectations.   As I type this a week later, it's entirely possible that was the last time I will have sex with Dancer.

a WHOA weekend - part 1.

I'm not entirely sure how to write this.  The last week has been a whirlwind.  I haven't yet written about 3 really hot and ridiculously fun encounters with Dancer since resuming a physical relationship with him. I really should because *I* don't want to forget. So, reminders to myself for later:

• Van in Minneapolis,  
• red and black slutty, 
• and late night sleepover

And I did meet someone new on OKC... except he wasn't new - he was a classmate of my at school. So we'll call him College.  He's also divorced, with 2 kids close in age to my own.  He saw me in his potential match list,  and sent me a note.  We decided to meet for coffee and catch up.   We flirted.  We talked.  We kissed when it was time to go home.  And then kissed again.  And again.  And he made me feel tingly, in a good way.  That was Tuesday.  We made plans to have dinner with each other on Thursday.  I told Deity that it was a nice night, and that I'd be seeing College again. 

On Wednesday, I sent College a text asking if he'd like to come over for a walk after dinner.  I did not tell Deity that.  Given the nature of the notes I'd been exchanging with College, it wasn't going to be just a walk.  I was right, it wasn't.   When we got back to my house, we sat on the couch, then I sat on his lap, and we ended up upstairs, naked in my bed.  It was good, and I don't regret it.  I have learned that if a man I date makes me tingly on the first date - there is no sense in pretending otherwise.  The payoff from that lesson is really great sex with some really great guys.   I digress... on to Thursday.

Thursday, College picked up Thai takeout,  I picked up a Scrabble game, and he came over for dinner and  playing.  The food was yummy,  the conversation enjoyable and entertaining, and I had so much fun teasing him. He returned the favor. We didn't finish the game... instead, I got eaten out in the middle of the living room, rode him after that, then we cuddled half naked and talked about languages, and foreign travel, and the benefits and draw backs of 50/50 custody schedules.   The conversation eventually acknowledged our mostly naked-ness, and we went upstairs to my bed.  Another digression... College is very good with his tongue.  

Friday was just, Friday.  I chatted with Dancer briefly, just to check in.  I chatted with Deity a lot,  because he was concerned about College.  I doubt he would put it in those words - but Deity knew about Dancer, and it was no big deal. My tone when telling him about College is very different, and I know it, and can't help it.  There is a strong feeling of possibility with College that I can't deny, and I can't lie to Deity about it either.

Anyway - that was Friday.  Dancer was going to be out of town. College would have his kids starting Friday afternoon, and Deity asked if he could come and visit.    I told him my Saturday plans, which were all fun things that didn't involve men, and told him if he wanted to, he could come up, but I'd be garage saleing, sewing, having dinner with a friend, and then going dancing.  

And.... I have to stop there for now.  I realize I didn't even get to the weekend part of this post - but it's late, and in addition to men - real life and work have been kicking my ass.   More to follow, soonish.