Life In Paradise, chapter 3
Oh, okay, so we laid down on the bed, he somehow got on top of me! Weird because I remember me being on the top last. ah...fuck it! We had sex! I know, vulgar, but that’s basically what happened and I don’t think that I need to describe my sex life with you! (But just to all the girls, it was amazing! He has big...um...feet, if you know what I mean!!! :)
so, next morning, I woke up, appartently after him, cause I heard the shower running. I got up, grabbed the covers and attempted to wrap it around me, but all failed. When I got up off the bed, I tripped over the sheets and fell flat on the floor. Oh this looks cool! Great! So I got up again, hiking up the sheets higher and walked into the bathroom. I saw Billie Joe starring at me, as if he just saw me pathetic attempt to wake up and crawl over to him. I’m a disgrace to the love slaves of the world. I signaled me to come in the shower with him. I dropped the sheets and power walked over to the shower door, opened it, almost smacking him in the face, and stepped in. I wasn’t always a klutz after sex. I was usually mellow. I guess this means that I liked him. Wow! Me in love. Sometimes I was the “casual sex� type and other times I wanted to “settle� but none ever really happened. I didn’t know what kind of a “dater� I am, or was!
So, the shower scene was kind of a repeat of last night. And it wasn’t the steam from the shower fogging up the mirrors. Now I usually don’t have sex once on the first date, let alone twice. I’m not that kind of girl! I’m a sweetie to most guys. But I’m gonna get off the subject of the hottness(for those who don’t have a sense of humor, the hottness it me!)
Post shower, I had to go to work and he had to practice for a gig. He agreed to pick me up after practice and take me to his gig. For some reason, I was so anxious to see how he was at singing. I mean, last night, he sang for me, when I agreed to ding for him, but it wasn’t backed up by instruments and shit! But he did have the most beautiful voice (and body and...heck...everything!!!)
so...this gig was great. Greater-er than me and my band. I brought along Hazel and she was so excited that she introduced us, even though we already met. He said that she “wanted a peice.� which we laughed and Billie Joe looked over at us with his stoner green eyes. I starred at him for what felt like forever. Which was really about 60 seconds, but it FELT like FOREVER! I think that I was falling in love with him.
That night, was electrifying, as it should be and will always be! LOL!
Think of the song “FINGING OUT TRUE LOVE IS BLIND� by Louis XIV! I was his “shocker girl� (if you haven’t listened to the song then you probably haven’t lived.) Besides at night, we hardly ever saw each other. I had work and gigs, and he had gigs and I’m not quite sure where he worked, or even IF he worked. But it didn’t matter in the moment. I was in love, and no longer in “like� with him. He treated me like a lady (and that whole sexual slave thing faded.) Mike and Tre were always really friendly. The only thing that I had a problem with was that we usually spent the nights at my house...well not just usually, always! I wanted to know where he lived and I wanted to see it. But, appartently he had a problem with that, so I didn’t bring it up much.
so, next morning, I woke up, appartently after him, cause I heard the shower running. I got up, grabbed the covers and attempted to wrap it around me, but all failed. When I got up off the bed, I tripped over the sheets and fell flat on the floor. Oh this looks cool! Great! So I got up again, hiking up the sheets higher and walked into the bathroom. I saw Billie Joe starring at me, as if he just saw me pathetic attempt to wake up and crawl over to him. I’m a disgrace to the love slaves of the world. I signaled me to come in the shower with him. I dropped the sheets and power walked over to the shower door, opened it, almost smacking him in the face, and stepped in. I wasn’t always a klutz after sex. I was usually mellow. I guess this means that I liked him. Wow! Me in love. Sometimes I was the “casual sex� type and other times I wanted to “settle� but none ever really happened. I didn’t know what kind of a “dater� I am, or was!
So, the shower scene was kind of a repeat of last night. And it wasn’t the steam from the shower fogging up the mirrors. Now I usually don’t have sex once on the first date, let alone twice. I’m not that kind of girl! I’m a sweetie to most guys. But I’m gonna get off the subject of the hottness(for those who don’t have a sense of humor, the hottness it me!)
Post shower, I had to go to work and he had to practice for a gig. He agreed to pick me up after practice and take me to his gig. For some reason, I was so anxious to see how he was at singing. I mean, last night, he sang for me, when I agreed to ding for him, but it wasn’t backed up by instruments and shit! But he did have the most beautiful voice (and body and...heck...everything!!!)
so...this gig was great. Greater-er than me and my band. I brought along Hazel and she was so excited that she introduced us, even though we already met. He said that she “wanted a peice.� which we laughed and Billie Joe looked over at us with his stoner green eyes. I starred at him for what felt like forever. Which was really about 60 seconds, but it FELT like FOREVER! I think that I was falling in love with him.
That night, was electrifying, as it should be and will always be! LOL!
Think of the song “FINGING OUT TRUE LOVE IS BLIND� by Louis XIV! I was his “shocker girl� (if you haven’t listened to the song then you probably haven’t lived.) Besides at night, we hardly ever saw each other. I had work and gigs, and he had gigs and I’m not quite sure where he worked, or even IF he worked. But it didn’t matter in the moment. I was in love, and no longer in “like� with him. He treated me like a lady (and that whole sexual slave thing faded.) Mike and Tre were always really friendly. The only thing that I had a problem with was that we usually spent the nights at my house...well not just usually, always! I wanted to know where he lived and I wanted to see it. But, appartently he had a problem with that, so I didn’t bring it up much.
