“Stop by for a few minutes,” I requested when I found out that work travel would bring him through my town one night. “Just long enough for a kiss.”
“I can’t get naked,” he warned. “It’ll be late and I go back to work early the next morning. We won’t be able to play.”
I agreed with this stipulation and yet when the hour neared I couldn’t help but brush my teeth and put on fresh panties. And some lip gloss. And remove my bra. Just in case.
He found me engrossed in the first few minutes of Top Chef, which I’d intended to switch off as soon as he arrived. Instead I got him a drink and then curled next to him, trying to keep my hand from roaming too far up his thigh. Mostly I succeeded. When I didn’t he silently pushed me away. In that happy state we stayed for way longer than a few minutes, talking quietly about our days, the relative successes of various gumbos, and if “sandy” is an apt descriptor for grits (I say it’s not).
At the end of the show he left, having stayed long enough that at least a quickie would have been possible if we’d applied ourselves. For once though it was lovely just to touch each other, to sit quietly, to stroke clothed skin, to relax together at the end of a busy day like normal couples do.
It almost made me long for a normal relationship. Almost but not quite, because what I want is not a normal relationship, but instead a relationship with him however abnormal it might be.
Those are the moments I miss the most about being in a relationship. It’s about the simple companionship of being with someone you love.
Oh, yeah, and the regular sex. Definitely that, too. :)
Regular sex? Who has regular sex? :)
The kiss, the sharing, to have had the moment together as a prelude to your next opportunity, when there is more time and less clothing. Sensuality is.
“Textured.” Not “sandy.”
Hmm… how about a happy relationship? I’ll take that over normal any day.
Grits aren’t “sandy.” Polenta is. Grits are… creamy with texture, I guess.
Define “normal”.
I am in a relationship that is as plain vanilla as a the stereotype gets and I don’t think it is normal. But, we have what we have and I am not complaining.
Define normal?
You first.
:P
Sometimes it’s nice not to have a “normal” relationship! I prefer it, it makes life interesting…
Definition: My relationship with the ex anytime after we’d been married 18 months.
:P backatcha
A “normal” relationship is one which your great-aunt Mildred could hear all the details of without fainting.
:)
That is what I said.
My great aunt might not think my bride’s mad skillz at fellatio is normal. Our friends think we get it on much more than everybody else. I think we are perfectly normal…
All y’all are the abnormal ones.
Not even a little bit of making out? Aww…