You Got Me On My Knees, chapter 11
It all happened in such a blur.
We were both fooling around, singing show tunes and shit like that and once he opened the door I threw myself at him.
(Yes I started it. If you want to judge me, see the reasons I was so miserable. And add the fact that I was out of my mind drunk.)
So Billie kissed back and sooner or later we were rolling around the floor, with clothes taken off our bodies thrown everywhere.
I could provide you with details but a) I don't remember much of it b) it's still weird.
"I fucking knew that this would happen if we lived together." I groaned the next morning, finding my face on his stomach.
"Yeah I guess I did too." He said, stretching his arms.
"How drunk were we?"
"Quite drunk."
"You remember anything?"
"Just an image. Like a movie."
"Yeah me too."
"I think I'm still drunk." He confessed.
I laughed and nodded, having no courage to get up. "I became a tone heavier overnight." I told him.
"Just a hangover darling."
"I guess."
"So... what becomes of this magical night of us?"
"I have no fucking clue. What should it?"
"Well... how about we hit it off and become a thing or something?" Talking about a guy surprising me!!!! I looked at him, in fear, trying to understand if he was joking but dreading the fact that his face was deadly serious. I looked and I looked and I looked and finally Billie burst out laughing.
Okay... take a breath Layla.
"You asshole I thought you meant it!" I hit his arm. He was still giggling like an idiot.
"Come off it El. We obviously can't date!" I should be insulted by that and ask him if I wasn't good enough for him but it didn't worth it, we both knew he was right.
I was obviously still in love with Mike, Billie couldn't be in the same relationship for more that two weeks and there never was any kind of romance between us.
"So BJ... friends?"
"Yep. Friends."
"With benefits... "
"Sounds good."
"People are allowed to feel horny and fucked up at the same time. You shouldn't feel embarrassed about it. I don't. Why should we be denied our basic human rights just because we've messed up our relationships?"
Every time I first had sex with a person I woke up to feel weird.
(Except Mike of course when I only woke up because I wanted to fuck him again.) I still didn't know the guy all that well, we were sharing a bed, we were naked... all that jazz made me feel uncomfortable.
But with Billie none of this existed. I didn't mind that I was naked, because he didn't seem to notice; we knew each other for more than five years and- get that- we weren't even sharing a bed! We did it on the floor and stayed there.
Conclusion: I had a great time.
"You think sex is basic human right?"
"You bet. And I'm not going to let that asshole stand between me and a fuck."
We were both fooling around, singing show tunes and shit like that and once he opened the door I threw myself at him.
(Yes I started it. If you want to judge me, see the reasons I was so miserable. And add the fact that I was out of my mind drunk.)
So Billie kissed back and sooner or later we were rolling around the floor, with clothes taken off our bodies thrown everywhere.
I could provide you with details but a) I don't remember much of it b) it's still weird.
"I fucking knew that this would happen if we lived together." I groaned the next morning, finding my face on his stomach.
"Yeah I guess I did too." He said, stretching his arms.
"How drunk were we?"
"Quite drunk."
"You remember anything?"
"Just an image. Like a movie."
"Yeah me too."
"I think I'm still drunk." He confessed.
I laughed and nodded, having no courage to get up. "I became a tone heavier overnight." I told him.
"Just a hangover darling."
"I guess."
"So... what becomes of this magical night of us?"
"I have no fucking clue. What should it?"
"Well... how about we hit it off and become a thing or something?" Talking about a guy surprising me!!!! I looked at him, in fear, trying to understand if he was joking but dreading the fact that his face was deadly serious. I looked and I looked and I looked and finally Billie burst out laughing.
Okay... take a breath Layla.
"You asshole I thought you meant it!" I hit his arm. He was still giggling like an idiot.
"Come off it El. We obviously can't date!" I should be insulted by that and ask him if I wasn't good enough for him but it didn't worth it, we both knew he was right.
I was obviously still in love with Mike, Billie couldn't be in the same relationship for more that two weeks and there never was any kind of romance between us.
"So BJ... friends?"
"Yep. Friends."
"With benefits... "
"Sounds good."
"People are allowed to feel horny and fucked up at the same time. You shouldn't feel embarrassed about it. I don't. Why should we be denied our basic human rights just because we've messed up our relationships?"
Every time I first had sex with a person I woke up to feel weird.
(Except Mike of course when I only woke up because I wanted to fuck him again.) I still didn't know the guy all that well, we were sharing a bed, we were naked... all that jazz made me feel uncomfortable.
But with Billie none of this existed. I didn't mind that I was naked, because he didn't seem to notice; we knew each other for more than five years and- get that- we weren't even sharing a bed! We did it on the floor and stayed there.
Conclusion: I had a great time.
"You think sex is basic human right?"
"You bet. And I'm not going to let that asshole stand between me and a fuck."
