Posted March 21, 2011
So how many of you needed cold showers after my last post? Since I wrote Sheri's been alternating between calling me "Kinky Girl" or "Horn Girl." Once in a while I'd make some sexual inuendo (in YOURendo) and she'd laugh and say "You're so diiiiirty" to which I denied. Isn't that everyone's fantasty? To have a lady in the streets but a freakin the bed?
Friday night after work I met up with Sheri at her local Pathmark which is closing to give our Hotel Durango one more check-in. In the recent weeks numerous places that marked the beginning of mine and Sheri's relationship has closed. A few years ago the movie theater in which we saw our first movie together closed, we found out the restaurant that we would eat at every day for our 4-Martini lunches when we worked together is now closed (Let me tell you how that broke my heart) and now the Pathmark that we frequented for shopping for dinner or utilizing the outskirts of the parking lot to have sex when we had no where else to go is closing. We joked with a heavy heart that one day the PetSmart that we worked at will close down just because it was a very low volume store. I mean where else could you have the opportunity to take a two-hour lunch and then play football in the stock room and have it not be an issue?
Well we used to have our best sex in the back of the Durango when we first started dating. We used to joke that it would end up on cinderblocks in the driveway just because we could never get rid of it. But Friday night showed us that like our relationship, our sex has evolved past what it was. It was awkward, stressful, cramped, and overall not good. I mean it wasn't horrible but she didn't climax and we had a street lamp shining in our eyes and cars driving by so that we had to duck. After I had moved into the apartment last year at the house and we started having sex regularly in a bed we didn't need Hotel Durango anymore so we didn't use it much. Actually it's been nearly a year since we were back there last. I used to drive up to meet her after work for a booty call and we'd attempt to have sex which majority of the time just ended up with one of us (her) getting frustrated because it just wasn't working anymore. We made peace with the fact that Hotel Durango is officially retired but that's just another thing from our past that's not there anymore.
Time to make new memories, she would say.
Saturday was amazingly awesome. I picked up my laptop (yay) and cleaned the apartment and got ready to greet Sheri at the door in nothing other than a button down shirt and some socks. Let's just say that the sex Saturday definitely made up for Friday night and it may be a slight possibility that my neighbors may have heard my screams of pleasure echoing through my complex. We laid there afterwards just memorizing every inch of our bodies with our finger tips as we just prattled on about nothing and everything. When we do have sex the majority of the time we are in an absolute fit of hysterics. We often ask "Have you ever done this with anyone else...?" and it's always a resounding, "No." Like the way we laugh, I mean this is side-splitting-cannot-breathe laughing. Nevermind the fact that we're naked and generally sex is hot and sweaty and serious but it never fails that just one gurgle of the belly or one glance out of the corner of our eyes and we are howling with laughter to the point of where we get cramps. I've never had that with anyone other than Sheri. And she told me that she's never had that because she has never been so comfortable with someone as she is with me. We just have...I don't know what we have but whatever it is we have a lot of it.
Bottom line is we're a fucking blast to be around.
Case in point after we were done on Saturday and finally got up and dressed we had plans to have dinner with my friends.
We got ready together and drove down to my friend S's house where were having a dinner party with just the 5 of us (S, her husband T, our best friend K, Sheri and I) and it was so much fun. I do always have dinner parties with Sheri's friends but it was such an amazing change for it to be my friends for once. S made this AMAZING beer-can chicken on the grill that was so moist and tender and FLAVORFUL it was fantastic. Sheri loved it more than she realized and we will most definitely be making it this summer.
It was so nice to sit around with all of my girls and laughing and having fun. At one point T was in the kitchen carving the chicken and S and K were in the downstairs den talking by the fire and Sheri and I were in the living room alone. They had awesome music on (Etta James, Louie Armstrong, etc) and I bid her to dance with me. Sheri doesn't dance but I pulled her up and we were slow dancing and laughing in the living room and I honestly could not have been happier.
It's amazing how we've grown. A few years back we would have been bar hopping and getting hammered and now we're all adults having dinner parties and serious conversations about mortgage rates and jobs and joking back and forth and starting families. When did we grow up?
Sunday was a touch and go day for Sheri and I. I woke up early and she wanted to set up a garage sale but had absolutely no prep whatsoever. No advertising, no signs, nothing other than dragging furniture out of her garage and setting it up in the driveway. Not the way I'd do things in the least...and half of the crap that needs to go remained in the garage. We were butting heads over that but it was a moot point because not one person showed up (probably because no one knew it was happening) and after a few hours we resolved to doing things around the yard. It was chillier yesterday but the sun was warm and felt amazing heating up my skin. While we were sitting on her front porch just listening to the birds with our eyes closed and our faces soaking up the rays she said "Hey, you wanna throw the football around?"
So for a few minutes we threw it back and forth, joking about how we would do this in the stock room, drunk, after lunch. Something so simple that brought us closer together. After our arms started to hurt we decided to go for a bike ride. We hopped on our bikes and rode around the block, marveling at the houses and the buds on the trees. We were laughing and joking, her making fun of me because I'm horrified to turn left on my bike (I make really wide turns for a fear of losing my balance and falling off) and I'd look at her and smile and say "Again, this is what normal couples do. They spend their weekends together, having dinner parties with friends and garage sales and bike riding and yard work and nap in the afternoon."
When we got home we put the furniture back into the garage and climbed into her bed to watch some TV and relax a little before we had to go pick up her youngest from her father.
I revel in this. I love being with her, I love our weekends now that she's out of retail. I love feeling normal.
Basically, there's a whole lotta love.
And sex. Always a whole lotta sex.
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