I’m going to tell you a story…

It’s a true story, one that has been running through my head for days now. This is something that happened long before I started writing this blog. But since nothing interesting is happening in my actual life, I thought I’d share this with you.

3 years ago, I met this boy. He wasn’t someone I’d normally be attracted to, but we had a lot in common, he was sweet, funny and kind. He was attractive, but not hot. He was simple. We were staying at the same house for a conference. So we spent a lot of time in the living room together, both on our respective laptops. We didn’t talk at first, but one day I found his screen name and IM’d him while he was sitting across from me. That was how we started talking, it was kind of like a secret we were keeping from our friends. We discovered we had a lot in common, we were both geeks, both lived the internet, and we were both fans of ‘The Big Bang Theory’.

One night, after everyone else had gone to sleep, we were both still in the living room on our computers. I asked what he was doing, he told me he was watching an episode of ‘The Big Bang Theory’. I asked if I could watch it with him. So I sat next to him on the couch, eventually I was leaning on him, then we were snuggling on the couch together watching this show on his computer. The sexual tension was so strong, but neither of us acted on it. When the episode was over, we reluctantly went to bed.

For the rest of the week, we sat side by side on that couch, IMing each other, flirting, getting to know one another. We were both being cautious, trying to take it slow. A few days later, the two of us went on a Starbucks run. In the parking lot of the Starbucks we were standing against the car, neither of us wanting to go back to the house. I could tell he was nervous, he wasn’t going to make the first move. So I kissed him. And I melted. It was the most amazing kiss. I nearly had sex with him in that car. But we contained ourselves but it was all over after that kiss.

When the week was over, we parted ways. We made plans to see each other again when I was in his city a few months later. Those plans turned into me staying at his apartment for that week that I was in town. I was nervous. I wasn’t sure if we were going to sleep together or not. He remained a gentleman, reminding me that I could stay on the couch.

When he picked me up from the airport, he hugged me, but didn’t kiss me. I was disappointed, wondering if his feelings had changed since the last time we saw each other. When we got to his apartment, he gave me a quick tour, which ended in the bedroom. We sat down on the bed, but didn’t last long before we were kissing. We quickly ended up naked and he stopped and asked if I was sure I wanted to do this. Of course I was sure, it felt so good.

The sex was amazing. Most of it feels like a blur or kisses and orgasms. I was being fully pleasured.

I was in town that week for a conference. It killed me ever day that I had to leave his apartment to go to the convention center. One morning, I had taken a shower and gotten fully dressed. I was about to leave when he grabbed me and kissed me. Needless to say I had to get dressed all over again.

One night I wanted to come back to the apartment early before I went back out for the evenings events. He ordered pizza and we watched tv on his couch. When we were done eating, we had sex in his living room, amazing sex in all kinds of positions. Afterward, we snuggled naked under blankets on the couch. It was an amazing night.

Unfortunately, this story ends on a sad note. I screwed this one up. On my last day there, as he was driving me to the airport, I told him that I didn’t think I was ready for a relationship. I let him slip away.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s the best sex I’ll ever have. I hope it isn’t, but still, I wonder.